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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years ago

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Six: Will You Be Mine?

Summary- 8.7k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You ask if Curtis would like to do one of your favorite things- go pick out some pumpkins to start really embracing the Halloween season. Curtis and You get to enjoy being in one another's company which helps Curtis realize that he himself is ready for taking the next step in this relationship.

Warnings- Reader having personal internal debates about herself. Sexual activities. This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- Well there is no hiding that Curtis and Reader are going to be intimate in this chapter and frankly I'm excited for them to have reached this far in their growing relationship. It's been a journey already writing for these two. Thank you so much to everyone reading, commenting, and reblogging. Just reading your thoughts gives me so much joy, especially when someone just finds something they relate to. Thank you so much @what-is-your-plan-today for editing my work and dropping your thoughts before posting. Moodboard at the end was made by @xxindiglow. (Which I love so much, thank you!) Dividers made by @firefly-graphics.

Chapter Five / Masterlist

“Okay scarf, check. Jacket. Mhm. Papers…” Doing a mental checklist at your desk while gathering your stuff, Claude popped in your classroom with a loud sigh of relief.

“Listen, TGIF, am I right?!” She perched on one of the students desks while you grabbed your kids' latest homework assignments and put them in your bag. “What are your big plans this weekend?”

You closed your bag and took one last scan to make sure you had everything. “Well Curtis and I are going out Saturday for the day, so tonight I’m just at home with netflix and grading papers. What about you?”

Claude gave a smirk and wiggled her brows. “How about Y/N, you come out with us tonight and Sunday you can grade those? Please? It’s been much too long.” She pleaded with a flutter of her lashes and clasped her hands together like in a prayer. “It sounds like Curtis isn't stealing you away tonight.”

“No, he is doing a dart tournament tonight, his friend signed him up without knowing about it.” You chuckled as you shouldered your bag, considering Claude's offer. “Sure, just text me where you want to meet up.”

“Sounds like a girls' night to me.” Claude got up to follow you out. This time you were sure you would have a way to properly get yourself home. Last time you had gotten lucky that Curtis happened to be at the bar that night, but you didn’t want to be unprepared again.

Curtis bustled into Paulie’s with a muttered ‘Hey’ to his old friend at the bar. Edgar saw him from across the room and waved him over. Paul immediately handed a cold beer over to Curtis with a tip of his head towards the darts.

“Kid has been yammering for the past hour about this.”

Curtis chose this moment to take a long drink, get himself started on that buzz he was probably gonna need for this sudden tournament Edgar signed him up for. “Keep these coming Paul.” He motioned to his beer before approaching his friends. Curtis eyed the other team, who were indeed wearing matching shirts. A glance at Edgar showed he had not gone that far yet, but it was only a matter of time until he made some.

“Are you ready Buddy?” Edgar said excitedly as he gathered the three of them around a small table. “We are going to kick ass.”

Grey, in an effort to reel Edgar back in, responded with a gentle reminder. “In a good sportsman-like way.”

“Yeah of course. But… I got some money on this, so we gotta give it our best shot.” Edgar shot a look at the group they were going up against. Curtis shrugged out of his coat and pulled off his beanie to hang them off the back of a chair.

“Do I even wanna know how much you put on this game?” Grey questioned.

“Or who you even got to bet with you?” Curtis countered while Edgar pulled out a box and popped it open to find a brand new set of darts.

“A little incentive present to do your best, because we are the best. And Paul is taking bets if you guys wanna place some. Good chance to earn a few extra bucks.”

Curtis gave it some thought, they were pretty good at this game. “I could use some extra cash.” He left the table to wander over to Paul, pulling out his wallet and handing him some bills. The barkeeper promptly tucked it away and marked the total in a notebook he had on him.

“If you guys win, you are looking to make a good profit.”

“That's the plan.” Curtis slipped his wallet away and Paul leaned against the bar having a lull moment.

“You know, we have a big back yard behind this bar. This summer I’m thinking of doing an axe throwing stand if there is enough interest. You look like someone who can chuck an axe.”

“I don't know, never tried, but I would be willing.” Curtis gave a nod, Paulie grinned wide with enthusiasm.

“Good! Spread the word, I want this to be the summer hangout this year. With you guys willing to play in competition, I already have the darts on lockdown in downtown.”

Curtis flashed him a thumbs up while pulling away from the bar, digging out his phone on his way back to the table to see Honey highlighted.

Kick ass and take names tonight.

He paused at the table, sitting on one of the high stools while typing out. You sound like Edgar now.

Edgar and I could be on a team then. We would win it for ya 💪

Hmm, that's an idea. You all do the work, I can reap the benefits. I did put money on this game.

See, more incentive to win then.

Edgar came over, pushing the brand new darts towards Curtis. “You ready?”

“Sure, give me a second. Just texting my girl.”

Edgar got a sly grin hearing Curtis. “Oooh, now it's ‘my girl’. Wait till I tell Tanya.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Curtis muttered while finishing up. See you in the morning, be safe out tonight. Need anything give me a call.

I should be fine, I was sure to have my own car this time and not get stranded like last time… although it seemed to work out pretty good for me. Got myself a dart throwing, truck driving, steady job boyfriend…

Curtis laughed reading your message. No complaints here Honey. How else was I gonna get me a Pretty Girl on my arm, all respectable and shit being a teacher? Have fun. Putting his phone away, he grabbed the darts. “Are we playing or what?”

Saturday morning had you up excitedly, thankful for not suffering a hangover that you were sure Claude would be nursing. This time she stuck around with you for the night although she got rather drunk and kept promising she wasn’t leaving you again. During that rant, you assured her that it was okay, and last time you were perfectly fine. You were able to get her back home all in one piece and inside to bed. Before leaving, you raided her medicine shelf in the bathroom for aspirin and a tall glass of water to leave on her nightstand. You had yet to get a text from her, not really expecting one for a few hours still.

But for you, you had plans that a hangover would have ruined. Curtis had been sure to inform you that he would be picking you up in the morning as soon as you had told him how you wanted to start properly getting ready for Halloween. While you were dressing, you kept an eye out the window for his truck as well as your phone for a message from him. As soon as he pulled into the apartments’ lot, you grabbed your coat and headed down the stairs, your mood turning giddy.

You exited the apartment complex sporting a scarf around your neck and tying the front of your coat closed. You looked so enthusiastic that Curtis couldn't help but break out in a smile of his own. “Well someone is excited.” He made it around the truck fast enough to pop open the door for you and you pressed a kiss to his bristled cheek, his hand fell on your waist to guide you into the truck so you could settle in the seat.

“I missed out doing this the last couple of years.” You bubbled with excitement, which was infectious as Curtis leaned against your open door, basking in it. “I’m just happy you agreed to go with me.” It had been the right call seeing just how genuinely happy doing this made you, he would have agreed to anything at that moment just to see that smile of yours. “I said I wanted to get pumpkins and you were all for it.”

“Well, there is a first for everything.”

In the middle of buckling in, you twisted in your seat to face him just before he could get the door closed. “You never did all this?” Your brows arched up high, your quizzical look making him hide a laugh, although you could see the way his eyes crinkled in the corners, unable to hide that away.

“Well a first for me in many years, Honey. I did always make sure to have some candy on the porch steps for the kids though.”

Your hand reached out to brush against his cheek, giving a sigh as your palm cupped against his bristled cheek. You put on a sympathetic smile as if he didn’t know what he was getting into with you. “Oh Curtis, well that is about to change.”

Now that made him laugh out loud. “I’m looking forward to it Y/N.”

You had googled the best place to go, which took the two of you out of the city area and a few towns over. The drive was quick, with you both admiring the scenery, the road leading you along the great lakes’ shore line, passing little lakeside camps and docks that you took note of for the future explorations. When you arrived, the GPS took you right through the town’s mainstreet, which you admired the quaint little town with a wistful desire. “I always wanted to live in a little place like this. I don't know, it always just feels like a family kind of place, you know.”

“It’s so much smaller than Duluth.” Curtis admitted as they bypassed what looked like a mom and pop gas station, an old church in the center of town, a town garage with junk cars scattered around it, and lots of homes in various stages. “I wouldn’t mind living in a place like this.” The GPS had the truck turn up some old dirt road outside of the town, requiring them to slow down and really admire the landscape.

You thought about what he said, considering where he was living now. “Would you want to sell your grandparents?”

Curtis was quiet for a moment thinking about your question. “I know the place needs a lot of work and its just outside of the city but no. It was my family home, basically Ella’s. We have all our memories there, I’m not ready to let all that go. Maybe, if I had my own family- wife and kids, I would feel different?” He shrugged a shoulder and then glanced at you with some concern. “God I didn’t freak you out did I?”

Anything but, you found all that sentimental feeling really endearing. “Not at all. I think it’s really nice that you get to live there. As you said, that’s where you grew up, it’s always been your home. One of the few things I still appreciate about going back to New York is that my parents’ house feels like going home.” You admitted and he reached over to take your hand, giving a slight squeeze.

“Was it a big deal for you, coming all the way out here?”

You glanced down at his hand wrapped around yours, it was large, swallowing yours. Callouses were rough against your softer skin, but not in a biting way that made you want to retreat. In the past much softer, but equally strong hands made you pull back all the time. No, you wanted to feel his touch trail against your sensitive parts, making you chase after him with a plea for more. The flutters in your chest made you feel light and airy in the moment. You've had held his hand plenty of times now, but it still made you feel excitement and overall safe. “Yeah, it was. I had never moved this far before. But it was time, I was just kind of drifting in life at that point having just split up and when I was offered the teaching job at Mason’s I took it.” You tilted your head back against the seat, thinking about that time, hard to think of it as less than a year ago now, but it felt like a lifetime. “Jade was so proud of me, been telling me I needed to leave. Kept offering me to come live with her and her boyfriend, Frank, in Florida but they didn’t need me imposing on them.”

Curtis offered another glance at you, a crease in his brow with concern. “Don’t get me wrong Honey, I’m glad you came this way. But how would you be imposing?”

You fought the urge to wipe away that worried line in his brow. His focus going back to manoeuvring the truck along the dirt road. “Jade likes to play mother hen. She feels the need to fix things. It can be overbearing at times.”

“Ahh, okay I get that. Ella feels sometimes she can run my life better than I can. Before meeting you, she was always trying to set me up on dates.”

You smirked in response. “Well good thing I came around then, that just sounds… so awful for you.”

Curtis rolled his eyes, huffing at your cheeky answer. “It was when she basically threatened to put me on a dating app after the last few failed dates she set me up on.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Don’t get me wrong Honey, all the ladies were lovely people. It just wasn’t something I wanted.”

You let that sink in, just as you had suspected, Curtis had no problem finding himself dates. Apparently Ella had basically been setting him up with perfectly nice eligible women. But he bypassed all of them. Until he met you.

He chose you.

The GPS on your phone chimed, making you glance down at it and breaking you out of your thoughts, an excited grin breaking out. “It should be-” You glanced around out the windshield trying to catch some sight of this farm you had seen online. “-around this corner.” You said as he bypassed a barn and sure enough once you turned the corner, there was a stand all set up with fields of orange, white and green pumpkins stretching around it. At the stand it appeared to be loaded with baked goods, jars of canned goods and a hot drink station. You shut off the GPS system to keep it from announcing that you had arrived at your destination.

You had that same expression on your face of pure joy as before. Earlier in the week you said that this is where your “dorkiness” is going to be bad, but Curtis wouldn't have changed a thing about how happy you were. For him it was another part of you he got to enjoy. “So how many pumpkins are we bringing back with us?” Curtis asked you as you two left the truck and started to wander into the field.

“Mmmh, I want at least three. One for my apartment, I'm carving one for your porch because you have the most perfect porch to decorate and it's a shame to let it go to waste.” You weaved your fingers with his and he shook his head at you.

“What am I gonna do with a pumpkin?” he gave your hand a slight squeeze in return.

“You light it up Curtis. It looks nice, Halloween- like.” You paused to check out one particularly orange one. “Then I want a small one for my desk at school.”

