#and family. i already have to move away from all my friends if i go back to my hometown but this would be a different story.

[yanfluffery]

Platonic Yan!Older brother!Izuku + Shoto (separate) with Kid sibling!Reader

Order placed by : Anon :]

I had a little trouble because this is my first time writing for Shoto, which surprised me, but I think I did a good job! Hope you enjoy!!

IZUKU MIDORIYA / DEKU

☆ He was so excited when he first learned he was going to have a younger sibling. Even more so when you actually came home. Holding you gently in his arms just like he’d had practice. And when he looked into your eyes it was set, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. Ever.

☆ He never likes seeing you hanging out by yourself, he wants to make sure you don't feel like an outcast like he did growing up. But if you start seeing your friends more than him he starts to get a little jealous.

☆ He didn’t like it whenever you hung around Katsuki especially. But was too afraid to say anything about it. Though he would try his hardest to keep you away from him.

☆ Keeps every single thing you make and whatever you give him in a special box. It’s all precious to him, he even brought it with him when he moved into the dorms. When they were doing the dorm competition he was guarding his closet like a hawk. Almost snapped at Hagakure for trying to look inside.

☆ Speaking of the dorms, Izuku was very reluctant about moving out. He didn’t want to just leave you behind! He made you promise to call him everyday and update him on everything. Was literally in tears when you forgot to call him one night because you fell asleep.

☆ No matter how big you get he’ll always find an excuse to carry you around. You’re safest when you’re in his arms. One of his main motivations when training is to be able to lift you with ease.

☆ If you come to him with a problem he’ll always be ready to listen. If it’s a problem with another person, like someone’s picking on you, he’s already planning all the different ways he could take care of them while you rant to him. He has a notebook where he writes down all the violent thoughts whenever it comes to that. Just to get it out of his system so he doesn’t do anything too crazy.

“Hey, [name], I was worried you weren’t going to answer! You’ve been eating well right, drinking enough water? Good… don’t scare me like that again, ok? I care about you a lot.”

SHOTO TODOROKI / SHOTO

☆ When he heard that you were joining the family he didn’t know how to react. But he knew one thing, he didn’t want you to go through what he had. Doing everything in his power to keep you away from Enji.

☆ Whenever he could, Shoto would sneak away from Enji to hang out with you. Even if he couldn’t hang out with his other siblings he would make time for you. You were just a baby, an adorable one at that.

☆ Since you both were the youngest members of the family you went to the same school most of your life. Meaning you got to walk home together each day, which Shoto loved. It got to be just you two for a while! Yes, he purposely led you both down a longer path away from the rest of your siblings. He just wants to spend time with you.

☆ He does things so that you would make him your favorite sibling. Buying you gifts for no reason, helping you with your homework, if you ever need anything he’s there. He wants to be the one you look up to the most.

☆ Called you after the sports festival to hear what you thought. Your opinion matters most to him really. He also made sure to reassure you that he was ok after he passed out. He never wants you to worry, especially not about him.

☆ Shoto would never ever lay a hand on you, not even in a playful manner. You could playfully hit him all day long but he’d never fight back.

☆ He promises himself to give you a better life than the one you both grew up with. His plan for the future when he becomes a pro hero is to live with you and spoil you rotten. Keep you safe and away from the danger outside. And he won’t take no for an answer.

“I bought you that figure that you were talking about a few days ago. Hm? Yeah I know that it was expensive, don’t worry about it. I just wanna make you happy.”

[psychocitywrites]

Hard Truths - IV

Summary: Rafe Cameron has everything a man would want. Now he’s looking to settle down. He thinks he’s found the one that checks all the boxes, except she’s not you. 

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

TW: Harassment

On your final day at Kook academy (as your friends liked to call it) you held on to an envelope as you looked at the crowd around you. It was your graduation day and both you and Rafe had already given the valedictorian and salutatorian speeches respectively, and you were nervously playing with the rings on your fingers as the final commencements were playing out.

Inside the envelope was a small letter you had written to give to Rafe, letting him know how remarkable you thought he was and that he was the reason that you joined so many classes and clubs during your time in Kildare.

During your school days, you'd often catch Rafe staying behind classes, not afraid to ask for extra help from his teachers and peers, and it inspired you to do the same. Eventually, you found yourself joining things you'd enjoy, which coincidentally were the same things Rafe was doing, and it might have looked a bit stalkerish from his point of view.

At the very end of the note, you had confessed that you had feelings for him and if he didn't feel that same, then he could ignore the contents of the letter.

The moment you saw Rafe, you wanted to walk up to him and hand over the letter. However, he was surrounded by many friends and family, something you didn't have as your family still lived apart from you and your friends weren't welcome on this side of the island.

You'd only had your uncle, who came by for support, and he made sure to take as many photos of you as he could before you ushered him away, claiming that he was embarrassing you. But deep down, you were thankful that he was being extra. as it took your mind off of Rafe and made your nerves calm just a little bit.

"One more, one more! I swear!" Your uncle shouted.

Your lips were starting to wobble from keeping the same smile for too long. As you were about to tell him no more, he exclaimed that his battery was almost dead. "Imma get my backup! Don't move! Stay right here! Or else I'm leaving you behind!"

That made you laugh. "You're my ride! Where else would I go?"

He literally sprinted to go get another device and waved at you before leaving, going to his truck. At that moment. you saw Rafe in the corner of your eye. He was alone now, his hands carrying a Buch of flower arrangements. His expression wasn't as gleeful as yours, but you chalked it up to him being tired of being the center of attention. Thinking it was the last time you'd ever run into him, you gathered the rest of your courage and walked up to him.

"Hi Rafe." He turned his attention to you and kept his face neutral. "Congratulations, I really enjoyed the speech you put out. I was hoping you'd be okay if I give this to you?"

You grabbed the letter from one of your pockets, and handed it directly to him. "What is it?" He roughly asked.

"Oh! Um, it's just a letter I wrote. It's not too important." It was to you at the time. "You can actually open it whenever you get the chance."

Before you could ramble on some more, Ward called Rafe over to take more photos with Sarah and Wheezie. Rafe gave a small smile. "Hey, sorry. I gotta go." He carefully took the envelope from your shaking hands, even though his hands were full of flowers and then placed it into his pocket before walking back to his family.

Your heart was racing and you could hear the thumping literally in your ears. You walked back to wait for your uncle and he came not long after gasping for air.

"Geez, I gotta do some more cardio! What'd I miss?" You shook your head and chuckled before letting him resume his photography. That night, as you started packing you belongings to move back home, unbeknownst to you, your letter was carelessly thrown in a drawer in the Cameron household drawer and was left unopened, forgotten by Rafe entirely.

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When you woke up, you promised yourself to take it easy, that you’d make your day more productive and focus on your work in order to forget the awkwardness form the day before. It was what you used to do when you felt a bit of heartache, like when you felt homesick, you’d put all your attention towards studying to forget the feeling of loneliness.

You had put on your best suit, the one that made you feel the most confident in, did your make up lightly to cover the dark circles under your eyes, and spritz on your favorite perfume. Then, you looked in the mirror one last time before you left. You liked what you saw, a reflection of a woman who worked hard to be where she stood. 

You reminded yourself that there were good days and bad days, and while yesterday ended on a sour note, you didn’t want to bring any negative energy to your workplace.

Rafe had texted you asking you for Miss Hayworth’s favorite flowers and a copy of her schedule, and that he would be showing up later to surprise her. You texted back with an answer, knowing that Heather was a typical romantic and loved getting roses and chocolates. 

When you arrived, you were still waiting for your boss to show up. It wasn’t normal for Heather to be late since she always wanted to leave a good impression towards her colleagues, and that also included you. 

You felt your phone buzz in hands, and it was Miss Hayworth. 

Heather: Running late. In some unexpected traffic. Can you handle my first appointment? 

You sighed as you sat down at your desk and typed a response back.

You: Of course! Be safe.

You checked Miss Hayworth’s schedule, and she was supposed to meet a Kyle Richardson at nine in the morning. You’ve heard of him before, but very vaguely. Miss Hayworth had once mentioned that he was a bit unpleasant to be around.

You put your phone down and went to work, starting off with reviewing documents and organizing paperwork.

You often corrected mistakes from other departments, reviewed legal documents, and gave Heather the most accurate data in the files she needed for meetings.

When you were an intern, you made sure to be as attentive to those around you, and you picked up on what your colleagues liked and disliked to do in the office. Heather noticed this, and offered you to be her personal assistant while the one before you was on maternity leave. She made sure to tell you that it was only temporary, but had confidence that you'd find a better opportunity elsewhere with her as a recommendation.

As you typed on your computer, you made sure to check the time every now and then. It was fifteen past nine when he arrived, you understood what she meant. Unpleasant was being nice. Kyle was a jackass. He came in strutting like he was the most important person in the room, even though it was just the two of you. 

 “Heather sure knows how to pick’em. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. You must be the new temp hire.”

It made your skin crawl when he leered at you, looking at you up and down before his eyes stayed at your legs. You weren’t even dressed inappropriately, but you instinctively pulled down your skirt.

He slid near your desk and introduced himself while you were still sat. He stood just a little too close and smelled of overpowering cologne. It was the kind that made your nostrils burn and eyes water a little.

You’ve had to deal with your fair share of assholes before, and you were pretty sure Heather did too, however, since it was just you in her office for now, it made the situation just a bit more uncomfortable since your boss wasn’t here to witness the harassment. 

The ticking from a hanging wall clock was the only sound you could hear, with the occasional outside noise from the city just waking up.

“Miss Hayworth is running a little behind. She requests that I take care of you while she on her way here.” You got out and pointed to a chair in front of your desk. “She’ll be here shortly.” You hoped so. 

However, when you mentioned it would just be the two of you for the time being, Kyle’s demeaner didn’t change. Instead, it seemed to make him bolder in his provocations. “Oh, I’m sure you can take care of me real good.”

He didn’t move from beside you. Instead, his hands found your shoulders, but you jumped right as he gripped you, feeling repulsed by his touch.  “What are you doing!” 

“Aww, come on. Let’s not pretend that you don’t know how you got here. You probably gave a few favors here and there. Why don’t you come work for me? The benefits are worth it.”

You hated what he was insinuating. Although you didn’t come from money, you’d studied your ass off and graduated at the time of your class with a degree in business. You were about to utter a string of profanity at the sexist asshole before a voice interrupted your outburst.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

___

When Rafe woke up in the morning, the last thing on his mind was you being in any kind of danger. He’d felt a little guilty for springing up his plans on you, but when you agreed, it eased his conscience just a little. 

After he dropped you off, he’d texted his friends what had happened when he went back to his apartment. Topper’s response was as expected, while Kelce’s had him cluching his phone a little more.

Topper: Yoooo aint no way Topper: Never thought I’d see the day Rafe Cameron actually put in some effort for another girl Topper: that mean you gonna agree on Ruthie’s double date plans??? Rafe: Fuck off Topper: :((( Topper: Why you gotta do me like that Kelce: You sure y/n is fine with this? Rafe: yeah, why wouldn’t she be Kelce: It just feels a little manipulative. Like you’re getting the answers to a quiz you didn’t study for Topper: He’s gotta point  Rafe: So im the bad guy for using all my resources to get with someone?  Rafe: Nah. We both want the same things at the end of the day Kelce: Which is? Rafe: Marriage. She gets her position in her company and I get a wife Rafe: it’s a win win  Topper: So you’re gonna invite Heather to Ward’s anniversary celebration? Topper: Thats gonna shut him up frfr Rafe: probably

He left it at that before going to sleep.

The day after, Rafe walked into the Hayworth Headquarter building holding a bouquet of red roses and a box of Godiva chocolates. He texted you that morning asking what flowers Heather would like and what else he should get her. 

y/n: Miss Hayworth likes red roses.  y/n: and chocolates. Preferably dark and the fancy kind. The more expensive, the better.

You responded pretty quickly that he was surprised you’d be up at seven in the morning. She must be an early bird. 

He made his way toward the office of Heather Hayworth and saw you. And he almost dopped the flowers. Your face was stricken with apprehension, but he could see a little bit of uneasiness behind your eyes. Your shoulders were stiff, and your were shaking.

Right next to you was a man he knew pretty well in the business world. Similar to Rafe, Kyle Richardson was a trust fund baby. However, that was probably the only thing in common they had together.

Kyle was the youngest son of a business tycoon, so he'd never be anyone's boss. Rafe would often see him clowning around at important business events and frolicking with high end escorts that kept him company. Generally, an embarrassment to his family.

Rafe has never been the guy you'd love to bring home to your parents, but he'd still be miles ahead compared to Kyle. So when he saw your reaction and heard Kyle's appalling words, he fumed.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

Immediately, Kyle stepped back like he was caught red handed doing something bad. He looked a little annoyed to be interrupted until he saw Rafe.

"You should've told me you had a boyfriend. I would've back off" Kyle Said, thinking the roses and chocolates Rafe held were for you.

Liar. Rafe said in his mind. "Nah, I don't think so. Even if she had one, you'd still be an asshole."

Kyle's face went red. If you didn't know any better, he looked like he could blow steam out both of his ears. "It was just a joke. Come on, man. Don't y'all know how to have fun?" He tried to deflect.

"Don't think you know what a woman having fun looks like. Y/n here looks like she'd rather jump in front of a bus."

"Excuse me? Do you know who I am? Who the fuck do you think you are?" He screeched, his attention now fully on Rafe.

Rafe just smirked. "I know you, you're Larry's kid, right? I don't think he'd take to kindly to hear what his asshat of a son is doing while he's suppose to sign over legal documents to Hayworth Hotels."

At the mention of Lawrence Richardson, the family patriarch, Kyle's face went white as a ghost. He gulped and asked, "How the fuck would he even know? It's your word against mine"

Rafe glance over to you, still reeling from the interaction. You looked shaken, and embarrassed which was so unlike you. He frowned thinking of what would've happened if he wasn't here.

"Well, it the two of us against you, so I think I've got the better odds." He said calmly, but you could sense that he was trying to control the anger that was practically radiating off his body.

"So how about we make a deal?" Rafe suggested. "Apologize to her and I might just let this slide."

Kyle looked like he'd rather eat shit. You thought he probably never had to apologize to another person ever in his life. He turned to face you and gritted through his teeth, "I'm sorry."

Before Kyle could even get in another word, Rafe ended the mater with a simple command. "Get out." He said coldly, leaving no room for arguments.

He didn't even have to repeat himself, as Kyle hastily ran out the office, ego probably bruised. Rafe then turn his attention to you.

"You good?" He wasn't the best at comforting people, but his tone made you feel safe.

"Yeah," you said softly. "just a little shocked. That's all."

Rafe placed the flowers and chocolate on your desk before guiding you back to your seat. He then abruptly left the room before swiftly coming back crouching down near your chair and bringing a bottle of water. He handed it to you. "Here. Cold water, to help with anxiety."

He noticed your hands were still shaking as you tried to open it. "Hold on. Let me." He said as he twist the cap off. Drinking it silently, the only noise was the ticking from the clock.

"How did you know?" You asked.

"How did I know what?" He questioned.

"That cold water helps."

Rafe didn't think you would ask about that, but if it made you forget about the Kyle situation, he would readily answer you. "Because I used to have a lot of anxiety when I was younger. Ya know? Being Ward Cameron's and all."

You blinked. You hadn't known. You stared at the bottle in your hands, suddenly remembering your interactions in the past and why he was the way he was to you.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Hey, don't do that. Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong." He noticed you fidgeting your fingers and hesitantly covered your hands with one of his. His hands felt warm against yours, and you hated how you loved the small act of comfort. You were supposed to move on from Rafe, but he made it difficult to do so.

You sighed. "Thank you for today, Rafe." You two stayed like that for a while before Rafe's phone started to vibrate and he stood up to look at it, taking his hand with him. You missed the warmth already.

When Rafe picked up, Topper had called him asking where he was and that he was needed back at his office. "Ward's been asking where you are and I can only keep saying restroom so many times."

Rafe sighed. He was reluctant to leave you alone but it seemed like Kyle had taken his warning literally, so he responded with, "I'm on my way. Just let him know I dealing with something personal. I'll think of something when I get back." He hung up before Topper could respond.

"Are you gonna be okay?" He asked you.

You hadn't meant to eavesdrop on Rafe's call, but you heard that he was needed back to his own company and felt guilty that you had kept him from going, so you nodded. "Yeah, Miss Hayworth should be showing up any time now, and security should be in too. Don't worry about it Rafe."

He had looked unconvinced but decided to let it go. "Hey, y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you just let Heather know those are for her?"

You looked back to your desk and saw the beautiful flowers and expensive chocolate. Finally remembering why he came. "Yeah. Of course. She'll be very happy to see these." You said softly.

"And one more thing. If he ever comes back, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll make sure he never messes with you or anyone else again." With that, he walked out the door and began his journey back to Cameron Development.

