Authors Note: i know its been a while yall and im really sorry! its almost been a month. I had finals just this past week and i was so drained but i managed to milk this fic out! enjoy, and let me know what you thought!!
Summary: He deserved to be happy, but so did you.
Dedicated to: @hamilton-noodles because she’s a super good friend of mine and makes me happy.
AN: Namjoon has his faults, he sometimes lashes out, ignores you- and that makes you think he doesn’t love you. He does, and he’ll go to the ends of the world to show it. After all, you are his muse.
“Morning babe.” You said, kissing Namjoon’s cheek. No response. He was sat down at the dining table, a bunch of papers in hand and his notebook with his eyebrows furrowed. He was probably looking over lyrics, but his ignorance towards you hurt.
You put the kettle on for your morning coffee, but was instantly met with a growl from Namjoon.
“Can’t you wait till later for your coffee? I’m writing here.” He said, annoyed by the bubbling sounds the kettle was making. His voice was sharp, to any other person who didn’t know you were together- it would sound so rude. It was rude. You lived under the same roof and this is the type of attitude you get from someone whose supposed to adore you.
You turned it off in annoyance, and decided to have some cereal first instead. You fixed a quick bowl and decided to take breakfast upstairs, since your boyfriend was being an utter ass hole.
You were confused about him. He’s either all over you, adoring you or he’s like this. Cold and distant, not wanting to be bothered. You got that he was an introvert, and so were you- but introverts let other introverts who loved them in, right?
Maybe that was apart of the problem. Namjoon didn’t know you were in love with him, and from what you guessed- he certainly wasn’t in love with you.
From his behaviour, you wondered if he’d ever love you.
You sat down on the floor, a book in hand as you munched on your cereal alone.
You felt horrible and pathetic, all you wanted to do was have breakfast with your usually busy boyfriend and he shut you out like you were a bother.
You were nearly finished with your bowl and starting to just spoon drink some of the left over milk, when you heard Namjoon’s footsteps come up. The door was open, so he could probably see where you were. He had probably come up to get something from his storage space, but noticed you sitting on the floor.
His face still looked angry and worried.
“There’s a table downstairs, go eat on that.” He said, even ignoring any chance you had to respond by continuing his walk down the hall to get into his storage space.
Tears welled up in your eyes- gosh, did your boyfriend hate you so much?
word count : 3 157 warning : smut summary : (in the Prison World) , a bit of a sequel to ’ROOMMATES’ *not my gif ___________________________
Kai and Y/N loved each other , more than anything but being stuck with no way out sometimes led to fights. Every little thing could spark one and with Kai’s emotions being heightened due to his vampirism things tended to spin out of control. Y/N had no idea what had started the fight this time. Kai was on edge a little more than usual and that day he actually stormed out of the house. When he came back that evening , he was unusually quiet and wouldn’t even look at her let alone speak to her. They slept in the same bed for a few nights after and before he decided to take another room in the house. Y/N wasn’t sure if he was still angry with her for whatever thing she did to upset him or he was just upset with himself for what he had done during the fight - nearly choking her to death - but either way she wasn’t going to let him spend his nights alone. She knew his history and knew he didn’t like being alone , regardless of what he was saying. At the end of the first week after their fight , Y/N sneaked inside his bedroom snuggling close to him. Kai had woken up an hour later , instinctively pulling her closer to him before pushing her away. “What are you doing here ? Get back to your own bed.” he said pushing her away. Y/N crawled on top of him. “No.” “I don’t want to hurt you , but I will if it will get you do listen to me.” he said , pushing her hips off him but she didn’t move an inch. He rolled on top of her in vamp speed , his vampirism showing. “I said … GO BACK. TO YOUR OWN. BED.” he said raising his voice , a hint of threat in it. Y/N shook her head. “No. I am NOT going anywhere -” In that moment Kai sank his teeth into her neck , Y/N trashed under him trying to get free but he held her hands on either side of her head pinning them down with force like never before. He kept drinking her blood until she blacked out from the blood loss.
The next morning Y/N woke up with a spectacular headache , an aspirin and a glass of water waiting on her nightstand. She swallowed the pill and hurried to take a shower stripping on the way there. Y/N tried hard to push away the tears - not because he had hurt her , she was used to him feeding on her. It was because he had pushed her away. That hurt a lot more. It took her a minute to form another strategy. She wasn’t going to give up on him as easily as he appeared to want her to. Y/N dried her hair quickly and looked through her closet , finding exactly what she needed. Quickly she put on the shortest skirt (not putting any underwear) she could find in her closet and a tight top , brushing her hair in waves and headed downstairs for the kitchen. Kai was there , with a pained look on his face. He glanced at her for a moment , his breath catching in his throat seeing her outfit. “I am fine , thanks for asking.” she said pouring herself a glass with orange juice. “I didn’t ask and I don’t care.” “Right … well , I am off to finish my ‘dreadful’ book.” Y/N turned on her bare feet and headed for the living room where she had left her book. She sat on the sofa , swinging her leg over the arm rest. It wasn’t long before Kai walked in , freezing on the spot seeing how Y/N was sitting , completely exposed to him , reading her book. “Something the matter ?” she asked innocently , glancing for a moment at him. “No , nothing.” Kai cleared his throat , sitting on the opposite end of the sofa turning on the TV and continuing the movie he was watching last night on the DVD. She could feel him tense , trying to fight the urge to touch her and trying to ignore the feeling of his pants tightening around his shaft. Y/N innocently reached between her legs for a moment not touching anything really , Kai’s eyes following her every move. He swallowed hard and a blink of an eye later he was out of the house , the front door left wide open. Y/N smiled to herself , realising this strategy might have more success than her actions before. They had their fight and usually made up quickly , not this time and she hated it. Y/N kept teasing him every day for nearly two weeks - sneaking into his bed at night wearing nothing but her underwear , walking around the house in the shortest skirts she had , reaching for things at the top shelf , bending over to pick up something letting him take good look. She waited for him to give up and let go of whatever it was keeping him from making up with her , to do something … anything , but in the end she was the one who gave up. Kai’s self control was stronger than she had expected.
The following morning Y/N got fully dressed up (black skinny jeans , ripped in the knees and white top) , making sure all the naughty bits were covered and went downstairs for breakfast. There was a plate with pancakes and a glass with orange juice waiting for her at the table for the first time in ages. Kai was already eating his pancakes and he looked almost disappointed she was fully dressed. They ate in silence and later on Y/N went to wash the dishes. Kai had left the kitchen and she was all alone , or so she thought. “I don’t like those clothes…” Kai whispered in her ear , making her drop the plate in the sink with a loud thud nearly breaking it. He snaked his hands around her waist , sliding under her top his fingertips touching her bare skin. Y/N’s heart was racing and her skin felt like it was on fire. Kai removed her hair from her neck placing a gentle kiss on it then another and another. Y/N closed her eyes tilting her head to the other side giving him better access. “They need to come off. Now.” Her cheeks flushed when his hands slid down her thighs stopping for a moment on her heat. Kai placed his had there pushing her up , a soft moan escaping her lips. “No.” she said sternly. Kai however didn’t give up so easily. He pushed his body against hers , his hand wrapping around her neck making her face him. “No ?! Two weeks … that’s how long you’ve been teasing me like crazy every single day. Sneaking into my bed at night , walking around in those short skirts with no underwear …. Do you feel this ?” he said pushing his hips against her ass. “I’ve had to take care of myself this entire time … and every time I thought you were done teasing , you took it up a notch.” He spin her around , pushing her against the kitchen counter. His fingers stroking her cheek sending shivers all over her body , his gaze locked on hers. Kai was lightly grinding against her , slowly pulling the air out of her lungs turning her breathing shallow. His eyes were black , no trace of the gorgeous blue colour they usually were. Y/N could feel herself getting wet , but even after all this time she spent teasing him , she didn’t plan on making it easy for him. “No.” she said again , biting her lower lip. Kai clenched his jaw , tilting his head for a moment before pushing his crotch against hers again , harder this time. “Don’t challenge me , Y/N. I always get what I want… and right now , all I want is you.” said Kai , his voice low and seductive. Y/N reached her hands , sliding them in his back pockets pulling him closer to her giving him a small smile, her lips nearly touching his , watching his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips. “You can’t have me.” Y/N pushed him off and headed for the living room , pouring herself a drink. There was no way Kai would take the ‘no’ she had given him. A few moments later she felt Kai’s arms on her waist and he pushed her onto the sofa in vamp - speed crawling over her with a devilish grin on his face. “The more you say 'no’ to me , the more I want you.” he said , his voice low. “I can hear your heartbeat , sweetheart. It’s racing and your breathing … so shallow it’s barely there.” he said , his breath on her face intoxicating her even more. “You want me as much as I want you.. ” Kai pressed his body firmly against hers and she could feel the bulge in his jeans had gotten harder. She lifted her hips from the sofa , pushing against his for a moment staring into his eyes , fighting the urge to kiss him. He was right , she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. A low growl came from deep inside Kai’s throat at her movement and he pushed back at her. “No.” she said again , sliding off from under him onto the floor before getting up and starting to walk away. Kai turned around and grabbed her by the hips in vamp speed , seating her onto his lap , her legs on either side of him. His hands held onto her as Y/N snaked hers on his chest and around his neck. They stared at each other for a long moment before their lips smashed against each other , demanding and hungry for one another. He pulled her hips forward on him , falling into their perfect rhythm like they hadn’t spend weeks apart. Kai’s fingers caressed her cheek , then her jawline his fingertips feeling her veins under her skin, the warmth of her blood calling to him. His face changed for a moment and he leaned in , stopping himself at the last moment. “Bite me …” Y/N whispered , taking him by surprise. Kai hungrily sank his teeth into her neck , getting a taste of her blood for the first time in weeks. She threw her head back , gasping at the feeling , her eyes closing for a moment. He cleaned up the blood starting to drip down her shoulder , pressing the flat of his tongue onto her neck not wasting a single drop. Their eyes met for a moment and it felt as if electricity was floating in the air between them. Y/N leaned in , cupping his face her tongue licking his lips tasting her blood on them. Kai moaned into her mouth , kissing her passionately while his hands tugged at her top , pulling it over her head in a split second. Y/N unbuttoned Kai’s shirt , pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor somewhere. Her hands roamed his body as if it was the first time. Kai’s lips hungrily attacking hers while his hand unclasped her bra tossing it onto the ground next to his shirt. Y/N moaned into the kiss , feeling Kai’s hands on her chest cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples between his index and middle finger as her hips grinding against him. Her hands held onto his biceps as his lips moved towards her neck , leaving wet kisses all over. Kai let his vampirism take over , biting her neck again as she moved closer to him never stopping her hips movements. Y/N dug her nails into his back , letting out a louder moan. He backed her against the sofa , leaving kisses on the way down to her stomach stopping only for a moment , embracing her nipples into his mouth pressing the flat of his tongue against them , holding them in between his teeth for a second. His fingers got to her jeans unbuttoning them , his eyes meeting hers as he pulled down her jeans along with her panties nearly tearing them off her. “MMmm , sweetheart , you are so wet you’re dripping …” he said, parting her legs , licking a bold stripe across her warmth , enveloping her clit in his mouth sucking on it and tugging on it with his teeth listening to her moans getting louder. She tried to reach for him , to pull his mouth closer to her warmth but with a swift move of his wrist her hands got pinned over her head with magic. His fingers held onto her thighs with force , definitely to leave bruises after. He