“You really do love all this.” He observed, which had you nodding while leaning over to half roll one over, looking it over. To him it looked perfect, which seemed to have no interest for you.

“Absolutely, its my favorite time of year.” Bypassing that one, you two moved onto another. When you rolled it, you deemed it perfectly imperfect with its mishappen body and varying coloring of orange making it look speckled. “I want this one.”

Curtis took out a small blade from a pouch on his belt and flicked it open to cut the stem, gathering it up in his arm to carry back to the front. You kept looking around, picking out a few more of varying sizes. The longer you stayed, the more people came with their families. While you were wandering the field, Curtis having brought a couple more to the front with your first choice, you started helping others pick out the perfect ones for them as well.

Curtis got to see you just enjoying yourself without any inhibitions. You started helping some kids pick some out and talking animatedly with the parents. You seemed to notice Curtis was no longer at your side and paused halfway through the field, turning to look over your shoulder to see where he was, and as soon as you saw him, you smiled. Just for him.

When your eyes locked onto his, it was just like he was once more seeing you get off that bus, a warm energy that made him crave to bask in your presence, wanted to spend all his time wrapped up in you.

So that's exactly what he went to do.

You two finished with a final stop at the stand. Curtis stood behind you with his arms wrapped around you while you chose a few things to bring home as well as the pumpkins you chose- bags of frosted sugar cookies in the shapes of autumn leaves and pumpkins, fresh cider donuts and a couple jars of jam and apple butter. You also got to go cups to make yourselves something hot to drink before heading back home.

Settling with making both of you coffee while Curtis loaded up the back of the truck with the pumpkins you chose, he even relented and got a few extra so you could decorate his porch how you wanted, you two started for home once more. Curtis was grateful for the hot coffee and on the ride home you shared a donut with him, offering him sugared bites from your fingers that he was sure to suck the sugar off your fingertips a time or two, teasing the sugar off your fingertips with the tip of his tongue.

Opting to stop at Paulie’s before going back to your apartment to unwind, you two were able to get seats at the bar where Paul was sure to wave at the two of them, signalling Curtis to come around. “Come make yourself useful Everett.”

“I'm here on a date?” Curtis countered as he yanked off his jacket. “You don't even pay me to do this.”

“I give you plenty of free beers. My help comes in twenty minutes. Just cut me some slack. Y/N doesn't care, do ya?” Paul asked with a desperate note in his tone, like having Curtis on the other side of the bar would save him.

You gave a shake of your head and Curtis glared at you, making you grin at him and nudge him. “Go get me a beer stud.”

“Right away Ma’am.” He huffed and playfully squeezed at your hip before making his way around to the other side of the bar. “What can I get ya?”

“Hmmm, anything you recommend.” You gathered his coat and hat off his old seat and pulled them across your lap to free up the bar since it was getting busier. Curtis turned around to glance at the shelf of stuff Paul had on hand. Picking up a bottle of Jack Daniels, he poured you both a shot. “That’s certainly not a beer Curtis. You trying to get me drunk?” You grabbed yours and held it up, clinking it with his and tipped it back all to once that left you licking your lips afterward, your face scrunching just a bit from the burn.

Curtis saw you take that challenge without any hesitation and damn it was hot how you tilted your head back to shoot the liquor between your sweet tempting lips. He didn't take his eyes off you the whole time he took his own. “Better then beer Honey, hits just right.” He winked while he set the bottle near you. “Keep the bottle, Paul said it was on the house.”

“Not the whole bottle Curtis!” Paul shouted from across the bar and you poured yourself another, not nearly as full but enough to burn still in the best way while it was going down. Curtis winked at you as he moved away, starting to take drink orders.

This was the first time you saw him behind the bar. He had a knack for it, pulling out bottles and unscrewing the tops to flick them into a bucket nearby. Curtis easily chatted with customers, and you started to see him yet another side of him. These were regulars you assumed, he knew their names, asking about theirspouses, how the kids were doing or how work was going for them. Often his eyes would dart from where he was making drinks to check in that you were all okay amongst all that was going on,

You thoughts wandered to how you once thought his eyes were icy blue when you first met? You were so wrong. They were vibrant and made your heart skip a beat whenever he made eye contact.

Not for the first time you were getting turned on just watching him. The longer you did the more you wanted to bring him home and explore what was under that black tee shirt he was wearing and run your hands on his bare chest and feel him fuck you right into your mattress. Or couch, whichever you two ended up making it to first. The thought alone made you squeeze your thighs together as your panties started to stick to you, selfishly wishing for yourself that maybe tonight was the night you both would be ready.

Curtis wandered back down to where you were squirming in your seat, moving to lean on his elbows and hover closer to you. His eyes had a playful look to them, the corner of his mouth uplifted looking at you. “Can’t believe you are all alone down here. Let this lonely fellow buy you a drink?”

You leaned forward, whispering in a conspiracy. “My date will be back any second. He is six’ four and intimidating as hell. You better watch yourself mister.”

Curtis huffed, his chest puffing out slightly. “I can take him, his punk ass aint got nothing on me.”

You let your eyes rake over him suggestively, warmth shooting straight to your core. “You're really confident and that is sexy as fuck. I will let you buy me a drink.”

He didn't know if it was the couple shots of Jacks you took or something else, but the suggestive tug of your bottom lip between your teeth and the sultry glances you have been giving had him on edge. But it was just the start on top of so many other things that made Curtis want more with you. In the time he had known you, you’d become part of his happiness and he wanted to explore what that could mean for him and for you as well. He had seen glimmers of sadness from you in passing, when you seemed to recall something from before and it struck him in a way no one else had ever done so. Overall, he wanted to be the one to replace those memories with better ones. Ones with him.

So he was ready he decided to see where the next step in this relationship would take the two of you. As he picked out a beer for you and you brushed your hands against his, your sweet lips wrapping around that bottle, well a man can only handle so damn much. “Once you finish that, wanna head out?”

You enthusiastically nodded and tilted your head back, the beer going down a lot quicker. “Fuck.” Curtis muttered to himself in awe at the way you were downing that bottle. He looked over at Paul. “A'ight headed out.”

Paul gave him a thumbs up and then Curtis came out from behind the bar and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you beside him. “Wait, wait…” You juggled his coat in your arms and twisted back to your seat, grabbing the bottle of Jack. “Thanks Paul!” You shouted out, waving the mostly full bottle for him to see.

“Hey! I told you guys can’t have the whole bottle!”

“Consider it my payment Paul.” Curtis held the door open and you ducked out with your prize, laughing.

Back at your apartment doorway, Curtis had you pinned against it, hands to your hips, his body flush against yours as he kissed you feverishly, tilting his head to nip at your jaw and you giggled out at the sensation. The door was nice, but tonight you wanted more. And hoped Curtis would too.

“Curtis, wait…” You whimpered out as he was working a particular sensitive spot near your ear that was making you rub against him. Your hand cupped the back of his head as he lifted away from you, pupils blown almost black in his own arousal. “Do you want to stay the night?” Your eyes searched his, hoping for that yes and fearful of the rejection you always were half expecting, even when you knew better that voice still taunted you.

He will never want you Y/N.

Curtis knew his answer, known it basically all damn day he has been with you. He let his hands travel up your body and cup your face, kissing you once more, leaving you breathless. “Yes, I'm not ready for today to end Honey.”

Your hand fell along the door behind you and with a twist of the doorknob, you both fell into your apartment, the door slamming heavily behind the two of you.

Once inside Curtis pulled you in close, backing you into the nearest wall as his mouth went back to flushing kisses up your neck, your jawline to the corner of your mouth. “Bedroom?” He asked and you nodded, pulling on his t shirt that you admired so much earlier to pull it off over his head. You had been daydreaming about his big broad chest since you met in the freight yard, wanting nothing more than to rub your hands against him and explore him. That night at his place when you got to see him in his tank, you caught a glimpse of what was underneath, muscled pecs, a dark scattering of hair leading to his belly when his shirt was ridden up, some tattoos that you desperately want to explore.

What you weren't expecting was how intricate some of these tattoos covering his chest were as you dropped the offending tee on the floor of your living room. Your eyes went wide as you pulled back to see how far down he went with that ink, your hands spanning over his chest, giving a small breathy ‘Oh.’ Intricate designs scattered across him, some of them forming symbols that you had seen in his books that he read. Your fingers splayed over them, sliding up to where his medallion rested against the center of his chest. The chain was long, your fingers curling in the metal as you look up at him wide eyed.

“You like?” He arched a brow curiously, his hands settling on your hips, fingers flexing against your curves like they were all that was keeping him in check right now.

“Very Curtis, I plan on exploring them very thoroughly. Later.” You gave a tug on that chain, dragging him back to you and your tongue licking into his mouth. Curtis groaned into it, shifting his hands to clasp your ass and further down to the back of your thighs. It completely caught you by surprise when he lifted you, your legs being pulled around his waist and you were sure your thick thighs were crushing his slim waist. “Curtis!” He smirked as he pulled you off the wall and you clung to him. “You can’t just carry me!”

“I can, and I will, easily.” He went into your bedroom and lowered you to your bed, crawling over the top of you and continuing once again where he left off with you. Nipping at your neck while pulling your top up and over your head to drop beside the bed, your hands went to his belt to start to unbuckle it. “I don’t wanna be hearing I can’t carry around my girl when I want to.”

Your hands worked his belt and button open before grabbing at the waist of his jeans to push them down, digging your nails into his taunt ass and pressing down to grind him against you. “What did you just call me?”

His fingers skated down your sides almost teasingly while he dragged his beard against your collarbone, the soft moments his lips touched your skin a soothing balm against the burn he left behind. The coolness of his chain dragging against your made you shiver with the anticipation. Curtis spread loving kisses across the tops of your breasts spilling out the top of your bra, fingers dipping into the band of the pants you were wearing. “My girl.” He lifted his head to look at you. Blue eyes imploring.

My girl, did you want to be his? His hands felt like he was worshiping you, his mouth exploring the taste of your skin, trying to draw out your moans as his own personal hymn. There was a hopeful look in his eyes, that your next answer could make him a blessed man. Curtis made it so fucking easy to want to be his and it was something you actually desperately wanted. So saying yes…

Well that would be easy.

“I want to be that Curtis.”

He broke in a grin, his whole face lightening up as he surged forward to catch a kiss. You arched up to reach him while his hand dipped against your back and a twist of his fingers had the clasp of your bra releasing. Pulling away from you, he sat back on his heels. Curtis hooked a finger under your bra straps to pull them down, letting your bra fall away. “You're so beautiful Honey.”

You scrunch your nose up at him, heated doubt tickling in the back of your mind, and making you twist your mouth. Although your bedroom was dark, he was able to see you enough still and that made you nervous of exactly how much he really was able to see of you. Your hands suddenly didn't know where to go, or what to do. You suddenly wished your bra was still there, covering you in a way that made you pleasing to look at. Your body was being exposed layer by layer and you didn’t quite have a place to hide your imperfections anymore. Your rolls would show, the flab on your arms would jiggle when you lifted them to reach for Curtis, your thighs cellulite would dimple in a way that you dreaded Curtis even noticing, your breasts not having support wouldn’t stay the perfect round shape that the bras support could give, how your stomach drooped lower then it should. Why did you agree to this? Especially with Curtis looking like a god above you. Even in his small imperfections he looked like some kind of rugged model while you couldn’t even offer him sexy imperfections.

You were soft everywhere and your body carried the scars littering across your skin in stretch marks.

Weakly you covered yourself, shaking your head a bit. You weren’t beautiful, you just weren't and he was going to look at you and see that truth any second now.

Curtis witnessed the way his words just struck you, a whiplash of some kind. He reached for your wrists, circling his fingers around to tug gently. “Y/N, look at me.” He shifted upwards a bit, pressing your hands back to his chest, his arm holding him up while hovering over you. “You are up in your head right now, I need you here with me.”

Imploring eyes made you look at him and you took a breath to help shut the thoughts up. You were so tense under him that when you relaxed, you sunk a little further into the mattress. Your hands started exploring him again, brushing through the thick mat of dark hair sprinkled on his chest to twirl a finger around a pink nipple. Glided over a softer belly that had a line of dark hair leading down into his now loosened pants. “I’m with you Curtis.” You said loud enough for the both of you, an assurance for both of you perhaps.