You stared at the door before your eyes fell on to the bottle in your hands, your mind wrestling with your heart after the development of today's events.

I'm so screwed.

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[mer-acle]

Silent Wars: Family Portrait

(for context, this picture was taken in summer 2018, making Athena 14, Ares 12 and Heph 2. For more context, Pallas moved away when Athena was 12)

Hera didn't expect anyone to meet her when she stepped out of the office. She hadn't gotten back to part time, just half a day once a week to help out her short staffed department and to get some time away from the house that she rarely got otherwise. Three kids, two in the house at all times, did that to a mother. 

"Mom!" 

She looked up. He waved, his bike leaning against the tree beside him. Hera frowned, seeing the girl next to him.

"Thea, how did you get here already?"

She opened her arms to hug her daughter. Athena wrapped her arms around her, burying her head in her blouse. Quiet. Always so quiet these days.

"You're both early," Hera repeated.

"My last period got cancelled," Ares said. "Auntie Hestia said we could pick up Thena together, and then Thena and me decided we'd pick you up too."

"That's sweet of you," Hera said. "Is Hestia at home with Heph? Did you tell her you were going?"

"I told her," Athena said. "She said it was okay."

Hera gently ruffled her curls.

"My responsible girl. How was your week?"

Athena shrugged. 

"It was okay. We learned about the battle of Yorktown in History."

Ares made a patented 'booooring' noise and Athena stuck out her tongue to him.

"Mooom!"

"Ares, if you start something, be prepared to get a similar response."

"Hera?"

They all turned to see Lauren, one of Hera's coworkers. Not a friend, definitely not, but not hated either. She came over to them hastily with that nervous energy that she always had.

"Are those yours?" She asked, pointing at the children. Hera nodded, ruffling Ares' hair affectionately. Athena was still leaning against her.

"Yeah, those are my two eldest. Athena and Ares." 

"So sweet," Lauren said. "Got ahead of you still not showing me the portrait photos you said you took."

Hera smiled mildly and pulled out her phone. 

"Good reminder."

She had the picture as her screensaver but she brought out the full picture that they had taken at a photo studio with surprisingly little hassle. Hephaestus had been thoroughly entertained by his siblings and had only fussed a bit near the end. 

"Awww," Lauren said, the only appropriate reaction as far as Hera was concerned. "Look how proper they look. And you can hold him, Athena?"

"I can hold him, too," Ares proclaimed. "We learned."

Athena nodded in agreement. 

Lauren smiled in the distinct way that adults do sometimes when they think children don't know what they're talking about.

"They're great pictures, you have to tell me where you had them made." She scrolled through. "And the little one looks just like you, Hera."

Hera smiled.

"So I keep being told."

Lauren squinted a little at a more close-up picture, then looked back at Athena and Ares.

"All different eyes," she commented with a light chuckle. "So who's adopted?"

Hera felt Athena stiffen beside her. She was thinking to laugh it off, but Athena beat her to it.

"Me," she said rigidly.

In another situation, how Lauren's face dropped would have been hilarious.

"What?"

"I'm who's adopted," Athena repeated. 

Lauren looked at Hera helplessly. Hera could guess. It had been a stupid thoughtless joke, Ares and Athena were undeniably siblings, and the woman was probably thinking the girl was pulling her leg.

Hera wrapped her arm around Athena's shoulders.

"Family isn't just made by blood," she said evenly.

Lauren stuttered, flushing red.

"So... So she's not yours then?" She managed weakly. Hera decided she had changed her mind and did hate her. 

"Oh, she is mine. That's what adoption means." Her tone was just polite still. "Athena's my child just as much as her brothers are. I never had grounds to mention it because it doesn't make a difference." Except to people like you.

She took back her phone, arm still wrapped around her daughter.

"We should get going," she said. "My sister is watching my youngest and I said I'd be back before two."

"Oh yes, right, then have a good weekend, see you next week."

Ares was already riding circles around them as Hera and Athena walked to Athena's bike.

The girl quietly picked it up and pushed it ahead beside Hera, walking beside her. Her fingers were tight around the handlebars.

"I'm sorry she put you on the spot like that, darling," Hera said softly.

Athena shrugged tightly.

"She didn't say anything wrong."

Hera put her hand the handlebars, stopping her.

"Athena." The girl looked at her with a slightly defeated look.

"People who say adopted kids aren't 'real' kids, even though I don't think that's what she meant to say, I know it's what you heard, and what I heard, they are wrong. I meant what I said, you are my daughter, no 'justs' or 'less than'. And if someone questions that, you're allowed to be hurt by it."

She offered Athena a hug, and the girl only hesitated for a moment before stepping into it.

"I missed you this week, Thea-girl," Hera murmured, burying her face in her daughter's soft hair. Athena's voice came muffled.

"I missed you, too, Mom."

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[stormythalamus]

My take on Mileven vs Byler debate:

Since the new teaser dropped and we’re all back at each other’s throats again, I’ve been thinking about how I want the couples to play out in the next season and thought I’d share my thoughts here weee

Okay here we go:

Just to be clear, I don’t care if you like Mileven or Byler or whatever else. These characters are not real, it's not that deep. Mileven’s and Byler’s can exist in peace and harmony I promise. A fair warning though, this post is definitely more anti-Mileven because it’s not my cup of tea. I personally have always hated the Mike x Eleven ship, mainly because I thought it was gross how this young girl had no concept of friends or family before being thrusted into a long-term romance at the age of twelve. After being controlled and used by men her entire life. I didn’t like how Eleven asked Mike to be her brother the same day they started dating, I didn’t like how overly obsessed they were with each other in season 3, I really didn’t like having to watch them make out for multiple minutes straight. That being said, I understand why people do enjoy it; they follow the classic Damsel / Savior trope to an extent, with who being what changing depending on the season. However, in reality, their relationship has done nothing but negatively impact them both in the long run. 

Jumping to season 4, their objectively worst season as a couple, we have the internal thoughts of these two characters and what they want for themselves laid out very clearly: 

Mike wants to be needed by someone/feel useful. 

Eleven wants to be normal, and later, grow into herself/her duty. 

Already, these motivations clash. We already saw this in season 3, when Mike gets insanely jealous over Eleven and Max becoming friends. Mike needs to feel needed by someone, and that someone has always been El. That was literally the foundation of their relationship; that Mike saved Eleven from the bad men, therefore becoming a hero in her and his own eyes. However, as Eleven begins to grow away from Mike and into herself as a human being, Mike begins to stress about losing her completely. In my opinion, this is why I believe he said he loves her in season 3, moreso out of fear than out of true love (maybe fear is too strong a word; more like inadequacy on his own part). 

Now, going back to season 4, this insecurity has grown substantially. Mike is now unable to tell Eleven he loves her, and Eleven constantly lies to Mike in order to be good enough for him. However, the most telling part of this season is Mike and Eleven’s relationship in relation to Will. Will does need Mike, and has expressed this time and time again over the course of all the seasons. Eleven, on the other hand, wants to grow away from Mike, and into a person outside of her relationship. I think people tend to overlook how insane El’s story is in fear of infantilizing her, however I think it’s very important to note that El’s life has been:

Raised in a lab until she was 12

Met Mike and Party, knew them for a week, began her relationship with Mike

Didn’t see Mike (or anyone, or anything, other than Hopper) for almost an entire year

Immediately resumes relationship with Mike, barely acknowledging her other friends, or doing anything with Mike other than kissing

Meets Max, gets a taste of what it’s like to be independent, immediately breaks up with Mike lol

Gets thrown into another life or death situation, forcing their relationship back together

Moves away and doesn’t know how to talk to him about how horrible her life is in fear of messing something up

Do you notice a thread here? Eleven has been constantly controlled and influenced significantly by those around her for her entire life. The closest she ever got to true independence was in California, but she was still being tethered by stress about Mike’s view of her and a complete lack of awareness of how school works (which, Joyce, homeschooling really wasn’t an option??)

People get dogged on all the time for saying El isn’t ready for a relationship, and I genuinely cannot understand why, because she clearly is not. She is a strong character with a good heart, but her complete lack of solo personal development makes the dynamic between the two feel odd and imbalanced. This is further emphasized by the insane pedestal Mike places Eleven on, calling her a superhero, something that she is, at least in my eyes, not fond of at all. Eleven hates having to be a savior all the time; she just wants to be normal. One point people like to bring up is how Mike is overly protective of Eleven in season 3 when he believes her to be over exerting herself, blaming Max for treating her like a machine. But… is this not just another form of control?? Let Eleven decide what her limits are! That is not Mike’s call. His overprotectiveness borders on obsession, clearly stemming from his need to be needed. If he isn’t there to help El, who will? Or… if he isn’t there to help El, what use is he? 

Now, back to Will, more specifically his painting for Mike. As we’ve established, Mike needs to feel important. He tells Will about his worries that Eleven won’t need him anymore, as she is growing and becoming even more powerful and important to the world than she has ever been. Will then presents Mike with the painting, saying that “these past few months, she’s been so lost without you. She’s just so different from other people, and when you're different, sometimes you feel like a mistake. But you make her feel like she's not a mistake at all, like she's better for being different. And that’s what gives her the courage to fight on.”

Interestingly, this is exactly what Mike wants to hear! Eleven loves him, she needs him, she feels lost without him. And this whole speech is what motivates Mike to tell Eleven that he loves her. Except… literally none of it is true. Mike is literally telling Eleven he loves her on completely false pretenses. He can finally say I love you to a version of Eleven that Will created. Even better, Will is just talking about himself in this scene! None of what he said even applies to Eleven. Eleven does not need Mike. She has made that clear. She loves Mike, but she does not need him. There is a clear distinction there, one that is very important when discussing Mike’s feelings. And the cherry on top of this nightmare sundae is that Mike and Eleven do not speak for the rest of the season after this confession. We literally end the season with El ignoring Mike and Mike going to talk to Will. Like??? I am so sorry but the fact that Mileven shippers consider this romantic or promising is laughable to me. Mike confessing that he loves Will’s fictional caricature of Eleven is NOT romantic!!1! And I’m pretty sure El knows something was up with that confession, too. I’m excited to see how they deal with the fallout in season 5. 

Okay, now for a slightly unrelated point: let’s compare Mike and Eleven to Lucas and Max. Now I think we can all agree Lucas and Max have a much stronger relationship than Mike and Eleven. If you disagree, I implore you to rewatch the show with your eyes open. From the way they handle disagreements (ex: Lucas confronting Max about ignoring him vs. Mike confronting El in season 4) to the way they are written, to the way that the actors talk about them, Lumax is clearly meant to be a much more serious, stable relationship. While we see them have disagreements, there is no doubt about how strongly Lucas feels for Max. And there never was; that was an intentional writing decision. Something that always stood out to me as noteworthy was the fact that in season 3, Lucas mentions how Max has dumped him multiple times, but that he was able to win her over every single time. These breakups are not shown on screen. Whereas with Mike and El, their breakups are literally all we see. Clearly, the writers want us to focus on how Lucas and Max have stayed a strong couple by honing in on their resilience and care regarding their relationship by mentioning, but not centering, on their teenage breakups. However, the exact opposite is true for Mike and Eleven; we are intentionally being shown their silly teenage drama and breakups, because that is what the writers think is important about their relationship. I’m honestly surprised more people don’t talk about this. And yes, Mike and Eleven do come to resolutions after their fights, but they are never very… strong, or taken seriously. People have talked this point into the ground, but Mike crumpling up two of Eleven’s letters on screen, and even throwing one in the trash, is like… wow. Interesting choice if he’s so in love with her. Especially with the way he reacts to Will’s painting. All this to say, Lumax solos. 

At the end of the day, I don’t really give a shit if Mike ends up with Will or El. I would honestly prefer neither just because the absolute outrage on both sides would be funny. But I do think he’s much more compatible with Will. I will say, I think the Duffer Brothers have dug themselves into quite the deep hole here. I genuinely cannot see a way where everyone will be happy with the outcome of this season. On one hand, Mike and Eleven could resolve their issues, Mike would friendzone Will, and Will’s entire character for the past two seasons will have been dedicated to suffering and uplifting a straight couple at his own detriment. Not a great look. Especially since in season 4, literally all Will did was be sad about his feelings for Mike, while simultaneously trying to help his relationship. Maybe I have too much faith in Netflix, but the fact that the writers decided to make Will gay and in love with Mike makes me believe in Byler being canon more than anything else, solely because there was literally zero reason to include that plot line other than to make Will’s already miserable life even harder. They could’ve very easily introduced a new character in season 2 or 3 as a love interest for Will, while exploring his isolation and self-hatred by having Mike and the rest of the Party help him feel more comfortable in himself. The fact that a large portion of his character is his feelings for Mike is going to make it look very bad if they don’t end up together in the end. 

nOn the other hand, if Mike and Will get together, I imagine the reaction from the GA is going to be… horrific. Not even considering the staggering amount of homophobia, the confusion alone from a casual viewer may be enough to not make them have Byler become a couple. I will say, it would be a lot to have in one season, especially since Will hasn’t even come out as gay yet in the show. I actually had to tell my mom he was gay after finishing season 4; she didn’t even pick up on it. I can’t imagine how confused a casual viewer would be if Mike suddenly broke up with his four seasons long girlfriend to get with her step-brother in the last season. But in that case, why would you let it go on this long??? And who is telling Finn Wolfhard to look at Will Byers like he hung the stars???? And why is there a One Way sign pointing to his closet????? And WHYY are they letting their cast members (ie Noah) hype it up so much if it’s not happening!????? I literally need the next season because I cannot even fathom what the plan is to fix this absolute mess of a love triangle they’ve created. It’s either gonna go down in history as the best queer slowburn ever or the worst queerbaiting case in existence. I bet I’ll enjoy it either way, since Will has been my favorite character for a while and he’s clearly taking center stage this season! Very exciting. 

Congrats if you made it this far, hope this all made sense. It’s like 3am and I just wanted to write about this for some reason lollll. I havent done a rewatch in a minute so hopefully there’s nothing inaccurate in here : )

[bakwaaas]

hi i need some advice and i don’t wanna ask anyone i know irl because im not ready to make this a big deal yet. basically im engaged and my fiancé will be doing his masters soon. the original plan was for him to do his masters in our country and we would have our nikaah done before and then i’ll move with him for his masters, which is fine for me because i work remotely and my only location requirement for my job is i have to live in our country. then after he graduates with his masters we’ll have the big reception and party.

however, he got accepted into a really prestigious university abroad for his masters. i am really proud of him for how hard he worked. but now he’s come to me and said that because i can’t move abroad with him (job needs me to stay in my country & visa issues) there’s no need for us to do the nikaah anymore, and that we can just do the nikaah and big reception when he comes back. i was taken aback by this (he told me this information on EID) because i dont understand why we can’t do our nikaah now. if we’re married i can go visit him abroad, and his university country is beautiful we could go on trips there and stuff. yeah we won’t be able to live together immediately but it will be easy to spend time together. more importantly, the nikaah is planned. it’s a small event at my family home but i have my outfit, so do both our family, the marquee tent and caters are booked. how can we just cancel that because he’s going abroad for a year??

honestly i was so shocked out his logic. there’s no reason to postpone anything. it’s inconvenient for our families first of all, and second it doesn’t make sense. if we don’t have our nikaah we won’t see each other for a whole year. my parents are quite modern but not that modern they’ll let me travel abroad to see my man i’m not married to??

i can’t decide if he just doesn’t understand how much effort has gone into planning the nikaah even though it’s small. and also a part of me deep down thinks he doesn’t want to get married so he can have total freedom while at university, even though i hate myself for doubting him. i hate this so much because i don’t want to argue with him about this and i don’t want to have to force or convince him to marry me now. i’ve never had a single doubt about him we’ve been dating for 2 years before we got engaged. my family loves him so do all my friends, which is why i don’t want to tell them about this because it’ll cause issues and i’d rather try and sort this out with my fiance one on one first but i don’t even know how to approach this.

another thing to note is his family don’t know about his new plan either. he only told me because he wants us to be on the same page.

any advice will be appreciated. my heads been hurting from frustration and confusion since yesterday 😭

to be honest, it does sound like on some level he doesn’t want to fully commit to you as he wants to keep his options open… he will be moving abroad and meeting lots of new people as he’ll be at university. as you said, his plan makes no sense. everything is already organised, so why cancel now? plus you won’t see each other for a year, how can anyone sustain a relationship that way? I can’t see any logical reason to inconvenience everyone and cancel a wedding that’s already planned other than that he intentionally wants to be single whilst he is away. the cynic in me says he wants to keep his options open whilst he’s abroad and have you waiting on him back home and if he doesn’t find anyone better, he’ll resume the relationship with you when he gets back. I hope I’m wrong but that’s just how this situation seems from my perspective, unless he truly is that inconsiderate and thoughtless but even that is alarming

[blackwall-my-tiny-husband]

Word with friends 6-2

Wonderful word game by @hedwigoprah

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing!

