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archivxx · 2 years ago

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You twisted your neck and looked up. And up. You were not exactly short he was just massive.

“Oh. Uhm. Hey.”

“Is everything okay?” He said it looking into your eyes. He said it in a low, intimate tone. Like you were alone. Like Nichole wasn’t stood mere cementers away. He said it in a way that should have made you uncomfortable, but it didn’t. For some unexplainable reason, his presence in the room soothed you. Like two seconds ago you hadn’t been freaking out. Maybe two types of unease neutralised each other? It sounded like a fascinating research topic. Maybe someone should look into that. Maybe you should excuse yourself and run a google search about it. Honestly, anything but this whole situation would be much nicer. Maybe you’d expire on the spot, that’s how you’d get out.

“Yes. Yes, everything is great. Nichole and I were just…chatting. About our weekends and stuff.”

Clyde looked at Nichole, as though he was realising she was in the room for the first time. He acknowledged her by giving her one of those nods guys give each other in passing. His hand slid lower on your spine just as Nichole’s eyes widened.

“Nice to meet you, Nichole, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Clyde said, and he was good at this, you had to admit. You were sure that at Nichole’s angle it looked like he was groping you, but in fact he was…not. You could barely even feel his hand on you.

Maybe just a little. The warmth and slight pressure and—

“Nice to meet you too.” Nichole looked thunderstruck. Like she might pass out. “Well-um. I was just about to leave. N/N I’ll text you later when um yeah—”

And with that she was gone, before you could even say anything. Which was good, honestly. You didn’t have to come up with any more lies. But also this was slightly less good as it was no just you and Clyde. Standing way too close. You would have payed good money to say that you were the first to step away, however that was not the case. The embarrassing truth was that Clyde was the first to but distance between you. Stepping back to give you the space you needed, then some more.

“Is everything okay?” He asked again, his tone was still fairly soft. Not something you expected.

“Yes. Yes, I just—” you waved your hands around. “Thank you.”

“Did you hear what she said about Friday?”

“I did that’s why I…” He looked at his hand—the one that had been on your lower back mere second ago—and you almost immediately understood.

“Thank you.” You repeated. Because Clyde Donovan might be a known-ass, but you were feeling pretty damn grateful for him. “Oh, also I couldn’t help but notice I’ve not had any agents or cops come to my place and arrest me on the spot.”

His eyebrows furrowed and the corner of his mouth twitch, minimally. “Is that so?”

You nodded, “Which makes me think that you haven’t filed a complaint. Even though it would have been totally within your rights, so, thank you. And for stepping in just now—you saved me a lot of trouble.”

He stared at you for a long moment, suddenly looking like he did when people got facts mixed up or said something he personally didn’t agree with. “You shouldn’t need someone to step in.”

You stiffened, right. Known-ass. “Well I was going to handle it myself. It’s not as if I asked you—”

“You shouldn’t have to lie about your relationship status.” He paused then continued. “Especially not to your friend so that she can date your boyfriend guilt-free.” Another pause. “That’s not how friendship works, last time I checked.”

So he had been listening when your spewed your life at him. “It’s not like that.” He lifted an eyebrow and you raised a hand in defence. “Tolkien wasn’t really my boyfriend and Nichole didn’t ask me for anything. I’m not like some sort of victim, I just want my friend to be happy.”

“By lying to her.” He added, dryly.

“Well yeah but-but-well she thinks we’re dating.” You blurted out. God the implications were painfully ridiculous. Too ridiculous to bare.

“Wasn’t that the point?”

“Yeah.” You nodded suddenly remembering the cup in your had. You took a sip of coffee. It was still warm. That conversation with Nichole couldn’t have lasted any longer than 5 minutes however it felt more like 5 years. “Yeah. I guess it was. Oh I’m Y/N L/N incase you still want to file that complaint. I’m with Brain—”

“I know who you are.”

“Oh.” Maybe he had looked you up then. You tried to imagine him combing through the different people working with this record company. Your headshot had been taken a while ago so it wasn’t exactly accurate anymore. Before you had become fully aware of what you were in for, when you actively tried to look good. Taming your hair better and actually taking your makeup off before going to bed. Before you were so sleep deprived it could honestly be a little life threatening. Before the thoughts that you may never actually be able to make it as a drummer.

“Okay.”

“I’m Clyde Donovan by the way.”

You burst into laughter. Essentially in his face. And then regretted it when you noticed his confused expression. As though he seriously thought you didn’t know who he was. As though he wasn’t one of the most popular solo artist of the century. The modesty was not at all like Clyde. You cleared your throat.

“Right. I know who you are do, Donovan.”

“You should probably call me Clyde.”

“Oh. Oh god no.” That would be too-that would be dead wrong. To you it felt like overstepping. He was such a superior to you it felt dead wrong. “I couldn’t—”

“If Nichole happens to be around.”

“Oh right.” That made sense. “Thank you, I hadn’t thought of that.” Or of anything else really. Your brain had stopped working properly 3 days ago when you decided kissing him to save your own ass was a good idea. “If that’s um okay with you. I’m going to go this whole thing is kind of stressful and—” if you were having it your way, you be at home, watching Ninja Warrior or RuPaul’s Drag race for the rest of the day while eating any junk you could find laying around your apartment.

He nodded, “I’ll walk you wherever your going.”

“God. I’m not that distraught.”

“In case we pass Nichole.”

“Oh.” It was, you had to admit, a really kid offer. Surprisingly so, since it came from Clyde “I’m too good for everyone” Donovan. You knew he was a dick. So you couldn’t quite fathom why today he was…not. He was actually being fairly kind. Maybe your own appalling behaviour was at blame since it made anyone look good in comparison. “Thanks but no need.”

You could tell he didn’t want to insist but did anyway. “I’d feel better if you let me walk you to where your going.”

“I don’t know where I’m going.” I had had the most drastic fuck up of my life it’s no wonder I’m a little disoriented. You didn’t bother adding.

“Well why did you come here?”

You fell silent for a moment before it finally came back to you. “Oh, I have a meeting for some music video.” You rolled your eyes at the mere thought of having to shoot a music video.

He opened his mouth. Then closed it. And opened it again.

You kissed that mouth, Y/N. And it was a good kiss.

“Well what floor?”

You shrugged. “Well what floor are we on now?” You’d definitely lost all your barring. You almost completely forgot where you ever were. It was only the midday and you’d completely lost it.

For the second time in a week, you’d been in an awkward predicament with Donovan and for the second time that week you couldn’t handle being around him a second long.

“I’ll see you around, okay?”

His cheats rose as he went to sight heavily. “Yeah. Okay.” Then the sigh. What sounded like disappointment?

It didn’t matter, the with that you got out of the room as fast as you could.

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#south park #bounded smau #clyde donovan #clyde donovan x reader #nichole daniels

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theway-itwas · 6 months ago

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20240820

the crazy part is, i knew this would happen.

every time i see her, it's like falling in love. it's like a slap in the face. i am reminded of what i've lost and what i could've had. what was at my fingertips, just close enough to touch and to feel. a foggy silhouette of what i want so desperately, but could and can never have. it's excruciating.

i know it's wrong. i know better. i know that having these thoughts still is wrong. but i can't help it. there's something tying me to her--chaining me to her, and it has since that day.

the funny part is, i began today with a mantra.

you do not feel it. you will not feel it. today will be different. you won't repeat the same mistakes..

and yet, here we are. just like the last time, and the time before that, and before that, it happened again. it always does. i end up here.

maybe i'm done. maybe i've just been going through the motions and i've really been out of this relationship for a long, long time now. why else would i feel this way about anyone else? why else would i be so desperately trying to find a way-any way-out? i need an excuse. i need an opening. i need an opportunity. but it never comes.

it's perfect. they're perfect, almost. they match me so well and they treat me so well and yet they ruin me. it feels like they trap me. i feel like a bird with its wings clipped. i feel like, if i stay with them, i will never be who i truly want to be.

and the new one, i like her too. or at least, i like the idea of her quite a lot. i need to talk to her. i want to. i want to explore the possibilities of having someone else. of what it might be like to have someone else.

but c? she's always the one at the back of my mind. every single time, i return to her. when i thought i was going to leave d just a couple weeks ago, what was my first thought? my first horrible, terrible, evil thought?

maybe now i can finally be with her.

and that is a sign that i am unhappy. that is a telltale sign that this isn't fair, to me or to them. that this isn't what i really want. it's hard to admit that, because i have so much love for them. i really, really do love them. but i don't know if i love them enough to spend the rest of my life with them.

none of this is fair.

what if a is better? what if c is who i'm meant to be with?

what if this is all a scam and true love isn't real and i'm searching for a feeling i will never have, but that's always been missing. that will always be missing.

maybe i just want what i can't have, and the chase is all i'll ever find fulfillment in.

and that's the hard part. i will never know unless i try. but i don't want to try, if it means being alone. if there's one thing i'm afraid of, infinitely more than the fear of never achieving this feeling that i've always longed for--it's being completely and utterly stranded.

i don't want to be alone.

but being with them feels like i still am.

my heart and my mind are playing this awful game together. they are at war. they enjoy it. i enjoy it. but i hate it at the same time.

i just wish i could be with her.

it enraged me to hear her talk about how someone else wronged her. i wanted to be able to show her that she's worth so much more than that. she's everything to me, and always has been.

is that weird? to feel jealous, possessive, protective over someone who has never been mine?

maybe at one point she wanted to be, but even then i lied. even then, i did just the same. should i tell her? would i even want to? would she want to know?

would it ruin things?

would it make things better?

maybe i should tell her.

it's all just so confusing. i hate this. i'm sorry.

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lamentingwclf · 10 months ago

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He expected this reaction to what he's placed in front of her - that she didn't lose just moments of her life, but almost eighty years of it. And, not for the first or last time, he wished it was Steve sitting here helping her through this. Because he'd gone through it himself, once, and had found a way to cope. Instead, she was stuck with Bucky - who was only just now managing to figure things out himself and has now been thrust back into the role of care taker because it's what she was expecting from him. Hell, maybe it should have made things easier, but it didn't. It was complicated, and messy, and he desperately wanted to run from the room and pretend none of it happened.

But he couldn't. He wouldn't.

Nor could he fully deal with her tears, which is why, in a moment of weakness, he reached out and placed a gloved hand over her bare one.

"I don't know how much to tell you." He admits, but it's not because S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to keep her in the dark, it's because he genuinely doesn't know what she can and can't handle. So he starts with the things she will be able to assume. "Your parents died in a car accident in 1947." It was his fault. "Your brothers weren't in the car." He knows because he remembers. But what happened to them, he didn't know, never looked himself out of guilt and fear. He never searched his own siblings to know their status, and never searched her. Up to this point, he had no idea what happened to Gwen Adler, and maybe he, too, assumed Harry had come home, they'd gotten married, had children of their own, and moved on.

"I'm assuming their death and the political unrest surrounding Arnim Zola caused you to be forgotten." He pauses for a moment as anger courses through his veins. No one knew Gwen had been part of an experiment aside form her parents and the doctor. Zola must have dropped the project when his war charges were dropped and a new test subject had presented itself: him.

Bucky's survival and the success of his recreated serum had taken the forefront. They'd equipped him with an experimental arm, trained, and tortured him. They pushed the limits of his body first, then his mind, then kept him in an updated version of the same tube on and off. But he reveals none of this, instead, just giving her enough.

"I did fall, into the Danube river." Which he still hates trains and heights because of it. "No one knew I survived, or how, for a long time; but it's because of my time in the camp in Austria. I had a run in with Zola...a recreated serum that just took a while to activate." This is where it gets tricky for Bucky, and each bit of information given next is stated carefully. But he knows a general rule for believable lies, keep details to a minimum and vague...he'd be lying to say he wasn't about to play on Gwen's own naivety. "I was found by a Soviet soldier and dragged back to a camp where I was kept until the end of the war. The details are a bit fuzzy from there. I have a lot of lost time, likely due to a head injury."

And he shrugs it off, "We can talk about it later, but right now, if you want to leave, you have to cooperate with someone. Why did your father get involved with Zola?"

The force of his voice causes her eyes to shut, and there's such a boom to it that it reminds her of Bucky's father and she can't help the way her body flinches. Her eyes open again to watch as one by one the men and women with guns disband from the room and it isn't until the man leaves the room before tears start to slip down her cheeks and that godforsaken chill comes back and it isn't long before her teeth are chattering.

Cloudy eyes fixate on the door when she hears the click of it, watching as the man approaches her again. Instantly her fear spikes, but she's too far under to try to run. A small noise leaves her as he goes for her wrist, though is surprised when she feels the release of the metal...and then the sweet warmth of the blankets as he tucks her into bed. How many times had Bucky done that to her and Steve in the past?

Her eyes stayed glued to him, they're heavy, and all she wants to do is sleep, but she hangs on. Her thoughts, for the first time since being awake, swirl around Bucky. Would this be how he looked if he'd had his life ripped mercilessly away from him. How he'd look as a husband? As a father? Would have he wanted children? Would he have married her? Would she have married him? She'd hoped she would now....a couple kids, nice house....and happiness back in her life.

Slowly the drugs begin to wear, but he finally then begins to speak and she wished they were back in her system. Immediately Gwen shakes her head, feeling more tears come. "Stop....stop it." But he continues and each memory is so sharp and painful that it feels like she can no longer take a breath. It's when he speaks about his mother that she finally realizes there is no faking who he is. She remembered the bandage on Winnifred's ear, she remembers the mark on their table. Bucky never told her, and she never asked. Rebecca once mentioned that her father cut her mother, but she never knew...she never knew how.

"Bucky?" Gwen chokes out, though this time there's no smile coming to her features this time. But he continues...and the information he gives her takes away what should have brought a blush to her cheeks. She never understood why in films the women always fainted when they were troubled. Personally, Gwen had never witnessed that in her life, and she wondered if that was just a dramatic action men decided women should have. And it made her mad....until now.

Instantly her head feels fuzzy, ears ringing loudly, and she breaks into a cold sweat. Somehow she crunches the numbers. 2024. It was 2024. Her father was 131 years old, her mother 125. Which meant her brothers- her brothers. A sound of horror leaves her lips and somehow Gwen manages to grab onto the rails. Harry. "Help me," she pleads, feeling more of the color drain from her cheeks.

Her breathing soon quickens and she turns her head to look back at him. "I-I know I don't deserve it....b-but I'm scared....I'm really really scared. Will you hold- will you hold my hand please?"

Finally the sobs come, knees coming to her chest as her head falls to them, her frail body heaving with each of the cries that echo throughout the room.

There's no telling how long she cries for, but her throat is raw, and she no longer hold her body up so she lets herself fall back against the mattress. "What happened?" Gwen chokes through tears. "My family- my brothers....oh God- w-what happened? I was- I was only supposed to be in until the war ended. They were supposed to come back. He was supposed to come back. Y-You- You fell....you fell from a train. You-" Her head shakes violently. "No. I-I want to go home. I would really really like to go home right now. I-I....I want my family- I want- please.....please."