leaned in over her , Y/N tangling her fingers in his hair pulling his face towards hers as his fingers teased her folds , the tip of his middle finger pressing at her entrance. Y/N let out s soft moan , her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. Kai’s lips found hers kissing her fiercely , demanding as he pushed his finger inside her heat , going in all the way in before pulling out leaving just the tip of his finger inside her. Y/N moaned into his ear , her breathing trying to catch up with her heart beat. Kai’s eyes were black with lust and all he knew is he wanted her. He pushed another finger inside , curling them around at a slow motion making her back arch towards him before pulling out his fingers and repeating again and again. Her hips pushed down on his fingers as he pushed them in , meeting half way. Y/N saw his purple / black veins show again , her fingertips tracing them for a moment before her back arched once again , her eyes starting to roll in her head. She pushed him off her kneeling on the sofa, grabbing his wrist and licking his fingers clean earning a low groan from him , never breaking eye contact. Kai’s mouth hung open for a few moments , getting completely lost in the feeling. Her other hand rubbed his hard length through his jeans , feeling he is harder than ever. Y/N’s fingers swiftly undid the buttons on his jeans , pulling the zipper down. She dipped her head , leaning in and leaving sloppy kisses on his neck while her finger traced his jawline before her hand snaked around the back of his neck. “Fuck me , Kai … Please … ” A low growl came from back his throat , feeling her small hand pushing its way into his boxers , her fingers wrapping around him and her thumb making circles on the tip of his thick shaft. He didn’t think it was possible for her to drive him crazier but there she was. Kai was going to have his way with her and this time … he wasn’t going to be gentle. He pushed her roughly onto the sofa , removing his jeans/boxers as fast as he could. Kai teased her folds with the tip of his hard length , pulling her hips towards him before intertwining his fingers with hers over her head. He pushed in with one rough thrust deep inside her making her scream out. “Fuck Kai…” Y/N arched her back pushing her hips down on his , feeling every inch of him inside her. He was going at an agonisingly slow motion pushing in deep and pulling out almost completely , listening to her begging for him to go faster. He had forgotten how tight she was , how much he loved feeling her around him. “Bad girls don’t get to make demands , sweetheart.” he whispered to her , thrusting in hard and deep , going in faster. Y/N clenched her walls around his thick shaft earning a groan from Kai. His thrusts were getting rougher and faster every time , making her body jolt forward and her head hitting the armrest of the sofa , pulling out the air from her lungs each time. “..and you have been very bad these past few weeks… Walking around in your underwear , wearing those short skirts just begging me to take you right then and there.” he trailed off. He wrapped his hand around her neck holding her still , each thrust rougher and deeper than the last. He felt her walls clench around his shaft again with more intensity and Y/N didn’t have to tell him she was getting closer to her release. Kai lifted her leg over his shoulder , thrusting in deeper and as fast as he could , cheating for a few seconds using his vampire speed watching her whimper under him. He could feel getting closer to his release too. “Kai I’m c-close..” she moaned out , a tear rolling down her cheek from the roughness of his thrusts , her fingers playing with her clit matching every thrust. “I know baby girl , just hold it for me … a few moments longer.” he groaned , his thrusts getting sloppier but never losing their speed. Kai loved watching her lose herself to him like that. He didn’t even remember what their fight had been about , what had happened to get him so upset with her , he’d deny her and himself moments like these. He swatted her hand away , replacing her fingers with his playing with her clit , going in rough eights then rolling her clit between his thumb and index finger causing her moans to get louder , turning into small screams. “K-Kai .. I can’t -” “Let go , sweetheart.” he groaned , watching her trash and squirm under him screaming his name. Her walls contracting around his shaft , pushing him to reach his orgasm. “Fuckkk …” Kai kept thrusting hard and deep until both of them had finished properly before collapsing on top of her , both of them trying to catch their breath. “We are never fighting again.” he said out of breath, resting his forehead on hers. “I can’t … I can’t survive being away from you like that again. … I … I am sorry for hurting you , I don’t know what - .” Y/N shushed him with a kiss , lightly biting on his lower lip , her hands pulling at his hair. “It doesn’t change anything.” she said softly. “I am still crazy about you and love you more than ever.” “I love you too , princess. And I’ll make it up to you , I promise…” said Kai , getting up from the sofa , helping her up. He took his shirt and put it on her , doing every button himself before getting his boxers on. Y/N got up , feeling slight pain between her legs , a small 'ow’ tumbling from her lips. Kai glanced at her with concern for a second before a mischievous grin showed on his face and he grabbed her legs , tossing her over his shoulders. “Where are we going ? I have to put on some pants or a skirt …” Y/N laughed. “Kitchen … I am making you the best damn lunch in history and then … ” he said , his hand sliding up her thigh lightly teasing her folds with his fingers. “ … you are mine.”
Request: “Hi! Can I please have a Harry Potter with 9 10 and 13? :)”
9 - “I think I like you”
10 - “Stop fucking around with my emotions”
11 - “That’s just my luck these days”
Harry Potter slowly walked into the Great Hall in deep conversation with his best friend, Ron Weasley. He had recently found himself intrigued with one of the Gryffindor girls, who happened to have been friends with Hermione ever since the train ride to Hogwarts in their first year. They had bonded over their academic ability and was somebody who could be seen speaking and helping the Golden Trio with everything they needed, but wouldn’t be seen with them. Her name was Y/N, and Harry adored her. Whenever she was around, he found himself focusing hard on the way her soft lips pronounced her words, the way her eyes crinkled whenever she laughed, and he often found himself speechless at just how marvelously beautiful her smile was. Both Ron and Hermione had observed Harry’s change in behavior around her, but neither decided to speak about it in front of her; she was unaware of how different he acted and Harry would be embarrassed if she knew.
“I just, I think she’s amazing Ron. Do you think she’d accept if I asked her out?” Harry bit the side of his thumb as he bashfully spoke, avoiding Ron’s smirk and gaze.
“Not bloody likely! Haven’t you heard? Apparently she’s been snogging Goyle in Hogsmeade,” Ron took his lip into his mouth as he attempted to hide a humorous look on his face.
“That’s just my luck these days,” Harry sighed and stopped when he got to the benches at Gryffindor table, completely dumbfounded. It must have been Goyle’s greatest achievement to even be in the same vicinity as a girl as wonderful as her. He couldn’t comprehend why she would even look at him that way. Feeling slightly sick, Harry shook the thought away and sat down to breakfast; he put some toast and scrambled eggs on his plate and filled his goblet with orange juice. His eyes glanced to the Daily Prophet.
“It’s incredibly ridiculous, Y/N, you can’t go on a date with that slimy-” Harry’s head looked up as he saw Y/N and Hermione walk into the Great Hall, both had exasperated looks on their faces. Hermione sat down next to Ron, and Y/N opposite her, next to Harry. She smiled good morning to Harry and took some toast of her own, not eating as much as usual.
“I know, ‘Mione. However, I can’t go back on it now. I already said I would, and besides it’s just one date.”
Hermione’s face was filled with disgust as she looked at her best friend across the table. She too found it hard to understand why Y/N of all people accepted a date with Goyle. It disgusted her; he and his entire gang were tiring and annoying, an Y/N was usually one to complain about them whilst in the Gryffindor Common Room.
“Who are you going out with, Y/N?” Harry asked, looking in her direction as Hermione’s facial expression changed to a more sympathetic one as she looked at Harry.
“Gregory Goyle. He seemed desperate enough and no one else has asked me out so why not?” She laughed as she teased the other three. “I’m just joking. I pitied him. He won’t speak to me again after this date, it’s just to say that he went out with me.”
Harry raised his eyebrows, his glasses shifting up his nose slightly. He wanted to persuade her not to go, but didn’t want an argument or for her to find out his true feelings of how much he loved her, so he kept quiet, turning back to his plate and stiffly finishing his breakfast. Y/N glanced to the clock at the front of the hall, seeing the time as eleven’o’clock. She finished her toast quickly and began to drink the rest of her water.
“Going somewhere?” Ron asked her. Y/N sighed, then nodded.
“I was really hoping you wouldn’t ask. I agreed to meet Goyle in the morning, so that I could have the evening to do homework. And I’m meeting him in fifteen minutes actually. So, um, yeah. Goodbye, I hope you all have a good day,” she smiled as she grabbed her bag and jogged out, Harry watching after her with longing eyes.
Harry’s heart ached for the rest of the day. What did Goyle have that he didn’t? He was a pureblood, yes, but she didn’t care about that. Harry did not seem to be big-headed but he was certainly a lot more attractive than Goyle was. He was a lot nicer than Goyle was. And he didn’t follow somebody around like a lost puppy, like Goyle did with Malfoy. Harry wasn’t sure how he felt after thinking about her snogging Goyle, the pig who can never think for himself. He thought about Malfoy being there too, telling him exactly what to do whilst she was with him; needless to say, Harry was sick to his stomach and incredibly infuriated. Infuriated with him, for taking her away, and deeply frustrated with her for not choosing him.
Harry was sat doing his Potions essay when she returned. Y/N walked into the Common Room, Hermione at her side, her face pale and her lips blue, as though she had saw a ghost. The two were muttering under their breath, and Harry couldn’t help but feel slightly happy when she came back, obviously dissatisfied with how it went. Ron’s eyes widened, and he too kneeled at her side. Harry couldn’t understand what the three were saying, but he slammed his book shut and held it, walking to the side of them and gaining her attention.
“Enjoy your date, did you? Can’t say I’d uh, quite enjoy it myself. Snogging Goyle and all. How was it?” He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. An arrogant smirk was on his face as he asked her. Tears formed in her eyes as she frowned, looking at him and holding her head as she looked at him, to stop herself from fainting.
“What on Earth are you talking about, Harry?” she whispered, people around them were glancing around at the two and the silence in the room was uncanny. Nobody else around them was saying anything, and Harry and Y/N maintained eye contact.
“You know what I’m talking about. Stop fucking around with my emotions.”
Y/N gasped, horrified that Harry would suggest such a thing. She stood up, jogging to the girl’s dorms, shoving Harry as she went past him. She slammed the door to the girl’s dormitories behind her, and Hermione shot Harry an angry glare.
“Harry James Potter! She lost a bet, you arrogant git!” Hermione followed Y/N up to the girl’s dormitories and Harry stood still, looking at the direction that she was last sat. Ron was staring at him, biting his lip.
The next time that Harry spoke to Y/N was the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff the week after the brawl in the Common Room. He saw that she had isolated herself from everybody and he felt a bit bad about what he had said to her and how he had told everybody in Gryffindor that she had went on a date with Goyle. She was beyond angry with him, he didn’t know any of the story and just assumed everything. She knew the Quidditch match would cause a problem between the two of them. She played Beater for Gryffindor, and he played Seeker. Lee Jordan began his commentation, Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the game began. Y/N watched as Cedric and Harry both rose on the broomsticks; Cedric was racing around helping his team, whilst Harry just remained in the same position. Y/N nearly crashed into him.
“Merlin, Potter. Move your ass!” She yelled, giving Harry a foul look. He made a snide remark back, which made Y/N fly her broom back towards him. She gave him an earful about respect and manners. Suddenly, he raced above the top of her head, making her scream in anger. She took her bat, and found the Bludger, hitting it at Harry as hard as she could. He screamed, not moving out of the way quickly enough; the Bludger hitting him, causing him to off his broom. She felt bad immediately and stood there helpless as he fell a minimum of fifty feet from the air. The Gryffindor’s booed while the Slytherin’s watching cheered. Harry had still caught the Snitch, and so her team had won.
Y/N was unable to face Harry for three days after that. He was currently staying in the Hospital Wing; he had broken six bones during the match and was managing to throw up his food, whatever had happened had damaged him badly. Madam Pomfrey assured everybody that it could be fixed, but there was still a constant burning sensation in Y/N’s chest. She knew it was time to apologise.