The ghosting of your fingers was a blessed tease to say the least, but Curtis held himself in check as you loosened back up, just as he thought, you had started thinking too much about unsaid fears when all he wanted was for you to touch him, to start taking what you wanted and not concern yourself with what he was thinking. Your thumb pressed against the lines cutting against his pelvis, leading down till your fingers curled over the bulge at the front of his pants. “Fuck Honey, see what you do to me? Drive a man crazy.”

You squeezed him, all wide eyed wonders gazing up at him as he groaned with a dip of his head back to you to tease your lips all while rocking his hips enough to press his hard on against you. “No one’s ever told me that before.”

“Well I'm never gonna shut up about it.” A hand curved around your hip and slid up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing his palm against you as he pressed his mouth open to the top of it, sucking on the supple flesh, press of teeth leaving a bit of a mark and then a soothing caress of tongue, you let your head fall back with closed eyes to let the feeling of him over take you.

He glanced up from where he had his mouth lay claim to your nipple, quick flicks soon had you hard and sensitive, clutching at his shoulders while your back arched to give him more of you, which fed his greediness. He didn't just want more, he wanted all. A rush of kisses across heated skin left you shivering when the air chilled your now thoroughly loved breasts. Between his hands and his mouth, you never felt so consumed by a man. “I could just love on you all fucking day.” He growled as he pulled back further, his chin dragging down the center of your body, even as his hand still massaged against your breast, rubbing your pebbled nipple to escape between his fingers till he dragged a massive palm back over them, making you whine. “You fit in my hands so good Y/N.”

Here was where you were grateful for the darkness in the room, as much as you would love to see how blown his vibrant expressive eyes were or the swollen bottom lip peeking from the dark beard covering half his face, you weren’t ready to sacrifice him being able to view you to closely. Maybe he wouldn’t notice the stretch marks covering your belly, the overhang of your lower belly or the pudge of your mound that you always felt was unattractive. In the dark of your bedroom you might be able to hide this from to close inspection.

A touch to your hip, a slight squeeze that dragged you out of your thoughts. Causing you to lift your head, you could see enough of Curtis to tell that he was close to you, listening to the catch in your breaths. His fingers curved into the band of your pants and panties to start easing them down, his breaths hot as he got closer to your more intimate areas. “Curtis…” Your voice hitched with uncertainty while he eased your pants off, first one leg, then the other. He pressed his touch in your softer inner thighs, seeming to appreciate the plushness and heat that was there, the way he had to press against them to spread them apart as they quivered in anticipation. You felt your pussy ache, a wet rush making you practically drip your essence because of this man.

He kissed the fleshy part of your hip, humming in question to you. “Do you want me to stop?” He was willing to, if you were not okay with this. But Curtis ached for you, wanted to feel every inch of you in his hold. Curtis was patient, and he kept his touch away from your core till you told him that you were ready.

“No, I'm just… god I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm like this.” You stammered out. Your hands going to the back of his head and scratching lightly at his scalp.

Curtis wasn't upset by any means, it was understandable to be nervous for your first time together and he lifted himself enough so you could meet his eyes. “Deep breath Honey and you tell me what you like as I do it.” Gripping your chin, he pulled you up enough to kiss you, his tongue stroking yours till you melted into him, going breathless.

“I liked that.” You teased him which made him give a chuckle while he moved to a stand and reaching in his pocket pulled out a couple condoms to place nearby on the bed.

“In case we need them. And that is good to know you like to be kissed. I have to say it makes me feel fucking mindless wanting you when you kiss me.” He shucked his pants down, along with his boxers. You wished you could see his erection, having felt how thick he was through his sweats when you two grinded together on his couch. You could see enough to tell that it was curling up towards his belly as he stroked it a couple of times, settling back on the bed and moving back over you. You let your thighs spread for him to settle in close to you, his thumb now stroking that soft pudgy spot of your mound, dragging the pad of his thumb down to your slit.

Here you gasped, tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth when his fingers found that spot. That bundle of nerves that make your toes curl and your core ache with need. Your slick pooling just for his calloused touch. His thick fingers felt so much better than yours just stroking you. “Keep talkin’ to me Honey.” A voice rumbled against your belly, once more the drag of his beard set you alight.

“Right there Curtis, I need-” Now that you were slick, aching for more, he let a finger press against your opening, pulling him in with a tight clamp. Velvet walls kept tightening around him. You didn’t expect him to be like this, make you this aching for him but here you were squirming on the bed, trying to keep a straight line of thought.

Curtis knew what you needed, driving the words right from your mind as he stretched you, adding another to stroke your velvet walls. “- Oh you are so thick.” You moaned out, grabbing onto his biceps to keep yourself grounded while you started squirming underneath him, building up to your crashing moment.

The cold of his chain bounced off your thighs, deep praises falling from him. “Just like that Sweet Girl, fuck look at you just opening for me.” Fingers buried deep in you started spreading you, scissoring in and out. He wanted to taste, drive his tongue through you but when he bit lightly on your mound, preparing to press his mouth to you, you tensed, your voice going in that panicked choked squeak.

“No wait…” You tugged on his arms till he rose back up, tilting his head in question. “Um- I can’t-” You panted and Curtis slowed his touch, letting the aching sensations dull in your belly.

“We don’t have to do that Y/N.” He assured you. You moved to your elbows and grabbed a condom to peel it open.

“Can we do this instead?” You offered and Curtis sucked his fingers clean once he left your clenching core, making you hear him clearly as he sucked your essence right off his fingers. You couldn't recall ever hearing anything hotter in your life as his drenched fingers slipped into his mouth and he gave a deep hungry sounding groan at the taste of your slick. Another rush escaped you at that moment.

“Fuck, I’m all for that.” He said as you pulled yourself up a bit more to slide the condom on him. He was built, more than you were expecting, but yet you shouldn't be too surprised- this man did just lift you up and carry you, something you were still trying to wrap your mind around.

Right now it was about watching what little you could see of Curtis’s reaction to your touch, the sweep of your hand up and down his shaft, the sudden way he tensed right before your eyes and then rocked into you for the friction your palm made. His hand closed around yours, showing you how he liked to be squeezed around slightly, easing your thumb to circle around his red thick tip and tightening his hold when the thick vein throbbed under your fingers. “Honey, you gotta get that condom on me, I need to be inside of you.” His tone was deep and edging on desperate now. Just maybe you had similar effects on him that he had on you. “I promise you can explore all you want, however you want later.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” You squeaked, having been distracted momentarily in your exploring, Curtis just felt so good in your hands. You pinched the tip of the condom and started to roll and stretch the rubber around him before laying back. He dropped himself over you, reaching between the two of you to slide his thick head between your folds, sure to tap against your clit and make you jolt at the excited anticipation racing through you, spreading your legs wider for him. Once more his necklace bounced against your chest, making you grab it and pull him down to meet your mouth, sliding your tongue to meet his while he started to press himself into you, stretching you to fit.

Your legs pulled up and pressed against his side, Curtis could have blown a load just feeling you pull him into you, squeezing so tightly around him that he actually gave a choked grunt against your lips. He shared air with you, panting slightly as he grunted, flexing his ass and pushing in just a little deeper, just a little more as you rolled your eyes up to flutter a bit, your nails tightening in pleasure against his shoulders at how good just the drag of his cock into your slick core felt to you. “Fuck, you are gripping me so good Honey.” He reached for a hand, weaving his fingers with your and pining it back above your head.

You immediately let go of his shoulders and returned the gesture, this time reaching for his hold. “You feel so good. Curtis you gotta move, I need you.”

It was a slow movement at first, Curtis pulling out and easing back in. But each time, you were slick and fit around him like you were made just for him, and he started to move faster, determined to find your sweet spot to hear one of those moans you were holding inside. Sex, well sex always felt good. But this, it was edging on something more than sex, he wasn’t trying to get the two of you to end for the feel good moment that was satisfying.

With you, he wanted you to just feel good and that possessive part of him got to know he was the one that gave it to you, over and over and over. He didn’t even care at this point if he finished.

It was when Curtis angled slightly that he slid himself just right and you cried out his name in just the way he had been looking for. A cry that was just for him, his name sounded sweet and desperate right now. “There you go Sweetheart, fuck- shit you just keep squeezing me like that.” He assured you when a tremble of ecstasy vibrated you. Your fingers clenched at his hand while legs lifted to cross your ankles at the small of his back to push him back into you.

“Good Girl.” He groaned against your neck as he pushed back into you, pumping faster and harder, aiming for just that spot that made you gasp and repeat his name like a manta. “You're perfect for me.” He nudged at you till you twisted your mouth to meet his, shuddering as you kissed him with an air of desperation that pleaded him to shatter you just so he could drag your frayed pieces back together, maybe someone you desired to be.

“Curtis, I need to, please.” You stuttered out and Curtis felt his balls tighten hearing you plead with him to finish you. He let go of one hand, squeezing a breast and tilting his head to suck on your soft suppleness, dragging a hot tongue to send pleasure through your body when he sucked on your nipple, immediately your free hand went to the back of his neck to keep him pressed close. Tingle of anticipation went up Curtis' spine, you were close and he was too now, but you had to come first.

Dropping his hand to where he fucked into you, a finger twisted against your sensitive swollen bud to have you clamping down hard on him, your thighs quivering in a strain and that release flooded you with so much pleasure that you locked around him, biting on his shoulder to muffle yourself, causing a satisfied hiss to escape him.

Chasing his own ending turned sloppy now that you came for him, tendons popped from his neck and his shoulders bunched together as he hunched over you, gathering you in close to him as he crashed into you several times till he shuddered in your arms He pitched forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, gasping out the last air in his lungs to a deep groan that seem to come from the very pit of his stomach. You felt it shudder through you as you were still floating in a daze.

Your hand that was still free from his grasp loosened from the back of his neck to scratch lightly at the back of his head and down to the knots in his shoulder from his release, he was still hunched over you, cocooning you to him like he refused to let there be space between the two of you. Refusing to let you go or push away from him. Not that you wanted to, your relished feeling him press you under him, like he couldn’t bear the thought of you pulling away from him just yet. .

But slowly he loosened with a groan, his weight sinking on you to keep you pinned beneath him. You could hear him catching his breath, heated huffs against the shell of your ear. You valued the feeling of him around you, the intimacy of sharing each other left you unwilling to give it up just yet. Curtis sighed as he let his hold on your hand above your head loosen, shifting it down to wrap around you, hugging you tighter to his chest while he burrowed in against your neck, giving another groan. “I wanted to hold out, but fuck you were just too good to be with.” He admitted as he started to shift.

“You don't have to move Curtis.” A small panic rose in your chest at the loss of contact, uncalled for at the moment but you couldn’t stop. It had him shushing you softly while he pulled out, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead.

“I will be back.” He moved away to peel the rubber off, trying to be as quick as possible so you weren’t left alone for long. You heard running water for a few moments in your bathroom down the hallway before he came back to sit on the edge of the bed. “Is this okay?” He let the warm washcloth brush against your thigh, asking permission before he continued to clean you up.

How in the hell was he possibly real and in your bed?

You spread your thighs open in invitation and he was careful in his touch, whispering a sorry whenever he felt you wince slightly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no not at all Curtis.” You assured him as he finished. Sure you might have been a little sore, but all of it had been quite welcome. Your ex, nor your toys quite had what Curtis had.

It wasn’t long before Curtis joined you back in your bed, flopping to his back and patting his belly. “Co’mere.” You shifted over to his side, assuming he wanted to spoon but soon found that wasn't what he meant. Curtis literally wanted you on him, pulling against the curve of your ass and down to your thigh, he easily maneuverered you to straddle him.

You did your best to hover over him, reluctant to relax on him. “Y/N, relax. I promise it's okay.” He stroked your hips and pulled you down to rest on him, your hands sliding up and down his chest with a light scrape of your nails, marvelling at the sensation of his muscles under you “Just wasn't ready to let you go just yet.” You eased down to lay yourself on his chest, going to trace what you guessed were wings on his chest, thanks to the dim light he had left on in the bathroom. “Thank you Y/N.”