This Week's word is :: Avarice (noun)

1. Excessive or inordinate desire of gain; greed for wealth

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Wearing loose fitting pajama pants Zalan was lounging across three cushions of the couch in the baggiest shirt he owned and frowning. He was looking at the tv but wasn’t paying any attention to whatever show was on. He only had something on to kill time anyway, really he was just bored and waiting for—

The door swung open and Zalan immediately perked up, sitting up to look over the couch back at Harding, ready to tease her for taking so long when he caught sight of her.

“Lace!” Harding was standing there panting, slamming the door shut behind her. A dark red bruise was already blooming over her eye and cheek, her lip was split, there was a cut on her forehead still bleeding. Zalan was hopping over the back of the couch and standing in front of her before she could speak. Gently he held her face examining the damage.

“Daathrata’s goons got me, but that’s not important what’s important is he sent me with a message.” She was speaking in a rush but Zalan was only half listening, his fingertips brushing against her skin, concern for her evident on his face.

“Which goons did this?” He was tilting her chin up trying to decide how bad the bruising was. Harding swatted his hands away,

“Zalan! You aren’t listening to me, he was sending a message. He knows who we are, he called you out by name, not by your crow codeword but your full name. That means he knows where we live, everything about you.” She insisted, trying to get through his thick head but he was gently corralling her towards the little kitchen area and turning away only long enough to pull out a first aid kit from under the sink.

“I can worry about how much danger we’re in after I smash someone’s face in for doing this to you.” He didn’t growl the words but he wanted to. Instead he pulled out a wipe to dab at the cut still oozing blood on her forehead. Softly he brushed away some stray hairs; there were more flyaways than normal, parts of her braids had hair sticking out at funny angles like they’d been yanked on and there were strands loose dangling around her face.

“Viago will-“ she’d started at seeing the way his eyes narrowed, she was always too perceptive, always able to know what he was thinking too well.

“Tell me which underlings Lace, please.” He interrupted, his thumb rubbing under her uninjured eye, angry face softening for a moment as he leaned closer to her. She let out a sigh that he was sure was partially exasperated but there was some relief in it too with the way she leaned into it briefly.

“It was the two bouncers for that stupid strip club- The Jewel of Antiva.” She grumbled, pulling Zalan’s hand away and glaring up at him. “But if you just go over there and kill them you know Viago will be pissed. The Crows have a very tenuous truce with the Daathrata family, if we go after them directly it could be all out war.” She spoke slowly and seriously like she was trying to make him see reason but Zalan didn’t care. He knew Viago would kill him if he waltzed in and shot them but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make it look like an accident. Or a robbery gone wrong. Or a hundred other ways Zalan could hide the deaths while making sure they suffered for touching Lace Harding.

“Discreet is my middle name, Lace.” He teased, putting a small bandage over the worst of the cuts while she rolled her eyes at him.

//

It was almost dark by the time Zalan had gotten both him and Harding moved to a new apartment. Viago hadn’t been happy but they had been wondering for some time now when the other shoe would drop after the data one of their more mysterious contracts asked for had ended up being used in a move against the Daathrata’s empire. Zalan still maintained that the crows had no idea when he got the info that it would be used against the Butcher’s newer mob enterprise so it wasn’t his fault. But despite being upset at him Viago still set them up with a new apartment in a different part of town under some new name.

As soon as they were settled in enough and Harding had been patched up Zalan changed into his gear. Lace followed him around trying to talk him down but he was determined. If they wanted to send him a message they wouldn’t be doing it through Harding again.

“Fine then.” She finally said before grabbing at her own gear from the bags scattered around their bedroom. But Zalan gently pulled her away from the bags,

“You are hurt and I’m only going to kill a few guys, I shouldn’t need you tracking ten locations and covering me. I should be in and out and be back before dawn.” He joked, stepping close and cradling her face in his hands. “I love you and I won’t let them get away with hurting you like this.”

She grumbled at him but yanked him in for a kiss which Zalan returned eagerly before stepping away. He promised Harding he’d be back before sunrise and by the blood that would soon cover his hands come dawn he would keep that promise.

//

The shadows were thick around the downtown strip club. People; loud people, drunk people, people looking for good times milled around the streets, the alleyways clogged with rushing bodies. The sights and sounds of the busy high tech city of Treviso was usually like white noise to Zalan- a calming drone, but tonight it was something to be filtered out, ignored. Tonight he was on the hunt.

In an alley just off one side of the building the crow was positioned up high; not fully on the rooftops but high enough for him to have a vantage point. He was fully decked out in his tactical gear and crouched on someone’s fire escape. There he waited. Silent as falling snow. The noise dipped and grew as time ticked by, But after several hours his targets turned into the alley. They were escorting one of their showgirls to the parking lot around back, sniping quietly at the girl.

The moment they were far enough down the alley they wouldn’t be easily noticed from the road he dropped down. Crashing onto the shoulders of one of the big quanri he used his momentum to shove the bouncer to the ground, smashing the larger man’s face into the pavement. There was a curse from his other side and Zalan swiveled on his heels, lunging for the other guard before he could draw a gun. Knocking the guard over he scrambled onto his back, slipping the steel wire of the garrote around the qunari’s neck and yanked.

The girl had made some startled gasp but wasn’t screaming yet and Zalan spared her a glance while the man under him struggled.

“Get out of here. Don’t turn back. Leave before I change my mind.” He snapped, voice strained from the effort. The girl was pale but she nodded and scurried off. Zalan turned back to the Qunari on the ground and reeled the wire back around his hand again, ignoring the angry gurgles coming from the man, stepping on one of his flailing hands, pinning it to the pavement. Leaning back to put more pressure he could feel the panic through the spasming muscles of the man but just as he was about to reel in another length of wire he was grabbed from behind.

The other bouncer hadn’t stayed down and yanked Zalan by the back of his shirt. The crow cursed and fumbled with the piano wire wrapped around his hands. He could feel the steel bite into his skin through his gloves but he could also feel how much tension that had put on the bodyguard on the ground too. The gurgles were cut off as the force pulled the sharpened wire into the man’s neck cutting it open. Blood spilled onto the concrete and the crow hastily slipped one hand out of the wire, that end falling to the ground and sliding through the wound, cutting deeper.

The bouncer threw Zalan back against a wall. The air wheezed out of him at the impact and the Qunari growled, stalking towards him, nose broken.

“What do we have here- a little crow? Aren’t you too far from your cage?” He taunted, grabbing for Zalan. The assassin ducked out of reach and threw himself past the muscular qunari tossing out a hidden knife. It embedded into the bouncer’s thigh. With a curse the bouncer tried to throw a punch at Zalan who nimbly dodged out of the way.

“Are you here for revenge? For your little dwarf whore? Did she bruise up prettily?” The big man jeered, laughing cruelly at the crow. Zalan whipped his head to he qunari, caution thrown to the wind he leapt at the man, clinging to his back and kicking the knife handle to dig it deeper into the man’s flesh. The bouncer punched at Zalan’s head, connecting several times before the crow dug another small dagger into the meat of his shoulder. He desperately wished in that moment he’d brought his poison tipped knives but he’d told Lace he wouldn’t make it obvious who killed them. He was regretting that choice now as he bouncer growled in pain and slammed his back against the brick of the wall. Zalan grunted at the pain and air whooshing out of him again. He managed to get his feet back under him as he slid down the wall having been dislodged from the man’s back and stood on shaky legs.

“You brought this upon yourself little crow. Your own avarice, your greed, doomed you both. You’ll regret your actions then and now. If you’d just stayed out of the Butcher’s business you wouldn’t need to worry about what we’ll do to her next time.” The big man grinned, a vile thing, and punched at Zalan. Rage helped numb the pain and he took the hit then slid in close to the qunari’s body, kneeing him in the stomach and grabbing onto his neck when he bent over in pain. Grinding his teeth Zalan threw himself into a full body twist, rotating himself until he heard the ugly snap of the man’s neck and felt him go limp and released him letting him fall to the ground.

Breathing hard and with the pain starting to sink in he sneered at the two bodies, retrieving his knives and wire from where they lay.

“I regret nothing. Except not murdering you faster.” He grumbled, pouring lighter fluid over the two men. He drug the two further into the alley and limped back a little ways, tossing the match onto the pile, setting it ablaze. He’d have to get out of there quickly now and he huffed a breath, knowing the bruises would slow him down.

He turned to start his climb back up the fire escape when a headlight flashed over him and the rev of an engine made him glance to the opening of the tiny street. A motorcycle sat there and when the rider flipped up their visor Ilene’s face greeted him.

“Get on the bike if you know what’s good for you.” She called and with a resigned sigh he ignored the pain and jogged over to her, climbing on behind her despite the ever present undercurrent of dread that always settled in the pit of his gut when he rode.

“Who told you?” He grumbled, gripping her middle and praying to everything that she wouldn’t decide to just kick him off the moving bike somewhere at top speed later.

“Harding called and told me you were being an idiot again.” She yelled the words over her shoulder and he tried to ignore the fact there wasn’t a helmet to put on as she gunned it down the road, the speed making his insides drop and his stomach flip. Of course Harding had. At the moment he was grateful not to have to limp his way back but he also knew the other de Riva was going to give him hell when they got back. But he still told himself it was worth it as they sped at incredibly high speeds far away from the fire in that lonely little alley.

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It’s a little on the late side but I’ll go ahead and gently tag some people (who’ve probably already done theirs but just in case you haven’t) @pixiedurango @davrinsleftpectoral @chaosherald @annfirestar @shadowcrow @falcatas @thedissonantverses

@kabsey I borrowed your Rook for just a second, she’s too cool and should definitely still smack Zalan (also let me know if I should change/add anything for her)

[useless-catalanfacts]

Btw if you come on holidays and stay at an AirBnb instead of an actual registered hotel I hate you personally. Not "I hate the gentrification and touristic massification and the way we can't live in our homes and are forced to move away because of tourism" in an abstract way- No, not just that. I hate you.

[coridallasmultipass]

Vent/grief

[thebluebygracieabrams]

when the competition is making me cry in 10 seconds and your opponents are my parents

[chososcutie]

⟡ ݁₊˚⊹ SWEETHEART, SORRY IM LATE, I WAS LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ synopsis♡: when one fateful day leads to you being cursed, you go on a mission to find the infamous satoru gojo and his castle, but little do you know you’d find yourself in his bed later that night..

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ featuring♡: satoru gojo x reader

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ tags♡: unprotected sex, riding, oral (fem!recieving), mating press, praise, making out, p in v, cervix kissing, big dick gojo!

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ a/n♡: howl’s moving castle is my favorite studio ghibli film ever, so you already know i had to write a fanfic about it!

—𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ w/c♡: 4.5k

"oh, darling won't you come out of that hat shop with us, you're truly overworking yourself!"

you smile softly, eyes flickering over to where your expectant sisters stood watching you, before looking back at the vibrant purple hat you had been working on, threading through with flowers. "oh no, i couldn't. you all go ahead, though."

they giggle softly at your reply, already well-acquainted with your firm work ethics and habits of almost never leaving the shop, tossing a, "suit yourself!" over their shoulders.

and as the door closes behind them, leaving you to stare at all of the colorful creations of caps littering your desk, you sigh, leaning back to take them all in.

maybe you had been working too hard..

being the eldest daughter of your family, you had been entrusted with the shop from a young age, making and sewing up hats for a living. it had been your father's, though now had been passed down to your mother, who had appointed you as an apprentice, although you were practically the only one who crafted and fabricated everything, and though the work was quiet and calming, it did tend to get rather boring at times.

the interior of the shop was tiny and just a bit cramped, every available surface being taken by assortments of feathery, patterned hats in almost every color. brown, old, and creaking rows of shelves surrounded your working area along with coatracks dipping under the weight of all the caps resting on them.

and though it wasn't much, it was yours.

you continued working for another hour, listening to the rickety clock on your wall tick tick tick away, with an impending sense of dull weariness.

was this all you were ever meant to do?

finally, you push back in your chair with a squeak! decidedly grabbing your hat and plucking it on your head, locking and closing the shop door with a resolute slam.

you would get out and see the town to clear your head. it wasn’t good to lock yourself away in the shop for too long, so you needed to breathe some fresh air before you started working again, and find some inspiration.

and so, you venture out through the hustle and bustle of crowded markets, trains whistling and blowing gray smoke as they chuff along, and the bumping of carriages along stoney paths.

the air grows thick with the amount of people thronging around you, spilling heedlessly in countless directions, and after more than one person gets in your way and abruptly stops, you huff, veering off toward a side alleyway.

it wasn't ideal but it would just have to..

bump!

“hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone? you lost, sweetheart?”

a slightly heavier set, blonde man leaned in front of you on a wall, blocking your path. he smiled down at you condescendingly, but it lacked any actual warmth, all teeth instead.

“n-no sir, i’m not lost.” you manage to stammer out, trying to duck past him, but seemingly out of nowhere his companion sidles up next to him, bumping his hip and peering down at you, his mean brown eyes and thick mustache seeming menacing in the dim lighting.

“you sure?” his friend snickers, one gloved hand reaching for your side and spinning you around to press against his chest, a sinisterly unfamiliar cologne surrounding and practically suffocating you with its intensity. “why don’t we show you the way home?”

“leave me alone!” you gasp out, trying to break free from their suddenly too-tight grip on you.

“there you are sweetheart, sorry i’m late, i was looking everywhere for you.”

your body stiffens as a large, warm hand comes to grasp gently at your wrist, tugging you away from the two men, and spinning you around to lay eyes on the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

his eyes were azure colored and half-lidded, his voice low and resonant throughout the empty alleyway. he was dressed extravagantly with a poofy white button-up and red and black pattered overcoat flowing loosely behind him, and as his eyes meet yours, something warm twinges in your stomach, the feeling spreading all down your body hotly.

his gaze flickers away to the men still stood there, as if noticing them for the first time, and something about him sharpens, voice noticeably colder. “oh? and what are you two doing?”

"hey, we were just.." the blonde one's voice raises indignantly, trying to pull you back to them with a hasty tug.

"leaving." the blue-eyed man behind you finishes, his other hand lifting to raise his pointer finger and slice it to the side, causing the two men to immediately break into a march, boots landing heavily as they stomp away in sync.

"wha.. how did you?" you stare up at him in wonder, his own flicking down to your face with a small little smirk tugging at his lips.

"magic. now hang on!"

before you can even reply, he's grabbing you by the hand, and lifting you effortlessly up, up, up, into the sky, floating alongside him high above the town, all the people below you seemingly tiny dots scattered around the vibrant landscaping.

"oh!" you exclaim, fearfully clinging onto him as you feel weightless, the air whooshing below and around you.

"straighten your legs, it's okay.." the white-haired man whispers to you playfully, hands curling protectively around you. "now, start walking andd.. see! you're a natural!" he laughs softly at your hesitant steps into the air, growing more confident as he holds you up with ease.

the ground becomes a blur as you match each other's steps, airily floating as if it were any other day, coasting in sync as colors whirl below you in a mess of banners and flags.

"so, where ya headed?" the man's sultry, honeyed tone interrupts you as you quickly turn to glance at him, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"oh, i.. uh.. just the hat shop."

so much for your day out.

"hmm, a hat maker you are?" you follow his eyes to where they linger on your simple little sun hat adorned with red ribbon.

"something like that.."

he smiles as he glides over to the small overlooking balcony outside your workshop, helping you down easily, your wide eyes gazing up at him as he prepares to leave again.

"make sure to be more careful next time you're out, mmkay? not everyone around here is quite as gentlemanly as me." his tousled, snowy white hair billows around him as he grins down at you teasingly.

" 'kay.." you nod shyly, and he begins to back up, smile widening.

"good girl."

and blowing a kiss to you, he jumps back off the balcony, eliciting a small gasp from you as you instantly rush over to press yourself against it, straining for a better look.

but he's already gone, practically dissipated into thin air.

with a tired sigh, and a combing of your fingers through messy hair, you lock the door to your shop with a click! before slumping down to the floor.

it had been a long day, and just as you're starting to relax, you hear a small, telltale tinkling of the bell that hangs above your door, alerting you when new customers arrive.

"hello? sorry ma'am we're closed right now." you start to stand up, noticing the woman in front of you, her face slightly flushed and eyebrows scrunched, as if in anger.

her figure is awfully plump, with a round, chubbed neck and doughy arms that hang out of her dress like deflated balloons.

her makeup is done rather sharply, as if made to look intimidating with hooked eyeliner and boldly colored eyeshadow, all accompanied by rouge red lipstick and a mole on the side of her mouth.

"why, you!" she stops right in front of you, lifting her─many─chins to stare down the bridge of her flat nose at you. "it was you he was floating around with this afternoon?"

you stiffen. she couldn't possibly mean..

"that wretch!" she hisses angrily. "eleven miserable years of my life spent chasing him! and this is what he does?" she slams her hand down on the counter loudly, causing you to flinch.