#chamberedbeauty #s : no grave can hold my body down #q. the white wolf rests

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alwaysdjarin · 2 years ago

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Unholy

a Dave York x f!reader Series

Part 2 - Saphira

Part 1

RATING: Explicit 18+ ONLY. No Minors Please. My work is 18+.

Warnings: Dave York always comes with his own warning, soft!Dave, strip clubs, reader has blue eyes. {I think that’s it}

Words: ~1.1k

A/N: Thank you for all the kind reactions to part one. I really appreciate every like, reblog and comment. Here we go again. I think the story will get a bit more spicy in part three. Let’s see. ;-)

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You smile at the stranger in the hallway. His eyes roam over your body, of course, that’s what every man in this building does when he sees you. You hear him clear his throat when you approach him and he greets you with a „Hey!“

„Hey. Can I help you? Are you searching for someone?“ You study the man in front of you. His eyes are brown and deep, a prominent nose and a sharp clean shaven jaw. He is gorgeous, you have to admit, but something on him tells you to be careful. You notice how his gaze wanders over your features, his adams apple is bobbling in his throat. „Sir?“

His question if you want to have a drink with him caughts you offguard, even if it’s a question you hear almost every night you’re working here. And so you decide to give him your standard answer. You can see the disappointment in his eyes before you turn around and walk away from him. You feel his gaze on your back (or ass) long after you’re out of his sight.

You no longer pay any attention to the encounter when you come into your apartment and scrub the past hours of work off your body under the hot shower.

This night you dream about dark brown eyes and a low baritone you can’t quite remember the next day.

One week later

Daves week was a blurr. He had to concentrate at work, making plans for an upcoming job, writing reports and negotiate with „customers“. And all of this with one thing on his mind, you.

Friday couldn’t come fast enough and so Dave is back in the strip club you’re working at. His wife Carol and the girls staying with Carols sister this weekend, so nobody will know that he’s not at home. He’s sitting at the bar for almost two hours now and you’re nowhere to be seen. His frustration grows as he turns around to face the barkeeper.

„Hey big boy. Want another whiskey?“ The red haired woman behind the bar counter smiles at him but he’s just shaking his head.

„I need some information about one of the girls who’s working here. Maybe you can help me?“

The woman frowns. „Which one?“

Dave scratches the back of his neck. „I don’t know her name. She worked last Saturday, I saw her dancing on this stage.“ He describes how you looked but all he gets is a chuckle from the woman who faces him.

„Oh darling…there are over 30 women working in this club. Your description fits for every second one of them.“

Dave scoffs. What the fuck? No, there’s no way any of the other girls could match your beauty. „She…she told me that she doesn’t do private shows. Maybe this information minimizes the possibilities.“

But the woman behind the bar just laughs at him again. „What? I’m sorry to disappoint you, but every girl in this club does private shows. Even me, if you ask nice enough big boy.“

She leans over the counter so that her breast almost fall out of her top, her fingers brush his knuckles with a feather light touch. But Dave doesn’t even notice. He’s deep in his thoughts. You lied to him. You told him that you don’t dance for anybody in private, but that was a lie. Why did you do that? Did he scared you? Or maybe it was because you were on your way home?

The flirty barkeeper straightens her back and and yells over Daves shoulder. „Hey honey! How 'ya doing? Maybe you can help this sweetheart over here. He’s searching for one of the girls.“

Dave sighs and turns around, he’s willing to give up, maybe he will come back tomorrow, have one drink and try his luck aga—

He feels like he gets hit by a truck the moment he realizes who’s standing in front of him. It’s you. Your hair in a messy ponytail, wearing a loose shirt and leggins, your bag sling over your shoulder.

You do a double take, seemingly reminding him from last week. You both just look at each other for some seconds, Dave forgets how to breathe.

A shy smile forms on your lips. „Hi?“ you ask.

Dave takes a deep breath. Talk to her you idiot!

„You! YOU! I mean…I was searching for you!“

David Christopher York! What is your fucking problem?

You’re looking down at your feet and play with the hem of your shirt. Shy! That’s it! You’re shy. Dave thinks and can’t fight the warmth growing in his chest because that is so adorable. You’re eyes meet his gaze again before you speak. „Sooo…I think you found me. But I have to work now and as I told you already, I’m not supposed to drink with our customers.“

A chuckle from behind Dave catches your attention and Gina, the woman behind the bar exposes your lie again. „That’s a rule that no one follows.“

Dave turns his face back to you and you manage to give Gina a warning look before his hopeful gaze meets you again. You sigh „But I’m the main act tonight. I will be on stage at least an hour. It’ll get late and—“ „No problem!“ Dave interrupts you. „I have time. I’ll wait for you if you want me to.“

Your gaze goes to Gina who’s standing behind Dave. She nods enthusiastically and you have to suppress a laugh. „O-okay. One drink. But NOT here. I don’t want to see these titties in my free time.“ You wave your hands around and laugh. An honest laugh, even if it’s full of nervousness. But Dave recognizes directly. The way you sound, the small cute crinkles around your eyes. God, he never want to forget this.

He laughs with you. He didn’t expect this kind of joke from you. Not after your shy attitude from before. He nods. „Of course! Everywhere you want. No titties in your free time. I get it.“

You give him a shy wink before you leave in the direction of your dressing room and Dave turns back around to the bar counter where Gina already serves him a whiskey with a mischievous smile.

„What’s her name?“ Dave asks.

„Saphira. It’s her artist name here.“

„Saphira?“

„Yeah.“ Gina nods. „It’s because of her eyes.“

And then Dave understands. Your eyes are blue. The most beautiful blue he has ever seen. Like a sapphire, one of the most precious gemstones in the world. How fitting.

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luveline · 3 years ago

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summer shower [Fred Weasley x reader]

Summary: Fred makes your asthma play up.

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, friends-to-lovers, pining, mutual pining

word count: 1.3k

When you were just turning 21 years old, you met a boy. He was in his third year to your second of university, funny as could be, and beautiful.

Fred Weasley was a man of many secrets, which you'd come to accept the longer you'd known him. You had no idea where he was from, where his parents lived, or even if he had any family. You didn't know where he'd gone to school before this. You certainly didn't know why he liked pumpkin pie so much!

There were many things you did know.

His eyes turned from brown to almost black in the sun, superheated and lovely. He squinted one eye against the sun when you lounged in the courtyards in an endearing attempt to always keep an eye on your face. He never crushed flowers when he walked and he always trapped spiders in a cup with a piece of card instead of killing them, seeming endlessly bemused at the small creatures.

It was a warm summers day. You were trying your hardest not to smile as he lay in the grass. Your friends had all departed, claiming headaches and essays that needed to be submitted, though you thought these were all just white lies to allow you some alone time.

It didn't matter. No amount of free time would finish the game between the two of you. Well, you hoped it was a game: Fred pretended he didn't fancy you and you pretended you didn't fancy him.

You shared a tenderness with him that was unlike any relationship in your life.

He was smirking up at you.

"What?" You asked, pouting playfully.

"You look like you're trying to solve world hunger," he said through a grin.

You shook your head, fixing your gaze back down on the book in your lap.

"Maybe one day," you said without looking up.

Fred laughed. It was a perfect laugh, infectious and happy. You smiled despite your best efforts not to.

The pages were thin between your fingers, almost a thousand condensed into a 3 inch textbook for your course. The tip of your pencil rested against the page, though sometimes it felt appropriate to bring it to your mouth, contemplative. Fred watched silently as you underlined and questioned the subject, only quirkiness an eyebrow as your frustration became obvious.

"I don't understand," you admitted finally, "how that is relevant to anything. Look at this!"

You poked your pencil angrily at the figure in question. Fred's eyebrows creased as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Doll, you know I don't understand a lick of it."

You sighed, closing the textbook mournfully. It didn't surprise you that Fred couldn't understand, you couldn't understand and you were actually taking the course for the last two and a half years. He was doing a completely different subject.

You threw yourself down flat, much too close to where Fred himself lay on the grass, knocking the air out of your lungs. You tried not to get too wound up, worried any agitation would cause a flare up.

You'd had a very bad asthma attack only a few days ago and had spent a day or two feeling very fragile and sorry for yourself. You didn't want a repeat.

The grass was cold and a little damp from the early morning dew.

You nibbled at your lip, searching the sky for something it couldn't give.

Fred was watching you.

"Oh my god! What do you want, you hooligan?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "You looked at me."

"You were looking at me!"

"Doesn't sound true. Falsehoods of such a nature are unkindly and uncouth."

"You're uncouth!"

"Yeah?" Fred asked, eyes hot.

Your mouth dried up. He was especially tempting like this, looking all homegrown and hand spun. His hair was lightened by the sun cover, strawberry blonde against his tanned and freckled face. Tanned now only after months of suffering sun burn miserably.

"I know what you're thinking." He said. You paid close attention to his mouth.

"Which is?"

"How did I get to be so devilishly handsome? Honestly, it's a question I ask myself often."

You withheld the urge to turn your face into the earth and scream.

He wasn't entirely wrong. You had been thinking about his good looks.

"How did you know?" You asked. You'd tried for bravado, for sarcasm, but it came out wrong. A little too sincere. You cleared your throat.

Fred pushed up onto an elbow so that he was looking down into your face. He studied the slope of your nose and the laugh lines you'd slowly gathered since meeting him. He reached forward, too slowly, to place the pads of his fingers gently on your cheek. You could pinpoint the exact moment he rested his palm on your skin.

He smiled gently. You beamed.

"Can I ask you something?"

You tried to read his face, preemptively guess the question.

"When do you ask my permission?"

"It's the kind of thing that requires two consenting parties."

Your mouth quirked into a waiting grin. Fred's ears grew red.

"Not that."

"Fred Weasley, embarassed. Somebody call the news."

He didn't answer, pushing the hair out of your face in a repetitive motion that sent tingles down your spine and a hot flush to your tummy.

You tried not to read into it, closing your eyes against the waves of excitement and happiness roiling through you. You didn't permit yourself to think of what it meant, because what else could it mean? Friends don't do the things you both did. Friends didn't gaze down into your face with unspoken feelings.

You lay there for some time, the excitement slowly turning to bone deep contentment, feeling yourself drift into an almost sleep. The breeze was soft and sweet, the ground beneath you cushioned by grass, and the handsome man hovering above you only sweetened the deal.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm," you said, tilting your chin to prompt him to continue.

"Will you look at me a second?

You opened your eyes obligingly.

"I wanted to ask you, do you -"

He cut himself off, peering up into the sky. You frowned, only to feel the unwelcome spatter of heavy sudden rain drops on your face.

You gasped, rushing to collect all of your things into your bag. Your textbook was already dampening by the time you'd fit it all. Fred pulled you up and began to run. You followed, laughing and struggling to be heard over the summer shower.

By the time you reached his dorm building, both of you were breathing hard. Fred said something through a laugh. You struggled to answer, hands on your knees.

"Y/N?"

Despite having asthma all your life and suffering many attacks, each time felt just as urgent and scary as the first.

Your eyes filled with tears.

"You're okay! You're okay. Where's your pump, huh? In your bag?"

He didn't wait for an answer, reaching into your bag as you gasped, though insistent on leaving one arm on your arm. The pressure was reassuring.

You tried to manage your breathing as you always did, gasping and gasping and gasping.

"Here, princess. Open up," Fred said.

You covered the hand he held your inhaler with your own, clamping down on his hand so hard you could feel the fine bones under his skin.

It took a while for you to settle down, thought this attack wasn't anywhere as bad as the one you'd had days ago.

"My hero," you coughed out, lungs aching.

Fred grimaced. "I'll always rescue you, my femme fatale."

"Misogynist."

"You have paper lungs, my love."

"That I do, Freddie. That I do."

Fred rubbed your back, insisting on carrying you up the steps to his dorm room. If you acted much more frail than you felt, it was nobodies business but yours and Fred's.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley #fred #x reader #reader insert #friends to lovers #mutual pining #harry potter imagine

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enchantestuff · 3 years ago

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miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened)

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just�� he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.

#Charles leclerc imagine #Charles Leclerc x reader #forumla 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #angst #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #Charles Leclerc smut #charles leclerc smut #formula 1 smut

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tartglias · 4 years ago

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almost falling (headcanons)

characters: scaramouche and xiao

warnings: VIOLENCE. i’m 98% sure i kept it slight but just in case don’t read if you’re sensitive please!!

request: “Anyway, so I'm requesting for Xiao and Scaramouche (fitting, they're sadists HAHA) their s/o (separate) is about to be thrown off the balcony after someone pushed them and hit the railings and they're about to hang on edge of their life. The boys just came back after whatever mission or errand they finished and saw the blasphemous attempt of a masochist (because how DARE they attempt such on their s/o?) Trying to kill their love. They sprinted or used their powers to get to them and stopped calamity from unraveling (sorta) into their world. Yes add some Overprotectiveness and probs them hunting to rip that masochist's head if it's not too much. Headcanons pls--“

[a/n: i loved this headcanon and i knew what you write from the start (which i never do lol), but the mental gymnastics i had to do to find the vocabulary omg... i can’t say i’m a big fan of how this turned out because of that]

•••••

Scaramouche

Scaramouche had to do some business in Mondstadt, and since you wanted to visit your friend Amber, why not accompany him? It took a while to convince him since he usually doesn’t like the idea of mixing his personal and work lives, but he has a soft spot for you, believe it or not. Not that he would ever admit it.

Before he left you to do your things, he made you promise to meet him at the Good Hunter after an hour, on the dot. He had a busy schedule, but he still wanted to treat you lunch so you excitedly agreed by kissing his cheek and nodding.

After the meeting, he hoped to see you sitting down at one of the tables waiting for him, but instead, he saw no one. “I thought I made myself clear about punctuality” he thought.

“Did you see my partner? They’re about this height tall, *hair color* and probably accompanied by some friend called Amber?” he asked the girl that took orders at the Good Hunter, with a very obvious fake smile. “Not really, I’m sorry” she said, giving an apologetic look, which quickly turned into a frown. “Although, I thought Outrider Amber was out on a mission today. She even ordered some food supplies this morning, are you sure your partner was with her?”

He took a moment to think. He knows you were meeting with Amber because you kept rambling about how you haven’t seen her in forever and you wanted to surprise her. He can’t recall a time when you lied to him, either. Something about having an honest and open relationship with him, so you couldn’t have lied. And you wouldn’t leave the city without informing him, either.

So he decided to scratch out the possibility of having to search you through all Mondstadt. Then, he nodded towards the girl and left without saying a word.

Walking through the city, he paid attention to details. Something was off, he was sure of it.