Hastily, she practically ran through the stone walls of Hogwarts and made her way to the Hospital Wing. There she saw Harry, alone and reading a book. She paced towards him, gaining his attention. He rolled his eyes when he saw her, a strong hurt embedded deep inside of his chest as he looked away from her. Y/N took a step towards his bed, and opened her mouth to talk before Harry cut her off.
“Just- go. I don’t want you here. You attacked me, blatantly. We were on a team! Go.”
Her eyes widened, and she did as he wished. She left, straight away. When she got back to the Common Room, she wiped tears from her cheeks. Hermione gave her a confused look, and she grabbed her arm, taking her to the corner. Hermione hugged her and let her sob into her shoulder, rubbing Y/N’s back as she hiccuped and struggled to get a proper sentence out.
“H-he means so much to me, ‘Mione. I know what I did was so stupid, but I was angry at him, I don’t understand how he could say that to me, and I bet he doesn’t understand why I attacked him.. I just went to apologise and he basically kicked me out of the Hospital Wing. He hates me, a-and I just, I love him so much.” Hermione smiled as she finally admitted her feelings. Y/N had been in denial for a long while about her love for Harry.
“I know, Y/N. Ron and I both know. I can’t excuse what you did, but I can talk to him when I visit him later, if you wanted?” Y/N nodded, happy that she had a friend as good to her as Hermione was.
Hermione put Y/N in the girls dormitory and told her to wait there, which she did. She traveled to the Hospital Wing and her eyes widened with surprise when she saw Ginny there. She made her way next to Harry’s bed.
“How are you feeling Harry?” She asked, looking intensely at him and glancing at the small cuts on his face.
The boy sighed. “Terrible, I was a bit hard on Y/N earlier and I have no idea if she’ll come back.”
Ginny tensed up next to him. It was no secret to everybody that Ginny fancied Harry, and had done ever since she first saw him. Unfortunately for her, Harry was more interested in Y/N and she was going to have to accept that.
“About that, Harry. She just came to the Common Room, crying her eyes out, because she feels awful about everything. I really think the two of you need to sort things out.” Harry nodded and glanced to the doorway. He never wanted to argue with her, he let jealousy push her away and he was desperate to get her back.
Hermione told Y/N that she had spoke to Harry and she skipped happily to the Hospital Wing the next day, eager to sort things with Harry. However, when she got to his bed and opened the curtain, she was faced with Ginny. She looked up at Y/N, a foul look on her face.
“Why are you here? You’re the reason he’s in here.” She muttered, frowning slightly at Y/N.
“Ginny-” Harry tried to intervene, but Y/N knew there would be nothing to stop her from taking Harry away from her.
“I’m here to apologise and sort things out, actually. I’d like it if you could leave.”
Ginny gasped, standing up and walking towards the girl. “I’m not leaving, if you want to talk to Harry you can do it while I’m sat here.”
“Why? So you can make sure nobody takes him from you? Harry, she fancies you. Did you know?”
“You went on a date with Goyle!”
Y/N was a bit taken aback, but Harry interrupted.
“Ginny, please go. You can come back if you really want, but this is a conversation between Y/N and I.”
Ginny rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag and leaving in a huff. Y/N sat down in the seat next to Harry’s bed. She exhaled softly, before speaking.
“I think I like you, Harry. No, I know I like you.”
“You heard me, Harry. I’m very in love with you.” And in that moment, she pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips. He moved to hold her waist as she leant over the side of his bed. The two were complete with one another and the moment, even though Harry was in pain, there was nothing which would damage the value of the time shared together at that time. The two kept their kiss lingering for a long time, both incredibly happy and content with the other.
request: (anon) “Listen fam I got my period and I’m dying inside and feel like crap. If you could write a Lin or platonic cast x reader where the reader gets their period during a performance or something that’d be great sorry to bother you thanks”
warnings: period talk !!!! swearing
a/n: feel better!! sorry this kind of sucks lol go read @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou ‘s platonic one about periods it’s SO good omg i love her yay maia okay bye
You honestly hadn’t been paying attention to the date, let alone the time of month. With Hamilton, you could barely remember what you had for breakfast, never mind when your period would start. Most girls had it down to the dot. Second week of the month, it starts on the fourth, last day of the month… Unfortunately, you were the exception. Your period had always been erratic and made it difficult to track. Still, when you felt the first pang in your back, you blew it off as sleeping on it funny.
It continued throughout the day; little hits of pain in your stomach. What did you eat last night? You rolled your eyes. You were probably just hung over and your stomach wasn’t having it.
Popping some pain killers, you walked into the theater, you saw Lin nearly bouncing at the door.
Chuckling, you stopped. “What’s got you so jumpy?”
He rolled his eyes, immediately stepping to your side as you headed backstage.
“What are your plans for after the show?” He asked.
You shrugged, “Probably just heading home. Why?”
“Do you want to get drinks?” He quipped, a glint in his eyes.
Mentally scanning your calendar, you nodded. “Sure.”
Lin beamed at you, still bouncing on the balls of his feet. He let out a breath, “Okay. Perfect. I’ll uh, see you after the show.”
You giggled, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”
Lin bounded towards the stage door, holding it before you could go through. Smiling at his chivalry, you gratefully accepted the gesture, walking back to your dressing room to get ready.
You had been pulling on highlighter when you felt it again. Rummaging through your purse, you prayed that you had another packet of ibuprofen somewhere. Had last nights show really been that bad?
There was a knock on the door as slumped in your chair. Looking up, you saw a smiling Pippa with a cup of tea in her hand.
“Hey, pretty.” She smiled, handing you the cup. Your heart swelled and your eyes pricked with tears at the gesture. You didn’t even care if you were overreacting, you were overjoyed.
“Thank you,” you squeaked, making Pippa laugh.
“You are too sweet.” She sighed, as she waved goodbye, “Places in ten.”
You nodded, sipping the steaming tea, instantly feeling better.
By intermission, however, you honestly thought you were going to throw up. All comfort you had from the tea was swept away as you sang and danced your heart out.
Collapsing backstage, you groaned.
Renee put a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly. “You poor thing,” she said.
“I am dying,” you sighed. Oak heard this and laughed.
“What is it? Bad Chinese food?”
You shook your head, pensive before continuing, “But now I want Chinese.”
Oak laughed, patting your head before going to get changed into his Madison costume.
It wasn’t until Room Where It Happened, that ithappened. You felt it, and instantly recognized it.
“Shit,” you mumbled, continuing to perform. You took in a sharp intake of breath as you leaped. The tears in your eyes glossed your vision. How embarrassing could this get? The song ended and you had no more than two minutes before you were back on for the cabinet battle.
Sprinting to your room, you pulled down your pants to see the red stain.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you seethed. Of course, on the oneday you had chosen to wear pretty underwear.
Grabbing a handful of tissues from the makeup table, you stuffed them in-between your legs, hoping to stop the bleeding for two songs more. Then you would have a good seven minutes to find something.
You groaned at the idea of having to do Washington On Your Side like this. Shaking your head, you grabbed some Purel before running back to left wing for your cue.
After final bow, you booked it to your dressing room. Ari, whom you shared with, would be there any minute and you just wanted to go.
Unfortunately, Lin was waiting outside for you the second you slipped into your sweats. His brows furrowed for a moment, “I thought we were getting drinks?”
You gasped, the blood draining from your face (literally) as memory washed over you. Grasping onto his arm, you apologized profusely. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot, I just uh - I don’t…” Your face was flushed now and your neck was hot with embarrassment. Lin looked disappointed, making your heart break even more so.
“Do you want me to walk you home?” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
You immediately shook your head, “No, no. I’m okay. Really. See you tomorrow!” You tried to sound enthusiastic, but the cramps in your stomach felt like rocks.
His eyes looked sad, instantly making your feel guilty. He didn’t move and neither did you. Lin took in a sharp breath before sputtering out, “I’m sorry.”
Now was your turn to be confused, “What are you talking about?”
“I probably made you uncomfortable by asking you out -“ that was a date? “I just think you’re really sweet and pretty - really pretty. And I just don’t know, I’m sorry. I probably just ruined this entire thing -“
“Lin,” you interrupted, a smile on your face. His eyes snapped to yours, worry clouding them. “I think you’re really sweet -“
“But you don’t like me like that.”
“But, I got -“ you stopped again. His stomach was in knots, similar to yours. Looking around to make sure no one was near, you leaned in. Rolling your eyes before continuing, “I got my period and I don’t have anything to… you know…”
Lin’s eyes went wide as his face turned red. He instantly relaxed when he realized that you weren’t blowing him off. Still. he shifted from foot to foot at the topic of woman week. Avoiding the topic all together, he took a moment before asking, “So… you like me.” He smirked.
You bit your tongue to hold back a snap remark, opting to roll your eyes again. “Yes, dumbass. I like you.”
He smiled, unsure of what to do. Does he hug you? High five you? Kiss you? Finger guns? Finger guns.
You laughed at his boyish grin as he shot two fingers at you.
“Want to go get drinks tomorrow?” He asked.
You nodded before joking, “Or we could go to by place and watch Disney movies.”
Lin’s smile lit up the dark hallway as he nodded quickly.
“Wait, seriously?” You asked, half expecting him to say no. Why would he want to hang out with a PMSing girl right now?
Still, Lin nodded again, “Lemme just change and we can go, yeah? I’ll drive.”
Your mouth fell slightly agape as you agreed. Lin did just that, too. He quickly changed into a soft tee and jeans before taking your hand and heading towards his car.
jun being a dad and being so lovely to his wife and child
i just want to prefix this by saying, i’m sorry it’s not a full-fledged scenario! i’ve never done a bullet point style before, however, this request has been collecting dust in my inbox for ages and i think a bullet point would be most fitting! so enjoy!
also, i did not know whether to make the bby a boy or girl, so you can decide!
the day you purchased your first pregnancy test, oh my god you were a very nervous, overwrought lil peach who spent at least an hour or so pacing in the bathroom, slapping the box against your wrist.
“lol stopping being a loser and just take the damn test, [Y/N]!!!”
once you saw those two pink tiny lines, tears immediately began dampening your lashes and your breath fell short and your heart started swelling.
i am a mother!!!! i have my own flower child now!!! whoop whoop!!!
⦁ you’re so inexplicably joyous and wow it would be great if junhui were there to celebrate with you. but then you’re like, junhui!!! he is the father!!! and even though you’re married the anxiety returns bc what if he is not as happy as you!!
eventually ur man comes home from practice. he’s in his usual white tee and black sweats with his duffle bag over his shoulder. his hair is bit damp toward the ends but he looks very soft.
you’re sitting on the sofa, looking a bit hollowed. he notices your eyes are slightly puffy and he can decipher a timid glint in their irises. he drops his things and scoots next to you, slipping an arm around your waist and pressing a lil kiss to your temple.
“did you have a good day, bby?” then he hears a faint sniffle as you dig into your hoodie pocket and show him the test. at first he doesn’t exactly understand or entirely know what it is so he’s like, “cool lol.”
⦁ and then you sigh whilst laughing at the same time. “no ya big idiot, it’s a pregnancy test!! i’m pregnant!!” you study his reactions very meticulously. he looks at you, then the test, then you, then the test.
before you can get another word out, junhui’s shaking his knees and scooping up your legs to pull you into his lap. his palms cup your cheeks and he steals a long kiss from your lips n then plants many short ones on your forehead.
⦁ “i am a father!!!! you are a mother!!!”
you both start tearing up a lil more. “omg so true!!” *high five*
Description : A Slytherin gurl who is anti-social and has a crush
on draco and every time a gurl confess to draco she will always be there
to watch and then the rest is your plot thank u hope u notice dis!!!!
Warnings: I didn’t stick to the plot that well and Draco seems to be a little bit of an ass for a while.