You lifted your head curiously, tilting your head in question. “For what Curtis?”

“For letting me be with you.” A finger traced the side of your face to gently grasp your chin and pull you back up to him to give a kiss to your lips. “I got the feeling it’s not always easy for you to trust like that.”

You smiled at his words and pulled up to a sit in order to inspect some of the tattoos scattered across his chest. “Not always easy, but I like you Curtis, really like you. You made it so…” You stalled, your mouth twisting in how you wanted to say it. How he pulled you from your doubts and worries, how you never had to guess what he was thinking, just from his touch like he couldn't get enough, his eyes that never wavered or looked away from you, and his constant words saying what he was thinking. “Different. Not like anything I’ve ever experienced before. I felt like you kept me with you in the moment.”

You went fiddling with his chain, lifting it up to look at the small medallion hanging off the end of it. “Yeah well when I got a woman like you giving me such a gift…” He gave a sigh and broke in an almost boyish grin. You rolled your eyes at him as he clicked his tongue at you. “I only say what I mean Honey.”

You rolled the pendant in your fingers. “What's the pendant?”

He dropped his chin to look down towards your fingers. “That is a St Joseph medallion. It belonged to my father, passed down from my grandpa. He is the patron saint of workers, expectant mothers, families, engineers and other things.” You were gentle as you let it rest back against his chest, dropping back down further to start placing kisses on his chest, and biting lightly on his nipples, your eyes lifting enough with suggestion. “Fuck Honey, you keep doing that with your mouth.” His hip rocked upwards, feeling him grow hard again as it pressed against your ass. “I'm going to need you again.”

“That's the plan Curtis.” You ran your tongue over a tattoo that rested along the underside of his pec, rubbing yourself against him. Again in a show of strength that had you squealing in surprise, he flipped you to your back so he could kiss you senseless once again, his entire body hard and hot against yours.

“It’s a pretty good plan, Honey.”

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The Road That Was Broken (George Weasley)

Welp, here we go again.

This was originally supposed to be a part two to Draw Down the Moon, but I think it can stand on its' own. First, I got the idea from Inuit by Foxing (from which lyrics are inserted at the beginning and end) but then it turned into Joker and the Queen by Ed Sheeran, so idk man. I just hope it's enjoyed like I've enjoyed writing it.

This is a George x reader (platonic to not quite platonic) with mentions of past Fred x reader, so if you're not into that, here's your warning.

images were found on Pinterest and they are NOT MINE!

Warnings: A big Ol' Fred is dead fic, George hates himself because George likes his dead twin's girl, lots of talk of self-hate (nothing related to suicide or self-harm,) lots of tears, comfort, one talk of marriage, yelled curse words, drinking, a shameless use of the 'there was only one bed' trope, and almost kisses.

Also a HUGE thank you to @moresvuheadcanons since she wrote parts of the ending bc she's the g.o.a.t.

It was bigger than me It was bigger than the sea And I'm not waving I'm drowning

It started on a warm summer night fourteen months after you lost Fred.

Fourteen months after the Battle and you could honestly say you were...okay. Not great by any means, but better than you were before. You no longer had unhealthy dreams of living a life with Fred. Even George seemed to be getting back to his old self. He finally started to smile again and the shop was thriving. The two of you still lit a lonely candle on their birthday for Fred, and sometimes one would still have to comfort the other as they cried, but things were getting better. Your new normal wasn't quite as grim these days.

At least, until you found it. Hidden deep in the dresser you and Fred once shared was a little box covered in smooth black velvet. You had dropped it instantly once you realized what it was, but after you opened it and saw the gleaming silver band inside, you couldn't seem to let go of it. It shocked you how detached you felt, if you would have found this a year ago you would have been an absolute wreck, but finding it now didn't make your chest hurt like you were expecting.

That's what made you most uncomfortable, the fact that you weren't hurting. It meant that you were moving on from Fred, and that terrified you.

Which is what brought you to where you were now; sitting on the living room couch, surrounded by a blanket and holding the box in your hands. You were trying to decide what exactly to do with it; torn between wanting to throw it in an ocean or clutch it in your hands until your dying day when George's voice broke you from your thoughts.

"What're you doing up? It's nearly two in the morning," he grumbled, obviously just having woken up himself.

"I could ask you the same thing, Weasley," you retorted, making room for him to sit next to you.

"Woke up, had to take a leak, saw the lamp on, decided to check it out," he explained lamely, "your turn."

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to pack some more of his things up. I looked around the drawer and found this." You handed him the open box and he forced a chuckle.

"I'm flattered, truly, but this isn't exactly my style," he said.

"I just found it, you git."

George closed the box and handed it back to you, "I'm only surprised it took you this long to find it."

"Wait, you knew?"

"Of course I knew! He told me everything he did." You noted the sadness he tried to hide in his voice, "He bought it a couple weeks before the Battle. He was waiting to give it to you after the war was over."

You didn't know how to feel about that, much less respond, so you stayed quiet until George spoke up again.

"What do you think you'll do with it?"

"I'm really not sure," you opened the box again, taking another look at the ring. "It's weird, I don't feel sad. I mean, I feel a little sad I suppose, but I'm okay. I'm mainly surprised, although I don't know why. Guess I didn't think he was planning that far ahead."

George saw the look in your eyes, the sadness and longing shone in them, and he got an idea. Standing to his feet, he reached a hand out, his palm open. "Take a last look, then give it to me."

Your brows furrowed, but you did as instructed, gazing at the ring once more before closing the box and handing it to George.

"Now close your eyes," he said, and as you did, you heard the shuffling of his feet as he moved around the flat, no doubt hiding the box. The sound grew louder, and soon he asked you to open your eyes and when you did, his palms were empty.

"This way you won't be tempted by it anymore. Now, let's get back to bed, please," he asked.

"I actually think I'm staying on the couch. I kind of don't want to go back there right now." The bedroom you two once shared held too many memories of you and Fred together; while you were able to sleep in the bed most nights, you knew sleep would evade you after your little discovery.

George weighed his options, craving sleep but also not able to leave you alone like this. He briefly considered offering his bed to you, but shut that thought out of his mind as soon as it came. You were still Fred's, and that would be too weird. No matter how close you two were, it wouldn't be right.

So, he grabbed a pillow and an extra blanket from his bed and joined you on the couch. Once he saw your perplexed expression, he let out a laugh, a genuine laugh that even surprised him. "Didn't think I'd leave you all alone, did I?"

He proceeded to flick the lamp off and grab the television remote, nudging your shoulder before asking, "scary movie or kid cartoons?"

Things changed for the two of you after that night, or at least they did for George.

The two of you spent the night on the couch, watching silly cartoons on the telly and drinking coffee until it was time for you both to open the shop. That night was the first time since losing his brother that George truly felt like his old self. He'd begun to feel better; better than he had been since May 2nd. Started smiling more and cracking jokes, not expecting Fred to cut in halfway through a sentence anymore. He started to feel and act more like himself, or as much as he could without his better half next to him.

During the weeks that followed, you and George grew even closer, often waking up at strange hours to watch whatever movie was playing at 3 AM or going to breakfast on Sunday mornings. The two of you had even fallen asleep together on the sofa a few times, not wanting to be alone for the night but being too mentally exhausted to stay awake. In the weeks that followed, George noticed that he thought you were beautiful, which he never really paid attention to before. He noticed that he smiled when you smiled, laughed when you laughed, and felt an ache in his chest when you cried. In the weeks that followed, George had begun to fall for you.

And the more George started to like you, the less he liked himself.

Godric, he was such an arsehole. What kind of bloke falls for his dead twin's girl? The worst kind, that's what kind. He lay in his bed most nights, tormented by the war happening between his head and his heart. Hating himself a little more every time he got butterflies when you smiled at him or whenever he'd stand just a little closer to you at the shop.

It's not like he had planned this. Never in a million years did he think he'd ever have these kinds of feelings for you (but then again, he never thought he'd ever have to live without his brother.) He tried so incredibly hard to push these feelings down, but every time he did, they'd only grow and crash into him again.

And he'd hate himself just a little more.

But, you were still his best friend, roommate, and business partner and he couldn't lose you as well, so he'd keep them buried. The two of you still had a store to run and lives to live. George vowed to keep things normal between you. These stupid feelings he harbored would stay safely locked in his heart until they eventually dissipated.

Because they had to go away eventually. He would not be able to live with himself if they somehow didn’t.

So when he found you in the kitchen one morning, obviously having been up way longer than he had and making breakfast, he decided to do something his younger self would have done. You were playing music through a small speaker on the counter; it must have been muggle since he didn't recognize it, but its funky tune made him want to dance, so he danced. It reminded him of the night of the Yule Ball, the first night you had cried for his brother. It hurt you to see Fred kiss Angelina more than you thought it would, and George hated to see you so upset over it, so he did this outrageous dance to make you forget about what you were seeing. Soon you joined in and your tears dried, and the two of you spent the rest of the night dancing until your feet ached. Merlin only knew why, but he wanted to make you smile like you did that night.

He moved his legs and arms about behind you in the kitchen, the same way he'd done that night, until you sensed his presence and turned to face him.

"Care to dance?" He asked in the most pompous voice he could think of, holding his hand out for you to take.

Instead of making you laugh like he wanted, your face fell the moment the words left his lips. He was about to ask what he'd done when it hit him; a memory filed deep in his brain of walking into the flat and seeing you and Fred dancing barefoot in the kitchen, a glass of wine in hand and enormous smiles on your faces.

George dropped his hand instantly, and muttered an apology before grabbing a piece of toast and turning back to his bedroom.

Yeah, he was a huge fucking arsehole.

You and George were treading dangerous waters and you didn't know what to do about it.

At first you thought it was all in your head. The warmth you felt whenever George's hand brushed yours in the shop, or the lingering smiles he seemed to save only for you. It all had to be your mind playing tricks on you and making something out of nothing. Perhaps it was the fact that you hadn't felt a lover's embrace in well over a year that made your heart flutter around George. Or maybe it was a simple, fucked up case of transference. You spent nearly all of your time with George, and since George looked like Fred, feelings you held for Fred for so long were now making their way over to his twin. It had to be that; something fleeting that would eventually go away forever. You didn't think you'd be able to live with yourself if these feelings were anything real.

The most fucked up thing about this whole situation was that you knew deep in your heart that these feelings were real, though. And you were starting to think George felt the same way.

That's what terrified you the most. If you were right and these thoughts were eating George up as they were you, you knew the guilt would be killing him and make him pull away. And you couldn't lose him, too. So you had decided to keep a safe distance from George. He was your best friend and all you had, but this had to be done. The two of you had gotten a little too comfortable with each other in the recent months, and one of you had to put a stop to it before it got way too out of hand. So you started taking the armchair instead of sharing the couch with him and made sure to keep him at arm's length in the shop. It hurt you more than it should have, and you could tell that it was affecting George too, but you kept telling yourself that it was necessary, and once your inappropriate feelings went away, all would be good again.

There was only one problem with your plan, though. Both you and George ran the shop, and with that title came many long nights doing inventory and mandatory business trips, during which you couldn't really keep your distance from George.

It would have been fine if it wouldn't have been for the stupid hotel messing up your reservation. Your plan was to spend most of your time mingling with other business owners at the conference, spending as much time away from George as you could for the next two days. However when you arrived at the hotel and were informed that you had been reserved for a room with one bed instead of the two you had requested, it became obvious that your plan was not going to work at all.

"How could this have happened?" You asked the poor desk clerk. You knew you must have sounded incredibly rude, but given the circumstances, you couldn't quite help it. "I phoned weeks ago and made this reservation."

"I really am sorry," she responded meekly "I guess whoever took your reservation just...assumed? Unfortunately we are fully booked for the conference, so this is the only room we have."