After a while, he heard a yell. At first he wasn’t going to do anything about it, it’s not his problem plus he still has to find you. But when he realized the owner of the voice yelled “Leave me alone!”, he knew it was you. He ran towards the origin of the sound and found out that you were on top of the wall that protected Mondstadt.

He climbed as fast as he could and when he got to the top, his blood boiled at the sight.

A big tall man was holding your arms tightly, and then pushed you to the edge. Your back hit the railing and you let out a pained yell. You saw the man approach you with intentions of pushing you again, but before you could lift your arms to protect yourself, you heard thunder.

“You heard them, leave them alone. Now” you heard Scaramouche say. The atmosphere became dark and tense very quick, making a shiver go down your spine.

The man let out a short laugh. “You can’t intimidate me so easily. They were mine first, I’m just reclaiming my property”

Oh boy

“I don’t think you heard me, stupid. Leave them alone, now. Or I’ll make sure you suffer the most painful and slow tortures ever imagined. I have a whole book I want to test out anyways, you know.” Scaramouched threatened, and when you saw the look on his face, you gasped. You never saw him like that

He had a creepy smile, no, it was the smile of a sadist, actually. Small thunders came out of his fingers, and by each second, they grew stronger. You noticed that the man started shaking, now reconsidering everything. Scaramouche tilted his head a bit and let out a laugh. “You don’t want to play anymore?”

The man quickly left, or more like ran for his life without sparing you a second glance. You dropped down to the floor and noticed the sky get clearer, and so did the sound of thunder. You were still teary-eyed and overwhelmed from the situation with the man, but you lifted up your head to see a calmer Scaramouche.

You didn’t notice before, but his purple eyes were sparkling with pink thunder, and once he kneeled down in front of you, they turned back to their original color.

He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close and away from the edge. “Are you alright, my beloved?” he asked you, a hint of concern filling his face. “Now I am. Scaramouche... I never saw you like that” you said, holding his hands that previously let out sparks and thunder.

You heard him sigh. “I lost control. Your scream and then seeing you almost falling... it made me snap. I can’t lose you.”

You kissed him, hoping that this way he can understand that you’re not scared of him and also reassuring him you’re not going anywhere either.

“You scared him for life” you said once you pulled away, laughing slightly. “I’ll scare him for eternity because he won’t be alive after I catch him”

Xiao

He told you numerous times to call his name if you ever found yourself in trouble. Even if it’s just a whisper, a thought even, you just have to say “Xiao” and he would drop whatever he was doing to come to rescue you.

In full honestly, you thought you could handle things on your own. You didn’t need him to come to rescue you, unless a very real danger was knocking on your door. Which unfortunately, leads to this situation.

Moments earlier, you were at the top floor of the inn, waiting for Xiao to come back. Everything was normal, until you noticed two suspicious looking men approach you. At first, you didn’t think much of it since adventurers often ask you for certain locations or roads. But this thought quickly changed when one of them came from behind, a little too close for your liking, before covering your mouth with his hand.

“A little birdie told us you’re close to an adeptus” one of the two men said, standing in front of you with a smug smile. “We need a favor”

It happened very quick, you were fighting for your life as you screamed and tried to kick the man holding you down. You almost succeeded, if it wasn’t for the other man in front of you. He held your arms tightly and pushed you towards the edge, you lost your balance and tripped over it, but quickly managed to grab onto the railing.

“Go on. Call the adeptus for help, we’ll love to have a small chat with-“ the man started saying, but got cut off by a strong wind that made him trip over. It was Xiao.

His eyes immediately landed on you, you were trying so hard to lift yourself up but you were slowly slipping. You weren’t going to last much longer and rage filled both his body and mind almost instantly.

How dare they lay a finger on you to get to him? “Worthless. Pathetic. Stupid.” he muttered each time he hit the men, until knocking them out. His eyes went back to you, and he immediately sprinted towards the railing.

But he was late

Your hands that desperately tried to grip the railing and lift yourself up were red and they hurt, and just when he was about to extend his hand for you to take, you slipped and fell.

You thought it was over, truly. You yelled out Xiao’s name as you tried to get hold of anything that could possibly prevent you from hitting the ground, but you were far away and the floor was coming closer and closer. You closed your eyes, ready to face your end.

But that end didn’t come, and you found yourself wrapped in Xiao’s arms while strong winds surrounded you, keeping you from hitting the ground abruptly. Once his feet touched the floor, you heard a faint sigh of relief from him.

Now on the ground, you dropped to the floor while you sobbed in Xiao’s arms, suddenly very aware of how close you came to meeting death. He kept you close to his body, as if you’re gonna slip away from him again. He faced many monsters and wrath in his life, but he never felt as scared as he did at the moment.

“I’m sorry” Xiao muttered out once your crying calmed down. Drying your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, you looked at him questioningly. “You almost died because they were after me”

This made you cry more

He was kind of confused? Why were you crying again?

“Xiao you don’t have to apologize because its not your fault at all and you also saved me! I should apologize for not being careful and tripping!” you sobbed again. “But it’s not your fault either...” he whispered as he patted your head, not sure how to calm you down.

Xiao doesn’t kill humans, but nothing is going to stop him from making hilichurls, mages, and other monsters appear in the way of these two men. He’s going to make them pay (indirectly)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche scenarios #scaramouche imagines #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao scenarios #xiao imagines

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 4 years ago

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Graveyard Siblings (4)

I am sorry for not posting in a while. School is a total bitch. Here is part 4 of a fic that is not a fic.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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Tall Marinette.(I admit I might be projecting a little here.)

One day, she took out something from someplace high and the whole family realized that ‘holy shit when did you get so tall?’

Bonus if Jason comes back from a long mission and had a wtf moment because she was wearing 6-inch-heels and met his eyes with them on.

“Pixie?!”

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You know how Bruce has the identity of Matches Malone to infiltrate the Gotham Underground.

While Jason does the drug deals more street crime stuff, Maria uses an excuse of being the representative for Red Hood excuse to mingle with the rich people who does crime on the side (Penguin), she uses it to go to black market auctions and buy some of the lost miraculouses which got into the hands of black market dealers.

Jason knows about it and acts as her ‘bodyguard’ anytime he can or sends one of his henchmen to be one with a death threat if she gets a single scratch on her.

Bruce is unaware of this. Or is he?

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Mari helps with running WE since she is a little less busy with the vigilante side of things.

It started with Tim panicking about deadlines and Mari offering to help, to Bruce and Tim bullying the board to have her as co-CEO.

She has to be that and head of Afterlife. So she is very busy. Doesn’t know about what comes next….

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Somehow the class comes to Gotham for a trip. It has been 3 years since her death.

Mari has changed her appearance since the day she left Paris. She has highlights in her hair after a ‘sibling bonding day’ with Jason. Her hair is kept short for convenience and not in pigtails. Along with her tall height and more confident aura, she is almost unrecognizable.

She rides a motorcycle too.

The class waits in the lobby for the tour and in walks this badass woman with aviator sunglasses, leather jacket and designer clothes which was all MT brand, making a lot of people swoon.

She takes off her glasses and walks past the class. Checking stuff on her phone and sipping coffee in her other hand.

She seems familiar but they couldn’t figure out why. (All except Chloe, Alix and Felix who are snickering in the background.)

Lila sees her and comments on how she must be a criminal with the way she dresses. (Lila internally freaks out because were her eyes messing with her? Because she looked a little like Marinette. Also jealous of the new arrival for stealing all the attention.) Alya takes the bait and calls security to ‘arrest’ her.

They just laugh. The class doesn’t understand, speaking in confused French.

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“I am Maria Todd-Wayne, also known as designer MT. CEO of Afterlife and co-CEO of the very company you are in. I am allowed in here. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” she said in perfect French.

“But Lila told us you can’t speak French.”

“Who?”

“Lila Rossi, your friend. She told us that you and MT were dating.”

“Me dating myself. Okay I love myself because self-love is a thing but that is a whole other level. MT are my initials. Anyone who has a brain could have figured that out or at the very least do a Google search. I am not sure where your friend got that notion.”

“Hey, Bean, come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Tim reminded her.

“Goodbye but cease the rumours or you would be escorted off the premises.”

As they rode up the elevator, “Tim, why are they here?”

“They are the lucky winners of the Wayne Enterprise Young Prodigies Contest. Why, Maria?”

“Lucky, huh.” She muttered under her breath. She might as well tell him. They are the Bats and they will find out anyway. “They are from my old class, the one you know…”

“Oh. Want me to send them back? I can do that if they are making you uncomfortable.”

“Nah. Too much to deal with. And it is unfair to send them back over a petty grudge. Besides, I could have some fun.”

“Anything that Bruce and I should be worried about?”

“I swear no killing. Just because Jason came back from the dead, hell-bent on killing. Doesn’t mean I am too.”

“Cool, just don’t do any property damage or traumatize our employees.”

“I might need you to erase some footage later and tell Bruce about this.”

“Some brownies, my favourite coffee cake, the ‘special’ brew and you have yourself a deal.”

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So basically she just showed up around where the class was ‘by coincidence’.

Talk to a few people and take them out of earshot of the rest of the class.

End the conversation by saying a few things only they and her would know. Insides jokes and secrets. (I pick her old childhood friends like, Nino, Kim and maybe Sabrina)

Uses Trixx to turn into a walking dead version of her 15-year old self and disappears as they freak out about how she knew that secret/story.

Freaks them out further by appearing again in front of the whole class and pretending not to know their previous conversation.

Mari manages to get Lila alone.

I should also say that Lila thought that her curse was making her see MT as Marinette.

It terrifies Lila when she finds out that MT is actually Marinette, not dead but alive after all this time and apparently living the high life she wanted. This fact made the Italian swell up with jealousy.

“I hope you are not lying about me again, Lila Rossi. Like you always do.”

“What do you want with me? I swear I didn’t say anything else about you.”

“Aw, Lila. Don’t recognize me?”

Maria flickers and Ladybug is in her place and later, the Marinette that appeared in her bedroom and back to normal.

“You! How? Why are you here? Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“Why not? I mean you did take away nearly all my friends, my parents and made my life a living hell. If you think about it, I am just repaying you the same favor. How are the others? Treating you well?”

“What did you do to me, you bitch?”

“I just put a curse on you. The ghosts of your past will haunt you until you stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop Lying, Liar. They all feed and grow in power from your lies. I wonder what would happen in a few years if you kept this up.”

“You think you can get away with this. This is war and I have already beaten you once.”

“Oh Rossi. This isn’t a war. It’s a death sentence.” With that she disappears.

Lila tries to tell her class that MT is actually Marinette. She is met with crazy looks. Some of them look like they want to believe her but don't because they don’t want to look crazy too.

Oh. Adrien wasn’t on the trip because his mother didn’t want him to go to the crime capital of America although the crime rate has gone down a little due to Hellbat curing some of the city’s bad energy..

Right after Lila told the class about MT, Scarecrow came to steal some Wayne tech and the class got caught in the crossfire. So later, it was brushed off as Lila seeing things due to the fear toxins.

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Joker made the mistake of kidnapping her. Once was enough to never try that again.

(It involved the use of nearly all of the Miraculouses, old and new. He was thoroughly humiliated at the end of it and his picture by the time Hellbat was done with him was on the Batfam’s Christmas Card. Like I said she doesn’t kill but making them beg for death was okay.)

It coincided with Jason’s Birthday and the video of the incident was ‘the best birthday present ever.’ The uncensored version was watched at the next undead siblings bonding day. Damian included.

After hearing a few rumours about what happened, most criminals were glad for Hellbat’s rare appearances. (which happens once a month and during really busy time of the year)

There was a time where Penguin was carrying out one of their plans and when Hellbat showed up, all of their thugs surrendered instantly. (No Batman did not pout at the fact that this French girl was more imitating than him.)

Scarecrow used his newest batch of fear toxin on her during the first year after she died.

He was astounded to see her still standing and she later proceeded to beat the crap out of him while being under the toxin’s influences.

He has tried to stay out of her way since then.

She saw Scarecrow as Hawkmoth and said a lot of things in French which scared everyone because she said it with so much hate, anger and in a very menacing tone that everyone is like ‘I am not touching this.’

It took Red Hood and Nightwing to restrain her from further beating Scarecrow up.

He was one of the people who sympathised with the Joker after the Incident.

The next was Riddler being so arrogant in his plans and managed to get Hellbat and Spoiler into a death trap.

“You know I have a few regrets in life. And my final one is that I got captured and am now going to get killed by a walking fashion disaster.”

“Hey! I made this myself. I will have, you know.”

“You have a brilliant mind but no sense of fashion at all. When I get out of here, I am going to burn that thing with you in it, for your crimes against fashion.”

“What is wrong with it?”

Cue a lot of roasting of Riddler’s costume and Spoiler adding more fuel to the fire.

They manage to escape while Riddler is crying on the floor, having an existential crisis.

The thing was no one knows why Riddler was silent the entire week after encountering Hellbat and crying when anyone mentions it.

They now think Hellbat is the scariest one in the Batfamily, second to Batman and tied with Black Bat/Orphan.

The few who find out what really happened in the warehouse that night. Blackmail material on the Riddler.

Three ( four if you count Penguin) of Gotham’s biggest villains of the Rogues Gallery scared of Bats’ newest addition. Hellbat was not someone they wanted to mess with.

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Magic crisis stuff. Like a world ending event thing. Dr. Fate says they need the Miraculous jewels but the last mention of them had been in Paris a few years ago and had vanished since then.

Costantine looked at Batman. “You know who you have to call.”

Batman calls Hellbat. Who hasn’t been introduced yet to the JL.

“Ah. Bats. Not that I question your authority or anything but how can your newest ‘ward’ help us?”

She takes off her helmet and reveals her face and more importantly, her earrings.

Tikki comes out of her hiding place.

“I am the current Guardian of the Miracle Box and wielder of the Ladybug miraculous during Hawkmoth’s reign in Paris a few years ago. Any other Questions?”

“Oh great Guardian. Tikki. It is an honour to meet you.”-Wonder Woman, who else.

“You too, Princess Diana. Pass on my regards to your mother.”-Tikki

A huge face-off and the big evil is defeated.

WW asks abt HM and gives a horrified face at the end of her story. Nearly everyone who eavesdropped on the conversation was.

"Forgive me, Guardian for not aiding you in your hour of need.”

“It’s okay. I understand that there are other crises, world-ending ones that JL have to take care of. I am better now. Mostly.”

“I doubt it with those revenge schemes I found lying around. But she is getting there with her therapist.”-Batman

“I hate you, Dad.”

“Did you just call him Dad?”

“No….”

“Do you see me as a father figure?”

“I see you as a nuisance with how nosy you are with my personal business. So you are more of a bother figure.”

“I see you as part of the family too, Daughter.” (Got that reference anyone?)

“Jason was the one who adopted me.”

“Legally you are adopted by me.”

Maria with Pikachu surprised face because nobody told her that. “My life is a lie.”