"please leave now! we're closed!" you say, your voice taking on a more firm tone as you try not to tremble, straightening yourself up.

she wheels around at you then, as if having forgotten you were there, still rambling on with passion. "oh? standing up to the most powerful witch, are we?"

her overdone, puckered lips draw up into a sinister little grin as you start to back up, unsure of yourself now.

witch?

"since he likes you so much, let's see if you can win over my precious, when i haven't been able to in more than a decade!"

black oozing spirits erupt from her flabby form, rushing over to you as you stand agape, horrified.

"and if you don't manage to fully capture his fleeting heart, you will die!"

all of a sudden, a cloying murky fog drifts in the homey space of the shop, invading your every sense, and clogging your nose tightly.

"what..?" you gasp, but all at once, it surges over to you, enveloping you in its tepid humidity, your mouth gulping in thick heaves of it, pouring into your throat, mouth, eyes, and nose with tendrils extending out of you, like a possession of your very body.

and then.. all is silent as darkness settles upon you, save for the fading echoes of the evil witch's deep, resounding laugh booming throughout the night.

when you open your eyes again, peeking out through your fingers carefully, you don’t feel different, with the exception of a vague, lingering sense of fear.

you were still plain ol' regular you, the you that stayed in working all day and turned down invitations to go out, opting to sew hats instead.

but something was.. off.

what had happened last night to make you so dazed, and memories so jumbled up?

and then, as quickly as it had been evading you, it all comes rushing back─ the man who had floated you into the air as if in a dream, the witch appearing, the sound of her cackle as she cursed you..

when you think back on the specifics of the spell she had cast however, you feel yourself pale, hands falling to your sides limply.

you were supposed to make the mysteriously magical guy that you had met yesterday fall in love with you? when you didn’t even know his name, or who he was?

that was practically impossible.

taking a deep breath, you desperately begin to wrack your brain for ideas as you try not to panic or think about the cruel ways the witch would kill you if you didn’t end up being capable of it.

one way you knew however that would be worth a shot to undo the curse, would be to find a well-practiced witch or wizard, and have them lift the curse from you, saving you a lot of time having to look for the elusive man and making him love you.

but.. there was no guarantee it would work.

you sigh heavily, trying to calm yourself down. that would mean leaving your town behind to move toward the wastelands where the witches resided, and in turn, leaving your faithful little shop, the only place you’d ever known to travel in the hopes for a remedy.

and so, it was with great strength that you straightened yourself up, huffing determinedly, and placing your hat firmly upon your head before heading out, intent on finding a way to break the curse before it was too late..

to the far west of the town, where weeds ran wild and the flowers never bloomed, muddy trails streaked across the land in brown stripes, was where you found it.

a creaking thing, four-legged and made of rotting wood with rusty pipes haphazardly sticking out of it, emitting black curling smoke to twine through the air, its agape, timber mouth and chipping, corroded eyes bringing a shiver to your spine.

gojo’s castle.

you had heard of it many times from your sisters, stories varying from grossly evil reenactments of how he devoured the hearts of beautiful women in search of his own, to tales of his haunting beauty, with glowing, cerulean eyes that were the last thing you'd ever see of the world, never being able to tell a soul.

and then it occurs to you.

of course! gojo was the most powerful wizard of them all, wielding magic that left no trace, going along with his cold reputation and secretive identity.

he could easily remedy the curse placed upon you with a snap! of his deadly fingers, but with the consequence that you still might not leave alive.

you look back up at the faltering, tarnished castle beginning to build up speed as it strode along.

it was now or never.

and so, with a running start and a leap of faith, you manage to clamber aboard the quickly taking-off oxidized clunker, clutching on to the door handle tightly before the wind practically shoves you inside, falling to the floor in a heap with a little, “oof!”

and when you look back up, rubbing your head with a wince, the enormity of the castle stretches before you, all glittering details that suggest riches, and antique, aged wooden furniture, cobwebs crowding near the top of the roof from the impossible vastness of it all.

slowly, you make it to your feet again, looking down all of the many stretching hallways for a sign of life, your steps clicking on the tiled floor ominously.

“hello? anyone here?” you call out, but to no avail.

eventually, your steps lead you to a small, tucked away room, filled with heaps of glinting trinkets and worn carpet that suggested someone had been here many times before.

there are bookshelves with dusty paperbacks piled atop them and shiny frames, but your interest was in the hefty bed shoved in the center, dipping under the weight of quilted blankets thrown lazily across it, and antique floral pillows that looked alike to a grandmother’s.

from the hours of walking that it had taken you to get here, your feet ached and your eyelids were already starting to droop from exhaustion.

all you needed was a nice sleep, and after evaluating your choices, your fatigue eventually wins as with a soft sigh, you shed your slightly muddied clothes into a pool on the floor, and trudge to the edge of the bed, lifting the heavy covers to slide in, your breathing slowing as you drift off, blissfully unaware of the warmth radiating from someone next to you.

darkness covers the room, so you don’t notice when you turn over on your side and press your soft tits against a moving, breathing body next to you, slinging your leg across him and drifting back off.

but he does, stirring awake with a sleepy murmur and tired, blue eyes blinking open only to freeze on your face, his cock hardening painfully in his pants instantly.

it couldn’t be..

you yawn sleepily, shifting closer only for your hand to drape itself directly across his lap,

fuck.

his eyes squeeze shut, breathing coming in soft, short pants as he tries to control himself.

this was so wrong, you were sleeping, completely unaware of..

your eyes flutter, and you groan as your hand curls around something hot, heavy, and pulsing, twitching beneath your touch frantically.

immediately, his face flushes a tinge pinker, eyes growing half-lidded and his breaths coming faster. wake up, wake up, wake up.

and then with a small yawn, your eyes blearily open to blink drowsily at your surroundings, startling only when they land on the pleading, blue eyed man next to you, hips unintentionally pushing up into your hand for more.

you scramble backward as your eyes land on where you’re tightly gripping him, gasping with surprise and already stumbling over an apology.

“i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t know there was someone in here or i would’ve..”

but before you can stutter out another word, his mouth is on yours, and he’s kissing you hard, lips crashing onto yours a little uncertainly, as if he was lacking the experience, only making up for it in eagerness as he quickly finds the softness of your hip, pulling you closer and tugging your leg over him so the heat of your core is against him.

and then, as suddenly as he had been on you, he pulls back, face still shadowed and lined with the darkness of night as you gasp for breath from the intensity of it all.

you lean closer to him, causing your plushy tits to press up against his arm as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dark, only being able to see a faint outline of the man before you.

“i’m trying to control myself, but you’re making it a bit hard, sweetheart.” his voice is deep, slightly hoarse, and familiar all at once though you can’t quite place where you know him from.

you feel warmth pooling between your legs and lean forward, your hair tickling his face as you prop yourself up atop him.

“are you gojo? the wizard who eats the hearts of pretty girls?” you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together subtly.

he swallows thickly, lips parting slightly as his hand slowly makes its way to squeeze the soft, supple skin of your thighs as if grounding himself, his body feverish beneath yours as you feel his raging bulge poking into you with every small movement you make.

"s-something like that, although right now i'm thinking of eating something else.." his large hands skim slightly over your inner thighs, grazing the hot, gushing flood of wetness that had already begun to seep from your panties generously, one long thick finger curling slightly to press on your throbbing lil' clit like a button, your pink lips parting in a gasp as your eyes roll back immediately.

“y-you..” but your words immediately die in your throat as the bed dips and creaks as he rolls you over so he’s on top of you before pressing soft kisses all the way down your body, breathing out a soft, “s’this okay?” to which you quickly nod, already breathless for more.

and then he’s tugging your panties down in one swift motion, and exhaling sharply at the sight of your dripping cunt all laid bare before him, the feeling of the cool air grazing you making you squirm slightly.

two warm, large palms spanning across your waist hold you down as he nuzzles his head between your thighs, placing a chaste kiss to your pussy before pulling back, strings of arousal already attached to his lips.

“mmh.. so sweet.” he quickly buries himself between your legs, busying his mouth with lapping at you like a man starved, his tongue dipping into your honeyed cunt for more as the tip of his pert, button nose nudges against your clit.

“g-gojo!” you gasp out, your head falling back onto the pillows and back arching up helplessly as he uses hot, calculated sweeps of his tongue to stroke against you perfectly, slippery drool stringing sloppily between your legs.

“please..” he grunts, sucking your sensitive, twitchy bundle of nerves into his mouth before releasing with a sticky pop! “call me satoru.”

“satoru.. fuck!” you moan softly, body desperately curving up as you grind against his face for more friction which he lets out a pleased groan at, hands coming to your hips to rock you back and forth, suffocating himself in your warmth.

he quickly throws your legs over his broad shoulders, his head shaking side to side as he sticks out his tongue, gathering all of your honeyed slick with eagerness while you can only writhe and cling onto the snowy locks of his tousled hair tightly, tossing your head back with every loud moan he draws out of you.

it's only when you glance down that you notice the way his hips are desperately rutting against the creaking mattress, humping his throbbing, raging boner into the cushy bed for some form of relief as he eats you out vigorously, parting your sappy folds with his lengthy, dextrous tongue.

“castle gets lonely..” he mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations rocketing up your spine and causing a whine to get stuck in your throat as your stomach knots achingly tighter, the tang of your release on your tongue. “so m’so glad you decided to stop by..”

your eyes glassily cross, barely able to think or hear what he’s saying above the roar of blood crashing in your ears and your heavy breathing, hips twitching up into his mouth and thighs trembling as your stomach aches with the intensity of it all.

and then his whole mouth is covering your core, hot strings of spit mingling with your own sultry mess to streak down your thighs obscenely, and the stimulation turns out to be too much, as all at once your vision turns spotty and you're cumming hard, saturated shimmery squirt just gushing out of you as your body turns into a trembling, whining mess beneath him, sensitivity making your thighs clamp hard around his head.

and as he laps up every drop of your candied cunt, lips glossy and splotches of your sticky wetness pooling across his face, you can only shudder as he continues to suck and slurp at you, until you're desperately pushing him away, the tingling of overstimulation starting to settle over you in pulsing waves.

he sits back, out of breath and you see the slippery sheen of your essence dripping off his glistening chin in droplets, as he eyes you hungrily, like he hasn't had enough until he devours you whole.

he slowly makes his way back up to your face, your back hitting the plush mattress with a thump! as he pins you down, head lazing in a downward angle to draw your attention to the achingly painful, twitching bulge in his pants, sexy half-lidded blue eyes opening just wide enough for you to lock eye-contact.

blue? why did that remind you of someone..

but all of your thoughts are lost the second he's sliiiding his pants down and revealing the neatly trimmed, tufted white happy trail leading all the way to a massive, blushing pink cock, veiny and girthy with milky precum frosting out his tip so prettily.

his lip catches between his teeth as he wraps around himself with one hand, and begins to pull upward in rough-paced tugs, as his head lolls back, more stringy precum coming to gloss over his thickened mushroom head.

"you just gonna watch, or are ya gonna help me out here, doll?" he huskily drawls out, shuddering as you immediately spring to action, coming to straddle his lap in one fluid movement, desperately aligning yourself flush with his heavy cock and sinking down just on the chubbed, rounded tip with a grimace at how enormously big he was.

he makes a gruff noise, leaning back as he helps you to slowly work your way down onto his length, taking every thumping! veiny inch of him to meld into your hot, clenching walls, jaw falling slack at the pure effort it is just to fit him halfway.

"oh g-god, sweetheart.." he chokes out and you feel him pulsating and twitching faintly inside you as if he's fighting back the urge to cum right then and there, his hair flopping into his eyes as he rocks forward slightly.

and then, one thick finger is finding itself on your clit, gliding across the wetness just pouring out of you in sultry sheens as he guides you to take him, and almost instantly, your cunt greedily swallows him to the hilt, a faint bulge outlining his cock stretching all the way up past your belly button generously.

"good.. hah.. girl, taking me so well." he breathes out, and then his jittery lap is already bouncing you slowly, unable to wait another second as you feel his hefty length tracing sweltering hot strokes deep inside you, rolling his hips upward as he pants feverishly, a hand draping its way around your waist and pulling you closer.

drool pours down the side of your mouth helplessly as he moves you up and down on him, your pussy so stuffed and overspilling, it's almost obscene, though he seems to like it, cooing soft praises to you in encouragement.

"i betcha like this, yeah?" quickly grabbing ahold of your hips to get a better angle, he begins hitting into the cushy, soft spot of yours that always makes your legs weaken, smearing gooey precum from his bludgeony tip into you roughly, while the squelching between your legs grows louder, and more lewd with every thrust, the plap plap plap! of your sticky thighs ricocheting off his echoing throughout the vast castle.

he jolts his swollen head allll the way into your cervix, jackhammering with an urgency that leaves your mouth agape and tongue lolling as you feel your abdominals tighten, a familiar tautness creeping its way into your mind.

your pussy flutters around his length as his thrusts grow sloppy, and uncalculated, soft hair tickling you as he leans closer, his musky cinnamon-y scent infiltrating your every sense. "m' s'close my girl, i n-never.. hah.. thought this day would come." he shudders under your touch as you pause, bringing his face closer to truly examine it for the first time that night.

"wait- satoru?" and then, all the pieces come clicking together.

the magical man who had flown and twirled you around in the air was nothing other than the satoru gojo, owner of the infamous moving castle and the most powerful wizard of all time.

and it's then that he cums, spurting heaps n' heaps of creamy bucketloads of ribbony white. so much of it is pouring out, in fact, you swear your tummy swells up with it all, beginning to drip down your thighs in messy rivulets as gojo groans, unable to stop emptying himself heftily inside you.

your release follows just seconds later, as you soak his abdominals in your honeyed essence, slippery sheens coating him generously as he moans softly, still huffing from the effects of his own climax.

as you both come to, stars still blinking hazily behind your vision, you turn to him urgently. "g-gojo, the real reason i came here was 'cause.."

but he quickly shushes you, placing a finger on your pouty lips with a smirk curving up his features. "shh, baby i know, i know. you got a curse on ya, hm?"

you pause, taken aback. "how did you-"

he shakes his head. "in all truth, i was the one who sent her. i wanted to see you." he shifts himself to lean over you, bending your knees up to poke into your soft tits, grinning lazily down at you as he folds you into a mean, mating press. "and sweetheart, even if that love curse was real.. let's just say i already broke it, heh."

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the smallest room. l Joel Miller

Summary: despite the quarrels you were a family

Warnings: fluff, some angst, Ellie and Joel arguing, parenting worries, some swearing, some tears, Reader is pregnant,

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The moment you walked through the door, you found yourself in the middle of an argument. The atmosphere was tense. Ellie stood in the middle of the living room with anger and irritation written all over her face, Joel standing in the other corner. He put his hands on his hips, frustration written all over his face.

“I’m going to be sixteen soon!” Ellie snapped, her cheeks reddening.

“But you’re not yet.” Joel replied firmly. “You’re too young for that!”

“Bullshit!” she snorted, folding her arms across her chest. At times, she looked almost exactly like Joel. “Dina’s already training. I want that too! Jesse…”

“Jesse’s not responsible for you!”

Your eyes shifted from one to the other. A silent witness to the fight that had been brewing for some time. Ellie really wanted to start training for the people who took part in the patrols. She had told you so many times, but she was afraid of Joel's reaction. He had tried to keep her away from such activities for as long as possible. However, when Dina and a few of her other friends started training, she wanted to participate as well, which was only logical.

The girl's dark eyes finally landed on you. They widened as if she was seeing you for the first time, but then she demanded.

"Tell him! Tell him what you think!"

"I..." you began uncertainly, but Joel cut you off.

"Leave her out of this. This is between you and me."

"Why?!" the girl snorted. "Her opinion counts too, right? Jesus! I told her that would be the case, that you wouldn't agree with me."

Joel quickly looked at you. His jaw clenched. “Have you talked about this?”

You nodded and seeing the disappointment in his eyes, you quickly added. “Joel, we should think about this. It could be useful. Ellie should-”

“I knew you’d take her side,” he snapped.

“W-what?” you asked. “I’m not on anyone’s side!”

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t pick on her!” Ellie hissed. “I told her because I knew how you’d react. She understands perfectly well that what I want to do is important and necessary.”

“You’re too young for this!”

“Bullshit!”

They looked at each other with anger and disappointment, and you stood in the middle, still in your jacket, completely unsure of what you were supposed to do. Eventually, Ellie moved from her place, grabbed her jacket and left, slamming the door.

Silence.

You slowly took off your jacket and threw it on the couch. You could feel the expectant gaze staring at you. You had to say something.

“Joel, Ellie wouldn’t want you to-” you started, but stopped when you looked at his face.

It was the face of a father. Worried, loving, disappointed, with a mix of emotions he couldn’t control. The love this man had for Ellie was indescribable and you knew that whatever he did, he did with her well-being and safety in mind.