You shut your eyes and willed yourself to calm down; you were so exhausted from traveling but now so stressed out. You had half a mind to apparate right back to England, but then George put a gentle hand on your shoulder and you instantly felt better. After saying that you'd take the room and accepting the free breakfast voucher they'd offered as a consolation, you and George made your way up to the room.

The two of you had decided that you would take the bed and George would have the couch that was in the room. You had initially felt bad; the bed was quite big and George would inevitably be uncomfortable on the couch, but he had insisted. It soon became apparent that George would get little to no sleep on the little sofa, though, because even after applying a cushioning charm, you could tell that the cushions were unforgiving on his back. He was still your best friend, and you couldn't let him lay on that thing all night.

So much for keeping your distance.

"George, just come and share the bed with me."

Even in the darkness that enveloped the room you could tell George stiffened at your offer. "I'm really fine, don't worry about it."

"You shouldn't lie, it's unbecoming. Now just come on." You persisted. "I don't need you being a grouch tomorrow because you didn't get any sleep."

After taking a beat to think it over, he finally decided to join you, and you shifted in the bed to give him space. Sure, you had to share a bed for a few nights, but it didn't mean anything. You'd still keep your distance, no matter what. You had to, even if it broke your heart.

The next morning you woke before George did, with his hand on your waist and your face mere centimeters from his, almost as if the universe had pulled the two of you towards one another during the night.

You hated to admit it, but it was the best night's sleep you'd had in months.

The second Christmas without Fred was just as awful as the first.

It had started out well enough, with you and George exchanging small gifts with one another. Even with your new habit of not sitting close to him anymore (something he missed more than he would like to admit) the two of you had a pleasant Christmas morning before heading to the Burrow.

Percy had visited for just a few minutes before announcing that he had to leave; still too riddled with guilt to bear to be around his family for any longer. Charlie had stayed in Romania for reasons unknown. It really didn't feel like Christmas at all with half of George's siblings missing.

Even so, it hadn't necessarily been a bad day.

Christmas lunch had gone by without a hitch; the food was delicious as always, and all in attendance were fawning over Fleur and her little baby bump. But after lunch came presents, and that was when hell broke loose.

Harry gave Ginny a beautiful new broomstick for her Harpies tryouts, and Hermione gave Arthur a muggle encyclopedia, which he dove into almost immediately. Bill and Fleur received more baby clothes and toys than they could count, and then it was time for Molly's presents; which was once again going to be hand-knit sweaters if the wrapping was anything to go by. George was fine, everything was fine until his sister-in-law opened her sweater and he saw it; a blue sweater with the letter F stitched proudly on the front.

Fred.

George instantly felt white-hot rage fill him and he spoke out before he could think better of it.

"What the fuck is that?"

"George, watch your mouth," his father quickly reprimanded, but George barely heard it. He was too busy staring at his mother who seemed to have been expecting this response.

"Now, George, Fleur is part of our family and she deserves-"

"I don't give a fuck!" Shouted George. "She shouldn't- it should have been his. I just- I don't- how could you make that? How could you make that knowing that he's not here to wear it?" A tear slid down his mother's face, but he couldn't make himself feel guilty at that moment. All he felt was anger and grief.

Never-ending, soul crushing grief.

He turned his gaze away from her to his siblings, noting that they didn't seem to be as phased by this as he was. Even you, who sat beside Ginny, avoided his gaze. George felt hot tears stinging his eyes and he left the living room, ignoring looks of pity and the calls of his name.

He stormed out of the back door and rubbed his face, aware of someone following him but not caring who at that moment.

"George," you said softly as you reached a hand out to him, "George, do you want to talk?"

"Talk?" He yelled as he swatted your hand away "Sure, let's talk. Let's talk about how my brother, my best friend, is dead and I feel more alone than I've ever felt in my life. Every time I think about him I feel so guilty, and no one understands. Not you, not my family; no one could possibly understand how I feel." You were crying now, but he couldn't stop himself. "Every time I glance in a mirror, or at a shop window, I see him and I hate myself because I didn't save him. Everyone is moving on but I just can't."

He took a breath and realized he'd been crying too. You reached for him again and he didn't stop you this time, allowing you to wrap your arms around him. "I miss him so much," he continued "I miss him so fucking much and I don't know what to do."

You only nodded as he had his outburst, and he felt his anger dissipate slightly while you held him. He felt his breathing return to normal and his tears dry, and in this moment he realized how much he had missed this. He felt a sense of comfort that he only had when he was with you, and having you this close after being so distant for months seemed to help him tremendously.

"I'm still hurting too, y'know" you mumbled, your voice muffled by his chest. "I know I don't hurt like you do, but I still miss him and carry that guilt."

George felt his heart constrict at your words because of course he knew that, his anger had just clouded his judgment. Now that he had calmed a bit, that anger was beginning to be replaced by a different kind of guilt. "I'm sorry for yelling and saying those awful things."

"Don't apologize, just know that you're not truly alone with how you feel."

He nodded, allowing your words to sink deep into his brain as the two of you stood there, arms wrapped around each other. You had been so distant lately and even though it took George a while to figure out why, he finally realized that you were struggling with the same feelings he had been. He didn't know whether to feel relieved, happy, or downright terrified when he came to this realization, but right now in this moment, he felt content.

He didn't let himself think about what his family would say (or Merlin forbid what Fred would say). He didn't dare think about how much this could potentially ruin the best friendship he had. George even tried not to think about the broken road that led the two of you here.

He needed this. He needed you.

"Please don't leave me alone again," he whispered into your hair, more to himself than to you, but the way you shivered at his words told him that you heard him anyway.

Today was George's twenty-second birthday.

It still felt weird to not say Fred and George's birthday, and you suspected that it always would, but it didn't hurt as badly this time. Maybe you were moving on, or maybe time is funny that way; it makes the wounds on your heart less painful and heavy. Always there, but not nearly as awful as they once were.

Either way, neither you or George felt up to the way the three of you would normally celebrate their birthdays, a raging party with lots of friends, too much alcohol, and mind-numbing hangovers in the morning. You never would since an integral piece of your trio would forever be gone. So, you and George were celebrating the exact same way as last year; splitting a bottle of firewhiskey and reminiscing in your shared flat, alone. No parties with sympathy pats, no toasts to fallen heros, no headaches from too much crying.

The two of you rathered this, anyway.

George was four glasses in already and rambling on about some elaborate prank they had pulled on Percy years back, but you were only halfway paying attention. You were unabashedly staring at George; the curve of his lip as he talked, his hair; longer now than it had ever been. He was handsome, and not because him and Fred looked the same because George didn’t look like Fred anymore, not really. No, George was handsome because he looked like George, and that revelation made your heart skip a beat.

You had finally admitted the truth to yourself, you loved George. Not in the brotherly way that you had done for years, but truly, honestly loved George in a way that made your heart ache. You didn’t know when it happened. Sometime between long nights on the couch and shared cups of coffee. Getting rid of engagement rings and crying over Christmas sweaters. Comforting each other through hard times and celebrating all that there was to be happy about because he still had his family and you still had each other.

You had stopped trying to keep your distance from George after Christmas, you knew it was futile. Your feelings for George weren’t transference, or fleeting in any way. They were there, lighting a fire in your heart you thought had long been extinguished.

You could only hope that George felt the same way you knew you did.

In your reverie you failed to notice that George had stopped talking. His glass of whiskey was on the counter; forgotten about and he was staring at you. His gaze seemed to cut right through you, and briefly you wondered if he was going to lean in, if he was having the same internal struggle you currently were. He was impossibly close; when had he shifted so close to you? The question left your mind as quickly as it came because you couldn't even care why or how this was happening, only that it was.

You could see the gold flecks in his amber eyes and smell the cinnamon on his breath. His gaze left yours for just a second, only long enough to glance at your lips then back to your eyes and the action made your heart race. When was the last time you felt a rush like this?

Probably when Fred-

You willed your brain not to think about it; you wanted to be fully in the moment with George. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he cupped your jaw, and all you thought of was George.

It didn't scare you as much as you thought it would, nor did it make you feel as guilty as you probably should have.

He offered you a smile, just a small one as a silent question of 'Is this okay?' And you nodded, just once, and he leaned in.

But just as you closed your eyes George yanked his hand away and you felt him jump. When you opened your eyes, George was no longer millimeters from you. He was standing at least a yard away from you with a hand in his hair and his eyes wild.

The moment was gone and you felt your heart drop.

"What, what the hell are we doing?" He sputtered.

"George-"

"No! No, this isn't happening." He shook his head furiously and ran both hands through his hair, a nervous habit he'd had as long as you'd known him. "This is fucked, you and Fred, oh fuck."

The guilt you expected sill wasn't there, and you briefly wondered what that meant. You tried to go to him but as soon as you took a step, he took two away from you, clearly adamant about keeping distance between the two of you.

"George, it's okay. It's okay to feel this way and it's also okay to be scared." You tried to reason with him, hoping the confidence you faked would be enough to keep him from spiraling.

He shook his head "No, it's not okay. I cannot believe we were stupid enough to even allow it to get that far." He took a breath. You could tell that he was going over everything that just happened in his head, trying to figure out exactly what went wrong.

Too bad the two of you had different ideas of what went wrong.

"I think I just need to sober up," he finally said. "Yeah, I think we just need to be alone and sleep off the alcohol. That’s it."

Twist the knife a little deeper, George.

"Can we talk about this?" You asked, voice beginning to shake from the emotions you were desperately trying to control.

"There's nothing to talk about." He was almost to his bedroom door now, trying to get as far away from you as he could.

Please don't leave me alone.

"George, please let's talk-" You started, but it was too late. He had already stalked back to his room and slammed the door.

The two of you didn't speak for weeks after that.

The Weasley family was together for the first time since the battle. Although, it was really their fault that it had been two years since they had all been in the same room.

Percy kept making excuses for why he couldn't come to family dinners on Sundays, and Charlie had only been back to England once since that night. George showed up as much as he could, but the whole family would never be together again; hearing his mother use the term "whole family" made George sick. Fred wasn't there, so there was no way the whole family could ever be together again.

The first Weasley grandchild had been born just days prior, however, so Charlie portkeyed over, and Percy couldn't find an excuse to skip out on meeting his niece. So the whole Weasley clan was here at Shell Cottage to meet little Victoire.

Well, all except Fred, but George couldn't think about that.

You were even here, which George was thankful for. Seeing his family and you pass the tiny bundle that was Victoire around took George's mind off worrying about the shop and even made his ever growing feelings for you move to the back of his mind. He was grateful; family get-togethers made George uneasy since he'd never been to one without Fred until after the battle, but this one felt as close to normal as they could possibly feel now. He attributed this new found calm to you; just you being there next to him brought a sense of peace he thought he had long lost, even after the awkward encounter you'd had a few weeks ago. He had been adamant that the moment was a fluke and that it would never, ever happen again, but after weeks of replaying it over in his mind, he realized that he wanted it to happen. He had finally admitted to himself that he loved you, but that new revelation would have to wait until the both of you were ready to face it, so he made up his mind to make this day about his brother and his new daughter.

He had stepped away from the living room to get a moment alone, but when he returned you weren't there, and something in his gut told him to look for you. Even after the horrible mess he made on his birthday, you were at his side, which he appreciated. The two of you hadn’t talked about the almost kiss, mainly because he didn’t know how to say that he was sorry, that he made a mistake and he shouldn’t have run away. He should have given in to the feelings that he knew were there.

He should have let himself be happy for the first time in two years.

You weren't in the sitting room where the family was, so George checked the backyard and dining room, to no avail. His next stop was the kitchen, where he found Charlie sipping a cup of coffee. Charlie turned where he heard his brother enter, and muttered a quick, "She's on the beach."

Perplexed, George looked out the window, and to his surprise he saw a figure about 20 yards away; just a dark shape against the horizon, but undoubtedly you.

"How did you know I was looking for her?" George asked.

Charlie grinned. "You're not as covert as you think you are, little brother. Something happened between you, I can sense it" He paused, taking a sip of his drink. "No one would blame you, y'know. Not even Fred." His smile dropped as he said Fred's name and he turned serious, which was rare for Charlie.