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(Part 5)

#graveyard sibling #platonic jasonette #maribat #mlb x dc #platonic daminette #platonic timinette #some class salt #lila salt #lila bashing #joker doesn't look good here either #platonic! jasonette #siblings jasonette #platonic timminette #marinette and stephanie teaming up to rip into Riddler's costume

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noteguk · 4 years ago

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white lies | teaser 1: you | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is one of two teasers for my upcoming fic (White Lies) which will be posted on July 5th. The second teaser, following Jungkook’s pov, will come out next Monday!

— contents and warnings (for the teaser); no major warnings for the teaser, kinda angsty but not really, athlete!jungkook x reader, college au, childhood best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, heavy simping content, actually a good warning would be jk being all sweaty and shirtless

— words; 1,3k

The sun was a merciless god above you, sending its scorching waves down onto the open field, burning on your scalp and inducing the sweat that dripped down your neck. Even with your palm shielding your vision, you were still having a hard time following the movement of the ball amongst the players, a low buzzing sound in your ears muffling their excited exclamations. It wasn’t even summer, but it surely felt like it.

Maybe you were having a heat stroke, you thought, but quickly disregarded the idea. It wasn’t impossible, but you had just come out of a long hibernation period near the lockers, where a large shadow mingled with a cool breeze, relieving you of that free trial of Death Valley. Still, it wasn’t all good, and you certainly would’ve rather been inside an acclimatized environment with a bucket of ice cream than to be treated like a piece of meat in a barbecue. You would’ve left a long time ago if it wasn’t for him.

There was no excuse inside your head that didn’t sound like you were simping hard — because, even though it was a difficult pill to swallow, it was the truth. Yeah, maybe it was a nice gesture for you to stick around until Jungkook got his much-deserved break, maybe it was super nice of you to make sure his water bottle was freezing cold for when the time came. There was no reason he couldn’t do that by himself, though, and he had the rest of his teammates to spend his break with. You were just simping. And acting like a complete clown because of it.

Two sharp whistles interrupted their practice, their coach signaling that it was time for a break. You breathed out in alleviation for exactly two seconds before you saw Jungkook jogging in your direction, and then your nervousness picked right back up.

It was so unfair how dazzlingly handsome he looked that you wanted to go up to heaven and have a very heated argument with whoever thought it was a good idea to send that level of perfection down to Earth. He even looked like those scenes in Shrek in which Prince Charming is moving in slow motion, his luscious hair to the wind and a striking smile on his face — okay, maybe you were having a heat stroke.

“What’s up?” He asked, a little out of breath, as he reached you. At some point amongst your catastrophe of horny thoughts, you had reached for his bottle, and were now handing it to him. “Thanks. You look sweaty.”

You scoffed. “If I'm sweaty, I don’t know what makes you.”

Jungkook squeezed the bottle, sending a squirt of water directly into his open mouth. Did you stare at his jawline and the muscles on his neck for a little too long? Absolutely. But he didn’t have to know that. “Yeah, fair enough.” He brushed the back of his hand against his mouth. “Coach went insane today— Did you bring something to eat?”

You nodded, reaching for your backpack. The bench next to you was covered with your scattered notes, most of which you didn’t even have the attention span to go through. Midterms suck hard enough as it is, but you just had to make it worse by accompanying Jungkook during his practice. “Yeah, I noticed that,” you mumbled, miraculously finding a couple protein bars in your backpack — who were you kidding? You had put them there because of him. “Any reason for it?”

Jungkook shrugged, taking one of the bars. He looked out to the field as his hands worked on unwrapping it, a deep frown covering his face. He looked so gorgeous with his dark, sweaty hair pushed back that you almost didn’t compute his following words. “My fault, probably. Left early last time.” He shoved the bar inside his mouth before he could speak any further, his sparkling eyes growing wide at the taste. “Hm! This is great, by the way.”

Uneasy, you shifted around on your seat. From the corners of your eyes, you could see the silhouettes of his teammates walking around the field, looking like ghosts. You wondered if Jungkook didn’t prefer talking to them instead. “Wait, you said that you all got sent home early,” you said.

Jungkook chuckled like a nervous kid. “Hm, yeah. Kind of,” he admitted, unable to meet your gaze. “Didn’t want to make you mad. Besides, it was much more fun hanging out with you.”

Through the years, you had become a pro at pretending that his random praises didn’t get to you — mostly through minor bursts of frustration. “You’re such an idiot, you could’ve just waited another hour.” You slapped his shoulder lightly, which only made him laugh harder. “Do you know if it’s going to take long today? I kinda have a test on Friday and it’s hard to review out here. You know, for that class I’m basically failing already.”

He shrugged. “No idea. You can leave if you want.” Jungkook returned the water bottle to you, along with the bar he didn’t eat. “I have a date later so I’ll have to rush home, anyways. You can take a break at being my personal cheerleader for the day.”

That was the moment that you wished that he had stabbed you in the chest instead, considering he had caused much more damage with his casual words alone. It wasn’t the first (nor the last) date that Jungkook had, but they all felt like it; they all surprised and hurt you all the same. Maybe it was your own fault for building up some hopeful expectations that, deep down, your feelings were mutual. Maybe it was time to snap out of that alternate reality you had created in the name of your own comfort, and search for someone else.

“Who are you going out with?” Your voice was normal, controlled, not at all equivalent to the shattering of your heart.

Problem was: there wasn't someone else.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, oscillating his stare away from yours. “You don’t know her, and I—”

Two sharp whistles (which now sounded so merciful) interrupted his excuses. Jungkook took a dumbfounded glimpse at his teammates, soon meeting the pissed off look in his coach’s face.

“Already? Fuck,” he complained, hand grabbing his shirt and using it to dry the sweat on his forehead. If your heart weren’t in shambles, you probably would’ve enjoyed the view of his abs in full display for three glorious seconds, before his team shirt fell back into place. “I think you should go home and rest, ___.” Jungkook started to jog away, raising his voice so you could hear it. “I’ll text you about how it went later, alright? And don’t get a heat stroke!”

“Okay,” your voice was a soft little thing, and you knew he hadn’t heard it. Jungkook was already halfway across the field, his back turned to you and the large number ten bouncing on his back. “Have fun.”

You took a deep breath, hands working to put your notes on a neat pile. The smell of fresh grass was intoxicating, making you a bit dizzy as you got up to your feet. You let his water bottle in the corner of the bleachers, where there was a small shadow, and went home.

#bts fic #jungkook fic #bts x you #bts x reader #reader insert #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #smut #fluff #angst #bts smut #Jungkook smut

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mydearlybeloathed · 3 years ago

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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

In Which Ondine Breaks a Promise

“Don't worry. No one’s gonna run your girlfriend off.”

“She's not my–she’s not my girlfriend.”

Word Count: 2121

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Female OC

The last thing Liam expected that morning was to be pulled into a musty broom closet by Ondine Beck. But when his eyes adjusted to darkness he found himself nose-to-nose with her. Her hands rested on his forearms, holding onto him like she was scared he’d run away.

“Hey,” he said a little breathlessly. She didn’t reply, her eyes searching his face. For a stupid moment, Liam was scared she was going to kiss him, then she reached behind him and flipped the light switch.

They both winced at the sudden light, but Ondine recovered quickly and got to her point. She was still holding him close. “Liam, I need to tell you something weird. Crazy even. But I don’t think you’ll think it's crazy because I think that you’ll understand and maybe your friends will understand and then maybe they can help me but my mom told me not to talk to you—but I don’t want to not talk to you.”

All Liam could do was blink. “I think that’s the longest sentence you've ever said. Like, ever.”

Ondine squeezed his arms as a frustrated look crossed her face. “Shut up… just don’t freak out.”

He nodded immediately, before he looked around and realized once again that they were standing in a broom closet. Liam tilted his head a bit with a thoughtful frown. “You said your mom doesn’t want you to talk to me? Why? I didn’t do anything, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” she said, seeming to choose her words carefully. “But I think another werewolf did, and now she doesn’t trust any of them.”

Liam backed away from her as much as he could, which wasn’t much in the cramped closet. His reaction made Ondine wince, and she let her arms fall to her sides. “I meant to say that a little more carefully.”

“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Ondine said matter-of-factly. “Listen, I want to talk to Scott. I wanna know if… if werewolves are really as evil as my mother says.”

“We’re not,” Liam answered, meeting the girl’s gaze quickly. The way her eyes were pleading with him to not run away made him calm down a bit. “So what are you guys? The others and I figured your family isn’t human, but we can’t figure out what you are.”

She avoided his eyes, turning a bucket over and sitting on it. Biting her nails, she stood up again and kicked the bucket aside. Not even a second later she pulled it back over and sat back down. Her restlessness was putting Liam on edge, and as she prepared to stand once again he gripped her shoulders and shook her slightly.

“Ondine, you're freaking me out.”

“You said you wouldn't freak out!”

“I lied!”

With a huff of annoyance she decided to just spit it out. “We’re sirens.”

It came out as a whisper. She was shaking slightly, like admitting it had sent a shock through her.

Liam listened to her heart beat like Scott had taught him to; she wasn’t lying. And then he was hit with another wave of confusion. “Siren? Like a mermaid?”

“No, idiot. Like the bird women from Greek mythology.” She grabbed his hands from her shoulders, holding them in front of her. “I literally just learned all of this last night, and I don't understand any of it. But I do understand that there's a Dead Pool with my name on it. I’d like to see it.”

“Yeah, okay. Done. But—how did you not know you’re a siren until yesterday?” That question had been bothering him for a while. Why would her family not tell her she’s not human?

Ondine raked a hand through her hair and stared at the floor. “There’s a tradition that we’re not supposed to find out what we are until we turn sixteen. That’s when we come of age and go through this weird metamorphosis thing.”

“When do you turn sixteen?”

“Next week.”

“So… what? On your birthday you’ll turn into a bird lady?”

“Pretty much.” Ondine tried to laugh it off, but her forced smile fell almost immediately. “It's gonna be pretty hard for me to meet up with you guys without my mom finding out. I’ll give you my number so you can text me a time and place. I’ll find a way to get there.”

After she put her number into his phone, Ondine took a deep breath and shook out her shoulders. Right as she prepared to leave the closet first, her hand hovered over the handle and she whipped back around to face Liam. She looked conflicted, before she blurted out, “I don’t think you're a heartless monster, by the way.”

Liam wasn't sure how to reply to that. He settled for nodding a bit awkwardly and a quick, “Thanks.”

With a tiny grin, Ondine slipped out of the closet. Liam waited a minute before he too left, running into Scott almost immediately. His alpha had been standing around the corner, listening in on the entire conversation. Scott looked just as perplexed as Liam did.

“Lydia was right. It did handle itself.”

Liam barely heard him, his mind on overdrive as he attempted to process everything he’d just learned. So far, the girl he was kinda-sorta friends with knew he was a werewolf. She didn’t seem to care and wasn’t afraid of him, so that was good. That same girl was a siren, which he didn't know much about but was planning on doing intense research on the subject later on. Lastly, her mom hated werewolves and forbade Ondine from going near them. Though it seemed that Ondine didn't care too much about what her mother said.

But hey, on the bright side, he got her number. That was a step in the right direction.

****

It was that same day that Liam texted Ondine the address to Derek’s loft, telling her to be there at midnight.

The nervous boy was standing with Scott, Derek, Stiles, and Lydia. He checked his phone for what seemed to be the thousandth time: 11:55 pm.

Derek rolled his eyes at the younger wolf’s anxiety. “Would you relax? She’s almost here.”

“How do you know? She never texted anything back,” Liam reasoned, slipping his phone into his jacket pocket.

“I know because I can hear her outside in the parking lot,” Derek said, only making Liam stress even more.

He tugged at his hair and gave each of them a serious look. “Okay, she just learned about the supernatural world yesterday, and she seemed really freaked out earlier, so don't scare her.”

“Don't worry,” Stiles said with a teasing glint in his eyes. “No one’s gonna run your girlfriend off.”

“She's not my–she’s not my girlfriend,” Liam snapped a little too quickly, glaring at his friends' smirking faces. “We’re not even friends. Not really. She doesn’t want to be friends.” He tried not to sound bitter, but what Ondine had said to Kira and Malia had not been forgotten.

Before anyone could tease him any more—thank goodness, Liam’s face was already bright red—Ondine Beck strode in with sleepy eyes and a green bike helmet tucked under her arm.

“Just so you know, I’m sacrificing my sleep schedule for this,” Ondine said, her eyes sweeping the room and landing on Liam. She grinned at him, and the sight made him warm inside. “You have the Dead Pool?”

Stiles spoke before Liam could reply. “What? No ‘hey, how are you?’”

The girl gave him a sour stare, moving to place her helmet on the metal table at the center of the room. “Hey, Stiles. How are you?”

“I’m–”

“Oh, wait. I just realized that I don’t care.” She sent Stiles a fake smile and walked over to Liam, standing beside him with crossed arms. “Can we get to it? It’s only a matter of time before my parents find out I'm gone and contact the national guard.”

Lydia reached into her pocket and pulled out the folded sheet of paper. It was the second half of the Dead Pool; the one with her family’s names on it. Ondine’s eyes flickered back and forth as she read the names one by one, her lip slipping between her teeth.

Liam gently bumped her shoulder with his own. “Hey, you okay?”

It took a moment for her to reply, and it wasn’t what any of them expected. She scoffed suddenly, looking at Liam with a bewildered scowl. “Olivia is worth five million? But I’m only worth three! What’s she got that I don’t?”

“Okay, I think we need to have a long talk about priorities,” Stiles said when her outcry was met with silence.

Ondine shrugged and gave Lydia back the paper. “Don’t bother. Besides, my mom’s worth eight million, which means those assassins must have thought they’d hit the jackpot by attacking us.”

“Assassins?” Scott questioned at once, concern crossing his face. “You were attacked.”

“Last night,” Ondine said with an air of nonchalance. “I technically wasn't supposed to find out I come from a long line of half sirens until I turn sixteen next week, but being nearly killed sped up the process.”

Lydia gave the Beck girl a thoughtful look. “So what happens on your birthday?”

All Ondine could do was shrug once again as she fiddled with her hoodie strings. “I’m not sure. My mom hasn’t told me that much, but the gist of it is I’ll grow wings and talons, my eyes will turn purple, and I’ll…” with a gulp, she forced herself to continue. “I’ll have the urge to kill anything that moves.”

As to be expected, this received some upset responses from the others. Stiles ran hand over his face, looking a tad bit exhausted. “Great. Perfect. Now we can add you to the long list of people trying to kill us.”

“Shut up, Stiles,” Liam growled, his eyes flashing yellow for a split second.

Ondine took a step back, shoving her hands in her pockets as a defense mechanism. “My mom won’t let me hurt anyone. We have a cabin upstate, far away from any humans. That’s where I’ll go on my birthday. Mom said she’d explain it better soon, but… I don’t think she trusts me very much.”