“You could have told me earlier,” he said quietly. “If you had talked about this behind my back, you could have told me. I thought we were-”

“We are,” you cut him off. “But I won’t take sides, and don’t expect me to, Joel. I love you both, I’d give my life for you. I understand your arguments, but Ellie has a point too.”

Joel grimaced and rolled his eyes. You took a step toward him.

"Yes. She's right too." You repeated. "She'll be 16 soon. What her friends do is important to her. Ellie wants to be useful, self-sufficient, able to take care of herself. She doesn't have to go on patrol right away, but let her get some serious training, learn how to shoot, track, I don't know..."

"She's too young." Joel repeated, as if this argument had the power to overturn all yours.

"Ellie has to be able to take care of herself, Joel. That's a fact. And whatever we do, whatever we say..." you took a deep breath. "We can support her in this. Or she'll do it behind our backs anyway. It's our choice."

He stared at you, analyzing your words. Joel knew perfectly well that you hadn't done or said any of this against him. But he felt helpless. Your touch almost surprised him. You were standing so close, your hand gently tightening on his arm. "I don't want to argue, Joel," you said quietly. “This isn’t going anywhere.”

He sighed. “I know, baby. I know…” He brushed his lips against your forehead. “I’m glad I have you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Ellie was furious with him, but Joel knew she had the right to feel that way and he understood. So when she finally showed up at home, he tried to do everything he could to avoid another fight, to explain his fears and concerns to her, so that she would finally understand. He didn't want anything bad for her, he worried about her and everything he did, he did for her.

However, Joel knew perfectly well that no matter what he did, he wouldn't be able to protect her for the rest of his life.

"I talked to Tommy." He said slowly, seeing the girl leaning against the wall, still tense. "You'll be able to take part in training." Ellie raised her head, looking at him in surprise. "Just training for now. When you can go outside Jackson, you'll do it with Tommy, Jesse or me. But you have to be trained."

“Are you serious?” she finally managed to say. “Can I really?”

He nodded. In an instant, her body was slamming into his as she hugged him tightly and snuggled into him. Ellie was beaming with happiness, he could feel it.

“It’ll take you some time. You have to be patient,” he said, trying to hide how her gesture affected him.

“I will!” she called. “I have to tell Dina!”

“It’s late.”

But Joel’s words were drowned out by the slam of the door and the girl’s footsteps on the porch. He felt her energy, felt her joy, and something heavy finally slid off his shoulders.

As he quietly slipped into the bedroom, he saw you sitting on the bed, reading a book. You lifted your head, looking at him with interest.

"And?"

He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt. "She ran to tell Dina. I hope I'm doing the right thing."

"Of course you are." You smiled. "You know, it's wonderful to watch you grow together. You both learn from each other."

Joel placed his shirt on the back of the chair and unbuckled his belt to change into something more comfortable. "It's easier when you have someone by your side." He said. "It's different now."

You didn't ask any more questions. You didn't have to know everything and you didn't drag him out of things he didn't necessarily want to talk about. Joel appreciated that.

"You're doing really great, you know." You closed the book and looked at him in a way that made Joel feel embarrassed. No one had ever told him that, and he wanted to hear it so badly.

"I hope so." he replied, sitting on the bed and sighing in relief as he felt your hand stroking his back.

The wall around Jackson was becoming more solid. New watchtowers were being built in places designated by the Miller brothers, and soon more people were being trained to defend the city. Spring was slowly approaching, and the upcoming changes in your home were becoming more noticeable. Your belly was already visible to everyone.

When you felt the first movements of your baby one morning, Joel needed a few minutes to find out from you what had brought you to tears. He sighed in relief, then placed his hand on your belly. The slight movement was clearly felt and Joel knew he would never forget it. Now touching this place had become a habit of his, it could take the weight of the whole day off his shoulders.

Finally, that one day came.

You both stood in the doorway of the small room that had long served as your storage room. It was a small bedroom with a window to the garden, lit by the golden rays of the sun.

"We can organize something here." Joel said, entering and looking around. "Paint the walls. Refresh the furniture."

“We don’t have a crib.” You noticed as you followed him in.

“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled, walking over to the window. His brain was already racing. He knew exactly what he wanted and what needed to be done. Knowing that he was preparing a nursery for his child was…exciting.

“This is all getting so serious.” Your quiet voice tore him out of his thoughts, from behind the plans for renovating this room. He turned around to see you sitting on the made bed, staring at your hands.

“What do you mean?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“I guess everything.” You shrugged. “We have maybe four months left. I can’t fit into my pants anymore…”

“I like you in dresses.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “My body is changing, Joel. I never thought…” you let out a breath, trying to calm your voice. “When I lived in the zone, I saw pregnant women, but I never thought I’d experience something like this. All the fights and worries that we both know so well. It doesn’t go away that easily.”

“And it never will be.” Joel gently took your hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. “But I know you’ll be a wonderful mother. You’re strong, brave, supportive, loving… You’ll give that baby everything.”

“I wish.” He saw a small tear roll down your cheek and it squeezed his heart.

He wanted you to see him through his eyes, to see yourself the way he saw you. Everything you’d been through had led you to this moment, and fuck, Joel was so grateful for that.

“When Sarah was born, I didn’t think I’d have to raise her by myself. Tommy and my mother, they were both so supportive, but I was the father. Sometimes at night she’d cry so much… I want to tell you that maybe the world we live in is fucked up, but we have each other. Right?”

“What if the baby cries at night and I don’t know what to do?”

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. "We'll get through this, honey. Together."

A girl. It was a girl.

Joel felt his heart stop and then start beating like crazy. He didn't know what Morris saw on the screen as he examined you, but he seemed completely certain. You squeezed Joel's hand so hard that you dug your nails into the back of his hand.

"Are you sure?" you asked, your voice shaking.

"Yes." Morris smiled, not taking his eyes off the screen as he watched the baby carefully. "I can't give you a hundred percent, but a solid ninety might be enough."

You looked at Joel. His beautiful brown eyes were sparkling with tears. When he looked at you, you felt yours getting moist as well. He didn't tell you, but he had a feeling it was going to be a girl. Maybe he was destined to be the father of daughters.

"Can you believe it?" you asked as Morris walked away and Joel helped you sit up. "A girl!"

"I know." he took your face in his hands, kissing you tenderly. Tears glistened in his eyes. “The most important thing is that she’s healthy. And that you feel good.” 

But the truth was, you couldn’t stop smiling. When you left the clinic, the world seemed a little more beautiful for a moment. You were in this together. As a family.

He quietly opened the door and quickly slipped inside. The rain soaked his hair and jacket, but the long package he had carefully wrapped in an old sheet seemed untouched. Joel listened for a moment, the house empty. You were probably still at Maria's, since you promised her you'd stay with Benji for a while. So he had to act quickly.

"Oh, shit! What happened here?"

Joel almost kicked the glue bucket when he heard Ellie's voice. The girl was standing in the doorway of the smallest bedroom, her eyes wide as she looked around the room. He hurried down the ladder.

"Isn't she here yet?" he asked, glancing quickly into the hallway behind the girl.

"No. But... What are you doing?"

Joel wiped his hands on his pants and nervously looked around the room. "I thought I'd surprise her and start the renovation already. Look." He led Ellie to the table where the package he'd brought earlier was lying. "I found it in the storage room. Do you think she'll like it?"

A wide smile spread across the girl's face. "Are you serious? She'll be so excited. And you'll do it all by yourself?"

Joel nodded. He knew you'd be happy to help him, but he wasn't going to let you. It would be quicker if he asked Tommy or anyone else, but Joel felt a strong urge to do it himself.

Ellie watched him go through the steps with precision, and even helped him a little. Unnecessary things were removed, the floor was swept. Joel was gathering his tools when he heard the door slam shut.

"It's her." He hissed, looking at Ellie in panic. "You have to keep her downstairs for a few more minutes. I beg you!"

Ellie quickly ran out of the room, her footsteps echoing up the stairs along with a loud "Hi! What's up?"

Joel didn't have much time. He quickly gathered his tools, folded the ladder and carried it out into the hallway. You shouldn't have seen all this yet, or maybe you should have just that he wasn't entirely sure if you'd like it.

"Ellie, I'm sorry, but I have to change." Your voice echoed down the stairs. "I'd like to put on something comfortable. Is Joel here yet?"

"Y-yeah, he is." The girl replied uncertainly and after a moment he heard your footsteps on the stairs.

The moment your eyes met his you froze immediately.

“What happened?” You asked.

He raised his eyebrows. “Why do you think something happened?”

“It’s written all over your face, Joel. I’ve known you for a while and I see things like this.” Your gaze fell on the toolbox. You gave Joel a pointed look.

He cleared his throat. He was clearly confused and uncertain, but he finally swallowed and said. “I’ve got something for you. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but…”

“Show her!” Ellie said loudly. “You’ll love it, I’m telling you.”

Joel nodded and you stepped closer. He pointed to the door handle, so you carefully grabbed it and opened the door. There was silence. He watched with a pounding heart as you entered, your gaze moving around the room, your eyes widening.

Shit. What if you didn’t like it? What if he did something wrong? Yes, he tried and everything, but what if…

“Do you like it?” he asked quietly when the silence became unbearable. “Sweetheart?”

You turned to him slowly, your eyes brimming with tears. This scared him even more.

“I found this wallpaper in the warehouse,” he said quickly, as if justifying himself, pointing to the pale pink wallpaper decorated with delicate roses. “This spot by the window will be perfect for a crib, and on the other side we’ll put an armchair. It’ll be more comfortable at night. There’ll be a changing table here,” he walked over to the shelf and opened the door. “I oiled the hinges, cleaned everything. I saw this nice night light, it would fit perfectly here.”

Joel was describing everything in the room to you, and your eyes followed him. After a moment, the dam broke and tears ran down your cheeks.

“Jesus, sweetheart! You don’t like it.”

In an instant, you walked up to him and, taking his face in your hands, kissed him. He felt your tears on his face, but they probably weren't sad.

"I think she likes it." Ellie said, standing in the doorway and looking at you with amusement. "She's been very emotional lately."

"Joel..." you sighed, pulling away from him and staring at him in awe. "It's so beautiful!"

"The wallpaper was a little dusty, but..."

"Fuck, I don't care!" you interrupted him abruptly. "This is fucking amazing! Did you do this all by yourself?"

He nodded towards Ellie. “With a little help.”

When Ellie finally got out of your arms, she decided she didn't want to watch you cry anymore and quickly left the house. You turned to Joel. He could see your swollen lips and puffy eyes perfectly, but you were smiling, so it didn't have to be that bad.

"Are you okay, honey?" he asked with concern, you nodded and took a deep breath.

"It's just too much emotion, you know. I've been a bit..."

"I know, I know..." he smiled, because your state was truly touching. Joel had the impression that you looked more and more beautiful with each passing day, and even at that moment there was something incredibly attractive about you.

"I didn't think I would ever do this again. But with you... With you everything makes sense."

You didn't answer, you just walked up to him. You reached out and stroked Joel's cheek, then leaned down to kiss him. You didn't need anything more, everything was clear.

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Tough As Nails—Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy!

thinking about cowboy!simon riley… MDNI | part one |

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He had become a nuisance. A pest, a headache. Every single adjective you can think of to describe a pain in the ass he was.

Your father's ranch hand, whom he hired all of six months ago, had become something of a bother, an inconvenience to you. He was annoying and stubborn. Narrowed his eyes at you too often for your liking. Scoffed when you would correct him. And scolded you when you would have people on the property when your parents would leave town—even going so far as to kick your guests off the property altogether.

But tonight would be different; it was the Fourth of July. You would happily throw your party in the barn your family owns, on the property they own. You weren't going to let him order you around tonight.

"What the hell is all of this?" Simon seethed, taking in the concrete floor covered in empty beer bottles and spilled grain. His booming voice caused some partygoers to straighten up, though no one dared to speak.

He clenched his jaw at the lack of cooperation. "Huh?" He paused, his fists clenching so hard they began to turn white.

"So, no one can speak?" He walked over to a guy sitting on a bale of hay, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him off the hay tossing him aside.

"Get the fuck off my hay." He gritted to the guy.

"Where is she?" All he could think about was the little pain in his ass who was responsible for this. The guy he pulled off the hay immediately pointed towards an old wooden outhouse away from the barn.

Simon rolled his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. "If I come back and any of you are still here." He looked over everyone.

"I will not hesitate to shoot you for trespassing."

Safe to say, everyone in the barn scrambled out of the barn at that very second. Simon turned on his heels and stalked over to the outhouse, where he saw you leaning up against the outside with a guy's hands roaming your body, making out.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" You jumped at the sound of his voice, pushing the guy on you off your body.

"Sim—"

"Don't." He moved closer, standing directly in front of you, pointing his finger at you. "Don't Simon me."

"It's the Fourth of July, Simon. Lighten up."

"Do you realize your idiot friends spilled hundreds of dollars worth of grain and fucked with your dad's equipment?" All he had to do was glance at the guy just kissing you for him to go scurrying off.

"Shit, I shouldn't have left them alone. I wasn't thinking." You curse, looking up at him to meet his eyes.

"Ya, you're right." He stepped closer.

“You don't think." He gritted out before continuing.

"You're impulsive. Reckless."

Your eyes widen at his words. Who does this guy think he is? "Don't forget you work for me."

He lets out a deep, dry chuckle. "Actually, I work for your dad." 

"Whatever." You scoff as you take a step to walk past him.

"We are not done talking." He reaches out to grab your wrist; you swiftly turn your head to look up at him.

"I'm done listening to you." You grit out, eyes full of anger.

"Oh, is that it?" He scoffs out as you take a step away, only to trip over a wide hole in the ground, making both of you topple over, him falling on top of you. He's quick to plant a hand on the ground before, so his entire body weight isn't on you.

After you recognize the pain from the fall, you look up at Simon, who's on top of you, eyes boring into yours. Your pulse increases at the proximity, and your breath becomes more shallow.

His eyes blazed with fury, yours full of irritation. You can't help but glance at his lips, hovering not too far away from your own. This little action made him lose it. His self-control was already hanging on by a single thread, and the look you gave was what finally cut through. His lips crashed onto yours with such force that it took your air away.

It wasn't gentle or tender. It was desperation, months of built-up vexation. It was downright sinful.

You gasp once his lips meet yours but quickly return the sentiment. Your hands move to glide through his light hair, gently tugging on the roots, making him groan.

He yanks his cowboy hat off as he grips your waist to flip you so you are now on top of him, straddling his waist as he sits up.

"I thought you didn't like me." You smugly remark as he connects his lips to the side of your neck, and his hands start undoing buttons on your top.

"Like has nothing to do with this." He murmurs into your neck, lightly nipping at your sensitive skin, making you sigh.

"Keep telling yourself that, Cowboy." You jest, grabbing the back of his neck bringing him back up to your lips, already greedy for another taste of him.

He continues working on undoing your top buttons as his tongue collides with yours, and your teeth graze his own.

He cups your breast over the fabric of your bra as soon as he gets the buttons undone, making you whimper. His hand slips down to grip the fat of your ass as he leans in so his lips are lightly grazing your ear.

"You do it on purpose, don't you?" You could feel the roughness of his voice so close to your ear. You leaned into his lips grazing your ear.

"Do what?" You breathe out as his hand roams from your ass to the front of your belt, gently unclasping your belt buckle.

"You playin' dumb now?" He questioned, gently nipping at your ear lobe. The sensation made you let out a low moan before roughly grabbing his face and connecting your lips back to his.

He matched your hungry kiss, reciprocating an even hungrier one of his own as he tossed your belt off to the side and slid off your pitiful excuse for jean shorts down past your thighs.

He quickly undid his belt buckle and threw it off to the side, sliding his jeans down.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." You breathe out, reaching between the two of you to release him from the confines of his boxers.

His mouth went dry at your touch. "Do what exactly?" He choked out as you carefully pumped him up and down.

"Ride you." You casually said as you slipped your already-soaked thong to the side to accommodate him. He could have come at your words. He almost did, but a quick relay of the steps to clean an AR-15 suppressed the urge. 

You grip him and slip him inside your dripping cunt, hissing at the contact. He grips your hips and gently sinks you lower, groaning as you grind into him. 

He brought his face closer to plant deep, wet kisses on your lips before groaning into your mouth as you continued your movements. "Fuck. Just like that." 

Your entire body erupted with goosebumps, and your nipples hardened at the sentiment. You grip his shoulders tightly, but before you pick up your pace, you hear a familiar truck pulling up to the gate of your family's ranch.

"Is that—" You begin before he thrusts into you, making you moan and throw your head back.

"So fuckin' sensitive." He leaned into your exposed neck and licked a strip up to your lips that were slightly parted. 

"Better come quick, sweetheart." He pants, gently bouncing you up and down on his cock, fingers digging into the tender flesh on your hips. 

"Wouldn't want your parents to see you riding me. Would you now?" You let out a pathetic whimper, bringing your hand down to swirl circles on your aching clit, while he wraps a strong arm around your waist to hold you in place as he drills himself into you.