George was stunned, though. Charlie had been in England for two hours and already he had seen right through George. "You don't know what you're talking about," George argued weakly.

Charlie shrugged, "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. But I meant what I said; no one would blame you or her. Not mom, not me, and definitely not Fred. It's obvious to anyone with eyes that something's there. You both lost a lot, and now you have the chance to gain something." He stood, patting George on the shoulder before walking back to the sitting room. "Just think about it. And for what it's worth, I think she feels the same way."

It took George exactly two seconds after Charlie left to leave out the back door and make his way towards you; his brother's words repeating in his head. As he got closer, he was able to see your hair blowing in the wind and your arms wrapped around yourself, and it made him wish he had brought you a coat. Once he finally reached you, he noticed you had been crying; you tried to wipe your eyes with your shirt sleeve before he could see your tears, but the red around your eyes made it obvious. You had tried to hide it, though, which told George that you probably didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering you, so instead of asking what was wrong like he wanted to, he opted to keep it light.

"Y’know, there's a little baby girl in there that's way more interesting to look at than the sea," George joked, not really knowing what to say. Things had been strained since his birthday, and he was determined to slowly start making it right.

You nodded, still sniffling "I'll be there in a sec, I just had to get out of there."

“You’re missing him today, aren’t you?” His tone serious, but soft.

“Well, yes, but not as much as I thought I would. And also more than I thought I would. It’s messy and I feel horrible for feeling even the tiniest sliver of happi–” you stopped yourself before you could say it, but George knew what you were thinking. Saying it would change everything. How could either of you be happy, after all that had happened?

George looked down at his feet, attempting to hide the guilt washing over his face. The last thing he’d wanted to do was upset you, and then he’d gone and mucked it all up. Again.

You reached out for his hand, an instinctive gesture. When he looked back up at you, you spoke again, seemingly choosing your words carefully.

“I’m not saying I’ll never be happy again, or that I shouldn’t be. I’m just…learning how to hold happiness next to all of the grief and loss I’m still feeling and probably always will.”

Bumping your side against his, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m glad I have you to help me through it, though” you said. "And I think I just need time; we both need time to figure this out, but we will, because you deserve to be happy, too. He would have wanted that."

George felt his heart beating in his chest and tears burning his eyes, and he fought to keep tears from rolling down his freckled cheeks. There was no need for you to specify what this was, you both knew that these feelings were real and that they weren't going away as easily as you both thought they would, but maybe they were never meant to be fleeting.

“Don’t get all emotional on me now, you’ll ruin the moment” he said, unable to stop himself from adding levity to the moment. With a small snort, you squeezed his hand and the two of you remained outside, watching the waves crash against the shore.

Oh, pure heart's peer caught me gawking Your hair in the wind, such small lonesome hands I think I was meant to keep you warm

#george weasley #george x reader #george x you #george imagine #harry potter #hp #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfic #fred weasley #weasley twins

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 years ago

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Fic title: Evening Splendor

Midoriya Izuku worked hard, everyone agreed. He worked his fingers to the bones in training, and would often speak of years spent helping either his mother around the house or his uncle around his home.

"I sometimes help around his shop to," Izuku told his friends when they asked for his plans over the summer. "He pays me minimum wage, and I like it. I save my money for merch mostly, other stuff to."

Of course with the attack at the camp, he didn't end up going to the shop, he told them later, but he did help out around the house.

"Does your uncle have a big house?" Uraraka, one of his best friends, asked him.

"Bigger then mine." Izuku said with a shrug. "It was mostly vacuuming around the place, washing windows, watching his giant lizard." the green haired teen shuddered. "That thing terrifies me. Feels like it's going to eat me or something whenever it stares."

That of course got both Uraraka and Iida, Izuku's other best friend, requesting pictures. The picture of said lizard did indeed scare them.

"Oh god why does it have so many teeth?"

"Does it have a Quirk?"

The picture was shown to others in class, including the one of Izuku holding it when Bakugou claimed the boy made up the whole thing. Everyone fully agreed that Izuku worked his ass off. Who kept that sort of thing as a pet? Izuku's uncle apparently.

With this in mind, the fact that on a parental visit day, Yaoyorozu's mother took one look at Midoriya Inko, shouting out; "Is that you Atakani?!"

"Oh!" Mrs. Midoriya smiled at the woman. "Hello Yaoyorozu! It's good to see you again."

"You as well!" Mrs. Yaoyorozu said. "You got married?"

"I'm widowed now," Mrs. Midoriya said. "I married Hisashi, remember him?"

"I do. Did your parents disown you like they threatened?" Mrs. Yaoyorozu asked.

"They tried. Grandma and Grandpa held the money though," Mrs. Midoriya laughed. "Though most of that is tied up in stocks for me. I'm a nurse now."

"Well, congrats! I assume your sister took over the business?"

"Indeed. Grandpa kicked my dad out of the CEO position and gave it to her. My brother finally owns his own music shop as well. My son helps out around the summer for extra spending money," Mrs. Midoriya motioned to Izuku who gave a sheepish wave. The confused look on Mrs. Yaoyorozu's face made Izuku chuckle.

"Every one of mom's old friends get so confused when she says that," he told his friends who were giving him confused looks. Yaoyorozu walked up to him.

"Atakani? As in the owns of Support Inc. and Medical Hero?" she asked Izuku.

"Yeah," Izuku shrugged, as if being related to the owners of two of the largest companies in Japan wasn't a big deal.

"What?!" most of the class asked in shock.

"That's a lie!" Bakugou barked.

"No it isn't," Mrs. Midoriya said, turning to raise an eyebrow at the boy who went pink and looked down. She turned her face back to Mrs. Yaoyorozu.

"You never said anything about to me Ink-" Mrs. Bakugou began only to get cut off.

"I told you not to use my first name until you can control your brute of a son," Mrs. Midoriya said coldly. "My son reported that he still is called 'Deku' and insulted daily by that bully."

"It's boys being boys-" Mrs. Bakugou tried.

"No it isn't. The only reason I haven't reported your son for illegal Quirk use on my son that left him with first degree burns when he was thirteen and younger was because Izuku told me not to." Mrs. Midoriya told her. "You're not my friend, and until you can grow up I refuse to deal with you." She waved her hand. "Anyway I never told you because I am well aware you would have loved nothing more then to use me as a platform, which I respect. But I wanted actual friendship. When I realized your son was tormenting mine, I lost interest in telling you."

The chilly aura coming from Mrs. Midoriya lessened when Izuku covered his face.

"Mom, why do you have to play that card," he groaned.

"Because you are to willing to let people walk all over you. I blame your father," Mrs. Midoriya said before grinning. "Now, point me to the two people you have a crush on."

"Mom!" Izuku said, flushing.

"What?" Mrs. Midoriya said innocently. "I wanna know who caught my baby's eye enough he's not using his allowance for merch but to plot out dates," the last words came out as a sing-song and Izuku whined as his friends giggled.

"Wait," Kaminari spoke up then, confused. "If you're rich why are you like getting an allowance and working to pay for stuff?"

"Because just giving me money is a bad thing?" Izuku said slowly. He tilted his head in confusion. "My allowance is probably more then most but I like merch, and I work for extra. My mom's big on letting me earn my money rather then just giving me it."

"I get him some merch as do his aunt and uncle, but I'd never just let my son have a lot of money like that." Mrs. Midoriya shook her head.

"Indeed," Yaoyorozu said. "I myself work for the extra things my parents do not supply, though I admit I am paid more simply because I can also create certain metals or items that are in short supply."

"It's responsible parenting," Mrs. Yaoyorozu sniffed. "Image letting your child go around with money they don't earn fairly. We may have maids and other staff, but Momo cleans her own room while helping with the garden."

"Of course, but anyway- Izuku. Point them out," Mrs. Midoriya insists as her son flails.

"Mom!"

"What? I want to know who you're planning an evening of splendour with."

#bnha #bnha au #fic title ask game #fic title ask #fic title game #boku no hero academia #rich midoriya family #hisashi was a push over #inko is a badass #me: *pokes at the Bakugous with a stick*#as always #the pairing would be izuku/iida/uraraka #he spoils them

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enhypia · 3 years ago

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JW ; bestfriends to lovers

bestfriends to lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: yang jungwon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

words: roughly 1.1k

masterlist ⸺ series masterlist

~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jungwon speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jungwon speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hi i'm jungwon

and i'm (y/n)

and we're bestfriends besties

okay one more time

we're bestfriends to lovers!

*they high-five

[you guys were invited here today as bestfriends turned lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

we were

i had to convince jungwon a little bit because he's a lightweight

i am not

you can just answer the questions instead of drinking anyway

i hope you get hard ones so you get drunk

*(y/n) :P

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

*both nod

[how did you guys become bestfriends?]

our parents forced us, we were threatened

*they laugh

no, our parents are friends and they had this little get-together and they brought their children with

yeah, that's why we were forced to interact

it was better than listening to our parents and not relating to anything

and they got so happy seeing us interacting that we were just always brought to their hangouts

[what was your first impression of each other?]

that jungwon wouldn't hesitate to kick my ass

you weren't wrong

i know. his eyes are very expressive, and i thought he hated me the first time we met

i did

sucks to suck then cause you're dating me now

*jungwon sighs deeply

*(y/n) :O

i thought they were shy

I AM ?!@#

uh huh keep telling yourself that honey

*(y/n) !!??!?

[how about we officially start the game now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jungwon wins

*jungwon ohhhs after seeing the question

[was there a point where you wanted to end our friendship?]

why are we starting heavy already? gosh

sooo??

i'm answering. there wasn't?

WHY AREN'T YOU SURE??

becaUSE I HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU??? of course i didn't want just friendship, isn't that technically ending it? but from my understanding is end the friendship like completely cut ties off?

*interviewer nods

then no, there wasn't

*(y/n) quickly picks up the card and immediately laughs after reading the question

what? what is it

oh you better answer this cause even i don't know

[when did you start having feelings for me?]

*jungwon blushes and starts to pour a shot

yah!

i'm still answering! i just need this drink

*(y/n) laughs

i started liking you around prom....

*jungwon refuses to meet (y/n) widened eyes

that was almost 2 years ago?!@!

*jungwon ignores the claim

so you're telling me that we could've been together already two years ago ?!

*jungwon eyes widen and smirks

*(y/n) realizes their mistake

[so you already had a crush on me back then too?]

*(y/n) takes a shot sporting a blush and gives a pointed glare, then smiles innocently

i've liked you way before that darling, you just didn't notice

*jungwon.exe has stopped working

okay! next question

[have you ever been jealous of anyone who hit up on me?]

oh god, you wouldn't believe how much time i wasted constantly reminding myself that i have no right to be jealous

*jungwon laughs

what do they even see in you ugh

*he rolls his eyes

you're literally dating me

and what about it??

*jungwon :P

[have YOU ever been jealous of anyone who hit up on me?]

no why would i be?

damn thought for sure the reason you distanced yourself from me when-

*he clamps his hand on (y/n) mouth

we do not speak their name

*(y/n) laughs and pushes jungwon's hand off their face then picks up a card

[question for both: was it scary falling for your bestfriend]

*both share a look and takes a shot

it was terrifying. because you're risking this once in a lifetime friendship and bond you know? that's why i tried really hard to suppress what i was feeling because i couldn't stand the idea of loosing all those just because i liked the person.

*jungwon takes a shot making (y/n) laugh

it was super scary since we've been beside each other for years and i'd rather deal with the unrequited love?? because not having them by my side would be more painful than that

*(y/n) drinks

*both giggle because they're getting tipsy by drinking even though they still answer the question

[who confessed first? how did you guys get together?]

i confessed first. my parents were thinking of moving and i was panicking because i'd have to leave everything behind and in my head i didn't want to leave without jungwon knowing what i felt for him, so i just went 'fuck it, i wont see him again anytime soon anyway' and confessed.

and then they RAN straight home right after, i couldn't even reply??