“Don’t say that,” Liam said. “I’m sure it’s not that.”

“Maybe.” Ondine was getting tired of shrugging, but she did it a third time anyway. “Er, I should get going. Thanks for meeting with me so late, it means a lot.”

Derek stopped her before she could leave. “I know your mother doesn’t like our kind, it’s become common knowledge for werewolves to stay clear of your property, so why would you blatantly defy her by talking to us?”

The question threw Ondine off, and she struggled to gather her wits off the floor. Derek could have sworn her eyes flickered to Liam before she stuttered out a reply. “My mother is validly paranoid. She shut everyone else out of our lives in an attempt to keep us safe… but I want to be better than her. I don’t want to shut everyone out. Besides, I’ve got no reason to hate werewolves. You guys seem pretty chill to me.”

That seemed to satisfy Derek, and when Liam and Ondine left (the boy had offered to walk her back downstairs), the remaining pack just gave each other amused looks as they left.

“So Liam’s whipped?” Lydia surmised, her eyes still on the door where the two younger kids had disappeared through.

“Pretty much,” Scott replied with a smirk. In a weird way, the obvious crush his beta had on the siren reminded him of himself and Allison: a newly bitten teenage werewolf falls for a girl whose family hates his kind. History really does like to repeat itself.

That thought made his smile fall. Hopefully, it won't repeat itself too much. Scott couldn’t let another him and Allison end so tragically.

****

Climbing back into her room through the window, Ondine didn’t bother with changing into pajamas and flopped onto her bed face first.

She was half asleep when her phone buzzed from where it still resided in her pocket. Groaning, she pulled it out and squinted at the bright screen. Her foul expression fell once she saw the text was from Liam.

Liam: did you make it home ok?

Ondine: yep :)

Liam: ok, sleep well

The short conversation left a smile on the girl’s face. Ondine set her phone on her nightstand, turning over in bed to attempt to get some much needed rest.

In the morning, Ondine did some Oscar worthy acting when her mother searched every nook and cranny of the house, swearing she was catching the scent of wolves.

#liam dunbar #liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar x oc #teenwolf #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #liam dunbar imagines #liam dunbar imagine #liam dunbar fanfiction #selenophile #dylan sprayberry #liam x oc #liam x reader

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weasleylangs · 4 years ago

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swipe right / f.w

Summary: Finding your best friend and your biggest crush on Tinder is always awkward. Pairing: Muggle!Fred Weasley x Muggle!Fem!Reader Warnings: Discussions of sex, language, alcohol, food/drink mention. Word Count: 6.9k (this is the longest thing i’ve ever written)

AUTHORS NOTE / hiiiii... this is my first fic in SO long but thank you for waiting for me!!! a huge thank you to my lovely rosie @spacexcowgirl for inspiring this fic and also listening to me ramble on about it for hours on end as i was writing it and for also beta reading it guys this fic rly wouldnt exist if it wasnt for rose so.........

/ also, george’s girlfriend in the fic is named ‘em’ and she has no physical description besides also using she/her pronouns. i’m trying this out so even people who aren’t (primarily) fred simps can self insert in this fic!!!

taglist / @amourtentiaa @weelittleweasley @lumos-barnes @lumosandnoxwriting @loveboyhalo @harrysweasleys @freds-slut @rcwenaclaw @barneswidow @fandomhideout

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Y/N stared at her screen, the Tinder profile of Fred Weasley staring right back at her, teasing her ominously. She eventually decides to lock her phone to avoid the familiar and unwelcomed feelings rising in her throat. The last thing she ever expected to see during her mindless swiping at 1am was her best friend’s Tinder profile.

She knows it’s hypocritical to feel this way but she’s also not stupid. She and Fred both have had their fair share of dates and hookups thanks to dating apps- they’re in the twenties and single after all. But she can’t shake how weird she feels finding Fred. Like she’s stumbled across something private.

Y/N unlocks her phone again, curiosity eventually making her cave after staring at her ceiling blankly for way too long.

‘Pros: I’m an Aries (I’ve been told that's a good thing). Cons: I’m an Aries (I’ve been told that’s a bad thing).’

It’s a short and simple bio, much like her own but she has to stifle a choked laugh. She and George’s girlfriend have said these to both the twins and she feels a sense of accomplishment that she can’t explain. Almost like Fred thinking of her while he sets up his dating profile means something.

She hesitates a moment, debating between swiping left and never thinking about Fred and dating profiles ever again and swiping right just to see what happens. Y/N’s definitely making it a bigger issue than it has to be, which is why she doesn’t realise when George’s girlfriend and her roommate suddenly appears in her doorway holding chocolate.

“Em, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow?” She questions and the girl in the doorway shrugs, making her way into the room and sitting down without an invitation.

“I can vaguely hear you monologuing next door,” she laughs as she breaks a line of chocolate off the bar and hands it to Y/N. She groans, in her moment of panic she completely forgot about the fact it’s late and their bedroom walls are paper-thin. “All I heard was something about Fred and the word fuck. I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” she winks and Y/N cringes, Em’s usual 15-year-old boy humour shining through as she pops the piece of chocolate in her mouth.

“You’re hilarious,” Y/N says rolling her eyes but she can’t deny the fondness that’s there for her best friend. “No, you’re not interrupting anything, rather the opposite actually, look.” She passes her unlocked phone to Em and Y/N wishes she could have captured the shocked look on Em's face.

“Fred has a fucking active Tinder?” She’s quickly swiping through his profile and she hates to admit he has good pictures, but when she gets to his bio she snorts and rolls her eyes. “That’s something you say, Y/N.”

Y/N feels her face go red at Em’s comment. She’s acknowledged this already but when someone else says it she feels like she isn’t being as far fetched as she’s convinced herself. While she outright refuses to acknowledge her feelings for Fred to anyone who isn’t herself, she knows Em knows without having to tell her. Call it best friend instinct, ‘dating-his-twin-brother’ instinct, whatever she pleases, which is why when there’s a mischievous glint in Em’s eyes, Y/N immediately is reaching for her phone. “No.”

Em whines, rolling onto her back. “Why not, you’re so boring!”

“I am not swiping right on Frederick fucking Weasley.” She feels her face becoming warmer as she says it. Em gives her a look as if to say ‘I believe you’ with a glint in her eye that makes Y/N know she doesn’t. “I’m just never going to open the app again!”

Em rolls her eyes but the fond smile on her face is unmistakable. “And do what, love?”

Y/N falters for a second before shrugging. “Not perceive his profile. It’ll be gone into the abyss of people who live in London and I’ll never think about it again.” She’s smiling, thinking she’s concocted the most perfect plan.

-----

It wasn’t the most perfect plan, for when Y/N is hanging out with Fred two days later she’s faced yet again with the ‘Tinder Predicament’ as dubbed by Em. Fred and Y/N are sitting in their favourite park, the new spring weather of London on their skin as they soak up the friendly sun rays after a harsh winter. Y/N is laying on her stomach, the book open but she’s barely reading as she pretends to listen to Fred ramble on about only God knows what.

It’s 11am, not too early for the park to be empty but busy enough that other people are turning up, mostly couples. Y/N tunes Fred out, quickly getting lost in her own thoughts. Do other people think we’re a couple? she thinks to herself. She knows if Em could read her mind she’d say yes and Y/N is quick to push the thought out of her mind.

Everything is interrupted when her phone lights up with a ‘You’ve got a new match!’ notification and before she can hide it from prying eyes, Fred’s wolf-whistling.

“You’ve got dating apps, do ya, Y/L/N?” he teases and Y/N wants the Earth to swallow her up, she can’t think of a worse situation to be in.

“Yeah, don’t you?” The second the words leave her mouth she regrets them. Fred’s smirking at her, a signature smirk of his he only does when she knows he’s up to something. Unfortunately for her, she is on the receiving end of that something.

“Something along the lines of ‘looking for a golden retriever boy?’. Ring any bells, darling?” Y/N feels her blood drain from her body and Fred releases a laugh that can only be described as a full-body chortle. “You know I have one, darling. Besides, you popped up last night. I already knew.”

Y/N groans. This shouldn’t be as embarrassing as it feels but it’s Fred and knowing Fred has seen her dating profile was low on her wishes for this week, or for her entire life for that matter.

“Did you at least swipe right on me?”

It’s said with a teasing manner, falling right out of Y/N’s mouth before she can stop it. Her curiosity always gets the best of her and she wants to kick herself for it. But she doesn’t even notice Fred’s slight falter, the red tint kissing his cheeks and emphasising the freckles across his face at the comment. “You’ll have to swipe right on me to find out.”

She can’t tell if he’s joking. But Fred is always joking. So she laughs and pushes him slightly, “If I come across your Tinder profile, I’m reporting it.”

“It would be a blessing from the universe for you to come across my dating profile. I’m sure you’d appreciate my bio.”

“Let me guess. ‘6’3 if it matters’?” Fred scowls looking down at her and she knows she looks way too proud for that comment but she doesn’t care and after a few seconds, Fred doesn’t care either. He starts to feel a small shred of jealousy from knowing Y/N has a Tinder profile, but he swallows it, tabling it for later when he isn’t with her.

“Why do you have the app?” He blurts out, annoyed at himself for letting it slip out. “Just… Curious, y’know?” He adds on when he notices Y/N looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. He doesn’t really want to know, but the words are out there and the cute scrunch of Y/N’s nose as she thinks of an answer almost makes it worth it.

“Male validation, mostly,” she laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck when she hears Fred laugh along with her. “I don’t know, Freddie.” She says, exasperatedly. “I barely use it. What about you?”

“Sex, if I’m honest.” Now it’s his turn to awkwardly laugh because he knows he answered that way too quickly and a little too honest for his own comfort. Y/N’s been his best friend for years, probably knows him best besides George but she didn’t really need to know he uses his Tinder profile to hook up with people.

When Y/N doesn’t respond immediately, Fred takes it badly. He knows she would never judge him, not about anything and especially not this, but his thoughts get the best of him and sometimes he can’t help it. He has no idea Y/N is in her own head, jealous other girls get to hold Fred at a distance closer than she ever will.

He clears his throat and checks his phone to see no notifications besides a direct message from Lee Jordan. He knows George isn’t expecting him home- cursing his brother when he remembers George demanded the flat to himself (and in turn, also Em) today for a few hours. “Hey, uh. I’ve gotta go. Emergency with George apparently.”

He knows he shouldn’t have lied, it’s not even a good lie but it was the first thing he thought of. He notices Y/N’s eyebrows furrow before she shrugs, nodding before closing her book. “That’s okay, I was getting tired anyway. I might pop back to my flat for a nap.”

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Fred asks and his chest feels warm when Y/N meets his face with a smile.

“Of course, Freddie.”

She watches Fred leave, her thoughts getting the best of her. She knows for a fact there is no ‘George emergency’- she knows George is with Em probably being sick and in love and she’s sure Fred knows this too. The realisation Fred made an excuse to not spend time with her hits her like a truck, her mind frantically searching for what she could’ve possibly done to upset her best friend.

“Fuck,” she whispers to herself, the second she realises.

-----

To: Em > if you come home tonight dont mind me being drunk x

Y/N sends the text as she stands in the kitchen, pouring herself her second glass of wine before it has even hit 6pm. On her way home, she stopped by the liquor store, picked up her favourite wine and decided to drink away the anxieties of upsetting Fred.

From: Em > ill be home. ill pick up chinese on the way. save me some wine!!! x

She smiles down at her phone, knowing Em would always be there without even realising it. She sits down on their couch and turns on the television- old reruns of early 2000s sitcoms playing on almost every channel.

It’s 20 minutes late when Em turns up. She’s nursing the Chinese food as if it’s a child as she tries to unlock the front door without dropping the food or her bottle of wine. She smiles proudly at Y/N the second she gets in, putting the food on the table before she grabs her own wine glass.

“What happened today?”

Y/N is caught off guard but she shouldn’t be shocked. She doesn’t usually drink and when she does, it’s very rarely without Em. “Nothing’s wrong!” she says, skulling the rest of her wine when Em gives her a knowing look.

“You were with Fred today and now you’re sad drinking. What happened?” Usually, she loves when Em is her all-knowing best friend, but right now she wishes she’d shut up.

“Nothing happened!” She’s adamant to not say too much. She knows it’s probably all in her head, that she and Fred will be fine in a few days but when Em gives her one more knowing look, she breaks. “Okay, fine. I think I upset him today.”

Em’s confused, to say the least. Fred, for as long as she has known him, has never been upset with Y/N- even on accident. She has the tall redhead wrapped around her finger. “How?” she questions, because she truly can’t think of a single thing that Y/N could do to hurt him.

Em places Y/N’s food in front of her when she starts speaking. “We were talking about Tinder- don’t give me that look he saw a notification and it came up and he asked why I had it. I said I don’t know and when I asked him, he said he uses it for sex,” Y/N says softly, pouring herself another glass of wine before continuing. “I didn’t say anything when he said that, because… Well… You know why.”

Em does know. She knew the second she became Y/N’s roommate their first year of University that she had feelings for Fred and she knew immediately Fred liked her too but Y/N’s never believed her. “You think he got upset you didn’t say anything about sex?”

“I think he thinks I was being judgemental.” Em sighs at Y/N’s response. She loves both her best friends- they’re her favourite people besides George but she knows they can be idiots. They sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the forks against their Chinese containers before Em grab’s Y/N’s phone, unlocking it.

“Well if Fred’s using Tinder for sex, so should you!” she says matter-of-factly and when Y/N groans from the kitchen sink, Em speaks again. “It’s true! He likes you but won’t tell you, you like him but won’t tell anyone! Who’s a good meaningless shag going to hurt?”

That’s how they end up in Em’s bed, cuddling under the duvet with ice cream and Y/N’s Tinder profile open on her phone. “You’re so fucking picky, holy shit,” Em says when Y/N scrunches her nose up at the sixth consecutive guy. “It’s a shag, not a hand in marriage, love.”

“They don’t do it for me!” Y/N is avoiding the elephant in the room- that she’s comparing every guy that pops up to Fred. “I have to be attracted to them for this meaningless shag you’re preaching about… See, he’s cute!” His name’s Cormac, he’s 21 so only a few years younger than Y/N and he’s not bad looking.

“He looks like a douchebag!” Em exclaims and Y/N groans.

“You told me to stop being picky!”

“Stop being picky doesn’t mean saying yes to the first conventionally attractive guy we see!” Em exclaims as she swipes left on poor Cormac. Y/N gets up to pour herself and Em one more glass of wine each and she hears Em starting giggling to herself when the new profile shows up, hiding the phone from Y/N’s eyes when she walks over. Without even questioning Y/N, Em swipes right and immediately she starts howling laughing.

‘New Match!’ the screen reads and Y/N feels her breath hitch when snatches the phone from Em’s hands and she sees who she matched with.

Fred, 24. 2km away.