(Authors Note: Thanks so much for 1k followers here! I really appreciate it x )
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
The corridors are quiet as I walk back to the common room. The only
noise comes from the chattering portraits and an inaudible whispering
sound that becomes louder as I turn the corner leading up to the
Slytherin common room.
I come to a halt instantly as I come to witness a familiar event.
“Please go out with me…” she says, both of them apparently unaware of my sudden appearance.
girl is small, with perfect curls of sandy blonde hair that fall
neatly over her shoulder. She’s biting her lip nervously waiting for
the answer, looking up
at the boy with expectant eyes .
“Eh sorry… I can’t…"He says, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.
As usual, it’s Draco Malfoy.
"Why?"The girl pushes, I begin to recognise her as a pupil from the year below me.
"Um because… I like someone else…"he says, averting his eyes to anywhere but the girls face.
"Ohh…"she says, I try not to notice how her bottom lip trembles as she speaks, or the tears that brim her eyes slowly leaking out.
"I’m sorry, I’d hurt you if I where to say yes."he explains but the girl turns away from him, covering her eyes.
"I understand, I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,"she says before scurrying away, bumping into me as she goes.
I’m sorry,"I say, realising how strange it must seem to have stood and
listened to them. But the girl says nothing and with a flick of blonde
hair she is away again.
”(Y/N)?“ Draco questions and I stop again, my cheeks burning.
"I’m sorry to intrude… again."I say and he chuckles.
"You seem to show up every time that happens,"he says with a smirk "are you stalking me?”
“What? No!"I defend and he grins before his lips fall into a frown.
"Can I trust you not to tell anyone? I wouldn’t want people knowing that I made girl cry,”
“I won’t,"I assure and he smirks again.
"It’s not like you have anyone to tell is it?”
“Shut up, Draco,"I mumble and he laughs at my blushing face.
ignore him though and start heading through the common room and into
the girls dorm. I instantly collapse onto my bed with a sigh.
Why did he have to be so infuriatingly obnoxious all the time.
I blush at the thought before I find myself inwardly groaning for doing so.
Why does it always have to me that witnesses all these stupid confessions.
groan again, remembering the first time I’d seen someone confess to
him, in second year. Three years later and I’m apparently the only one
that has to constantly watch my crush being confessed to.
decide that the best thing to keep my mind off of it is to read my
book. So curling up in the corner of my bed I pull out my tattered copy
of Jane Austin’s "Northanger Abbey” and begin to fall into the world of Catherine Morland.
Later when all the other girls fill into the room I ignore them and continue with the story again until I fall asleep.
I pick at some toast at breakfast today, still absorbed by my book as I eat.
I look up from my book to come face to face with the cloudy grey eyes belonging to Draco Malfoy.
I slip a bookmark into my novel and shut it with a sigh of irritation.
“Yeah, Draco?” I ask as he slides into a seat next to me.
“I’m sorry about what I said yesterday, about you not having friends,"he explains and a raise a quizzical eyebrow at him.
"It’s fine, I don’t care,"I say, turning back to my toast that I had abandoned at the start of our conversation.
"That’s not what your scarlet face told me at the time,"he comments.
"It doesn’t matter,"I snap
"It does! That’s why I’m taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend,” he exclaims with a smile.
“Wait, what? Why?"I say, panicking a little over the idea of going to Hogsmeade with Draco Malfoy, alone, just the to of us.
"That’s no way to treat someone who just asked you on a date."He says with a face of fake shock.
"D-date?"I stammer, feeling my face heat up dramatically.
"Yup,” he says, popping the p.
“Why would you want to go on a date with me?” I ask, utter bewilderment seeping into my unsteady voice.
“Didn’t you hear yesterday? I told that girl that I liked someone else."he says casually, making my jaw drop open.
“Who else do you think it would be?"he frowns.
"How can you be so casual about this,”
“Because, I’m clearly an obnoxious twat,”
“Indeed."I say with a roll of my eyes but I notice something in his face for a second, a hint of nervousness in his features.
"Will you just say yes? Unless you want to spend your weekend reading the same book another twelve times,” he says
“Um… okay,” I say, slightly insulted.
“Great, I’ll see you Saturday,"he says, standing up again with a smirk before leaving with a wave goodbye.
I’m left in shock with a crimson blush rising to my cheeks.
The weekend flies in and today is my big date with Draco.
worked out over 500 possible catastrophes that can happen during the
date, I am now a complete mess and as I meet Draco at breakfast, my
heart is racing with nerves.
"Hey,"he says with a polite smile.
"Hi,” with as steady a smile as I can manage with my nerves wracking my body.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah.” I say, my heart rate beginning to calm a bit.
“Lets go then,"he says with a grin
When we arrive at Hogsmeade it’s chilly despite the sun that comes blaring down on us as we walk.
We visit honeydukes, zonko’s and the bookstore before heading to the Three Broomsticks.
"This is fun,"Draco says, I can sense the sincerity in his voice.
"Yeah ,"I say with smile "I really am enjoying myself,”
“Does it beat your book?"he asks jokingly.
"I don’t know… maybe,"I giggle and he laughs with me.
I feel myself smiling as we walk along the cobble stone streets.
suddenly feel Draco’s hand sneak into mine, making me jump a bit but I
don’t take my hand back, I just keep walking as a blush creeps up my
neck and to my cheeks.
When we finally arrive at the Three Broomsticks it’s packed with other pupils, laughing and chatting with friends.
Draco and I take a seat at the back, near the fireplace.
"What do you want to drink?” Draco asks
could I get a hot chocolate please?” I say, enjoying the idea of a
whip cream topped hot chocolate with a sprinkle of marshmallows.
Draco returns with two magical looking hot chocolates.
“Here,” Draco says, handing me the mug before sitting down across from me.
“Thank you,"I say, taking a sip.
We sit in silence for a while, enjoying our drinks.
I meant to ask a while ago, but why don’t you have many friends? You
are such a nice person and I don’t really understand.“ Draco asks out of
"Eh I guess I’m just shy and a bit awkward. It’s not
that I don’t like people, sometimes I just need time to be alone and
read my book or something.” I explain and he nods.
“(Y/N), can I tell you something?"he says in a whisper.
"Of course, Draco,” I say and he looks at me with a hint of worry in his grey eyes.
really like you. I’ve been nervous all week about this date so that’s
why I sounded like a prick when I asked you to come with me,"he
explains and as cheeks glow red I find myself taking Draco’s hand from
across the table.
"I like you too, Draco,” I tell him and his features light up.
“Okay I have something else to tell you,” he continues and I nod “I may have also made sure you’d bump into me
a couple of times when people were confessing to make you jealous."he tells me cautiously.
"Draco!"I exclaim, leaning over and hitting his shoulder.
"Well did it work?"he chuckles and that familiar red glow consumes my cheeks.
Pain seared through your entire being as you were being wheeled to the infirmary. Your clothes were slowly becoming stained with blood and your vision was beginning to unfocus and blur with each passing second.
“Come on, (y/n), were almost to the infirmary. Stay awake for us, please,” a voice said to you. You groaned as another pang of pain struck you, this time coming from your left side. You could only make out colors now and even then they were all blurring together like the colors of a watercolor painting. Your breathing began to become labored and eventually, your vision turned dark. Unconsciousness was bliss.
Poe landed his X-Wing and hopped out of the cockpit. The landing strip was chaos as a few resistance members were arriving home from missions. Each one of these members had an injury of some sort. After placing BB-8 onto the ground, Poe left in search of someone who would know what was going on.
“Poe!” He heard his name being called by Finn.
“Finn! What the hell is going on around here?” He asked.
“There was an ambush by the first order during a reconnaissance mission,” Finn began, panic laced within his voice. Poe’s heart dropped. He knew about the mission that you were going on today and he had hoped that this wasn’t your team.
“Which squadron was it?” Poe asked hurriedly, eyes wide and heart pounding.
“5A,” Finn replied. Poe cursed to himself as he looked at the ground, worry beginning to take over his being.
“Have you seen (y/n)?” Finn shook his head. At that moment, Poe handed sprinted to the infirmary in hopes of seeing you with minor injuries and a smile on your face. As he passed, some gave him weird looks and others showed sympathy on their faces.
The medical bay was swamped with people, non of which being the one Poe was looking for. He quickly approached the desk.
“Is (y/f/n) (y/l/n) here?” He asked quickly, not wanting to waste another second. The woman nodded. “Room 1.”
“Thank you,” he said before walking to your room. His stomach was doing flips and turns as he trekked to your room. He quickly walked inside to see yoy laying on the bed in a mint green gown with bandages all over your body. An IV was inside of your arm and your eyes were still closed. The monitor beeped a steady tempo, revealing that you were still alive. Carefully he walked up to your bed and sat down on the chair beside it. Tears brimmed his eyes as he studied you more.
There was a bandage wrapped around your head, as well as a bandage around your left arm and shoulder. Your lip was busted and a bruise was starting to appear around your eye. Poe then reached his hand out, grabbing your cold left hand, holding back the tears. A knock disrupted the moment and he looked to see a doctor walking and stopping in front of the bed.
“She suffered some serious wounds to her abdomen, arm, and head. She’s lost a lot of blood, but luckily we were able to get her stable,” he said, now placing a hand on Poe’s shoulder.
“Is she going to be okay?” Poe asked, his voice quivering.
“As of now, yes. We will have to watch as she progresses, but if she keeps improving through tomorrow, she will be alright.”
“Thank you,” Poe said, placing his hand over the doctor’s on his shoulder. “When will she wake up?”
“Not for a while. Again, as I said, she lost a lot of blood so it’s going to be some time before she wakes up. You should be alright to get some food and change if you feel the need to,” the doctor said, leaving the room.
Around ten minutes after the doctor left, Poe decided that he was going to do what the doctor said.
“Hey, (n/n), I’ll be back in a little bit, I promise,” Poe said, placing a gently kiss on her hand. He was rewarded with only the sound of the heart moniter.
Poe left the infirmary and went to his quarters, where he was faced with BB-8. The small droid beeped in surprise as Poe entered and began to change into sweat pants, a T-shirt, and a jacket.
“(Y/n) is in the infirmary with some injuries, BB. I’m going to grab some food and head back there if you want to join me,” the pilot told the droid. A series of beeps erupted from BB-8 as he hurried out of the door and down to the mess hall. Sighing, Poe grabbed a random book and followed his droid, not wanting to be left behind.
Poe arrived back to your room with his droid in tow and a book in hand. He looked at the cover of the book.
“X-Wing Mechanics 101,” he said to himself. He scoffed as he sat down in the chair. You were still in the same position as you were when he left. BB-8 moved himself next to Poe and beeped wildy, seeing you in this state.
“She’ll be alright, she’s a fighter,” Poe told his companion and opening the book. “Looks like we’re going to learn about the mechanics of an X-Wing, (y/n).” Ruffling his hair, Poe began to read.
“The X-Wing is a complex machine that has the ability to fly and fire various weapons while also having the ability to house a pilot and any droid of the pilot’s choice. Understanding the abilities and mechanics of this complex machine from this book will make you not only a better pilot, but also allow you to have a better understanding of your craft,” Poe scoffed. “Yeah, as if. I didn’t read this and I’m the best pilot in the resistance.”
Poe glanced up at your form. You looked so peaceful and calm. Poe could only imagine the you were in when you were awake. He wished that he could have been there to protect you and to help you. He was glad that you didn’t die, at least not yet. He grasped your hand once more and studied your face, remembering the way your dimples would pop when you smiled or the way your nostrils flared when you laughed.
A quizzical series of beeps came from the orange and white droid to his left.
“I’ll tell her when she’s awake,” Poe replied to the droid. BB-8 countered him with three short beeps, causing the pilot to laugh. “You do have a point, bud. Anyways let’s get back to the book.”