I WAS SCARED GIVE ME A BREAK

yeah but they forgot that i literally have a key to their house, so i just went there and confessed as well.

and it turns out, we weren't moving, so tada, here we are

we got together after like a week since the confession

jungwon got jealous of-

*he puts a finger to (y/n) mouth to shush them

no❤️

*(y/n) chuckles

what's important is that i love you, you're mine and i am yours, period.

*(y/n).exe is malfunctioning because of jungwon's boldness and drinks

sorry, he gets more straightforward when intoxicated

im intoxicated, not drunk, so my words are true

*(y/n) can't fight the heavy blush appearing on their face

i swear if you don't shut off i will fight you

no you can't, you love me

*(y/n) deadpans and suddenly stares at jungwon lovingly

*pokemon jungwon is paralyzed!

i do, i love you so much.

*he squeaks and tries to hide the blush on his face

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

[last question, how does it feel being in a relationship with your bestfriend?]

it's amazing and kind of scary actually, jungwon knows me so well, and too well, so i can't escape anything from him. whenever i don't feel the best he just knows already without me saying anything. i'm thankful honestly, because he's always there ever since, the bonus now is just i get unlimited kisses and affection

*jungwon rolls his eyes

it's,,, comfortable ?? it's like the safety and comfort home brings. i just feel so understood and loved, sometimes i wonder if i really deserve all these but like (y/n), i'm just grateful that i have them with me.

*everyone in the room aww'ed making them laugh

*jungwon and (y/n) takes one last shot and waved to the camera

and CUT!

»————-　♡　————-«

bonus: youtube comments

a/n: im so hapi that the series masterlist is getting notes huhu tysm <33 i hope you like this one, ive always imagined jungwon as someone who flusters people but you can easily fluster him back, esp if you're his s/o, i'll try to create the rest of the members' as quickly as i can :>>

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen series #enhypen fluff #yang jungwon #jungwon #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #jungwon scenarios #speak or shot #enhypen x gender neutral reader

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bananasquash · 3 years ago

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Asano Gakushuu x Toned-DownFan!reader

LISTEN- I don't know the GN term for Fangirl/Fanboy😭 I started with FanPerson at first

⚠️WARNING: Fan!reader (nothing too heavy though), Slight Angst???

Masterlist

As a member of 3E, you felt disgraced to have a crush on Asano Gakushuu, the biggest asshole of all assholes. But all you could do was recount the times you weren't in E-Class, when you had cared for Gakushuu in the best ways possible, as in making sure he actually ate (even if it was food from other fangirls), making sure he rested, reminding him to drink water, making sure he did things that wasn't school related (or at least was fun enough), and many other times.

Even though all of E knew of your feelings, none of them discouraged it, besides Terasaka but he didn't say much. All Karma did was tease you and give you a hard time. Although none of them couldn't comprehend why you had come to love that piece of crap, they did support your love and devotion for the man.

You were the more laid-back one upon his fans, fawning over him like all the others, yet keeping it to yourself or in the safety of your friends ears. And unlike the other fans, you made sure he cared for himself and his well-being.

Though now that you're a member of the End Class, it's been harder to see him. Not only where the class recides, but Principal Asano would never allow, nor would Gakushuu be pleased to be seen being all 'buddy buddy' with one who holds as low of a status as yours.

Nakamura, the mischievous blonde-eyed beauty in all her glory, poked at your cheek all the while smirking teasingly. "Ohhh [Y/n]~" She sang. "You're doing it again! You have that day dreamy look in your eyes, you didn't even see Koro-Sensei blast away to Russia for the bomb Pirohi and Pirozhki!!! You were sighing like a maiden in the midst of falling for her prince charming~ How romantic hm? Let's see how you do on the pop quiz, based on this very lesson, after lunch!" She snickered, throwing in some proper words while she was at it.

"Wait what?! Listen, Nakamura, did you know that you have the best fashion?!" You nervously chuckled, ignoring the cooing and paying more attention to the quiz part.

She giggled. "I wear uniforms 98% of the time you see me."

"Listen, I just need a little bit of notes!!! Just the important parts???"

She sighed in mock annoyance. "Fine fine~ Here ya go! I'm going to the treehouse for lunch, make sure you put it back on my desk, Kay?" Her mouth upturned into her usual mischief filled smile. She barely gave any time to respond before she lept away, running off into the forest.

You shook your head in a loving manner, putting your full attention on the work in front of you.

After at least 10 minutes out of your 30 minute lunch time, you had finished the papers by gathering the most important parts of the notes, thinking carefully about what is being done.

"Aha! Look at you all focusing for once~" A voice spoke up. It was rather familiar, but not the kind of familiar you wanted to hear in this moment. "For once the king of hell isn't what's on your mind~ Shocker huh?" He teased.

You groaned. "I almost got this last bit down! You seriously had to come and bother me right this moment Akabane?" You scoffed.

"Now now~ As they say, kitties got claws huh? Too bad dogs will always bite back."

"In your dreams. Now give me one moment to 'get this cat in the bag' and you can tell me just what you came here for, ok? Thanks." And with that you blocked out his nonsensical chatter and contemplated what to do next. As promised, not a moment late you held your promise and looked up. "T' what do I owe the pleasure good sir?" You asked, a bit of sass held only for his attitude.

He chuckled. "Just the usual, Nagisa in a maid outfit, Koro-Sensei whipping by for a quick pic before leaving, yours truly successful with yet another prank, and oh of course! The Asano Gakushuu eating out of a dear friend of mines lunch!"

"Uhm... Yeah he kinda has a lot of fans...? Sooo why should I care who's bento he eats from?"

He chuckled finger guns getting into position. "That, my dearest [Y/n], is because that Bento he ate from was none other than yours! Y'know? In fact, that's the only one I've seen him eat from. The others are either discarded or given to his lowly lackeys. But shhh~ you didn't hear the from me~" He smirked, putting a finger to his lip while blinking.

You blushed heavily, smiling brightly. "You're the best Karma! Even though you're annoying, I appreciate you telling me!"

His face dropped a tiny bit when he glanced to the right of you two and out the window, though he immediately put it back up and focused on directing your gaze from you. "Yeah, anything for a hopelessly in love classmate of mine. Now I've gotta head out. See ya short stack!" He snickered, saluting with two fingers before jumping out the window.

"Huh?"

??? POV

(will be named during. it's obvious tho)

Father's not gonna be happy once word goes around... Hell I'd be in some sort of confinement with little to do. This, to me, is much more important than getting my freedom taken away for a week.

I walked up the mountain, length and height not bothering me in the least. Well, as long as I get to see them. It was nice being cared for and loved for once. I thought it'd be over once Father removed them from A to E in one quick motion. But, I still got the Bentos everyday, among all the others. And every one held a different note, making a sound and forcing me to eat, take a break, or drink water.

Asano's Pov,

But using he/him

Oh how they understood him so well. Just when he grabs a book, ping! The alarm. He couldn't bring himself to deny.

He held flowers, the favorite you once told him it was while teaching him about flowers when he insisted on not wanting a break from learning.

Keeping his furrowed look (even though he's very much dying inside), he made his first step on the flat ground. A few E-Class member had seen him but payed no mind due to the fact he held flowers.

As he approached, he saw through the window, the one he seeked. He scoffed under his breath, but couldn't fight a dash of light pink that appeared.

Just as he was about to make himself known, after hiding the flowers, he witnessed deep pink cheeks painted across your soft cheeks. And he deduced that Akabane was the one to cause that action. He felt pain shoot through his heart, shattering it. Despite not having much of a visual reaction, he was heavily broken inside.

So, without much of a scene, he turned on his heel and dropped the flowers, descending the mountains.

He got a minute down before Karma caught up, breathing out. "Asano~ Heya~" He winked. "Come here to mess with us or to... Y'know... Propose?" He asked, bringing out the flowers he dropped near bushes.

"Shut up Akabane. It was just a mistake. I thought Father was up here, yet it seems otherwise." He huffed, glaring with more malice than the usual.

"Awww someone jealous? Pfft- and of yourself too! Who knew the 'top student' was actually a dumbass who likes to make assumptions huh?" He teased, laughing.

"How about you not rub it in my face... Listen Akabane. I have studying to get to. So if you'd move out of my way, I'd be very pleased." He grumbled through gritted teeth.

He scoffed. "You're pissing me off now too. Did you know our precious [Y/n] doesn't shut up about their love for you? Asano Gakushuu? It's disgusting really. Who could ever love someone with that attitude, hah? They were blushing because I shared with them info I found you doing. Like I don't... Putting your books down for once? Drag your feelings out and I'll snatch her up for real." He glared, walking away.

Asano was left with his thoughts, effectively in a daze. He had to get to you, and with this newfound info, he'll have to do it now.

I'll let your imagination run wild~ I do not intend for a second part. No worries, if you want my thoughts on the ending, here:

He sat in the class, both of you saying nothing, yet gazing into each other's eyes. He took your hands in his, never breaking contact. "I'll cut to the chase. Date me. P-word."

You flushed at first, but that disappeared when he said 'P-word'. "W-What?" You asked, trying not to break into a laugh.

He scoffed. "If you don't feel the same just say it."

"NO NO! I'm sorry! I was just- P word. Yes yes, I accept... But P-word??" You snickered.

He flustered, oh how the tables have turned. "Yes. I do not wish to say please in a meaningful manner, therefore P-word is the correct choice." He explained, clearing his throat.

"Ok I'll let you off... For now..." You snickered.

"Y'know what I just remembered I need to finish my dad." He huffed, standing up.

"But Asano."

"Hm?"

"I like you."

"..." He proceeded walking until by the door. "I... Like you too." And with that he immediately walked out, ignoring Karma's teasing and irritating remarks that were accompanied by Nakamura.

THERE!!!🥰

#assassination classroom #assclass #assassination Classroom x Reader #asano gakushuu #asano #asano x reader #gakushuu x reader #gn!reader

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Temptation Pt6

Temptation Masterlist

2008

I wake up to Alice running into mine and Emmett's room, jumping on the bed in the space next to me. Emmett is sat on his seat by the window reading a book chuckling to himself over Alice's excitement

"Alice" I groan rolling over so I don't have to face her

"But todays the day" I groan again at her high voice, she had a vision that Edward will finally find his mate

"Alice leave her be, she barley slept last night" Emmett says and I know he will definitely have a smirk on his face, so I take a pillow and through it at him

"Ok seriously, if you want us to stop for food you need to get up" Alice rips the bed covers off me revealing me naked. Alice gets up off the bed "oh and get dressed!" she shouts making me sigh. I get up from the bed while Emmett watches me

"What?" I ask frowning at him

"Nothing, your just cute in the morning"

"Yeah, yeah, throw me some underwear" I say as Emmett is next to the chest of draws. Both of us quickly get dressed and head downstairs where the rest of the family are waiting

"Finally" Edward grumbles grabbing his keys

"You could have gone without me, I can drive myself to school"

"With your driving, I'm not surprised if it would be a new way to kill vampires" Rosalie comments walking out of the door with Thomas and the others who are chuckling

"I'm not that.. Esme tell them I'm not that bad"

"Have a good day at school" Esme replies smiling at me

"Come on babe, we can stop at the coffee shop on the way"

"But my driving isn't that bad" Emmett takes my hand and we walk out of the house towards his car.

After a few classes it's finally time for lunch, my favourite time of the day, well that and bed time!