“I remembered after dinner, you said he told you to swipe right to see what he did,” Em says proudly, and Y/N regrets even mentioning it to Em offhandedly. Y/N’s eyes are transfixed on the tiny screen. There’s no way he seriously swiped right, she’s sure it’s only a joke- people jokingly match with their friends all the time. “So here you go, Freddie swiped right on my lil Y/N/N.”

Y/N shakes her head at this. “I’m sure he only did it as a joke. People do that when they find their friends on Tinder all the time!” she says, sitting back down on the bed and cuddling up next to Em. “You were telling me to swipe right on him last night, after all.”

Em looks at Y/N and sighs, clearly sensing how uncomfortable Y/N is feeling right now from the confrontation of her feelings for Fred. “I was telling you to swipe right because I know you’re in love with him,” she says softly, not missing the way Y/N’s eyes soften at the mention of her feelings for Fred. “I’m sorry if I’d known-”

“Don’t apologise! I’m just going to ignore the fact we matched,” she says softly, unlocking her phone and immediately exiting from Fred’s profile. The tension from a few moments ago quickly dissipates as Y/N receives another match, this time from a boy named Neville who Y/N knows is friends with Fred’s little brother.

“When did you swipe on Nev?” Em asks and Y/N shrugs. She knows she probably did it to be funny, like what she thinks Fred’s done to her, but the more she thinks about it, Neville isn’t a bad match. He’s nice, friendly and now he’s in his twenties, he isn’t bad looking either.

“Nev’s sweet. If he asked me out I’d say yes.” She says. She isn’t lying- there’s been times she’s considered going on dates to avoid her feelings for Fred, to get over him once and for all but whenever it gets to that point, she chickens out. “I know you want a meaningless shag, but I think maybe a date would be a good idea. You know?”

Em nods, pulling Y/N closer to cuddle her and suddenly feeling bad about preaching for meaningless sex. “Maybe you’re more of a date before shagging kind of girl, and that’s okay.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

-----

Em’s fast asleep and Y/N’s overthinking next to her when she gets a message from a match. Y/N rolls her eyes when she sees the time reads 2am; knowing whoever's messaging at this time is just looking for a booty call but she opens the notification nonetheless.

From: Fred > i can be a golden retriever boy :)

She smiles at the message, Fred’s presence always does that to her. She never expected him to message her on tinder considering she’s convinced it was just a joke swipe right, but this is probably just a joking message too. She checks his bio is still the same Aries joke before quickly replying.

To: Fred > good thing im a big aries fan then ;) > how tall are you though? im sure youre well aware it matters

She hopes Fred laughs at her messages because making Fred laugh is her favourite pastime. The three dots signalling Fred’s typing pops up and her heart starts to race.

From: Fred

> im 7’5 if its that important :/

She giggles and when doesn’t know how to reply after that, she exits out of their messages, but it’s not like she has to keep a conversation with Fred going. She’s trying to think of a funny message to send Fred when she gets another message; this time from Neville.

From: Neville > hi Y/N! i hope this isnt a weird time to message you, i just finished grading some work. i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner sometime this week? we were kind of friends at school, after all, and it’ll be nice to catch up :)

The message from Neville is sweet, and she almost feels guilty reading it. Attached is his number and everything and Y/N feels her throat closing up. She would feel terrible going on a date with Neville despite what she claimed earlier, knowing her heart currently belongs to Fred.

But Fred’s lack of interest in her is eating at her as much as her own feelings for him do, and she knows she deserves better than to sit around and wait for him any longer. If Em was awake the date would already be confirmed, she knows that much so she decides to say yes to Neville, to at least put herself out there. She can imagine the little Devil version of Em dancing on her shoulder as she begins to type out a reply to Neville.

She doesn’t even think to look at who it’s being sent to before clicking send. But by then it’s too late- she doesn’t even know how she ended up back in Fred’s messages but now she wants to roll up into a ball and die.

To: Fred > hi neville! id love to grab dinner one day, here’s my number and we can organise it tomorrow because im going to bed now! x

She’s staring at the message for so long she doesn’t even notice the ‘???’ she gets back from Fred. She quickly copies and pastes the message to the right recipient this time before plugging in her phone and rolling over to sleep.

Em’s slight snoring lulls her to sleep, thoughts of Fred filling her mind before she passes out for the night. What she doesn’t know is that while she falls asleep, Fred lays awake, staring at his ceiling. Contemplating the knowledge he has knowing Y/N’s potentially organising a date with one of his little brother’s best friends.

-----

Fred hates this feeling; this feeling of jealousy in his stomach that’s threatening to spill out of his throat. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about Y/N accidentally messaging him about a date with another person all morning and he knows George is getting annoyed with him.

“Why are you being such a prat this morning?” George had asked when Fred scowled at his brother for simply standing in the kitchen. Fred had huffed as a reply, grabbing the milk for his tea before sitting down at their table to munch on his toast.

“Not being a prat,” he says, words muffled by the food in his mouth and George gives him a disgusted look before taking a bite of his own toast. “Do you remember Neville Longbottom?”

George nods, of course, he knows Neville. “Ron’s friend? Super nice bloke. Think him and Hannah Abbott just broke up, why?”

Fred shrugs, he’s almost positive it’s the same Neville now. “Think Y/N’s going on a date with him, that’s all.” When George raises his eyebrows, Fred speaks again, “Just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going on a date with a prat.”

“Wanted to know who she is going on a date with in general, more like it,” George mutters under his breath. He knows Fred better than he knows anybody, better than he knows his girlfriend and almost better than he knows himself. “You sure you’re not jealous?”

Fred squints at George. “Why would I be jealous?” Fred stands and makes his way to the kitchen to wash up his dishes and he almost drops them in the sink when George speaks again.

“Because you’re in love with Y/N?” He says it so casually Fred almost chokes on air. He’s never thought about himself and Y/N in that way. Sure they like to cuddle when they’re drunk and they spend every waking moment together but he’s not in love with Y/N.

Is he?

“What makes you say that?” Fred asks quietly, hoping to hide the red blush forming on his cheeks. George might be his best friend and twin brother but he knows he would never live it down admitting he has feelings for Y/N.

“You two are worse than Em and I, and we’re actually dating,” George speaks as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “When Em first met Y/N, she asked how long you and she had been together for, mate.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Fred says a little too quickly.

“I’m sure it doesn’t, Freddie,” George smirks as he speaks, getting up to wash his dishes now. Fred stands in the kitchen, nursing his cup of tea as he contemplates George’s words. Sure, he always knew he had some kind of feelings for his best friend, but being in love was another whole ordeal. It means wanting long term commitment, probably a house together, maybe marriage, perhaps kids if Y/N wanted them and the longer Fred sits with these in his mind, he quickly realises he does want all that and even more with Y/N. He’s probably wanted it with her for a while and he just hasn’t ever realised.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, low enough for George not to hear but when Fred doesn’t have a rebuttal to George’s words he knows he’s accidentally sent Fred into an existential crisis.

“Look, Fred. If Y/N going on a date bothers you, you need to tell her.” George knows he’s about to cross some lines that he promised himself he would never cross but it’s getting dire in his eyes. “Y/N likes you and deep down you know you like her too, even if you’re oblivious. She deserves to know and if you’re too much of a chicken to admit it to her, then you don’t get to be bothered about her going on a date with Neville Longbottom.”

Fred huffs. He knows George is right, but he can’t help but feel like he truly noticed too late. He swiped right on her on Tinder hoping she would swipe right back and they could go from there. But he knows Y/N only swiped right to see if he had done it first, that she only swiped right out of curiosity and right now, Fred is cursing the app under his breath.

“Well, fine, yes I like Y/N, but I can’t just stop her from going on a date. That’s controlling and mean.” Fred states and George just sighs. “I’ll talk to her after her date, if it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

George stares at him. “Since when are you mister Que sera, sera, Freddie?” Fred shrugs, not understanding the reference George made. “Since when are you just letting it happen?” George translates when he notices the blank stare on Fred’s face.

“Since right now. I don’t want to come off controlling to Y/N.” Fred says. In actuality, even though he knows George would never lie to him, he’s scared. Y/N is his best friend and the last thing he ever wants to do is ruin his closest friendship all because of some jealousy.

“Okay fine, but if she gets a boyfriend, I’m sorry mate,” George says and he knows putting the threat of losing Y/N romantically on the line is harsh, but it’s what he has to do. He’s watched the pair pine for each other for years and he’s sure this is the last straw.

“We’re going out with the lads in a few days, by the way! Maybe you can stop moping enough for a shag!” George calls out and Fred flips him the finger as he walks off to his bedroom.

-----

Y/N and Neville decide on getting dinner together three days later. It’s a Friday so neither of them has to worry about work or coursework the next day, which is perfect. Neville tells Y/N about his favourite Italian restaurant right near Old Street subway station in Shoreditch, so that’s where the pair decide to meet.

It’s rather busy when Y/N gets to the station. Neville has apologised profusely for still being fifteen minutes away but she reassures him it’s fine and that she’ll meet him outside the station so they can walk to the restaurant together.

Y/N’s on her phone, texting Em and telling her she’s safe when she feels a presence next to her. She tenses up quickly but she soon relaxes when she looks at the person next to her and realises it’s Fred.

“Hi,” she says, smiling. She hasn’t seen him since the day in the park, but they’ve texted and called so she’s sure everything is fine. “What are you doing all the way on this side of London?”

Fred smiles and shoves his hands in his jeans pocket before replying, “Grabbing a drink with the lads tonight, love. What about you?” His tone is casual and Y/N has to stop herself from checking him out. He’s dressed in a nice dress shirt, it’s orange and on anyone else, it would clash with his hair but Fred somehow manages to pull it off. He’s got a black jacket over the top of his shirt, alongside black jeans that show off his long and muscular legs on and his outfit is paired off with a pair of boots on his feet.

He’s not making it easy to get over him, that’s for sure.

“I’ve got a date,” she’s shy when she says it, looking away from Fred and then back down at her phone. The time reads 6:47pm and Neville’s train will be getting in any second now. She’s trying to get over Fred and the last thing she needs is Fred lingering when said date turns up.

“Ah yes, with Neville, if I remember correctly,” Fred’s teasing and Y/N has to force a laugh out. She blocked out the fact she’d accidentally messaged him instead of Neville and was hoping he would forget as well. But this is Fred she was talking about, and Fred never lets up a chance to tease Y/N for something.

“Yeah, Neville Longbottom,” she says and she catches the look of recognition that flashes across Fred’s face. “He was friends with your brother in school.”

Fred nods in acknowledgement while he can’t decide whether or not he’s happy with the confirmation that he was right. He’s sad and jealous, that much is obvious, but he’s a little happy. Happy that even though Y/N is going on a date with someone who isn’t himself, it’s someone he knows would treat her like she deserves.

“Neville’s a good guy, I’m happy for you,” he forces out and Y/N smiles up at Fred and he wants to sink into the Earth. The smile on her face is one he wants to be the cause for forever. “I should get going, tell Nev hello for me!”

He pulls Y/N into a quick hug, presses a quick kiss absentmindedly on the top of her head before letting her go and crossing the street and making his way to the bar he’s meeting Lee, George, Harry and Ron at.

Y/N watches him leave, dumbfounded. The kiss on the top of her head is nothing less than usual; Fred’s always been touchy with her but now it feels weird. All she wants is to call out to Fred and demand the redhead take her on a date instead.

But before Y/N can do anything drastic, she hears Neville call out her name and she turns around quickly. He’s just as sweet and cute as she remembers and even if she wishes Fred was the boy she was on a date with, Neville is someone she would be friends with above anything.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long!” He says when he reaches her, kissing her cheek as Y/N pulls him into a hug. His presence is comforting and he smells like cinnamon and Y/N feels herself instantly relax.

“Not too long!” She replies as she begins walking towards the restaurant with Neville. During Spring, the cold weather still returns at night so their hands are shoved inside their jacket pockets to keep warm but they’re walking closely together. “I ran into Fred just before, so he kept me company.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Neville says as he grabs the door to the restaurant, “can’t have a pretty girl waiting outside a subway station alone.” Y/N feels her cheeks heat up at his comment.

They’re quickly seated and wine is ordered. They’ve been placed in a booth right near the window, where they’re able to watch the City of London go by. “How’s teaching going?” Y/N asks when she remembers Neville recently graduated and got an immediate job offer at the Agriculture department at a college in Surrey.

“It’s going well! I specifically teach the floriculture courses so I love it, of course,” Neville’s smile couldn’t get any wider. Y/N specifically remembers his constant fascination with plants and flowers in school and she couldn’t be happier for him to be doing what he so clearly loves, “What about you?”

“Being hammered by my postgrad coursework,” she says, laughing and taking a sip of her wine. “My job at the bookstore near my flat doesn’t suck but I definitely don’t work as much as I used to, unfortunately.” Neville raises his glass, almost to say I’ll drink to that when the waiter comes over to take their order.

Dinner goes quickly, conversation flows easily between the two and soon enough the bill arrives and Neville grabs the cheque before Y/N can even say anything. “You can grab it next time.”

Y/N falters at this. She knows she should say something to Neville; that this has been nice but there won’t be a second date. She’s too caught up in her panic and she’s beginning to curse Fred Weasley under her breath when Neville gently places his hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the restaurant.

“Are you okay?” Neville asks when they get outside. He noticed the tensed look on Y/N’s face the second they got outside and when she nods and sighs he takes it as a sign to stop walking.

“This has been nice, Nev,” she starts and she feels terrible even though she knows it’s better, to be honest. “But I don’t think I’m-”

“Ready for a relationship?” Neville finishes for her, and he’s not condescending when he says it. He could tell even before dinner was finished that she probably felt that way and he doesn’t mind. “I don’t think I am either. But this was fun, was it not?”

Y/N nods, smiling as the anxieties of hurting Neville wash away. “It was fun!” she says, “I hope we can do it again. Even as friends?”

He nods back, a warm smile gracing his cheeks. “Of course.”

They walk back to the station together, promises of seeing each other again soon leaves their mouths as they walk to their respective platforms.

From: Neville > thanks for tonight. i forgot to mention, please tell me when you’re home safe!

She smiles down at the text, shooting Neville a reply of reassurance that she will before opening her messages with Em to let her know she’s on her way home. She’s jumping through her apps, Snapchat that she only uses for filters, Facebook she only uses to check the ‘Dogspotting’ group until she lands on Instagram.

She sees a story from George and when she opens it, she immediately regrets it. It’s their friendship group, that much she expected but she sees a girl sitting next to Fred nursing what looks like a Gin and Tonic and Y/N feels sick.

She immediately closes the app, pretending she didn’t see it. She has no right to be upset over this but it plagues her thoughts for the entire subway trip home.

That’s when she decides she’s going to demand answers from Fred. She doesn’t know how, or when or if she’ll even do it without Em forcing her to, but she knows she deserves better. That she doesn’t deserve to hang on the end of every touch, every word of Fred’s in hopes he’ll hold her closer than arm's length while she desperately wants more.