Three hours had passed and Poe had only read through half of the book. A yawn escaped his mouth as he marked the page he was on and placed the book on the bedside table. BB-8 had left to recharge for the night.
“Y'know, I was expecting you to wake up and slap this book out of my hands,” he said to your still figure. “I’d be grateful if you did that for me. That way I can see that you’re really okay and I wouldn’t have to keep reading this boring thing. I bet the nurses who came in to check on you were so confused,” he laughed. “I’m sorry it’s such a dry book–it was the first thing I grabbed. Anyway I can’t wait for you to wake up. I miss your smiling, happy face short-stack.”
With that said, Poe stopped his conversation and stood. He walked out of your room and to the vending machine that was nearby, gabbing a bottle of water.
“It’s really sweet of you to read to your girlfriend while she recovers, even if it is about the mechanics of an X-Wing,” an accented voice said from behind him. A blush creeped onto his face.
“Thanks,” he said before heading back to your room, drinking some water from the bottle. He sat down. He held your hand once more and ran his thumb over your knuckles.
“I wish I had the guts to tell you this while you were awake, but I love you, (y/n). More than you can imagine. I rushed here as soon as I heard about what happened, hoping that you would be alright. I wish I was there to protect you, but then again you’re a tough cookie who can handle herself. I have to leave for the night, visiting hours are coming to close. Until tomorrow,” he said standing again and kissing your forehead goodnight.
Poe arrived to your room early the next morning after eating breakfast. He didn’t sleep well the night before, but that didn’t stop him from trying to sleep.
“Morning (n/n),” he said before sitting down. “I see you haven’t woken up yet.” The medical unit was silent this early in the morning, no visitors came this early, even though the hours started at this time of day. Poe held your hand once more, but this time he heard your heart moniter begin to speed up the slightest bit.
“Hey, hey, calm down,” Poe said soothingly. The moniter began to go back to its or final pace. “That’s it. I guess you can hear me now. Unless you’ve always been able to hear me. Can you squeeze my hand?” Poe was becoming anxious as he awaited your response. He felt a faint squeeze, but it was there. A smile graced his features.
“Hey, take your time waking up, I’ll be here, I promise,” he said. You took a deep breath and calmed once more. “In the meantime let’s finish this book.”
It took only an hour more to finish reading the book that Poe had brought from yesterday. He placed it on the he table and watched you rest. Suddenly you began to shift, followed by a groan and followed by your eyelids opening to reveal (e/c) eyes. Poe pressed the call button for a nurse as he held your hand once more.
“Hey,” he said, tears beginning to pool from his eyes. You smiled a pained smile.
“Hey,” your voice croaked, causing you to cough and causing pain to surge through your stomach. You groaned. The nurse then walked in and checked all of your vitals and your responsiveness. Finally she started a morphine drip to help you through the pain.
“I thought you were gone,” Poe said, tears sliding down his cheeks. You smiled.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Besides, ever since you’ve started that book, I’ve been trying to wake up and throw it out the window,” you said. Poe began to chuckle.
“So I’m guessing you were able to hear some other things then,” he said, cheeks blushing. You smiled.
“Yeah. I never took you for the sappy type, Mr. Dameron,” you teased. “But I guess I love you too.” Poe’s face lit up as you said that and he placed a soft kiss onto your lips.
The tumblr app ate an ask… again 😑…
Anyway, @dontfeelsogood requested a fic with both Yuuri and Viktor sick and taking care of each other. I hope could do them justice, it was a lot of fun to write.
Warning: Descriptions of vomiting below the cut!
Yuuri woke up feeling absolutely horrible. His head throbbed, his stomach was in knots and despite the covers, that should have been heated up by his body over the night, he was shivering. He was definitely sick. But he had a competition in a week from now, so there was no way he could miss out on training.
The black haired skater groaned and tried to sit up, only to be met with a horrible spell of dizziness. He sat on the edge of his bed, holding his head and waited for the world to stop spinning. When he could see more or less straight, he took his glasses from the night table, put them on and got up carefully.
He got dressed and went down for a small breakfast, a bowl of rice with some egg, and tried to ignore the angry churning of his stomach. His mother told him, that Viktor had already left, so he took his jacket immediately after finishing, put on his shoes and went after his coach.
When he stepped outside, he couldn’t suppress a shiver going down his spine. Despite the sun shining it felt terribly cold to him. Well, he would get warmer when he started to jog.
Halfway to the ice rink, ‘though, Yuuri had to stop. His head was spinning and his stomach really hurting now from all the jostling. He took a deep breath to calm down and then continued at a slower pace. He desperately tried not to think about what skating would do to him in that state.
When he finally arrived at the rink, Viktor was already there, standing in the middle of the ice with a pensive expression on his face. He turned around when he heard the door and a smile crossed his face when he saw his boyfriend.
“Yuuri, finally! I already thought you wouldn’t grace me with your presence today!” he exclaimed cheerfully. Yuuri just managed a weak smile in response. That seemed to catch Viktor’s attention. He skated closer to his protégé and gave him a once over with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t bother putting on your skates. You’re going back home”, he then announced in a stern voice.
“Wha—but I have to practice for the competition next week!” Yuuri started to protest. “I’m still not good enough at the quads in the second half and – “
“You’re pale, tired looking, shivering and swaying on your feet”, Viktor listed, crossing his arms. “You’re clearly sick, so there’s no way I can let you skate today, not as your coach and definitely not as your boyfriend!”
Yuuri let out a defeated sigh and slumped down on one of the benches. He knew that there was no arguing with Viktor now, and to be honest he was relieved that he didn’t have to train. He probably would have passed out or thrown up on the ice. Or both. And he sure as hell didn’t want that.
He closed his eyes exhaustedly, only to startle and open them again when something cool was pressed against his forehead.
“You definitely have a fever,” Viktor stated and drew his hand back again and sat down next to him. “Anything else wrong?”
Yuuri shivered. “Head hurt’s. Stomach too…” he mumbled and leaned against his boyfriend, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “ ‘n feel dizzy…”
“Do you think you’re going to be sick?” Viktor asked concerned. Yuuri shrugged. He really wasn’t sure, his stomach felt really weird.
“God, how did you even make it here, darling?” the silver haired man sighed and ran his hand through his boyfriend’s hair. Yuuri just shrugged again and moved closer to Viktor.
“I’ll call your father to have him come and pick us up with the car,” the Russian decided. Yuuri nodded. That sounded like a very good idea.
You rolled over and felt someone touching your hair
and quickly opened your eyes to see Draco sitting at the edge of his bed.
Sunlight was shining in through the windows and he had most of the curtains
drawn on his bed.
“Shush, it’s only me.” He said, giving you a gentle
smile. “Did you sleep okay?”
You nodded; remembering that awful nightmare and
what ensued after you woke up from it, a small smile splaying across your lips.
Draco leaned over and grabbed a glass of water for
you to drink. “Breakfast is in a few if you wanted to go grab something to
You nodded and sat up, taking the water and gulping
it down in haste, realizing just how thirsty you were. “Thank you.” You managed
before handing him the now empty glass. “I’m actually famished. You sleep
“Extremely, thanks to you.” He said looking down at
his hands. He must have woken up with you still in his arms. You felt a blush
rise to your cheeks before you swung your legs over the edge of the bed.
“I’ll see you at breakfast then.” You said before
nodding to him curtly and exiting his room. Your heart was beating
uncontrollably in your chest as you leaned against his door, trying desperately
to control your body.
After taking a long hot shower and dressing quickly,
you ran down to breakfast as fast as you could. Pansy was waiting for you as
usual, with a spot open next to her. Draco wasn’t sitting in his usual spot.
Instead, he had moved across from you.
“Good morning.” You said to Pansy as you sat down
next to her. She nodded towards you, looking as if she spent the night out
drinking. “You look like crap. What happened?” you nudged her side.
“Remind me to never drink fire whiskey again.” She
said before gagging. You grimaced as you heard Draco let out a small chuckle.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you never forget.” He said.
“Good thing we don’t have class today or Professor Snape would be all over
You all let out a laugh, except Pansy, before you
heard someone clearing their throat.
“And why would I need to scold you?” Snape was
standing behind Pansy and we all watched as her eyes widened with horror.
“Nothing sir, it’s just a saying, like a joke among
the students.” Crabbe belted before we could stop him.
Snape looked at all of you individually before
stopping on you. “Ms. Y/L/N, I suggest you find a new lot of people to hang
around. I would hate to see you fall behind in class.” And with that, he left.
You felt your body relax, letting out a small laugh before filling your plate
After breakfast, you grabbed your books from your
room and headed to the library to study. Draco had sulked off somewhere and you
had a feeling you knew where. Finding a quite place in the corner of the
library, you opened your book and started studying, nose so far in you wouldn’t
have known if someone was sitting in front of you or not.
After a few hours of studying in the library, you
felt the need to take a break.
If there was anything on the dark mark, it would
have to be in there and you knew it. Scanning the aisles of books, you noticed
one that seemed as if it were calling out to you. You walked over to it,
pulling it from its dusty home and running your fingers across its front cover.
Opening it up, you noticed the same markings that
were on Draco’s arm. You tore out the page in the book, folding it and slipping
it into your pocket.
After gathering your books and making your way back
to the Slytherin common room, you noticed a commotion going on in front of the
“What’s going on?” You asked Pansy who was standing
on the outskirts.
“Something about Potter and the others. They’ve
disappeared.” She shrugged, walking away. You noticed that Draco wasn’t there
and figured he was still dealing with his mess.
You dropped your stuff off in your room and walked
outside into the chilly air, making your way to where Hagrid had suggested, the
You walked towards it with your wand lighting the
path to the dark water, watching creatures swam across in the distance under
the moonlight. Letting the light die out of your wand, you sat there at the
edge of the water, trying to keep up with the way the water moved.
“It’s really beautiful.” You heard a voice behind
you and jumped. Turning around you saw Draco standing there, his hands in the
pockets of his slacks.
“Why do you always sneak up on me at this time of
night?” You asked him, staring him down. He looked really bad. His eyes were
bloodshot and he looked paler than usual.
“I’m sorry.” He said. Again, shock resonated through
you as you heard the words you never thought you would hear.
“Oh, Draco.” You said, walking up to him and
touching his cheek. He tried to turn away from you but you only continued. “Are
you okay? You look…sick.”
“I’m fine.” He said turning away, his voice
cracking. After a moment, he turned his head slightly and looked at you. “I
think you should stay away from me from now on. It’s not safe and I can’t bear
seeing you in pain.”
You stood there with pain clenching your heart.
“Draco,” You whispered.
“No, I mean it. I don’t want you or anyone getting
hurt and the further you are away from me, the better this is for both of us.”
You couldn’t help yourself as you rushed over to
him, angrily grabbing his arm and pulling him around to face you completely.
“Tell that to my face. Look me straight in the eyes and tell me that you want
me to leave.” Tears had started to fall down your face, the wind whipping
across making them feel like icicles.
He too had tears in his eyes as he tried desperately
to hold them back. You both stood there, waiting for the other to break the
“Oh what the hell,” He said before he crashed his
lips against yours, pulling you closer to him. His hands searched your face as
yours wrapped around his neck. You both searched each other’s mouths with your
tongues, breathing heavily when you got the chance. As he moved to catch his
breath, you leaned your forehead against his, laughing slightly, tears still
falling down your cheek. His thumb wiped them away, kissing you again briefly
before pulling away, his arms still around you.
“This is going to be hard.” He said, sadness washing
over his pale features, his hands tightening around your waist like he was
afraid he was going to lose you.
You sighed, “I know, but I haven’t left your side
yet so don’t abandon me either.” You said. “I can take care of myself.”
He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, bringing
you closer to him.