Each thurst, each swirl of your finger, made you feel a sense of nirvana you didn't even know was possible to get to. It was pure bliss. That and his dirty tongue were spewing such filthy words that were making you wetter than you ever knew was possible.

"Tell me you're about to come because—” His pleading voice sends a final wave of heat through you.

"Fuck. Yes, I'm coming." You yelp, slipping your fingers through his hair and pulling on the light roots again. He silently curses as he comes, gripping you tighter and pressing your chest against his own.

By the time both of your orgasms subside, he silently and gently eases you up to assist you in pulling your thong and jean shorts back on. Then, he casually fixes his jeans and grabs his belt to put back on.

You glance at him, picking up his cowboy hat from the ground and carefully wiping off some dirt that had gotten on it. Though he doesn't slip it back on his head, as a shock to you, he places the hat on your head. It was a little big on you, so it fell a bit more in the front, slightly covering your eyes.

"Keep it.” He says, bending down to pick up your belt and buckle, gently slipping it around your waist and clasping it. He gently pats the buckle clasped in the front, then looks down at you before speaking.

"You earned it."

a/n: who the fuck even wrote this

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Best Friends Brother pt. 2 | C.W. ⋆✮⋆˙

feat. Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Months have passed since you met (ie shagged and definitely didn't fall in love with) Charlie Weasley. And when Molly invites you to the Burrow for Christmas, your best friends Fred and George assure you that Charlie will not be in attendance. Spoiler alert: They are wrong.

CW: MDNI 18+, lots of christmas fluff and smut, Charlie being a shameless flirt, pining, brat tamer and primal!charlie if you squint, dirty talk, p in v, oral (f receiving), this is so tooth-rotting I cannot

AN: Charlie might be my favorite weasley to write for. and the implications of brat taming and primal play have my mind reeeeeeling

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“So what are you doing for Christmas, deary?” Mrs. Weasley asked, stirring a sugar lump into her tea. You were squeezed beside Fred into a booth at tea shop in Diagon Alley, having run into your best friends and their mother while Christmas shopping. Molly insisted you join them for a rejuvenating cuppa, and you weren't one to refuse an earl grey.

“Oh, nothing really. Probably watch some corny films and get take away,” you replied, nibbling on the edge of a croissant.

“What?!” She gasped, so loud the neighboring tables turned to see what the fuss what about.

Fred and George pulled an identical grimace.

“Unacceptable!” She cried, dropping her spoon with a clatter. “Why on earth didn't you tell me she was spending Christmas alone?!” She whacked George on the arm and kicked Fred in the shin under the table.

“We didn't know!” They whined in unison, rubbing their injuries.

“Oh, Mrs. Weasley, it really isn't a big deal—”

“Not a big deal! Dear, it's Christmas!” She reached across the table and took your hands, squeezing hard and holding your eye. “You will spend it with us at the Burrow, alright?”

Your heart stopped, your tongue going thick. “Oh, I-uh—”

“Charlie will be in Romania,” Fred hissed to you from the corner of his mouth. “Just say yes, or she’ll skin us.”

Charlie. Best friends brother, dragon wrangler, and the best lay you'd ever had in your life. It had been three months since your tryst in the storage room, and the hours of effortless conversation that came after, and you'd thought of him every day since.

You'd exchanged a few letters over the months, pleasantries and some light flirting on Charlie's part. He'd even sent you a few shed scales from your favorite dragon species, the Welsh Green, but beyond that, nothing had transpired.

He lived on Romania, after all. And his work was his life. You just had a bit of fun together, a few hours of fantasy, nothing more. But no matter how many times you repeated that like mantra, you still found yourself unable to move on.

“I hope you know, love, I will not accept 'no' as an answer,” Molly said, pining you with a stern glare.

“Well, thank you, Mrs. Weasley. I’m very grateful for the invitation, and I'd love to spend the holidays with your family,” you said, offering as genuine a smile you could muster despite your trepidation, and Molly beamed at you, already running through her plans for you all.

Fred slung an arm around your shoulders, jostling you with his excitement. “Yes! You're gonna love it.”

You were grateful, and you were eager to have a real Christmas with a family you adored, but it still felt…odd. You'd be spending the holidays with Charlie's family, but not Charlie.

You weren't sure if you were relieved or disappointed but…either way you were spending Christmas at the Weasley’s.

The Burrow and it's residents welcomed you with open arms. The sprawling home was decorated floor to rafter in homemade garland and candles, with decorated trees in every room, branches heavy with ornaments and paper chains.

Harry, Hermione, and Fleur were also staying over the holidays, and Ginny was beside herself with excitement that you were joining as well, pulling you in for a crushing hug that squeezed the last of bits of anxiety from your heart. Percy and Bill helped with your things, and the twins were quick to get a drink in your hand while everyone chatted excitedly over one another.

It was warm and merry, and you couldn't believe you almost missed this because of a stupid, little crush.

After about an hour of conversation, you noticed Ginny start to fidget under Harry’s arm, glancing at the location clock by the stairs every few minutes. The hand with Charlie's name remained firmly at ‘work’, while the rest piled into ‘home’.

You exhaled, fighting the nerves reknitting themselves in your stomach.

“Oi, twitchy,” Fred bumped your shoulder, drawing your attention back to the conversation. “What's on your mind—”

The floo station suddenly flared to life, verdant green light blasting through the room as the flames roared. Everyone yelped and scurried back, well, besides Ginny, and when the flames died the next instant, you realized why.

Charlie Weasley stood at the center of the fireplace, a bag over his shoulder and a smug smile on his face.

Your stomach turned inside out.

Merlin, how had he gotten even more handsome? His hair was a slightly longer, his beard thicker to ward off the biting, Romanian cold. He wore a heavy coat and cargo pants, leather boots still packed with melting snow.

“Charles!” Molly shrieked, throwing herself at her second oldest son and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

“Charlie!” Everyone cried, rushing to greet him while you tiptoed the opposite way, meaning to escape into the hall so you could collect yourself.

“Ah, ah,” George said, catching your wrist, grinning. “You don't want to do that,” he teased.

“And why not?” You huffed.

“Better to play it cool,” he winked, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

He was right, though. You would only survive this if you played it cool. Pretended everything was normal, that you hadn't been pining for this man for weeks on end, that the thought of spending Christmas with Charlie didn't make your heart flutter with excitement.

“But the clock!” Arthur laughed, finally wrangling Molly away so he could hug his son.

“Asked Ginevra to enchant it,” Charlie said, hugging his father with one arm and bundling his little sister into his opposite side, dropping a kiss on top of her head. “Seems she did well.”

“It is not to be tampered with!” Molly crowed, wiping tears from her cheeks.

“Alright, alright. I'll fix it,” Charlie chuckled, withdrawing his wand from his belt and muttering a reversal spell. The clock hand whirred around the face, confused, before it finally settled on ‘home’ with everyone else.

Charlie made his way around the room, hugging everyone and chatting until finally, he reached George, who you were attempting to hide behind.

Charlie pulled him into a bear hug, clapping him on the back. “She knows I can see her, right?” He murmured to George, just loud enough to be sure you also heard him.

Your cheeks warmed, your stomach falling through the floor.

George scoffed. “Stop checkin’ out my girlfriend, mate.”

Charlie grinned, shoving George to the side, perhaps a little harder than necessary. “Dream on, Georgie,” he chuckled, eyes shining with amusement. He finally turned to you, his expression softening. “Happy Christmas, y/n,” he said, approaching slowly, the heavy plod of his boots matching the jump of your heart.

“Happy Christmas, Charlie,” you replied, playing coy and reaching up to brush some snow from his wide shoulder. “How's my Welsh Green?” you asked.

Charlie smirked, his eyes sweeping over your face, down your neck, before flicking back to your eyes. “She nearly took my head off this morning when I tried to give her breakfast.”

“My kind of girl.” You felt your skin prickle under his attention, but you held your composure.

“Mine too,” he purred, lowering his voice. Heat curled low in your stomach, remembering the way his voice pitched and deepened while you—good god, you were losing your mind.

“Time for supper!” Molly called over the dull roar of conversation, and you slipped away from Charlie to follow the twins into the dining room, desperate for a breath that wasn’t sweetened by his cologne.

Dinner went by in a blur of food and activity, Charlie sat by Arthur at the head while you were sequestered to the other side with the twins. After eating, Charlie slipped away to shower, and you joined everyone else back in the living room for board games and music.

You were wrapped up in a game of Scrabble with Hermoine and Ginny when Charlie re-emerged, his hair damp and slicked back, dressed in flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt. Your mouth dried, your pussy fluttering at the mental image of him in the shower moments before.

His eyes found you across the room, his tongue darting out to wet his lips while they swept over you, taking in the House crewneck and pj shorts you’d changed into. You turned back the game to hide your face, swallowing the lump in your throat.

A moment passed, then Charlie turned to join Bill, Percy, and Arthur in the study, casting you another glance over his shoulder before disappearing.

A few more hours rolled by, and one by one, everyone went to bed besides the older men in the study. Molly set you up on the couch, apologizing profusely for the lack of space, but you waved her off, happy to curl up by the fire and read the book Percy lent you.

You settled in with a blanket over your lap, a book in one hand, cup of tea in the other. Soon though, exhaustion began to tug at you, and your eyes started to flutter closed, the warmth of the room and the chaos of the day taking its toll as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Distantly, you felt someone take the book from your hand, the empty tea cup from your lap, and you swam back to wakefulness, lifting your head.

“Just me, love,” a voice said, soft and male, and you immediately recognized it as Charlie’s.

You blinked open your eyes, finding him sticking a playing card in your book to hold your page. “Oh, what are you doin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a knuckle in your eye.

“Are you sleeping down here?” he asked, crouching in front of you, brow lightly creased. He smelled like woodsmoke and cinnamon, and you had to remind your sleep-addled mind that you could not just melt into his arms like softened candle wax.

You nodded. “Guest beds are full. But it’s okay, m’comfy.” You snuggled back down on to the couch, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

“I don’t think so. C’mon, you can take my bed.”

You shook your head, grumbling an unintelligible protest into the pillow as sleep crept back in on you.

Suddenly, you were moving, the couch falling away.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sodding couch,” Charlie grumbled, curling you into his chest. You gave half a thought to try and free yourself, to put up some sort of fight, but his heartbeat was right against your ear, reverberating in the barrel of his chest, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to move away.

He carried you up a few flights of stairs and down a hallway, nudging open a bedroom door with his foot, careful to walk you through without bumping against anything. He set you down on his bed and tucked you under the thick duvet. The smell of him wrapped around you, clean and warm and Charlie, and you moaned in contentment, too tired to stop yourself.

Every one of your cells had missed him.

He pressed a light-as-air kiss to your temple before pulling away. You reached out to catch his hand, surprising him.

“Where are you gonna sleep?” You asked, voice muffled by his pillow.

“I’ll find somewhere,” he murmured, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. “Used to sleeping in strange places.”

You must have pulled some kind of face, your filter nonexistent in your sleepy state, because he leaned back down to you, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Better stop with that pout, sweetheart. You’ve got me strung out on the gallows,” he warned, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“M’not doing anything,” you teased back, peeking open your eyes to look at him.

“I’m trying to behave this time,” he chuckled, crossing his heart. “You deserve to be properly courted.”

A yawn stole the snarky quip from your tongue. “If you insist,” you sigh, eyes fluttering closed again.

“I do. Now, get some sleep,” he whispered, but you were already gone.

The following morning, you trudged down the stairs at an egregious hour, the incessant, jovial chatter of the Weasley's impossible to sleep through.

You found them all in the kitchen, steam from the kettle floating through the air, chased by the scent of cinnamon and syrup.

“There she is! The dead walks the earth! Now go bloody change!” Arthur shouted, shoving a rumpled but bright-eyed looking Charlie out from the crowd around the kitchen island.

“Huh?” You looked between the twins and Arthur, but Charlie slung an arm over your shoulder, tugging you into his side.

“I've been summoned to the Ministry for an update on a particularly nasty Horntail,” he said, then leaned in a little closer. “And Happy Christmas Eve, darling,” he whispered.

“Happy Christmas Eve—sorry, what does that have to do with me?” You asked, your brain catching up to the situation.

“The sap refused to risk waking you up to change into his suit,” George supplied. "So they're running late."

“Why would you—”

“Ignore them, you can sleep as long as you like,” he murmured to you.

“Charlie!” You hissed. “You should have woken me up!”

“Over my dead body, love.”

“Charles! Now!” Molly shouted, rattling the rafters.

“Fine, fine.” He reluctantly pulled away from you and bound up the stairs.

“Good morning,” Fred said, beaming at your scowl.

“Morning people, are we?” You asked, accepting a cup of coffee from George.

“No,” Ron argued, his head pillowed by his arms on the table.

Fifteen minutes later, the clop of heavy boots coming down the stairs drew everyone's attention away from their breakfast.

Charlie came around the bend, dressed in a simple, espresso colored suit with a black wool coat, a leather bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was pushed back, brushed and tidy, and silver jewelry shined from his pierced ears and ringed hands.

You nearly choked on your eggs, and Fred clapped a hand on your back.

Everyone wolf whistled and jeered, not used to seeing their rakish brother dressed to the nines. Charlie waved them off with a soft smile, leaning over you to grab a cinnamon roll. His freshly applied cologne wafted over you, spicy and warm, and all other thoughts vacated your head.

Arthur grabbed him by the arm. “Yes, yes. You're very handsome, you are my son after all. Let's go.”

“Wish us luck!” Charlie called, allowing an impatient Arthur to drag him towards the floo station. In a burst of green, they were gone.

“Are all mornings this chaotic?” You asked no one in particular.

“Yes,” they all replied in a unison, and you grinned.

You could get used to a little chaos.

The day passed in a whirlwind of preparation, with you spending most of it with Molly in the kitchen or decorating with the twins.

Once that was finished, you'd gotten ready in Charlie's room, dressing in a white sweater dress and black stockings, your hair loose and makeup light.

You couldn't help but wonder what Charlie would think of it as you evaluated yourself in the mirror. You felt his absence like an ache in your side, and found your gaze wandering back to the floo station all day.

About an hour before dinner, green flames finally erupted in the fireplace. Everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed over, eager to hear about how it went at the Ministry.

You'd gathered from the twins that the fate of the Horntail hung in the balance after it destroyed a flock of sheep in Western Scotland. Charlie, along with several other Dragonologists, had been fighting for it’s life for months.

The flames extinguished, revealing Arthur and Charlie. Arthur was beaming, an arm around his son, while Charlie looked exhausted.

“Oh, thank goodness. Just in time!” Molly cried, throwing her arms around her husband.

“How'd it go?” Everyone asked at once, following Charlie as he stalked into the living room and dropped heavily onto the couch.

Charlie pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut against the racket.

“Our son was incredible, Molly. You should have seen him. Every question, he beat away like a bludger. It was masterful,” Arthur gushed, still grinning.

You watched Charlie warily. He certainly wasn't acting like it had gone well.

Bill, seeming as concerned as you, poured a glass of whiskey and passed it to his younger brother. Charlie swallowed the amber drink in one go, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“So, is the Horntail safe?” Ginny asked, sitting tentatively beside her brother on the couch.

“For now,” Charlie muttered, finally picking his head up and opening his eyes. “They want to reevaluate in six months.”

“But that's good, isn't it?” Harry asked.

Charlie nodded. “I suppose.”

You could feel the hurt and anger radiating off of him despite his efforts at composure. The resolution clearly wasn't good enough for him, and you understood why.

You resisted the urge to sit by him, to fuss over him like his family was doing. It seemed to only drive him deeper into himself. He didn't need to hear that it was a good thing, a victory, because it wasn't. It shouldn't be a debate in the first place.

Christmas Eve dinner passed with the expected chaos, and Charlie seemed to cheer a bit after a good meal, a few laughs, and another whiskey. But you could still detect a heaviness around his shoulders. You felt it as keenly as if it was your own burden.

After dinner, everyone moved back into the living room, but you followed Charlie into the now abandoned kitchen, the wreckage of the meal evident on every surface.

You leaned against the entry way, watching as he fiddled with random things, looking for a way to distract himself. “Hey,” you murmured, drawing his attention from the mugs he was straightening.

He gave you a tired smile. “Hi, love. How was your day?” He asked, moving towards you. He'd ditched his blazer and dress shirt before dinner, leaving him in his dark trousers and a white t-shirt, his muscles straining against the fabric.

“It was good. Made some cookies, strung some lights. We missed you, though.”

He braced a hand on the wall beside your head, leaning closer. “We?” He asked, raising a brow.

Merlin, his bicep was the size of your head.

You shrugged, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Me, mostly.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, freckles crinkling around his eyes. “I missed you too. Would have much rather been here to help out. I make a mean gingerbread.”

“I bet you do," you replied sincerely, watching the way his shoulders start to ease down. “I’m sorry about the Horntail,” you said, a little quieter. “But I'm glad you bought it a little more time.”