-----

The next night, Fred’s laying on his couch in an uncomfortable position searching Netflix at 10pm when he hears a knock at the front door. He knows it isn’t George, or any member of his family for that matter and any normal person would ring before coming over this late at night. So when Fred gets up and looks through his peephole to ensure he’s not about to be murdered, he’s shocked to see an angry-looking Y/N.

He opens the door and she’s immediately inside, pushing past Fred’s body and when she turns around, she has the most determined look on her face he’s ever seen.

“I’m annoyed at you.” Fred’s taken aback, he tries to think back at their interaction the evening before, trying to piece together anything that would annoy Y/N but he’s coming up blank.

“What did I do?” He wearily asks and when Y/N purses her lips together and looks like she’s about to cry Fred has to resist the urge to apologise without knowing what he needs to apologise for.

“I’m annoyed at you because,” she pauses and takes a shaky breath, “I’m annoyed because I went on a date last night. I went on a date with the loveliest man I’ve ever met. And I spent the whole fucking time wishing I was on a date with you. And I’ve spent all of today debating coming over here and telling you that so I drank half of Em’s bottle of wine for some liquid courage and here I fucking am!”

That’s the last thing Fred was expecting to come out of Y/N’s mouth. “Well, that’s not-”

“I’m not finished.” She stares at Fred and he immediately shuts up.

“I’ve been in love with you for years and it’s not fair on me anymore, Freddie.” Her voice is shaking like she needs to get everything out as soon as possible. “I need to know if you feel anything for me, even in the slightest, because if I need to move on, I’m begging you to be honest with me.”

Fred feels his heartbreak at how sweet, how broken, how defeated Y/N looked standing in front of him right now. He can see the need for an honest answer swimming in Y/N’s eyes and he’s never felt braver to admit his feelings than he does right now.

“I’m an idiot,” Y/N scoffs but lets him continue, “because I didn’t realise how fucking in love with you I am until I almost lost you. I thought…” he pauses, looking for the right words and when his eyes meet Y/N’s, there’s a softness there that wasn’t there previously. “I thought what we had was normal; the cuddling, the constant need to be with each other, the constant subtle touches. But George knocked some sense into me.” Y/N lets out a breath as she laughs, of course, it was George’s doing.

“I’m in love with you, and I think I have been since we were 17. So I’m so fucking sorry, for ever letting you think you meant any less to me, my love.”

Y/N’s eyes are overflowing with tears at his words and Fred panics for a second before he sees the biggest and most loving smile overtake Y/N’s face. “Fucking hell, you big dummy.”

She crosses the room, quicker than she’s ever moved before and pulls Fred’s 6’3 frame into her arms. She feels Fred pull her away, only slightly, so he can look down into her eyes and cup her cheek with his hand. His thumb is providing comfort as it strokes across her cheek and wiping away any stray tears.

She cups the outside of his hand with her own and brings her face to the side to kiss his palm. This is the closest the two have ever been and both their hearts feel like they could beat out of their chests at any moment. It’s the adrenaline from this moment that causes Fred to blurt out his next question, without any hesitation.

“Can I please kiss you before I die?”

Y/N laughs as she looks up at Fred. She doesn’t even give him an answer, she just pulls the tall boy down before locking their lips together. They’ve both kissed plenty of people, had many first kisses whether it be with first dates or partners but they can both agree this is the best kiss either of them has ever experienced.

Y/N is pouring everything she can into the kiss, knowing she will never get tired of the taste of caramel that she will forever associate with kissing the love of her life. She presses her lips harder against his, her tongue running along Fred’s chapped lips asking for more before he opens his mouth to massage his tongue with hers.

Fred decides to be a tease, pulling back slightly before capturing her lips again and biting her bottom lip slightly. This action pulls a moan from Y/N’s throat, soft enough that Fred almost misses it but he can’t help but smirk into the kiss. He wants nothing more than to kiss Y/N for the rest of his life, but eventually, he has to pull away to catch his breath and the whine that leaves Y/N’s mouth might be the cutest sound he’s ever heard in his life.

“I hope to God you know I’m never letting you kiss anyone else ever again, holy shit,” she says, cheeks flushed red and when she looks at Fred she thinks she’s fallen even further in love with him. His hair’s messy, thanks to her running her hands through it and his lips are slightly swollen. She thinks this might be the most beautiful she’s ever seen Fred in her life and if this is how gorgeous he looks after a few minutes of kissing, she’s secretly anticipating how gorgeous he’s going to look laying in her bed, naked.

Fred smiles dopily down at her, “Don’t worry darling, I never want to be with someone who isn’t you ever again.”

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lipstickstainz · 4 years ago

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true lies - s. r. (4/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: You didn't think waking up next to Spencer would cause so much trouble.

Warnings: season 13 spoilers, language, angst, mild fluff, minor mention of sex, Spencer being angry and because it‘s Valentine’s Day ... some kissing

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: hello loves! I wanna thank you for you incredible feedback, that you’ve given me for the first three parts of true lies! I love you! and because you’re so great, I spent all my valentines day creating my gift for you! I hope you enjoy! love you! gif not mine.

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"Psht, try not to wake Henry”, you hear someone whisper as you slowly wake up from your sleep. You feel warm air on your neck that gives you goosebumps, something heavy around your middle, and something soft tickles you behind your ear. You snuggle a little closer to the warmth that seems to take over your whole body, and in response you get a low, throaty moan, that is for your ears only.

"Looks really cute, how the two of them lie under the blanket”, whispers a male voice and only then you feel the soft fabric on your skin. You don't want to wake up, you want to linger in this warm bubble, want more of it before reality hits you again. But as the bubble around you begins to move and slowly peel away from you, you realize that it's not a bubble that's been keeping you warm, but a person who has wrapped himself around you during the night. It's Spencer.

"When did you get back?", he asks in a raspy voice, and you involuntarily squeeze your legs together. You remember waking Spencer up one Sunday morning, in the nicest way you can wake him - “Honey, your Doctor Who DVDs just came with the mail” - , and his voice sounded the same. Scratchy, throaty, raspy.

"We just got here”, JJ answers quietly. "It's eleven thirty at night. Emily called and said we have a new case. Didn't she call you guys?" She glances back and forth between the both of you.

You sit up and search for your phone, but your gaze lingers on Spencer. He's sitting so close you can feel the warmth of his skin through your clothes.His hair is disheveled and there's a pillow print on his right cheek, and you really want to trace the pattern with your finger. His hair is disheveled and there's a pillow print on his right cheek, and you're only too happy to trace the pattern with your finger, but you hold back. He looks at you with a sleepy smile and you can't help but return it. As he tucks a strand behind your ear, you take a deep breath.

"I put Henry back in his bed”, Will says as he rejoins you. He must have lifted Henry off the couch while you were still asleep. When Will realizes you're awake, he starts grinning. "Well, that's two real deep sleepers."

"A new case?", Spencer asks, not responding to Will's comment. JJ nods.

"The three of us can head to the office together in a minute”, JJ offers as you get up and head to the guest bathroom to freshen up. In the mirror, you see a slightly sleepy, yet somewhat hopeful person with a smile on the lips. A smile because of Spencer. At some point in the last few hours, you must have snuggled up together, and you have to admit that you haven't slept this well in a long time, even though it's only been a few hours. You splash some water on your face, brush your teeth to get rid of the weird taste, and try to tame your hair before opening the bathroom door. Hearing the voices of others from the living room, you stop on the threshold.

"What was that about?", asks JJ, and you can practically hear her grin. It's almost contagious.

"What was what?”, digs Spencer, sounding rather disinterested.

"You were cuddling with each other, Spence. Can we get our hopes up?"

At first he doesn't answer, and you hope he'll say something that will make your glimmer of hope shine a little brighter. "No, you can't”, he eventually utters, and your heart skips a beat. "The whole thing was a mistake. I should have left when the boys were in bed." He exhales audibly. "JJ, she dumped me when I needed her the most. You don't need to get your hopes up. What was between us is definitely over."

Your heart not only stops, it slips down your pants and your glimmer of hope goes out. You can't get out of the house fast enough. With a thin smile, you pack up your things in the living room and JJ tries to talk you into driving to Quantico with her and Spencer, but you just want to get away from him.

Mistake.

"Thanks for looking out for those two”, Will says, giving you a quick hug. He whispers something to you, but you don't understand him, don't want to understand him. You shoulder your bag and nod to JJ. "I'll see you in the office in a minute." After that, you push past Spencer without looking at him.

Outside, you gasp for air before tears run down your cheeks. Your emotions are going crazy and your thoughts are so jumbled you can barely sort them out. Spencer wanted to stay with you and the boys. Spencer wanted to hold your hand and Spencer called it a mistake.

What was between us is definitely over.

You are - aside from Emily and Penelope, who never seem to go home - the first to arrive. While Penelope gets everything ready, Emily intercepts you right at the entrance. "I called you five times. Is everything okay?" You nod curtly. "You don't look like it, though. Come with me." She grabs your hand and pulls you into the ladies' washroom, where she pulls a paper towel from the towel dispenser, moistens it with water, and wipes it along under your eyes. "That bad?"

"He called it a mistake, Emily. He wanted to stay with us, he wanted to hold my hand, and then he calls it a mistake?" You have to laugh because this situation seems so absurd. Emily throws the towel with the leftover mascara in the trash before reaching into your bag and pulling out your cosmetic bag, spreading concealer under your eyes. "I just don't get it, Em. Explain it to me. Please."

She opens her mouth to ask, but that's when the door opens and JJ enters the room. Emily quickly puts the concealer back in your bag and pretends to wash her hands.

"Do you want to talk about it?", JJ asks you and Emily looks at you in the mirror.

"I don't know what you want to talk about”, you reply curtly, forcing a smile on your face before leaving the two women in the washroom. You hope the team doesn't notice how distracted you are as you sit down at the round table and you don't want Spencer to notice how hard his words hit you, which is why you just sit down in your chair and don't return his slight smile. How can he smile at you. He got nerves.

"Muriel Gourse, 47, of Chicago, Illinois, was found dead last night, stabbed once in the back”, Penelope begins to explain after everyone has sat down.You feel Emily's and JJ's eyes on you, but try to block them out as best you can. A middle-aged lady in a blue dress appears on the screen in front of you, apparently with a rose placed in her mouth.

"The night before, 24-year-old Amanda Corliss was discovered in her apartment”, Emily continues, and the next image appears. "She had also been stabbed in the back. Same red rose in the mouth."

Penelope nods at her. "No sign of robbery or break-ins. Despite there being a lot of neighbors, nobody heard a peep."

"You know, roses are traditionally a symbol of passion and love”, Spencer explains, and though you don't look at him and avoid his gaze, you notice his lingers on you briefly before looking back at the screen. "The unsub could be connected to these victims romantically."

"Or maybe he wanted to be and this is what happened when things didn't work out." Luke looks around the room.

"Neither victim showed evidence of sexual assault, and there is a dramatic difference in age between these two victims”, Tara notes.

"Muriel Gourse's body was discovered by her husband”, Emily continues to explain the case. "There was also a carton of cigarettes burning in their oven."

"That's an unusual signature." At Spencer's voice, you could burst into tears, but you pull yourself together. You don't need more people asking what's going on and how you're doing. "Anything like that with Amanda?" The question goes to Penelope.

"No."

"Feels like a message, but what?", you ask around the room and Matt agrees.

"And if it's a message, to whom?"

"So, we've got no forcible entry, minimal resistance and no cries for help”, JJ summarizes and the team nods wordlessly. "I'd say there's a good chance these women knew the killer."

"And with two victims on consecutive nights, we can't wait till morning. Wheels up in thirty." And with that, Emily dismisses you.

While the others are still packing their bags, you are already on your way to the plane. You enter the elevator alone and want to take a deep breath as soon as the doors close, but before that happens, an arm stretches between them and Spencer enters the elevator as well. The doors close and the both of you are alone.

"You okay?", he asks, giving you a quick sideways glance.

"Yep." Your tone isn't just cool, it's icy.

"We should talk about this”, he says, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

That's the last thing you want. Why does he think that's a smart idea? After all, he's already said everything that needs to be said. It was a mistake and what used to be between you is definitely over. What else is there to talk about? Slowly, your sadness gives way to nervous tension.

"I don't see what we should talk about."

Spencer sighs. "First you want to talk to me, even stand outside my hotel room door at night to work this out between us. And now you don't want to talk about it? Not even about tonight? What's this all about, Y/N?" He sounds pissed, even though he has no reason to be. Yes, you wanted to work this out between you, not just because you still had hope that you two would find your way back to each other, but because you didn't want to leave the matter unresolved between you - and he refused.

"What do you want to talk about? This whole thing was a mistake, Reid. You should have left when the boys were in bed," you quote him angrily, the color draining from his face. "You've already said everything. We don't need to talk about it anymore." You're glad to see the elevator door open so you can angrily take flight. But Spencer catches up to you, grabs your arm, and forces you to stop.

"You're mad at me? Are you serious?" When you don't answer him, he gives an annoyed groan. "Fine! Be mad at me, Y/N." His voice sounds calm now; a sign that he's even angrier than he looks. "But don't forget, you left me. You abandoned me and you show up here after a year thinking nothing has changed and YOU are now mad because I said our hand holding was a mistake?" You're glad it's the middle of the night and no one is around to hear you fighting. You can read his pain and frustration in Spencer's face, but you're too angry and offended to respond.

"I'm not angry. I'm hurt," you nag, anger coursing through you like hot lava, and you wish you'd just kept your mouth shut, because Spencer starts laughing.

"You're hurt? Really? Imagine how I felt when JJ came to see me in jail, just to tell me you took off!" Spencer runs a hand through his hair, "I'm hurt, Y/N! And most of all, I'm pissed off! I thought we were going to be together forever! I was gonna fucking marry you! And then you just fucking left!"

"You think it was easy for me? I felt like shit too, Spencer! And I didn't have anyone to stand by me! I was all alone!"

His hands have clenched into fists at his side, and his carotid artery is pulsing at his neck. You stare at each other, and you want to add something, but that's when Spencer grabs you by the waist and shoves you against the nearest wall, where he pins you down with his body. His left hand tangles in your hair while his right hand settles on your neck. His gaze is piercing. Before you can ask what he's up to, he presses his lips to yours. With anger, desperation, desire. You don't know, and you don't care.

His lips are soft and warm and feel so familiar that you can only sigh. When your mouth opens, Spencer senses his chance and runs his tongue over your bottom lip first before rolling it over yours, deepening the kiss. Your hands settle on his shoulders and your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt as his arms wrap around you and his hips press against your stomach, making you feel his erection clearly.