“Hey what happened with Potter and his friends?” You
asked him. He pulled away from you confused.
“What do you mean?”
“They disappeared; the whole common room was talking
about it today.” You said, taking his hand in yours.
He looked at you confused still before his
expression turned to fear. “Him.”
You knew he was talking about Voldemort with the way
his body started to shake. Pulling him close to you again and wrapping your
arms around him tightly, you held onto him while he shook until he calmed down
enough to look into your eyes again.
“I don’t know if I can continue doing this. How am I
supposed to be strong when I obviously can’t be?” His voice cracked as tears
brimmed his still bloodshot eyes. You kissed him lightly before taking his hand
and pulling him to the lake.
“Do you see that?” You asked him, pointing to your
reflection in the water. He nodded. “That is what will keep you strong. I will
never let you down, I will never let you go, I will never abandon you. Trust
me. Lean on me when you’re not feeling strong enough. Let me help you in your
time of need.” You looked up at him through your lashes, smiling. “We will get
through this together, even if it means we both have to run away from here, I
will do it to keep you safe and to protect you.”
He took you in his arms, holding you close to him.
Your head rested on his chest and you heard the quickness of his heart. “Let’s
do it now then. Let’s run away and never look back. I can’t bear the site of
him using you against me if I don’t do what he wants me to.”
You shook your head. “If we could do that right now,
I would. But you and I both know that he would stop at nothing to find us and
then what? Your worst nightmare would come true.”
He looked into your Y/E/C eyes, nodding. “You’re
“Just get through whatever he wants you to do. I
know it’s not easy and trust me, seeing you like this isn’t easy for me, but
until this is all over, let me be your escape.” You said, reaching up and
cupping his cheek. He leaned against it, closing his eyes as he took in a deep
breath. When he finally opened them, he seemed calmer, almost happier.
“Thank you.” He whispered before kissing you again.
You felt your heart tighten as his lips gently moved across yours.
You both stood there for awhile afterwards, talking
about nonsense things, getting to know one another better. He never let you an
inch from him the whole time; always keeping you close, touching you in some
form. Every now and then he would steal kisses from you, making sure that you
were still there. He talked of his mother and the love for her showed through
with each word that left his mouth, and his father, the amount of respect and
unwavering loyalty he showed never faltered. He talked of his summers at home
and the elegant and unnecessary balls his parents would throw every year at the
manor. He asked you questions about your family, telling him that your father
died when you were young but your mother was a strong witch with very close
relatives. You lived in a large house, not quite the size of a manor but large
enough that you had a few rooms that were unused. You talked of your cat and
your mother’s crazy habits. You spoke of summer and the long and endless nights
of causing trouble with your friends. Your mother didn’t care as long as you
stayed top of the class.
It was a peaceful conversation between two people
who had fallen in love. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him every time he
spoke. He wanted to know more about you, be closer to you, to fall into the
color of your eyes and get lost; and you wanted nothing more but to do the
same. For some odd reason, you couldn’t see yourself without him. He was
starting to take on a form in your life that was inexplicably impossible to
A/N: I tried to make sure that everything was correct, following the book wise. I started to think about re-watching certain parts of the movie to see if i got them right, but I think I did. I’ve had a pretty fantastic weekend so far. I hope you had one too. Happy monday!!!
I hope you had a great thanksgiving!! Can I have a Paul imagine where he hasn’t join the pack and him and the reader are like best friend. Then the reader would date a vampire and that triggers the wolf inside of Paul, around Christmas the vampire left her and Paul is not talking to her because the whole wolf pack thing. Then she came running to Paul’s house and he imprints on her, lastly the vampire came back after the reader and Paul got together. Sorry that’s like a lot :/
You honked the horn playful as you pulled into Paul’s driveway; almost right away he came running out tugging on a flannel shirt over his t-shirt. “Good afternoon,” you cheerfully grinned. “You just wake up?”
“How can you tell,” he said blankly with a chuckle.
“Because I know you well enough. Oh, and there still some drool on your cheek,” you laughed as he quickly flailed his arm at his cheek and rubbed the saliva away.
“Tell me again why you wanted me to come out with you today.”
“I want you to meet Adrian,” you reminded him. You saw him snarl to himself. “Oh, stop that,” you swatted him. “He’s a nice guy.”
“A nice guy would take you out on a nice day, not a dark, rainy one like today. And he’d pick you up for that matter too.”
“He’d have to go out of his way to pick me up so we’re meeting there. You haven’t even met him why are you acting like you hate him?”
“Because as far as I’m concerned no guy is ever gunna’ be good enough for my best friend,” he said turned away from you so you couldn’t see his disappointed face. You ignored the tone in his voice and kept looking straight, maybe if he wasn’t your best friend you’d date the guy.
You pulled into the parking lot and turned off your car. “Paul,” you turned to him, “do me a favor. Pretend to like Adrian. Give him a shot, ok? We’ve been dating for two months now and he’s been good to me. Promise me you’ll give him a shot?”
“I promise.” With that you two jumped out of the car and booked it out of the rain and into the restaurant.
“There he is,” you smiled and waved. “Adrian, hey,” you walked over and hugged him. Paul watched as Adrian shot a glare towards him as you hugged him. “Adrian, this is my best friend Paul. Paul, this is Adrian.” As soon as he saw him something went off in Paul. He didn’t like the guy, his blood started to boil, he could feel himself starting to sweat.
“I’ve heard a lot about you Paul,” Adrian said offering his hand.
Paul fought the urge to recoil from the coldness of Adrian’s hand. “Same here.”
“I got us a table for three, they said it should be ready any minute now,” Adrian smiled towards you.
You poked Adrian’s side, “Are you actually going to eat this time or just sit and watch me again,” you joked.
“I actually had a late breakfast so I’m not that hungry.”
“You and your eating habits…so weird,” you told him. “Paul can eat 24/7 and still be hungry,” you laughed and turned towards Paul. “Paul, are you ok? You look sick.”
“I…ugh,” he stammered, “I think I need a minute,” he rushed past you and ran into the bathroom.
“Is your friend ok?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted. “He was fine in the car. I’m going to go check on him,” you left Adrian and poked your head into the men’s bathroom. Since you didn’t see any guys in there you went inside and found the shut stall door. “Paul,” you softly said, “let me in.”
“No,” he growled, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Like what? Sick? Paul, I took care of you when you had the flu, I’m sure I can handle it.”
Reluctantly, he came out of the stall, a puddle starting to show on his undershirt. “You look awful, Pauly. I’m taking you home.”
“I’m fine,” he tried to dismiss you.
“Don’t argue with me, we’re going home. Let’s go. Go out to the car,” you handed him the keys, “I’ll be there in a second.”
You two left the men’s room and you walked towards Adrian. “Is your friend alright?”
“No, I’m afraid not. I have to take him home, I think he’s caught the flu or something. I’m sorry,” you apologized.
“No, no, don’t worry about it,” he reassuringly smiled. “Go take care of your friend. We can go out later this week, yeah?”
“That sounds perfect.”
All ride home Paul was twisting and yelling out in pain. “I’m taking you to the res. Doctor, Paul, there’s something wrong.” As soon as you pulled into the small parking lot you were out and to his side. “Come on,” you lifted him out of the car and half dragged him into the office.
“What happened,” the Doctor asked. After you explained everything to him he nodded at you. “Go home, Y/N, we’ll call his family and take care of Paul here. Nothing to worry about.”
And that was the last time you saw Paul. After that day he refused to take your calls, refused to call you back, and every time you went to his house he wasn’t there. You had lost your best friend and had no idea why.
Months had passed and the snow was falling. It was December 19th and Adrian was leaving tomorrow to spend the holiday’s with his family. You grabbed your coat and drove to the cafe you were meeting him at. “Hi,” you brightly smiled at your boyfriend.
“Hey,” he said lacking luster. “I got you a coffee,” he handed the cup to you.
“Thanks. What the matter? You seem…off.”
“Y/N, sit down, we need to talk.”
“I have to breakup with you.” Before you could ask why he continued, “I’m moving back towards my family. I didn’t expect to stay around here this long, but I did, and now I need to go. And I can’t continue our relationship once I go. Hell, I shouldn’t have started dating you in the first place.”
“So dating me was a mistake now?”
“Yeah, I guess it was.”
“Then have a nice life in wherever the hell you’re going,” you slammed your drink on the table and left.
You drove back to your house and slammed the door. After all these months of him acting like everything was perfect he changes his mind. He regrets your relationship now?! You grabbed your phone and dialed the number you knew by heart. “You’ve reached Paul. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you,” the voicemail you’d heard so often these past few months flooded your ears.
“Paul, it’s me…again. I…I know you don’t want to talk to me, I’ve gotten that message but…but I really need my best friend to talk to right now,” you felt tears weld in your eyes. But you were felt more sad about not reaching Paul than about having just broken up with your boyfriend. “Please, when you hear this, give me a call.”
Hours had passed and you still weren’t feeling tired. This whole time you sat stirring in anger; anger that Adrian had broken up with you, anger that he said you were a mistake, but mostly anger that Paul had heard the pain in your voice on all your calls and he still had chosen to ignore you.
It stirred and stirred until finally you felt it rupture. You shot up, grabbed your keys, and started speeding towards Paul’s house on the reservation.
His car was in the driveway and the lights were on. You stomped up the porch and let yourself in his home, slamming the door shut. Before you could enter the living room Paul stepped into view. “Y/N?” His face shifted from a confused stare to a blank look, like he wasn’t thinking anything.
“You’ve got some real nerve, you know that?” You pushed him out of your way and started pacing around the room. “Four months, you’ve been ignoring me. Four months, Paul! I must have left you a dozen messages, I must have come over a handful of times trying to catch you, but all those aren’t as bad as what happened tonight.” You picked up the phone on the couch and saw that he had listened to the voicemail you’d left him last night.
“I called you tonight needing to talk to my best friend and you ignored me! You listened to the message, or maybe you just straight deleted it, but I needed you and you were too self centered to-,” all he was doing was blankly staring at you. “Why are you just looking at me? Didn’t think I’d have the balls to come over here and tell you how much of a di-,” you were cut off by Paul’s lips crashing on yours.
“What,” you asked in a daze after he let go.
“I’ve loved you for years now I just never said anything and when I met Adrian…well something happened to me and…”
“So you stopped talking to me because I was dating Adrian?”
“No…Y/N, there’s a lot that I think you deserve to know.” And that’s when he told you everything.
*1 month later*
You and Paul were driving from town back towards the res. The pack was having another bonfire tonight and Paul had taken you out on a date and now you two were heading back. “Hey, can we stop by my house real quick? I forgot my coat and I’m not a personal heater like you guys are?” Paul grinned and laughed at your meekness.
“Who’s car is that,” Paul said turning on your street.
“That’s…Adrian’s.” You heard Paul starting huffing angrily right away. “Calm down, Pauly. I’m sure it just looks like his car, it’s probably not even his.” He reluctantly pulled over and you two made your way to the front door. Just a few steps away, Adrian stepped out from the shadows. “Adrian?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see how you were doing. What’s that smell,” he said with a disgusted face.
“That’d be me,” Paul said bitterly.
“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you? I’d heard rumors about you guys. Can I have a second with Y/N?”
“No,” you both said at the same time. “What do you want, Adrian?”
“I wanted to apologize. I was a real jerk and it was because I was panicking. I was afraid to tell you my secret and afraid to see how you’d react. I’m sorry and I want to make things right.”
“Well thank you, Adrian, but I’ve moved on,” you reached out and grabbed Paul’s hand. “And I’m happy.”
“I understand,” he sadly lowered his head and walked back to his car.
“You’re happy,” Paul grinned like a kids at Christmas as he looked at you.