Charlie sighed, picking at a flake of paint on the wall. “I am too. Just wish I didn't have to do it at all. He doesn't deserve to be executed just for feeding himself.”

“I know. But I'm glad he has you to speak for him.”

Charlie searched your face, his eyes melting with blatant affection. Your heart tripped over itself, drumming hard under your skin.

He glanced up and you followed his gaze, finding a sprig of mistletoe hanging just above your heads. You hadn't noticed it before, but you supposed that was the beauty of mistletoe: it was always where you least expected it.

His eyes flicked back down to you, molten chocolate, and your thoughts turned to static. He reached up to cup your face, far more timid than you've come to expect from him, and tilted your head up towards his.

“Can't believe I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet,” he said, his other hand sliding around your waist to draw you closer. “A Christmas wish come true.”

You smiled, feeling like marshmallow over an open flame. “A Christmas wish?” You prodded, batting your lashes at him as heat spilled through you.

“Too cheesy?” He asked, bumping his nose against yours, your faces so close you could almost feel his smirk.

“The perfect amount,” you murmured, your lips grazing his.

Charlie closed the final millimeter, pressing your bodies together in a slow, sipping kiss. Every neuron in your body lit up, reaching towards him as you curled your fingers into his shirt, deepening the kiss. His tongue caressed the seam of your mouth and you parted for him, letting him delve further and taste you.

He loosed a low groan, his grip tightening as he backed you against the wall. He licked into your mouth, stoking the fire simmering under your skin.

“Hey, y/n—merlin, in the middle of the kitchen? Really?”

You and Charlie sprang apart, finding Fred with a hand clapped over his eyes, a cheeky grin on his face.

“So sorry for interrupting. Though, lucky it was me and not mum,” he teased, dropping his hand. But his smile quickly fell too when Charlie advanced on him, swinging an arm out in an attempt to grab him. Fred ducked to the left and bolted back into the living room, leaving Charlie laughing and shaking his head.

“Well, that's fantastic,” you huffed, pressing a hand to your sternum to quell your pounding heart.

“I can't say they'll be all that surprised.” Charlie cupped your face again, drawing you up for a quick peck. “I haven't shut up about you since we met.”

You're soul lifted out of your body. “You—r-really?”

He smiled, pulling you in for a hug, his big arms wrapped around your head and shoulders. “Really, love. You've got me wrapped around your little finger,” he said, his voice muffled by your hair.

“I thought I was going mad, I…I couldn't stop thinking about you,” you admitted, exhaling in relief. You hugged him around the waist, sliding your hands under his shirt just to feel his skin against yours.

You felt him stiffen at your admission, before the tension dissolved from his muscles completely. “Maybe we're both a little mad, then,” he chuckled.

“We should get back to the party before they start to miss us,” you said after a few moments of quiet, though all you wanted to do was drag him up to his room and show him just how mad you were for him. But you were a guest, and you needed a moment to get your thoughts in order.

It seemed Charlie had made up his mind about what he wanted, but you hadn't even begun to let yourself consider something real with Charlie Weasley. It seemed like too lofty a hope, an impossibility.

Your heart screamed ‘yes’ but your mind demanded a rationalization, a plan. Whatever you felt for him was intense, but you would hate to rush into something and ruin what you knew could be amazing.

Well, rush into something any more than your already had.

You realized he was studying you like your thoughts were written across your skin. “Baby, look at me,” he said, turning your face back up to his. “I know we started off on an…unorthodox foot. But that wasn't just a hook up and you and I both know it.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “There’s something more between us.”

“I feel it too,” you admitted. “But I've never…” you trailed off, unable to articulate the tumbling thoughts in your mind.

“Me neither, to be honest. I feel like I've been struck by lightning,” he said, breathless, a slight nervous tremble in his voice.

You nodded, reassured that he was feeling the same, vaguely crazed way you were.

“Trust yourself, y/n,” he said, releasing you from the hug and offering you his hand. “Overthinking is the thief of joy.”

“Get out of my brain,” you huffed in mock annoyance, smiling as you twined your fingers with his.

The rest of the evening passed in a rose colored blur, with cookies and games and storytelling. Charlie never strayed far from your side, though you kept any physical affection to a minimum. But based on the knowing looks from Arthur and Molly, and the teasing smirks and jabs from his siblings, they were definitely on to you two.

After the clock struck midnight, Molly demanded everyone go off to bed so Father Christmas would have no interruptions. You were all plenty old enough to know there was no such thing, but it still made you feel a giddy thrill of excitement. That glimmer of Christmas magic you never grow out of.

Charlie offered you his hand at the base of the stairs, a mischievous sort of smile on his face, and you accepted with a raised eyebrow. He led you up the stairs and opened the door to his room with a flourish.

You nearly toppled over when you walked in. It was completely transformed from this morning. Gone were the normal decorations and his dark duvet, replaced instead with a winter forest wonderland.

His bedspread was a deep forest green, with white throw pillows and silver trim, and a stuffed reindeer waited patiently for you on the pillow, floppy and velveteen. In the corner stood a flocked tree, decorated with pine cones and strung cranberries, and little animal ornaments carved from wood. The fire roared merrily in the fireplace, the mantle above it strewn with wild garland and rosemary. Two stockings hung above the flame, each of your names embroidered on them in silver and gold.

You whirled around to look at Charlie, who was smiling down at you, a slight flush to his freckled cheeks.

“When the hell did you have time to do this?” You asked, breathless and overwhelmed. No one has ever done something so special for you before.

“While you were wrapped up in Wizards Chess with Ron.” He snaked his arms around you, dropping a kiss to your furrowed brow.

“Charlie, this is—” emotion clogged your throat. “T-this is the m-most amazing thing—”

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, shushing you with a peck to your lips. “Spoiling you on Christmas feels like the least I can do to show you how much you mean to me. How badly I want this.”

“This?” You ask, sliding your hands up his broad chest. You expected to feel butterflies, but instead a warm blanket of peace settled over you, an understanding that this is exactly how it was meant to go. That here, with him, in the earliest hours of Christmas morning, was exactly where you belonged.

“Us,” he murmured, glancing at the stockings over the mantle, then back down to you, his dark eyes practically glowing with affection. “If that's what you want too.”

“Even with me here in London?” You asked, fiddling with his collar to hide the shaking in your fingers.

“We'll figure it out. You can come visit me as often as you like. And I can come back here a few times a month.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, moving down your neck like he just couldn't hold himself back anymore. “I have a cabin.” Kiss. “In the forest.” Kiss. “With a big fireplace.” Kiss. “And a soaking tub.” Kiss. “And I can cook.” Kiss. “And have a giant bed—”

“Charlie!” You giggled, tugging on his hair so he lifted his head and you could kiss him properly, melting under the eagerness of his mouth, the joy in his kiss.

He scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He crossed the room without breaking the kiss, sinking down onto the edge of the bed with you straddling him. The heat of your bodies pressed together was enough to have your pussy tingling, your breath labored.

“I wanna go where you go,” you breathed, breaking the kiss to appease your burning lungs. “I want to be with you.”

He responded with another fervid kiss, open-mouthed and hungry, and you let yourself get swept away in the riptide that was Charlie Weasley. Wild, impulsive, but so sincere, so lion-hearted and good. You weren't sure you'd ever get enough of him.

He seemed just as desperate for you, tugging his shirt over his head and letting your hands finally wander the full expanse of his body without barriers. You pushed him back onto the bed so you could really take him in, his big hands resting heavily on your thighs. He was broad and sturdy, his chest and arms corded with hard earned muscle, the tanned skin littered with freckles and silvery scars.

You nearly started drooling.

In a fluid motion, you tugged your sweater dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but your Christmas underwear set and black stockings. The set was black mesh, decorated with mistletoe and holly berries. You had bought in Hogsmeade on the off chance Charlie made an appearance, and it was worth the steep price to see his soul ascend as he took you in.

“Merlin’s fucking—” he didn't even finish the sentence, instead pulling you down onto his chest for another scalding kiss, his calloused hands wandering up your thighs and over your hips, smoothing over the curve of your rib cage and around the plane of your back. His tongue slid into your mouth, twining with yours. You could taste the whiskey he'd been drinking, tinged with cigar smoke and gingerbread, and you moaned at the decadence of him.

One of his hands slid around to cup the nape of your neck, the other bracketing across your lower back to press your hips flush to his. You ground down onto him, unable to ignore the thrumming between your legs any longer. You both groaned at the new friction, his hips lifting to press more firmly against you.

“Just so you know,” he gruffed as you kissed down his neck, licking a long stripe over his Adam’s apple, feeling his stubble under your tongue. “I put a silencing charm on the room.”

“Very presumptuous of you,” you teased, sucking at his pulse just hard enough to leave a faint bruise, but nothing too obvious.

His hips rolled against yours, coaxing a breathy moan from your lips. “Part of my training includes being prepared for any situation,” he countered, his voice strained with desire as you rocked against him.

“Uh-huh. And what else were you trained to do?” You asked, freezing in place to watch him squirm.

A wicked smirk crossed his face and suddenly you were moving, flipped beneath his body faster than you could blink. “How to tame brats,” he growled against your ear, and a shiver rolled down your spine.

He shifted down your body, kissing and licking along the swell of your breasts before unlatching your bra and tossing in across the room. He took both your tits in his hands, nuzzling the soft flesh before laving his tongue across both nipples, making you lift off the bed with a gasp of pleasure.

“It's not fair that you get to walk around with these all the time. Too fucking perfect,” he said, his voice muffled by your skin.

You almost said that they were his. That the only thing that wasn't fair was how quickly he'd stolen your heart. But you bit your tongue, moaning under his ministrations instead.

He sucked a pearled nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it before grazing his teeth against it, his fingers pinching and rolling the other until your eyes crossed, desire pooling between your legs.

“Can take my time with you now,” he hummed, pulling back to pepper kisses across your chest. “Take care of my girl properly.”

My girl. Your head spun, your heart swelling with elation. You never thought this would happen for you, the perpetually single girl who never found someone you genuinely connected with. But Charlie was like a comet tearing through your life, turning every one of your assumptions about love upside down.

He drew you back from your thoughts with a bite under your left breast. “Come back to me, baby. No more overthinking.”

“It’s good thoughts this time,” you said, running your fingers through his ginger hair and scratching along his scalp as he soothed the mark with his tongue.

He looked up at you, a pleased smirk on his face. “Thinking about that soaking tub, huh?”

You pulled his hair, giggling at his antics while he moved further down your body. “Among other things—shit, Charlie,” you whined when his tongue dragged over the soaked gusset of your panties, scalding hot and firm.

He pulled them to the side, gliding his tongue through your slick folds and wrapping his lips around your clit, lashing it with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure coursed through you, your eyes rolling back in your skull as you cried out.

He hummed against you, moving back down to lap at your entrance with long, messy strokes. He was practically grinding his face against you, savoring you like you were the finest meal he'd ever had. He was so enraptured in pleasuring you that he was moaning right along with you, making your clit vibrate and walls flutter.

“Saints, I missed you,” he said, giving your clit and open mouthed kiss before sucking the sensitive bud between his teeth.

You couldn't even begin to formulate words, completely lost in his feasting, your body fizzing with delight and pleasure. It felt like you were high, your muscles languid, bones rubbery.

“Not thinking anymore, are we?” He teased, nipping at the soft skin of your inner thigh.

You whimpered and shook your head, raising your hips to chase after his mouth.

“Good girl.” he purred, rewarding you by latching back onto your clit, his middle finger easing inside your greedy channel.

You cried out, clenching around his finger as he pushed you closer to the edge, your listless haze making way for bright, desperate pleasure. You bucked your hips against his mouth, his tongue flattening against your clit as his inserted a second finger, stretching you. The sounds were damn near sinful, lewd and sloppy as he worked your pussy into submission, molding you like a sculptor with wet clay.

“Fuck, Charlie. M’gonna come,” you whined, tangling your fingers in his hair to keep him in that perfect spot.

He curled his fingers inside of you and your vision whited out, your orgasm ripping through you, body and soul. You screamed, spine arching off the bed as wave after wave of burning ecstasy rolled through you, his tongue and fingers not letting up for a second as you convulsed.

“That's it, honey. Just like that, let it all go,” he cooed, kitten-licking your clit as you started to come down, his fingers continuing to gently massage your spasming walls. “Try to relax, love. I know it's a lot, but just relax f’me. You're doing so well.”

You sank back into the mattress, breathing labored as he soothed your quivering pussy with gentle touches. “Charlie,” you moaned, your body finally settling and cycling from overstimulation to rebuilding pleasure. “Feels s’good.”

He nuzzled your clit, kissing over your slit, the top of your mound, your inner thighs. “I live to serve,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and sucking them clean. “And if I have to live my life in service to this perfect little cunt, so be it.” As if to punctuate his point, he laved his tongue through you again and you keened, nearly jumping away at the intensity.

You shook you head, tugging him up by the hair. “Need you to fuck me, Charlie. Please?”

He grinned, kissing his way back up your body until he caught your lips once more, the taste of you mixing with him in a way that pleased some possessive part of your brain. You deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth for more.

He pressed his body against yours, the weight of him warm and comforting as you savored one another. You trailed your hands over his back, feeling some of the ridges and scars stretched across the ropes of muscle. He guided one of your legs up over his hip, angling your bodies together like a puzzle piece.

You basked in the simmering kiss for a moment longer before need began to claw at your insides, your hips pressing up against his once more.

“Charlie, please,” you sighed into his mouth, dragging your nails down his back. “Don't make me beg.”

“But you sound so sweet, all breathy and desperate,” he cooed, pecking your lips a final time before moving off the bed. He slid your panties down your legs, tossing them aside with your other clothes, then removed his trousers and boxers, that gorgeous, rosy cock slapping up against his stomach.

He climbed back onto the bed and spread your thighs, kneading the flesh at your hip while he ran the rigid head of his cock through your drooling pussy.

“My sweet girl wants to get fucked, hm?” he said, his voice rough as he used his cock to massage your puffy clit. “Let me hear you ask one more time, honey. Sounds so pretty.”

“Please fuck me, baby. Please,” you whimpered, fisting the sheets on either side of you.

He notched his cock at your entrance, hissing through his teeth as your pussy opened effortlessly for him. “That's it, lovey. Fuck, your little pussy is so tight f’me,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him, coaxing him deeper. You could tell he was fighting the urge to bottom out in one thrust, the muscles in his arms and shoulders taught and trembling, chest heaving and jaw a little slack.

You reached for him, the feeling so intense you needed an anchor. He leaned forward, knowing what you craved, and let you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck.

He rubbed soothing circles on your thigh, his other hand sliding around your back to hold you against him. “Too much, baby?” He asked, pausing his slow penetration.

“Too good,” you whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He nodded, loosing a breath as you clenched around him. “Feel like your squeezing my heart,” he groaned, and you could feel it racing just beneath his skin, frantic as yours.

“Keep going, Charlie. Please,” you begged, tilting your pelvis so he sank a little deeper.

He eased you back onto the bed, still holding you close. “Good girl, takin’ me so well. Just relax, honey. Just feel me,” he soothed as he pushed the rest of the way in, his cockhead nudging your cervix and stretching your walls just enough. Not sensing any discomfort from you, he started rolling his hips back and forth in fluid strokes, kissing your skin wherever he could reach.

Pleasure spread through your body like ink through water, coloring every sensation, every thought. You loosened your grip on him, opening yourself up to his unhurried affection as he fucked you slowly, letting you adjust to the onslaught of sensation.

“You're so pretty like this, so fucking perfect.” He mouthed at your throat, your head tilting back with a cry as he increased his pace, ecstasy dancing along your skin. “All mine to love on, yeah? You all mine, baby?”

You bobbed your head, already cockdrunk and blissed out, your body submitting completely to him. “Yes, fuck, yes. All yours,” you whimpered, that knot in your lower stomach starting to tighten.

“Fuck yes, my good girl.” He leaned down and caught your lips in a searing kiss, a growl rumbling through his chest as he fucked you harder, driving his cock in and out of your sopping cunt with powerful strokes. “And I'm yours, baby. All fucking yours.” He murmured against your mouth and you grinned, feeling your heart give a discordant thump of elation.

He leaned back to fuck you deeper, one hand tangling with both of yours and pining your arms over your head, the other sliding down to rub tight circles over your clit. You stretched out for him, arching your breasts up to his hungry gaze as he railed you, merciless and claiming.

“Saints, you look so fucking sexy. Gonna come for me, love? Mark this cock as yours?”

You let out a scream as a second orgasm was wrenched from your body, the tension unraveling all at once in a torrent of bliss. You clamped hard around him, feeling his cock swell, then buck as his own release crashed over him, your name coming out like roar.

You clung to one another, his hips still rolling into yours as your walls milked him dry, wringing every drop of pleasure from one another until you crashed back to earth as one.