Your body seems to be on fire. For the past year, you've missed him. You've missed how he feels, how he tastes, and what he makes you feel. His skin on yours sends lightning bolts of electricity through your veins, and with each of his touches, you jerk toward him, wanting him close, closer, so close that nothing can come between you. Your fingers bury themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck and he moans softly into your mouth. His kisses are hungry, almost aggressive, and you're sure he's bruising your lip as he lightly bites down on it. But you don't care. You want more.

Footsteps come closer and Spencer breaks away from you. His lips are red and swollen and you're sure you look the same. You have to take a deep breath to get your heartbeat under control. Spencer runs a hand through his hair before rubbing his reddened neck.

"Let's go," Emily says, giving you a look that's worth a thousand words. You just nod and look to the ground before you both follow her without a word. "The criminals don't sleep."

Definitely over.

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hermits-that-craft · 4 years ago

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Homebound - Deya’s childinnit au

This oneshot is for the amazing @deyageka ‘s hotel arc childinnit au! Go check it out, please! This is long, 8 page or 2,641 words, long, please note!

Sam walked home that day, humming to himself. Really, he wasn’t going home per say - just to the small house that Puffy, Foolish and himself had built after they found Tommy. Sam was calm as he could be, he walked instead of using his trident in an attempt to calm himself down after how long the day was. Dream has pulled at his strings early in the morning, and Ranboo sent him on a wild goose chase the second he left the prison.

Sam hoped that Ranboo’s alright, his message didn’t sound right, even in chat. Why would Ranboo need a totem?

Sam walked into the house, and felt mounting dread as lights didn’t turn on. They should have already been on, the only reason why they would be off is if Puffy had taken Tommy out, but she had sent him a message asking him to come home as soon as possible. They weren’t in danger, she had said, Tommy had just wanted him back.

“I’m back!” Sam called. He smiled as he hoped that the pair were just napping as he shut the door.

False hope can only last so long.

“Puffy!” He screamed, looking at the woman as she lied on the floor. Blood ran down her face, unconscious. Almost like she was dead.

Sam doesn’t remember much of what happened next. Of course, he knows what happened.

Dream escaped, stealing Tommy. At least, thats the basics. He knows Ranboo was there, he knows that Ranboo was - is - possessed. He knows that Tommy woke up as he was teleported away. He knows that some of the toys that Tommy had were taken.

He knows that Puffy hasn’t woken up yet, even though it’s been three days.

Phil and Techno came around, Techno helping Sam track down Dream and the boys. Tubbo moved Micheal into Sam’s base, hoping that it would be safer. Quackity, Karl, Sapnap and George also joined the search party. The groups split up, scouring the land. Tubbo joins, looking through places he knows Ranboo frequents.

Sam has been banned from searching after Phil found him, half dead, in the snow.

Ponk helps him heal, but it isn’t enough. Sam can’t - won’t, he’s too much of a coward - voice why he won’t rest. It’s his fault that Tommy’s gone. It’s his fault that Dream got out. He is - was - Tommy’s father, and his was - is - the warden. He failed his jobs. He let not only Tommy, but the entire server down by letting Dream out.

Dream was right, Sam can’t protect anyone, let alone Tommy. This is his fault.

“Hey, Sam.” Ponk says softly, carrying in some warm soup. “You up to eat now? I’ll eat some too, it can be a real date.”

There’s kindness in Ponk’s eyes, love and sympathy and caring in the brown eyes. Sam doesn’t deserve it. Sam’s hurt too many people, Ponk shouldn’t-

“You’re thinking too hard.” Ponk smiles, handing Sam the soup. “Stop blaming yourself for Tommy’s kidnapping. You couldn’t have known.”

“He’s gone because my prison failed.” Sam whispers. “I failed everyone. I was supposed to be the warden, I was supposed to protect-”

Sam breaks, sobbing. He can’t keep being strong, he can’t keep up this facade. It’s dragging him down, pulling him under the water. Vines wrap around his throat, squeezing the life out of him. The void would be a kinder death, he’s falling apart and-

And Ponk wraps his arms around Sam, letting the creeper hybrid sob into his arms. He holds Sam together, as the world falls apart.

----

“Tommy, settle down.” Dream rolls his eye, not that Tommy can see under his mask. The child is still annoying, but he follows orders easily.

“I want Papa.” Tommy protests, clinging to the Sam Nook toy that Ranboo had stolen for him when Dream took him. “Where’s my Papa.”

“I’m right here.” Dream says, cooing at the child.

“No you’re not.” Tommy glares, tears forming in his tiny eyes. “I want my Papa and Big Q and Karl and Foo’ish and Mama Puff and Sap and George!”

George.

“Do you like George?” Dream asks quietly, shock filling his chest. He could have George back, his best friend.

“Yeah! He reads to me and is safe.” Tommy smiles, tapping the Sam Nook toy around. “Makes me sleepy, though.”

“How would you feel if I asked George to come around?” Dream offers, taking out his communicator.

“Will he?” Tommy looks up, happily.

“I’m sure he’d love to.” Dream says, and Tommy cheers, throwing Sam Nook to the side as he gives Dream a hug. “But now you need to go to bed.”

Tommy whines, but doesn’t struggle as Dream picks him up. The small child - only two or three years old at most - yawns, snuggling in to sleep as Dream places him in the bed. Dream smiles from under his mask, shutting the door slightly as he leaves. Dream walks down the stairs, watching through the door as Ranboo tidies up the living room.

Dream whispers to Georgenotfound: Would you like to come around, I haven’t seen you since I left prison. Dream whispers to Georgenotfound: You can bring Sapnap as well, I guess. But I’d like to catch up with you - and tommy’s missing you i guess :/ Georgenotfound whispers to Dream: What are your co’ords? I’ll come now. We can bring Sapnap once he’s calmed down.

Dream smiles, sending through the coordinates without a second thought. Of course George would agree to come around. George is his best friend, he’s Dreams other half. George - and Puffy, a traitorous part of his brain whispers - would do anything for him.

Ranboo stops cleaning for a moment, looking up the stairs. Dream frowns, following his line of sight. No one is there, but he notices the small sobs that emit from the higher floor. Tommy. The child must be crying, maybe a nightmare. He’s too young to remember L’Manburg, the disks or the wars. He only remembers some people, after all.

Sam is one of them. Tubbo was not. A child's mind is a strange place.

Dream walks up the stairs, pausing outside Tommy’s room. He knocks before he enters, warning the boy. Dream turns on the light, not knowing what to expect.

Tommy sits up in his bed, his eyes screwed shut as he sobs. Tommy hugs Sam Nook close, but no words fall from his lips. Dream sighs, scooping the boy up and gently rocking him. Tommy blinks his eyes open before he screws them shut, crying again. Dream frowns, sinking to the ground as he tries to settle the boy.

“Please stop crying.” Dream mumbles, rocking Tommy. He’s so small, so fragile. Dream can feel every shake of Tommy’s tine body as the child cries himself back to sleep.

Dream sets the boy back into bed, tucking him in gently. He’ll wait with the boy until Ranboo is done, and then he’ll go to greet George.

----

“Dream sent me a message.” George says, casually leaning against the doorframe. “I have his coordinates.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Eret gasps, covering their mouth. Bad and Phil stand up, looking over George with carefully concealed confusion. “How long ago did you receive the message?”

“About fifteen minutes?” George frowns, checking the time. “Yeah, around fifteen minutes ago.”

“And you didn’t tell us until now?” Techno glares, an axe summoned into his hand.

“I couldn’t find you until now. Are you guys coming or what?”

“Have you told anyone else?” Phil asks, pulling his wings out of his cloak.

“Quackity, Karl and Sapnap are halfway there.” George says, walking towards the coordinates.

“Sam?”

“Doesn’t need the stress.” George says. “He’s too sick.”

“What’s the plan?” Bad asks quietly.

“Karl, Sapnap and Quackity stake the house out from a distance. I go in, distract Dream and Ranboo, and then grab Tommy and run.” George says.

“Where do we come in?” Techno asks.

“I dunno, we didn’t think that far ahead.” George shrugs. “Work it out when we get there.”

And with that, they walk.

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Dream stands in the kitchen, watching the kettle boil as he waits for George to arrive. He’s boiled the kettle twice so far, waiting for his friend, but he doesn’t want the water to go cold before George can have some tea.

A knock sounds at the door, and Dream cautiously walks over, opening it. White clout glasses and brown hair appears, and Dream relaxes, opening his arms for a hug. George hesitates for a split second before he sinks into the hug. Dream doesn’t - wont - think about it. The hesitation.

“Hey.” Dream breaths, and George smiles.

“Hey yourself. How are you?”

“Good. I’m a father now.” Dream smirks, and George pulls out from the hug. “Do you want some tea?”

“The gosip type or the good type?” George jokes, and Dream steps aside, showing George the kitchen bench, where two cups are laid.

“Guess.”

----

“Why did George hug him?” Techno whispers to Eret.

“They’re best friends, he’s keeping up the persona.” Eret replies. “Letting Dream’s guard down.”

“Will it work?”

“Well, we won’t know unless George either gets Tommy.”

“Or he starts screaming.” Phil says darkly, his wings fluttering nervously behind him.

“Dream wouldn’t-” Bad shakes his head. “No, this Dream isn’t the same one who played with Sapnap as a kid. Dream would hurt George, wouldn’t he?”

----

“Is Tommy sleeping alright?” George asks, trying to sound casual. “Sam used to complain that he’d only ever sleep peacefully if I was there.”

It’s a lie, but George and Sam had both noticed that Tommy would sleep easily in George’s arms. Nightmares would still happen, but Tommy would calm down faster.

“He’s been having so many nightmares.” Dream admits. “He also cries a lot, even during the day. I think he needs you around. Familiar faces and all that.”

“What about Ranboo?” George asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Ranboo hasn’t been Ranboo since I escaped.” George can hear the self centered smirk in his voice, the proud lilt of admitting that he’s controlling the teen. “I think Tommy can tell that. It doesn’t seem to bother him all that much, he’s seen my face and isn’t scared.”

George’s stomach drops at that, fear lacing his insides. There’s a reason Dream wears the mask. He doesn’t look safe to be around, he looks like if the void had a neon green eye and a glowing, neon green hole gaping where his mouth and nose should be. But George knows better than to mention that, only raising his eyebrows with surprise.

“I would have thought that would make him cry.” George jokes, lightly elbowing Dream. “Is he sleeping?”

“I hope so, do you want to check?” Dream cocks his head to the side, not too unlike a puppy. George nods, and let’s Dream walk him up the stairs.

Now’s his chance.

---

Sapnap nervously paces, the treeline hiding him from Dream’s watchful gaze. He’s far enough away to see everything, but not be able to hear anything. It’s safer this way, watching from a distance. Karl and Quackity won’t get hurt if he’s caught, this way. He doesn’t trust the silence, and from the nervous looks on his fiancees’ faces, they don’t like not being able to hear either.

An ear piercing scream tears the silence in half as Karl makes eye contact with Sapnap.

“GEORGE!” Sapnap screams, running towards the house. Snow melts under his feet, he can’t contain his anger. “George!”

Sapnap slams open the door to the house, his hand melting the door handle. George lays on the ground, his glasses under Dream’s foot. Blood. There’s so much blood. Too much blood. George is curled around Tommy, who wails at the top of his lungs. George isn’t moving. Why isn’t George moving? Why isn’t he struggling.

Duck.

Ranboo’s punch misses.

Sweep your opponents leg out from under them.

Ranboo falls to the ground, his head cracking painfully.

Keep your eyes on the room.

Blood pools under Ranboo’s head. Dream laughs.

Don’t let your guard down.

“Did you really think that George could take Tommy from me?”

Don’t let your opponent see any fear.

“I trusted you both. You’re my friends. I can’t believe you would betray me like this.”

Focus on the fight.

“I thought you cared about me, all I wanted was for us to be a family again.”

Dream stands on George, and Sapnap can hear the pained weaze that George breaths out. He’s still alive.

“Eyes on me, Snapnap.” Dream taunts, and Sapnap’s eyes jump back to his once-best friend. “You’ve got to work on that.”

Don’t make the first move.

“Not going to talk to me?”

Go on the defensive.

“That’s rude.”

Duck.

“Let’s dance.”

Duck. Sidestep. Block. Jab. Punch. Duck. Owch, was that his eye? Duck again, keep focusing. Get to the door. Duck. Open the door. Punch. Step outside. Block. Run backwards. Duck. Throw a punch

Sapnap is thrown through the air, landing with a scream on the ground. Snow melts around him, and he lets out a gasp of pain. There’s blood underneath him, staining the snow red. It’s pretty, almost.

Sapnap can see Phil and Techno fight Dream, out of the corners of his eyes. Eret and Bad run into the house, carrying out Ranboo, Tommy and George. They’re safe. Everyone is safe now. Sapnap did good.

“Stay awake Sap.” Karl says, and Sapnap forces his eyes open - when did they close - to see his fiancee’s. Quackity cradles his head in his lap, and Karl fumbles with his pockets. “Keep your eyes open, yeah, that’s good. Keep it up.”

Sapnap groans as Karl pours a healing potion directly onto his torso. It wont help much, there’s something in his back, but he can’t speak. It hurts too much.

“Open your eyes.” Quackity says, and Sapnap feels warm fingers on his cheek. “Open your eyes. BAD! BAD SAPNAP’S-”

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Sam watches out the window of his room as birds flit around tree branches. Ponk had left the room half an hour ago, just after he served breakfast. Ponk hadn’t said much, simply kissing Sam’s forehead and telling him to relax.

Sam can’t relax. He shouldn’t be allowed to, pneumonia or not. Not while Puffy suffers, while Tommy suffers.

“Hey Dad.” Quackity’s voice doesn’t surprise Sam, who sees his son every morning.

“Hey duckling.” Sam smiles. “How are you this morning?”

“Good. Sapnap and George are in a bad shape though. Bad kicked me out of their rooms.” Quackity laughs wetly, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sam says, opening his arms out for Quackity. The man smiles, but shakes his head, wiping away tears.

“There’s something you need to see.” Quackity says, and apparently thats a cue for something, because Jack opens the door to his room.

Niki wheels Puffy into the room, the woman sitting on a wheelchair, her hair falling down over her shoulders. She’s still got a bandage on her head, but there is colour in her cheeks and a knowing smile on her face.

“Puffy.” Sam gasps, happy to see his friend better, if not up and running. Sam tries to stand, to give Puffy a hug, but Quackity just pushes him back into his bed.

“If you’re that happy to see me, you’ll need someone to hold you back with who Foolish has.” Puffy jokes, though her voice is hoarse.

Foolish walks into the room, gently holding a wiggling Tommy. Sam gasps, and true to Puffy’s prediction, it takes Quackity and Jack to stop Sam from getting out of his hospital bed. Foolish passes Tommy to Sam, and the man holds onto Tommy gently, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s here. He’s safe, finally.

“How-”

“We’ll explain later.” Quackity says. “Just relax for now. Everyone is safe.”

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