“Yeah, I am. For now at least,” you quipped at the end and poked his side, running up and into your house.
“Hey,” he chuckled and tried to sound offended. Then he took off after you, determined to make you pay.
Summary: You’re a barista in New York City, and a cute new customer has started coming to your coffee shop to work on his drawings. You begin to develop a connection with the man, who you discover his named Gerard…….but, then, tragedy strikes.
You’d just started working at a cute, mom-and-pop coffeeshop
in the big city. You loved the smell of beans roasting and bagels baking in the
morning when you walked in. It was kind of hard to learn how to make all the different
kinds of drinks, especially when you always had a long line. But, so far, you
still thought it was a pretty cool job. You even got free coffee once in a
You watched the man at the furthest table from the counter
out of the corner of your eye as you prepared a cappuccino. He was handsome,
with long, dark hair and hazel eyes that you wished would glance your way. He’d
started coming here almost every day recently, ordering a single latte and then
sitting in the corner for hours, bent over his sketchbook. You were curious as
to what he was working on, but you didn’t want to bother him. He seemed really
shy, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him anxious.
“Hey, Y/N, can you go wipe the tables while we’re not busy?”
your boss asked. “I’ll finish that cappuccino for Mrs. Benson, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” you nodded, and grabbed a rag. The
rush was going to start soon, and so this was the only time today you’d have
time to do this. You started at the first table, wiping away donut crumbs and
spilled espresso. Most of the tables weren’t that dirty, so it didn’t take you
long. Soon, you were at the table beside the one where the raven-haired man
You craned your neck as you scrubbed, trying to sneak a peek
at his drawing. He didn’t seem to notice you were there. He was completely absorbed
in his work, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he inked over a
pencil line with laser-like focus. You saw that the sketch depicted a cartoon
monkey eating pancakes.
“It’s so cute,” you said softly, unable to resist a smile.
The man jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly startled.
His knee knocked the table when he bolted, sending his latte tumbling to the
floor with a splash.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” you gasped. “Let me get a mop and
clean that up for you!”
“It’s ok, it’s my fault,” the man said quietly, grabbing a
napkin from the dispenser and bending down to wipe up the spill. “I, uh, didn’t
see you over there.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized. “I just
thought your drawing was really good.”
“Oh, well, um, thank you,” the man blushed. “I actually work
at Cartoon Network, and the sketch is part of some concept art for a show idea
I’m about to pitch to them, called The
“That’s so cool!” you beamed, impressed. “I’m Y/N, by the
“I’m Gerard,” the man introduced. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” you smiled. “Listen, I feel really
bad for making you spill your drink. I can get you a new latte on the house, if
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Gerard waved his hand.
“I don’t have to,” you agreed. “I want to.”
“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble with your manager?”
“Yeah, it should be fine,” you assured him. “I’ll go get one
for you right now. And good luck with your pitch!”
“Thanks,” Gerard smiled, playing with a lock of hair
nervously. You found him even cuter now that you’d have the nerve to talk to
Summary: Dean x Reader - Adoptive father Bobby tells the reader that Dean and Sam are coming to visit. The reader is happy, as she secretly loves Dean Winchester.
Word Count: 3995
Y/N = Your name
You’d started your day like any other day, making breakfast for Bobby and you, and impersonating a federal officer when some hunter called in for a fake background check. Calling bullshit when the overly misogynistic sheriff on the other end of the line had questioned your gender.
Things were good, as they had been since Bobby took you in and raised you as his own daughter many years ago. Not only had he saved your life, but he had given you a chance at a new one. The gruff man was surprisingly a big softie once you got to know him. And he loved you like you were his own flesh and blood.
Sure there had been bumps in the road, and going through the awkward teenage years with only Bobby to rely on had been hard on you both. But you loved Bobby like your own father, and you knew he felt the same way. The two of you were family, no one ever questioned that, and you were treated with the respect that came from being Bobby’s daughter. The hunters all saw you as a reliable source of information, and you knew a lot of the lore and incantations like the back of your hand. In some areas you even surprised the old hunter with your knowledge of the supernatural, though you doubted you’d ever catch up to the living, breathing encyclopedia on all things weird that was Bobby Singer.
You briefly opened your eyes to see sunlight streaming in through the open balcony onto your boyfriend’s face. His hair was a mess, sticking straight up from his head, but somehow he still managed to look irresistible cute.
“Too early,” you mumbled, rolling towards him and burying your face back in his pillows.
“Please, I’m begging you. It’s already 7:30,” he whispered, stroking your hair and kissing your shoulder. “I really want to head out and see the city before it gets too hot.”
You lifted your head slightly and once again saw his bright blue eyes staring at you, full of excitement. He kissed your nose and sat up quickly once he saw you were finally awake. You two had come to Italy on vacation, but it hadn’t been much of a vacation with Dan waking you up every morning at the crack of dawn. You hadn’t gotten in before 11 PM the entire week, and of course you hadn’t gone to sleep before 1 AM because Dan had been all but too eager to get you back to bed. Vacations were supposed to be about sleeping in and relaxing; they were meant to be about eating delicious food and sitting on the beach with a good book. Dan however was far more concerned with exploring the city nearly 24 hours a day and finding adventure. He ate for survival and not for enjoyment, meaning he never wanted to stop and eat. This often left you exhausted and starving, but you tried to overlook this because you loved him and wanted him to have a good time.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes before smiling and giving him a kiss. He smiled back and as you leaned in to kiss him more, he pulled away with an exasperated look.
“Can you please get in the shower now so we can head out before noon? I know you take forever to get ready,” he begged. You laughed, slowly climbing out of bed and walking towards the restroom of your hotel room. You glanced out the open balcony doors, noticing a half empty coffee cup and open newspaper. Dan must have been awake for quite some time. You quickly walk back to the bed and give him a peck on the forehead.
“Thanks for letting me sleep in,” you sarcastically mumbled against his cheek.
“Yeah babe, I know you need your beauty rest. But for God’s sake, go get in the shower!”
You smiled and playfully rubbed his hair before you obliged and walked into the bathroom.
An hour and a half later, you and Dan finally departed hand in hand to explore the city streets. Dan noticed your stomach grumbling so he led you around the corner from your hotel to a street full of little Italian cafes. He walked into the first one, busy with people ordering coffees, pastries, and other breakfast items.
“What do you want to eat babe?” he inquired. Squinting above his head, you realized the menu written above the baristas was in Italian. You looked down to see a woman being handed a large mug of what appeared to be coffee along with a bagel.
“Just a bagel and coffee please,” you said. Dan let go of your hand and turned to the counter, standing nearly a head taller than everyone else in the shop.
“Due caffè e un bagel tostato per favore,” you heard him say to the barista. The young woman behind the counter stared at your handsome boyfriend, clearly mesmerized by his eyes and his horrible yet adorable Italian accent. She smiled and nodded at him as he handed her money. He turned around and winked, which drew the attention of a few women standing next to you. They began whispering words you could not understand which quickly made you uncomfortable. You wrapped your arms around your body and looked at the floor. Dan walked back you, somehow holding both coffees and the bagel in one hand.
“Are you cold?” he asked, taking a bite of your bagel before handing it to you. You looked up to meet not his eyes, but the eyes of several women giving you nasty looks. You nodded and grabbed the bagel before quickly walking out of the café. Dan followed with a confused look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just hungry,” you said trying to brush the paranoid look off your face.
“I can tell when you’re upset, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I SAID NOTHING,” you yelled, anger suddenly taking over your body. Dan’s face dropped and he broke eye contact. You hadn’t meant to yell at him, but with the lack of sleep and food for the last week, you weren’t feeling yourself. Dan shrugged his shoulders as he always did, but he didn’t take your hand again. “Well alright then, let’s go,” he muttered, taking off down the street. You followed, noticing the shift in atmosphere because of your behavior. He made no effort to slow his brisk pace as he normally did when he was with you. You could tell you had hurt his feelings, and though you hadn’t meant to, you were in no mood to apologize. You walked several blocks this way, nearly running to keep up with Dan while trying to eat and drink your coffee.
“Hey can you slow down!” you exclaimed when you finally caught up to him. He turned around looking annoyed and glared at you from behind his glasses.
“It’s already 9:30, I had wanted to leave early this morning, so why don’t you hurry up?” Without waiting for a response, he took off down the street. You stood still, suddenly exhausted again. You didn’t know if you should follow him and have a miserable day of awkwardly not speaking to each other or if you should return to the hotel and take a nap. Suddenly very emotional, tears filled your eyes and a yawn escaped your mouth, effectively making your decision for you. You turned back and started towards the hotel again.
You slammed the door to your hotel room, stomping over to the bed and laying down. Your stomach was still grumbling despite the bagel you just inhaled. You opened the bedside table to find a room service menu. Looking it over, you decided on French toast, eggs, bacon, and orange juice. You immediately picked up the phone to order.
“Ciao, come posso aiutare?” a woman asked.
“Um, sorry, do you speak English?”
“Si Mrs. Smith, how can we help you today?” Mrs. Smith. At this rate, you weren’t so sure you ever wanted to be the Mrs. to your Mr. Smith.
After ordering and hanging up the phone, you walked across the room to the dresser. You opened one of the drawers to dig out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into, but noticed the box of unopened tampons instead. Your mind immediately began to panic and you raced to find your cellphone. Unlocking it, you opened your app that tracks your period to find that you were a week late. Your period was rarely off schedule and you suddenly felt queasy. You stood up and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door before barely making it to the toilet.
Sitting near the toilet and retching for nearly 20 minutes, you checked your phone. No missed calls or texts from Dan. You set it down on the floor and again were suddenly overcome with emotions. How could he not have called to check where you were?
“He must be pretty pissed,” you whispered to yourself. Before the waterworks could start, you heard a knock at the door. Stomach still unsettled, you stood up and slowly walked to the door. A young man no more than 18 stood smiling and holding a tray with your food.
“Ciao Mrs. Smith, here is your breakfast,” he beamed. You tried to smile at him as he handed you the tray but immediately burst into tears. You put the tray down on to the table at the foot of the bed. Pulling your legs to your chest, you sat on the bed.
“I’m so sorry,” you sputtered. The poor boy’s warm aura instantly disappeared and he became uncomfortable. Unsure if he should stay or leave, you looked up at him and tried to brush your tears away.
“It’s okay ma’am,” he squeaked, walking over and leaning down to awkwardly pat you on the back. “Are you alright? Is…is there anything I can do for you?” he hesitantly inquired.
You were about to reply no and that he could leave, but an idea popped into your head.
“Um…” you began, “Actually there is.”
Nearly 8 hours later, Dan finally returned. You were lying in bed with a book when you heard the door opened. Turning you head, he walked in the door holding a small bag and a facial expression like a sad puppy. He approached the bed and sat down but would not look at you.
“I hate fighting,” he croaked. He sounded like he had been crying, which all but broke your heart. You sat up and reached out for his hand.
“Me too,” you answered. He looked up at you and you saw how red his eyes were. Before you could say anything, he pulled you across the bed and into his arms.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered into you hair, kissing your head and wrapping his warm hands around your back. You snuggled into his chest, smelling cigarettes and his cologne.
“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” you whispered into his chest. You sat like this for a few minutes before pulling your tear-streaked face out of his neck.
“Do you want to tell me why you were upset this morning?” he requested.
You pulled out of his embrace, sitting back on your side of the bed. He pushed his shoes off and tossed his jacket on to the floor, never looking away from you and waiting for a response.
“Well first I thought I was just irritable because it’s not exactly like we have been sleeping or eating enough the last week…” you started.
“Yeah babe, I know, I’m sorry about that. I promise we can sleep in super late and eat a ton tomorrow, I know I’ve been waking you up early.”
“It’s not just that.”
“Oh. Well…what else is it?”