"She has to be in here" Alice says smiling as she looks through the large window into the cafeteria. We walk in, Emmett and I hand in hand when we here a girl talking

"They're um, Dr and Mrs Cullens foster kids. They moved down her from Alaska like a few years ago" I hear a girl say. I look over to see it's Jessica talking

"They kinda keep to themselves" I hear another girl say, Angela I think her name is, knowing that the others also heard it I reply

"Yes because one we don't wanna drain you dry and two whats the point in making friends when we will leave one day and you will die" Rose roll her eyes as we continue to walk in

"Yeah 'cause they're all together, like together together" the first girl says "the blonde girl with the scarf is Rosalie, and the tall dark haired guy is Thomas. The other blonde girl is Katherine and the big dark haired guy is Emmett. I'm not even sure thats legal"

"Jess they're not actually related except for Katherine and Rosalie, they're sisters" this makes Emmett, Thomas, Rose and I smile

"Yeah, but they live together. It's weird" we make our way to get food and then to a table away from everyone else

"Ok the little dark haired girl is Alice, she's really weird, and erm she's with Jasper the blonde one who looks like he's in pain" I take a bite of my sandwich still listening in to the conversation thats being had

"Uh Dr Cullen is like this foster dad/ matchmaker"

"Maybe he'll adopt me"

"Oh if they only knew" I mumble

"Who's he?" I hear a different voice say, one I haven't heard before

"Is she the girl?" I ask Alice nodding my head towards the table this new girl is sat at

"I think she is" Alice smiles

"Great" Rosalie comments with an annoyed tone

"That's Edward Cullen, he's totally gorgeous, obviously, but apparently nobody here's good enough for him" I watch as this makes Edward smile a little "like I care, you know"

"Of course Jessica" I stuff more food in my mouth

"Why do you do that? comment on everyones conversation?"

"Because if I didn't I would probably loose my shit being able to hear everyones conversation. If I just focus on one then it doesn't irritate me as much" I reply to Thomas

"Seriously though don't waist your time"

"Wasn't planning on it" the new girl turns around to look at us

"Oh and one thing thats really weird. They don't eat, ever. Well except Katherine, she doesn't stop but she never puts on the weight"

"Look at Emmett though, they probably work out together"

"But why doesn't he eat Ange" Jessica replies. Getting bored with their conversation I listen to other peoples trying to find something interesting.

After lunch we all go to own classes. Emmett, Rose and Thomas head to Physics while Alice Jasper and I go to English and Edward on his own goes to Biology

"Pop quiz time" everyone groans looking at our teacher. He goes around asking everyone for quotes from the book A Midsomer Nights Dream

"Do you really think the new girl is Edwards mate?" I ask Alice with a frown

"Yes, I saw her and Edward together in a field of flowers"

"Miss Cullen and Miss Cullen" both Alice and I look up "Katherine since you and Alice are both intrigued in your own conversations, I hope it will mean that you have read the book. So give me a quote from A Midsomer Nights Dream and not just two words please" the teacher refers to the rest of the class who have only been saying a sentence or so

"Lovers and madmen have such seething brains. Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, that is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name" I finish looking rather smugly as the teacher looks at me shocked "is that enough sir or would you like me to give you another "if we shadows have offended, know but this and all is mended....."

"No thats enough thank you Miss Cullen, moving on and please pay attention" he says loud enough for the class to hear "I do not get paid enough for this" he whispers so quietly I know no one else heard that apart from me, Alice and Jasper.

#emmett cullen x reader #emmett cullen #twilight x reader #twilight #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jasper cullen #rosalie hale #alice cullen #jacob black #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years ago

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Winter In The Shade I

Part I

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2184

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter's. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None.

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Regulus Black. The boy who was always by himself. He never seemed to smile, never laughed, he never had something funny to say. He looked the way a living statue would, walking around the castle with a monotonous look on his face, a perfect appearance, and the most flat sound of voice. Was he even alive? Many had asked themselves as they watched him walk past them.

You were about to find out he was indeed alive and, even if he wouldn’t admit it himself, in much need of a friend.

It was late at night, several hours after dinner, when you found yourself walking to the library for the fourth time that week. You had an herbology essay to write and were in need of a lot of research if you expected a decent grade, for some reason the exact book you were looking for was always taken, and there was only one copy of said book. Just your luck! At that point you didn’t even stop to ask for the book, just walking to the shelf where you already knew the book was supposed to be.

“Damn it.” you grunted, running your hand over the spines of the books there as you reached the empty space where the book was supposed to be. You lowered your head in exasperation, starting to read over the rest of the titles there to see if one could be of any use. You tilted your head, reading the titles in low murmurs as you walked backwards. “Ouch!” you complained, your hand instantly shooting to the side of your head where the hard feeling of what you saw was a book hit you.

“Are you alright?” asked the boy with a slight furrow of his eyebrows, placing the book he held now on the table as he neared you.

You shook your head lightly, getting the pain out of your head as you gave the boy a soft smile “I’m just fine.” you sighed, running a hand through your face as your eyes landed on the table next to you “No way.” you muttered in surprise, grabbing the book by the table and holding it to his face “Did you just hit me with Flesh-Eating Trees of the World ?”

Baffled, the boy gave you a nod “I believe so.” he said, watching as a smile appeared on your face before he said “I’m… Sorry?”

“Don’t be.” you mused “You won’t be needing this anymore, would you?” you asked, the relieved look on your face as he shook his head making him even more confused but managing to bring the smallest of smiles over his features “Thanks Merlin, I've been looking for this book over four days now.”

“I just managed to get it this morning.” he told you, your mind finally snapping out of its thoughts and more on the boy next to you.

You tilted your head, looking up at him with a kind smile “Well thank you for hitting the side of my head, I really needed it.” you said “And the book, of course.” you chuckled “It’s Regulus, right? Regulus Black.”

He awaited for the inevitable Sirius’ younger brother or any kind or relation to his older brother, but when you said nothing and just stared at him waiting for his answer he limited himself to nod.

You offered your hand to him with a kind look “Y/N Y/L/N.” you introduced yourself, shaking his hand eagerly once he took hold of yours. “I should be going now, but it was really nice talking to you.” you said, grabbing your things and walking away from him. You took one last look at him, waving your hand with a smile as his head followed your movements until you were nowhere to be seen.

His hand felt tingly as if the energy from your person remained in his skin, leaving an almost warm feeling he couldn’t quite place but he found himself looking for even more. He wanted to know more about you.

*******

You spent day and night reading the book, your essay nowhere finished as you still struggled with some of the terms there. You furrowed your eyebrows, scratching the back of your head as you turn the page back “What in Merlin's name is that?” you muttered to yourself as you turned yet another page back, looking for the term you knew but didn’t remember the meaning of. Your eyes were focused over the pages, running your fingers along the lines as you took your quill and a stray piece of parchment, taking quick notes of all the information you needed to remember.

“Healing properties?” you read, writing it down as your face turned into one of disbelief “Don’t know about that one… Side effects, that’s more like it.” you mumbled, writing furiously, not even noticing the scrap of the chair against the floor as someone took the seat in front of you.

“Do you always comment on everything you're reading?”

You rolled your eyes, looking up to see who was disturbing you when your face fell and quickly turned into a surprised one “Regulus.” you breathed out with a smile “I didn’t see you there, How are you?” you asked genuinely, putting your quill down.

“I’m fine.” he said softly, motioning with his eyes to the little mess before you “Still writing the Herbology essay?”

You groaned, letting your head fall back “Sadly, yes.” you sighed “Don’t tell anyone but Herbology isn't my strong suit.”

“Then I won’t bother you any longer.” he said “Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked you and you shook your head, his eyes flashing with a glint you never thought you’d see in his eyes.

For hours, the two of you worked on silence. The ruffling of pages, quills clinking against the bottles of ink and your low murmurs as you read over and over the pages the only sounds that flowed in the air inside the small study bubble the two of you created. At times he would ask you questions, little things he didn’t quite understand and at last, you did the same.

“Regulus?” you called, the hum you got as a response making you continue “You already finished the essay, right?” you asked.

He lifted his eyes slowly, looking at you before he nodded “Yes.” he answered simply “Why?”

You took the book before you and slid it across the table, his eyebrows scrunched together as he followed your finger “Do you think you could explain this to me?” you asked, tapping the line in the book.

He broke into a small smile, nodding his head before he lifted his eyes and met yours “Only if you tell me one thing.” he said, making you curious.

“Alright.” you said doubtfully.

“How long have you been waiting to ask me that?” he asked and your jaw dropped before you could stop it.

“I-I…” you stuttered, the smile on his lips making you even more frustrated “Oh, shut it.” you grunted, fighting the smile that threatened to grow on your lips. But he raised an eyebrow as he returned to his own book, your smile finally breaking as you reached to take the book from him “Really?” you asked.

“You want your answers, I want mine.” he said calmly.

You playfully glared at him, squinting your eyes before you sighed “An hour.” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

He let out a breathy chuckle, taking the book from your hand “How Ravenclaw of you.” he said under his breath.

You smirked at the comment, leaning down on the table to get a better look of the book as you said “Your one to talk.” you said with an amused look on your face “The Slytherin that had to embarrass me first to help me.”

You both laughed at your attitudes, the smiles now permanent on your faces as the playful bickering never ended. Not that day or any other, it became a habit for the two of you to meet at the same table to study, get homework done and read the entire library out of fun.

There wasn’t a day you didn’t see him, and people started to notice.

“I’m going to the library.” you said, getting up from the spot in the grass you sat at with your friends.

“Going to see Black, again?” One of your friends asked you, the murmurs that rose from all of them making you stop.

“I am.” you said, turning to face them with a daring look “You have a problem with that?” you asked.

“Not at all.” she said, taking a look at the others surrounding her “It’s just… well, he is weird, don’t you think? Always by himself, never talks to anyone. Besides he’s a Black, nothing good can come out of that one, I’ve heard stories….”

“So you do have a problem.” you interrupted her, crossing your arms over your chest firmly “Well, you can keep your stories. And I don’t care if he is always by himself, I really don’t see the problem with that, maybe I’ll start following his example.” you spat, turning in your heel as you started to walk away.

“Y/N!” they called after you “You know we don’t mean it like that.”

“Why do you insist on spending time with him?” one of them asked.

“Because he is my friend!” you yelled, turning one last time to see them “He is my friend and I like spending time with him.” You awaited for their replies, squinting your eyes as they just stared at you with wide eyes, or what you thought it was you until you followed their gaze over your shoulder “What?” you snapped, turning sharply to find none other than Regulus standing behind you.

“Regulus.” you breathed out, letting your shoulders relax as he locked eyes with you.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Just fine.” you muttered, taking his arm and linking it with yours “I was just leaving.”

Arms linked together, you walked the halls of Hogwarts in silence, the tension in your body only rising as he stayed silent. “Wait.” you said, letting go of him as you literally let your body fall to the floor, sitting in the middle of the empty hallway “I need a moment.”

Regulus limited himself to stare at you, sitting on the floor with a furious hand running through your hair. Next thing he knew he was sitting next to you, playing with his hands.

“What are you doing?” you said suddenly, raising your head with a questioning look on your face.

He squinted his eyes “Waiting for you?” he said doubtfully.

You were supposed to be angry, not with him, but you were angry. Then why were you laughing, Regulus asking himself the same question. It didn’t take long for him to start laughing with you. It was a sight to be seen: Both of you sitting in the middle of the hall laughing.

“I’m sorry about what they said.” you said, after you both had calmed down and had spent a few minutes in silence “I really don’t know if you heard anything but… well, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” he said “I don’t care what they say. It was what you answered that I cared about.” he admitted, reaching for your hand to give it a firm squeeze “You’re my only friend.”

You smiled at that, returning the squeeze with a chuckle “You’re my only friend too.” you said, thinking about all the things that you had done together, days spent only with the other, the small jokes and things only the two of you understood “Best friend, actually.”

“Best friend.” he repeated, with a smile.

*******

Sirius Black couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw it. One afternoon, running away from Professor Mcgonagall, he took a left turn that got him separated from his friends, the familiar laughter he thought belonged to them getting him to an empty hall.

He was about to call for James, running out of a hall only to duck his head and run back to where he couldn’t be seen, his back flat on the stone wall. He was too far away to hear the words coming out of their mouths, but that wasn’t what he was more shocked about. He listened carefully, not catching anything but the carefree sound of their voices.

He took a quick glance, watching as Regulus helped the girl to her feet, linking their arms together as they walked away, the blue scarf and Y/H/C the only thing he got from the girl next to him.

Sirius wandered the halls dumbfounded, his attention no longer on the present as a body collided against his chest, the only reason he wasn’t on the floor because James held onto his shoulders. “Pads!” James said cheerfully, his face falling as he got no response “Padfoot?” he asked “You alright?”

Sirius’ eyes met with the concerned look of his friend “I saw my brother.” he blurted out “He was smiling.”