“Are you ill?” He reached out and touched the back of his hand to your forehead.
“No I’m not ill,” you laughed, taking his hand from your forehead and into your lap.
“Well then what was wrong this morning?” His eyes darted around your face, looking for clues as to what you were going to say.
Pairing: Jealous!DeanxVirgin!Reader, Samxfriend!reader Word count: 3,505 Authors: Amy and Brit A/N: Part 1 of 3
The one thing you didn’t exactly tell people when you met was that you were a virgin. When people found out, they looked at you differently, judged you. So, you kept it to yourself. No one made you feel the urge to tell them.
You were sitting on your bed in the bunker with Dean. His lips moved perfectly with yours. His hand moved into your hair, holding the back of your head. The two of you moved until he was half laying over you. His thigh was between yours, and you rolled your hips against him.
Feeling his hand move down to your hip, his thumb brushing under your shirt, you gripped his wrist. He pulled back, his jewel-like green eyes looking into yours, an unspoken question. Licking your lips, you took a deep breath. It wouldn’t be fair to not tell him. “Dean, I need to tell you something.” You said quietly. “I-I’m a virgin.” You were shaking slightly. “Dean?” You breathed, hoping that he would say something.
His jaw clenched and he moved off of you. You moved to rest on your elbows and watched him walk out the door, slamming it behind him. Falling back, you covered your face with your hands. Your body shook with silent sobs. Of all the reactions he could have had, that wasn’t the one you expected.
You heard Sam’s voice in the doorway, just a little exasperated as he waited for a response. You just decided to ignore it. It was warmer under your blanket. And you knew from experience that it would still be early.
Still, Sam was used to it by now. When you went thirty seconds without moving, he strode over to your bed and yanked the covers off in one smooth motion. You rolled onto your back, blinking up at him reproachfully. “Fuck off, Sam. I was sleeping.”
“No, you weren’t. You were awake, and you were ignoring me. Now we’re gonna go train.”
I tell you how beautiful you are?” Theo asks. “Yes, five times,” I say and he
chuckles. I am Facetiming with Theo my boyfriend. I have a lot to do for school
and he for his pack so we can’t really hang out. But we do facetime and call a
lot. I go to Devenford Prep so we also don’t see each other during school. He
wanted to also go to Devenford Prep but I didn’t want that. We actually have
like a long-distance relationship but then without the long-distance and with
no time to be with each other. “Babe?” Theo asks. “Sorry, I was just thinking.
What did you say?” I ask. “I want to plan a date. A real one and not one over
the phone,” he says. “When?” I ask. “I don’t care,” he says. “Tuesday around
seven,” I say. “Then seven it will be,” he says. “I’m looking forward to it,” I
say. “I have to go,” he says. “I have a pack meeting.” I nod. “Bye, hone,” I
say. “Bye, baby girl,” he says and he winks before he hangs up. I pick my
pencil back up and I start to work on my homework. I have three projects to
finish and I hate all of them!
I can feel the sun on my skin and the fresh air that smells a
bit like woods. Well, I’m in the woods.
With Theo. We are picnicking. “I missed this,” Theo says. “I know. But school
isn’t really working along,” I say. “Neither is the pack. They are children,”
he says and I chuckle. “But no talking about school or anything boring. This
afternoon is just for us.” He gives me a plate with some fruit. “You really put
time in this,” I say amazed. “Why so surprised?” he asks. “Most guys don’t put
so much effort in… fruit,” I say. “But it’s for someone special,” he says and
he gives me a kiss. He walks away and I have no idea if I should follow him or
not. I choose not to because I trust him. I take a bit of my fruit and it’s delicious.
Suddenly I feel hands over my eyes. “Please Theo and not a rapist,” I joke.
“Very funny, y/n,” he says. “Hold your eyes closed.” I nod and I feel his hands
go away. “Alright, open your eyes,” he says after a while. I open my eyes and I
look around. Theo put a lot of flowers around me. I stand up and I look better.
The flowers make a heart with an arrow through it. In the one half from the
heart is standing ‘TR’ and in the other one ‘y/I’ (your initials). “Oh my gosh!
It is so beautiful!” I say and I throw my arms around Theo’s neck. “I’m glad
you love it,” he says. “I love you,” I say. “I love you too, babe,” he says and
he kisses me.
open my eyes and I look up. It is dark in my room. I’m sitting on my chair and
I fell asleep on my books. This was all just a dream. It was beautiful… So…
Perfect. And it is all fake. I walk to my bed and I lie down. I just want it to
be true so badly. I haven’t seen Theo in so long. And facetiming doesn’t count.
I haven’t kissed him in forever! I miss him. I miss my Theo. With those
thoughts I fall asleep again. But this time with tears in my eyes.
feel the sun on my eyes and I open them. I look at my phone and it is ten
o’clock. I walk to the bathroom and I take a shower. When I’m done I put some
clothes on and I start to clean my room. It is Saturday so I don’t have to go
to school but I do have to finish everything from school. Sometimes it’s just
getting too much. Not some times. All the times. I hate school. I walk
downstairs and I walk to the kitchen. My parents are already to work. I am
working this hard for school so I can go to Harvard. Just like my parents did.
But it is too much for me! I grab some food and I make my breakfast. Just
before I take a bite Liam, Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Malia and Kira run into my
house. “Ever heard of knocking?” I ask. “Y/n, are you alright?” Lydia asks
while she gives me a hug. “I am but are you?” I ask. “Sweetie, you don’t have
to act strong,” Kira says. “I am really confused,” I say. “I know. We all are,”
Kira says and she gives me a hug too. “Nope, still confused,” I say. “I don’t
think she knows,” Liam says. “Liam, don’t be so dumb! When a guy dumps you I
think you probably know it,” Malia says. “Wait… What?” I ask. “Malia! Don’t be
so rude!” Lydia says. “Who broke up with me… Err… I mean… What happened?” I
ask. “Theo broke up with you,” Kira says. “I am pretty sure we didn’t broke
up,” I say. “I think she is in denial,” Stiles says. “No, I am not,” I say.
“Well, Liam yesterday walked in on Tracy and Theo making out so we assumed you
guys split up,” Malia says. “Excuse me?” I ask. “Malia! Stop saying things so
not sensitive! You hurt people with that!” Lydia says. “I’m sorry to spoil this
but I have a breakfast to eat,” I say and I eat my breakfast. “She is in
denial,” Stiles says. “I don’t know anything about him breaking up with me and
I don’t think he would ever cheat on me,” I say. “And to prove you wrong I pass
by this morning and I ask him about it, okay?” Lydia nods. “And we will be
there for you when you find out that…” “Malia!” Lydia yells. “But we will be
there for you,” Kira says. I grab my keys and I start my car. I drive away and
I can hear the others drive behind me. I drive to Theo’s house and I stop the
car. I grab his key that he gave me. He didn’t want me to wait for the door
every time. “Alright, you guys wait here and do whatever the hell you want to
do,” I say. I open the door and I walk into the house. His house is a mess! I
walk upstairs and I open his door. I see Theo with his back against the wall
kissing Tracy in her neck. He wears no shirt but he does wear his jeans. Tracy
only wears his shirt and her panties. It is like someone put a knife in my
heart. That person pulled it out and put it immediately back in until the
person thought it became boring and he tried to stab me somewhere else. I can
feel the tears start to run over my cheeks. He opens his eyes and he sees me.
He stops kissing Tracy and I turn around. I run downstairs and Lydia
immediately pulls me in her arms. She pulls me to the car but I can hear Theo
yell my name. “Y/N! Y/N, PLEASE!” Scott and Liam jumps between me and Theo and
they start to growl. Lydia puts me in the back and Kira sits next to me. Malia
takes the passenger seat. She pulls me into a hug and Lydia takes my keys out
of my hands. Theo pushes Liam against Scott and he runs to my car. “Y/N! PLEASE
LISTEN!” he yells and he slams his fist onto the glass. Not hard because it
would break. Lydia ignores him and she drives away. I can see in the mirror
that Stiles, Scott and Liam are getting in Stiles’ jeep and they drive behind
us. Kira is still hugging me but I really don’t mind it this time. I actually
need it now. Lydia drives us back to my house and when we are there she stops
the car. She opens my door and she pulls me out of the car. We walk back inside
my house and she puts me on the couch. Lydia and Kira both start to hug me.
“I’m so sorry,” Lydia says. “Lydia, you didn’t cheat on me,” I say. “But before
you start to think something. This is not your fault. He is the ass here,” Kira
says. “You don’t need to worry. I wasn’t planning on thinking that. I just
should’ve listened when Stiles told me he was an ass,” I say. “You are blaming
yourself,” Kira says. “Sorry,” I say. Scott, Stiles and Liam walk in and Malia
comes with the drinks. “Are you alright?” Scott asks. “You really have to ask
that?” I ask. “You are right,” Scott says. “How could I be so…” “You are
blaming yourself again!” Kira says. “Sorry,” I say again. I feel that the tears
have stopped with running over my face. “I don’t want to cry,” I say and I wipe
the tears away that were on my face. “Crying isn’t bad,” Malia says. “No, I
don’t want to cry about an ass,” I say. It hurts me just so badly! He cheated
on me! He lied to me! And I thought everything was going fine. I was just so
naive. Maybe I could’ve just seen this one coming but I was just so dumb or I
didn’t want to see it. I can feel the tears on my cheeks again. I wipe them
away but they just start to roll from my eye to my cheek again. I want to wipe
them away again but Kira takes my hand. “How could I be so stupid?” I ask.
“Have I missed something?” “He is just an huge asshole and you wanted to see
the good in him. Like you do with everyone. But in some people there is just no
good,” Scott says. I nod. “I just want to forget him,” I say. “Well, we can do
all the things you just couldn’t do with him?” Lydia says. “That is such a
cliché!” I say. “I know,” Lydia says.
haven’t talked to Theo since he cheated and I am so not planning to do it! It
has been a week since he cheated and I still hate him. I have talked with my
parents and I don’t have to do all that schoolwork anymore. I still have to do
some schoolwork but not all of it. I just needed a break from everything. I
have a lot of girl time with Lydia, Malia and Kira and it really helps.
Sometimes I’m also doing things with the guys and it is really fun. I really
missed them. I walk downstairs and my breakfast is already standing on the
table. “I have to go to work early,” my mom says. “Lydia will get here soon. We
are going to shop. Again,” I say. “Good,” my mom says and she leaves. I start
to eat my breakfast and when I’m done I clean everything. It is Saturday again
and I am really not up to shopping but it is better than sitting here and
thinking about Theo. I hear the doorbell ring and I open the door. “You!” I say
when I see Theo. I can feel the terrible feeling again. He pushes me aside and
he walks into my house. “Get out,” I say but he ignores it and he walks to the
living room. “You can’t just walk into my house!” I say and I follow him. “I’m
just so sorry and you won’t talk to me or even com near me so I had to go to
your house,” he says. “Well, I don’t want you here,” I say. “I know you hate me
but…” “No, there is no but! You cheated on me! You are an ass and I don’t want
anything to do with you anymore!” I say. “Y/n, you have to listen to me!” he
grabs my hands and I try to pull them back but he is too strong. “I love you. I
know I shouldn’t have cheated on you but I just needed you and you weren’t
there but she was,” he says. “It is not a good excuse,” I say. “I love you! I
promise you I would never do that again!” he says. “Theo, you hurt me! A lot!
And you still do!” I say. “But I love you and I would never do it again!” he
says. “You know, you are so good! Even when I know you are lying I still almost
believe you,” I say and I can feel the tears start to come into my eyes. “We
are done! I want my stuff back,” I say. I grab the key to his house and I put
it in his hands. “I want you out! As in now!”
I say. He looks very sad at me and he walks away.