After catching your breath for a moment, he lifted off of you, hands skimming over your face, your body. “Merlin, I’m sorry, baby. I really didn't mean to be that rough, are you okay? Did I hurt—”

You silenced him with a kiss, pulling his body back down onto yours. “Was perfect,” you mumbled against his lips and he smiled.

“You were perfect,” he corrected, pecking kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. “Can’t get enough of you.”

You giggled, squirming as his hands tickled along your sensitive skin.

“Can I take you for a real date tomorrow? I don't know if anything will be open, but I refuse to go another day without—”

“Charlie,” you shushed, cupping his bearded cheek. “You can take me to the kitchen and call it a first date. I don't care about some made-up fucking rules. I just want to be with you.”

He grinned, giving you a quick, toothy kiss. “Then how about I clean you up, make some mulled wine with this expensive shit I brought back from Romania, and we cuddle by the fire? Call that our first date, and next year we can celebrate our one year anniversary on Christmas.”

You pushed against his chest, laughing at his dramatics, but secretly hoping that would be the case. “It better be a hell of mulled wine then,” you teased.

“Oh, it will be. Romanians don't fuck around when it comes to their booze. Now, open those gorgeous legs for me.”

“Charles Septimus Weasley! Get up!” Ginny shouted through the door, banging her fist on the wood. “You cannot sleep in on Christmas!”

“Septimus?” You groaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Charlie had his head buried in your neck, heavy limbs thrown over your body. He was warm as a furnace, and the still crackling fire didn't help matters.

“Sod off!” he barked back, nuzzling closer and tightening his hold around you. You glanced at the clock, and after your prolonged first date, you'd only gotten a few scant hours of sleep.

“Fine! Then I'll throw whatever's in this fancy little box in the fire!”

Charlie was up in a flash, tugging on pants and wrenching open the door, but Ginny was already gone.

He sighed, grabbed something from the hall, then swung the door shut. He looked ready to dive back into bed, but you were already up, pulling on a pair of his boxers.

He froze in place, a feral sort of glint in his eye, forgetting entirely about the package in his hands. When you went to grab it, he lifted it high above his head, well out of your reach.

“Charlie!” You pouted, trying in vain to pull his arm down. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of your body. “You really want me to make a bad impression on your parents for our first Christmas?” You snapped, fighting the smile rising on your face.

“Just do a little spin for me,” he said, twirling a finger around.

“Charlie!”

“Fine, fine. Here,” he chuckled, handing you a pair of pajamas with your name embroidered on them. They were red and green, with white stripes and gold thread, the material thick and warm.

You loved them already.

The two of you quickly got dressed and hurried downstairs, finding everyone else already piled into the living room, also dressed in matching pj's.

“Ah, the lovebirds finally make their appearance!” Bill teased from the big arm chair, Fleur cuddled into his side.

Charlie flipped him off, ignoring the squawk of disapproval form his mother.

“Come, come!” Molly grabbed you and plunked you down on the last free space on the couch, and George passed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

George leaned in and muttered, “It's no mulled wine, but—”

Charlie whacked the back of his head. “Quiet, you,” he warned.

“Charles, if I have to speak to you again!” Molly shouted.

“Alright, alright! Let's get this show on the road,” Arthur said, shooing his son away so they could distribute the clumsily wrapped boxes under the tree.

Charlie plopped onto the floor between your knees, his hands coming up to absently massage your right foot. Your whole body tingled at the contact, your heart still tight with joy.

Could this really be your life?

Arthur passed out gifts, and you ended up with a pile of three at your feet. A flat, rectangular box, a heavy, square box, and one small enough to fit in your hand, wrapped in green and gold ribbon.

They went around one by one, opening gifts. Charlie received a new pair of steel-toed boots, enchanted to prevent the Romanian cold from creeping in, and an expensive looking bottle of gin, courtesy of his big brother.

After him, it was finally your turn. Your heart thudded from the attention, and you started unwrapping the larger present with trembling fingers. You tore off the paper and opened the white box underneath it, finding a knitted sweater with your initial on the front. Your throat pinched shut, tears burning behind your eyes as you traced your fingers over it.

“You're part of the family now, love,” Molly said, smiling warmly at you as you wiped away a tear with the back of your hand.

“Thank you,” you sniffled, laughing at yourself, and Charlie gave your ankle a reassuring squeeze, pressing a kiss to your knee.

The next present was from Fred and George, a stack of books you'd been eyeballing the last time the three of you went to Flourish and Blotts, and you pulled them in for a group hug.

Finally, it came down to the last present. The tension pulled taut as a bowstring when Charlie turned towards you, propped up on one knee, presenting the small box.

“I know how this looks,” he murmured, glancing down at himself. “But I promise I'm not that insane.”

You giggled nervously, taking the present from his hand and trying to ignore that his entire family was watching you. You tried to focus on Charlie, the rise and fall of his shoulders, the lock of copper hair hanging over his brow, and blocked the others out.

Carefully, you undid the ribbon and tore off the paper, revealing a black, dragon-leather box. Charlie gave you an encouraging nod, noticing the way you hesitated, and you cracked open the lid.

Inside was a golden necklace with a Welsh Green dragon scale pendant sitting on a velvet cushion. It was the most stunning shade of emerald you'd ever seen, reflecting beautifully in the candlelight, shifting blue, then pearlescent, and back to green. It was breathtaking, and you fought back the tears gathering on your lower lashes so you could continue to gaze at it.

“Charlie, this is—” emotion stole your words, and all you could do was throw your arms around him and bury your face into his shoulder.

“I hope you love it, darling. Had it made just for you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Here, let me put it on you.”

You nodded, sitting up and trying to wipe your tears before his family could see what a mess you were, but when you looked around, you saw half of them crying too.

Molly blew you a kiss, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, and you nearly lost it again.

Charlie gently took the box from your hands and walked around behind the couch. His cool fingers grazed the sides of your throat and the weight of the pendant settled against your clavicle. A moment later, your heard the clasp click, and felt the warm brush of his lips on the back on your neck.

You fondled the pendant with your fingers, the metal already warming against your heated skin, the scale heavy and smooth. Charlie came back around to the front, eyes lighting up at the sight of your smile.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” he hummed, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

You grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Charlie.”

Thank you so much for reading!! (and if you have anything you'd like to read for Charlie, my asks are open!)

[eleganzadellarosa]

Melted

pairing: olderbrothersbestfriend!chan x needy fem! reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: MDNI (I'm sorry if this changes the way you see ice cream, pwp I guess, fast paced plot, unprotected sex (don’t 👀), big dick Chan (because what else would he be?), overstim, squirting, hair pulling, choking, creampie, Chan calls reader Baby, reader calls him Channie)

word count: 5.82K

A/N: Just because my mind has been on Chan A LOT lately. Also…this isn’t proofread 😬

Why would you like someone that ruffles your hair, tickles your sides and calls you “baby” as a nickname? Sounds childish right? Not to you when it comes to your huge crush on Chan. You know that’s just how he is with you and has been since you were younger, but you wish it meant something different to him.

Chan is best friends with your older brother, he’s basically been a part of your family for over 10 years. You’ve always liked Chan, but not in that way until your crush developed right before he moved. His family moved away for a while during his late teen years so you hadn’t seen him in quite some time. Then he suddenly came back and he was like a whole new person. His personality didn’t change, no, the way he looked did and you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of him since.

He and your brother are 25 and you’re stuck being 23. It wasn’t a big enough gap to make anyone bat an eye, but you knew he always viewed you as his best friend’s little sister and you weren’t sure how to make that change. You watched as he pulled up in front of your house, picking up your brother like usual. They spent so much time together, you were almost past the point of jealousy and wanted to hate your brother for taking him away every time.

You stood in the open garage, watching him hop out the driver’s seat. He smiled and waved when he saw you and did a little jog onto the sidewalk and into the garage. Maybe things didn’t need to change and you needed to find someone else to crush on, but it was so hard when he would open his arms for you to hug him and would squeeze you tight until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Hey baby, missed you. How ya been?”

Baby. You would never get over that nickname. It gave you that warm fuzzy feeling but also gave you that second heartbeat.

“Hey Channie, you know same old same old. Where have you been all week?” You knew where he’d been but you’d do anything to have a longer conversation with him before your brother snatched him away.

“I went to go visit my family, they told me to tell you hi.” He smiled and you smiled back knowing how much his family loved you, which oddly enough made you like him more. “I got you somethin’, close your eyes.”

You obliged, closing your eyes waiting almost impatiently to see what he had for you. Not being able to see him in front of you but feeling his presence made a light blush fall on your cheeks. You felt his fingertips graze the skin on your hand and the sudden contact made you jump slightly. He carefully opened your hand and you felt the cold contrast of something against your palm.

“Open your eyes.”

You looked down to see a dainty anklet with small charms dangling from it. Your eyes lit up seeing each charm perfectly handpicked with things he knew you’d like. It was gorgeous and on closer inspection, it looked expensive. You didn’t care how much it cost, only worrying that he spent too much of his money on you, but loving that he got you a gift at all.

“Baby, do you like it?” He made dangerous eye contact waiting for you to reply. It didn’t help you gather your thoughts any quicker even though you had your answer already. He made your nervous system short circuit.

“Y-yeah Channie, I love it!” You smiled as much as you could to cover the way you swallowed thickly seeing him stand so close to you.

“Really? Oh gosh I’m glad, I thought I chose something you wouldn’t like.” He had to be lying. He could pick a leaf off a tree and you’d be jumping for joy. “Here lemme see, I’ll put it on for you.”

You gasped when he lifted you up to seat you on your dad’s workbench that sat at the back of the garage. The heat seeping in from outside was hot enough, but now you were sure you could break a thermometer. He kneeled down and wrapped the cold jewelry around your ankle. You were unconsciously holding your breath, scared of having any reaction because if you let go, you’d probably moan and you’d rather not make this awkward.

He looked up at you with your foot still in his hand, “It looks great baby, I like it.” God that comment had you slippery wet. He liked it on you? Now you’d never take it off. “Make sure you think of me every time you look at it.” He shot you a wink and your breath got caught in your throat preventing you from swallowing.

This conversation would be stored for fuel whenever you needed something to tip you over the edge at night. You almost said something equally seductive back, almost, when your brother came and took Chan away. You were used to it by now, never really having more than 10 minutes tops of alone time with him. It was frustrating, having to get most of your information from your brother who always reluctantly told you, asking “why do you wanna know anyways?”

You think Chan would tell you no hesitation if you actually had the chance to speak with him. But truth be told, you’d never be able to do such a thing with your brother around. He made it clear on multiple occasions that he didn’t approve of a relationship between you two if it ever came to be, but all three of you knew that would never be brought into existence.

You sat in the same spot on the tool bench, swinging your foot to see the charms sparkle in the small rays of sunshine. Chan said to think about him every time you looked at it, so you did. The thought of you on your knees in front of him, him slipping his thumb past your lips telling you to suck if you wanted to be rewarded. The ideas that ran freely were filthy and getting worse by the second. Your thighs rubbed together tightly as you felt yourself grow wetter with each passing thought.

The sun shined brightly through the small gaps between your blinds, easing you awake with its warmth. The weekends were the best because it was almost guaranteed that you’d get to have breakfast with Chan. It was an unspoken tradition and you marked it off in your mental calendar. You quickly washed your face before heading downstairs to the kitchen, only to see it completely empty besides the few duffle bags that sat beside the island.

“Where are you going?” You asked your brother who walked in at the perfect time before you could stump yourself with more unanswered questions.

“Didn’t mom tell you? I’m going to stay at a beach house with a few friends for the weekend.” He stuffed a few more things in his bag, talking with his back facing you.

“No…is Chan going too?” You asked carefully trying to make it seem like a normal question.

He rolled his eyes and leaned up against the marble island. “Next time you need to just start asking Chan these questions since you always wanna know everything about him. And no, he’s not coming.”

“Really?” A smile spread across your face but you quickly wiped it away when you saw your brother narrow his eyes.

“Don’t go bothering him while I’m away, he’s doesn’t wanna hang with you at all so just stay home!”

“You’re such an asshole, he never said that!”

“You don’t know what he said because you’re not his best friend! Just don’t bother him okay?” He sucked his teeth as he picked up his bags and walked out the door, kicking it closed with his foot.

He didn’t know what he was talking about. Chan wouldn’t say that, he would love to hang out with you. Right? You felt like a teenager crushing on a college boy that was far out of your league for multiple reasons but you swore you had a chance.

You sulkily walked upstairs back to your room and flopped on your bed. Being that your brother didn’t want you to bother Chan, it made you more curious as to what he could be doing right now. It sucks that you didn’t have his number or really any way to contact him. Well you did, you were just too scared to actually do it.

It was nothing but a 10 minute walk and 2 minute drive to get to his house but in the back of your mind, you were scared he actually wouldn’t want to see you. What would you say; what would be your reasoning for coming to see him?

“I have a crush on you and I want to be around you, please let me in?”

Like hell that would work. He’d probably slam the door in your face, call your brother and tell him how annoying and stupid his little-

There was a ring at your doorbell.

Your head snapped to your left, slightly shocked you had any visitors. It could easily be your neighbor since she always seemed to pop up randomly. “I got it!” You yelled out, jogging down the stairs. You looked out the peephole to see Chan standing there. Your heart started racing and you quickly looked over your appearance before opening the door.

“Channie?! What are you doing here?”

“Aww baby you aren’t happy to see me?” A cute little pout painted his face and you wanted to drag him in and kiss him all over.

“What? No, of course I am! My brother’s not here and I thought you knew…”

“Oh yeah I knew, I came to see you.”

He said it so nonchalantly as if it was normal to come see you. As if you both agreed to hang out today. Or as if you always hung out when your brother wasn’t around. He had to know what this was doing to you, there was no way he didn’t. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t find the strength to let the words come forward.

“I figured you’d be here all by yourself, so I thought I’d come pick you up.” He smiled brightly and there were those cute dimples. God you felt like you were gonna explode.

“I…umm…” you were stuttering and if he didn’t stop staring at you, you were going to be stuck like this.

He looked a bit sad and disappointed but waited to see what you would say. “It’s okay if you don’t want to Baby. I should’ve asked first, I’m so sorry.”

You quickly reached out to touch his arm and practically melted into a puddle, “No no Channie, I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you’d wanna hang out with me. I’d love to go to your house, especially since I’ve never seen this one.”

He smiled again, “Of course I would Baby, you’re my best friend! Now come on, hop in”

Oh how this was never something you thought would happen in a million years. You were Chan’s best friend? As much as you wanted this, there must have been some kind of mistake. Surely he didn’t actually think so.

He grabbed your hand and lead you to his jeep and opened your door for you. “Thank you Channie” barely left your lips before he reached inside and buckled your seatbelt, smiling at you before he closed your door. Your body was on fire; ignited from the soft and simple touches. You were down bad, there was no better way to put it. If he kept moving like this, you’d have to go home and deal with the problem between your legs.

His house was nice, nothing too big or small, just right for him. He had a great sense of decor and he kept his place sparkling clean. Scattered about on different pieces of furniture were photos of him, family and even younger pictures of the 3 of you.

“Baby, make yourself at home, you can sit anywhere you’d like.” He spoke to you from the little pass through window in the kitchen.

You nodded your head but decided to explore his living room some more. When you walked past the patio door, you noticed a reflection on the ground outside.

“Oh my gosh Channie, you have a pool?! Why didn’t my brother tell me?”

He walked over to you with a large red double popsicle and chuckled at the amused look on your face. “I’m gonna punch him when I see him, I told him to tell you because I know how much you love swimming. We can go out there if you want.”

He broke the popsicle in two and handed you a half. “I would love to…but I don’t have a bikini with me.”

“Just get in with what you have on.” He leaned against the side of his couch as he sucked on the cold treat.

You looked down at your outfit, a plain white tee and some daisy patterned shorts. “But I won’t have anything to change into. I can walk back home and get something.”

“Orrrrr, you can just wear some of my clothes until yours are dry.”

What was with him saying all this so nonchalantly? When have you ever worn his clothes? The smell must be absolutely amazing, he always smelled so good. If he was offering, you might as well just take it.

“Hmm” you bit your lip and smiled, “okay, but I don’t wanna get in by myself.”

He smiled as he finished off his half of the popsicle and chewed on the stick. He jolted off the side of the couch and pulled his shirt off. You almost choked on the leftover ice you had in your mouth. What the fuck was he thinking?

“Come on Baby, come swim with me.”

He opened the door and ran and jumped in without hesitation. After little to no consideration, you followed behind him, diving right in. The water was a perfect way to cool off in the hot summer sun. He swam over to you, hair drenched and sticking to his forehead. The droplets of water shined against his toned, muscular body. You wanted to lick him dry, no matter how long it took.

His right hand slid over your waist and around to your back, “you look so cute, I could kiss you right now.”

Cute? Kiss? Cute and kiss in the same sentence? Maybe you needed to pinch yourself to wake up from this completely unrealistic dream.

“M-me? I’m just plain and boring.” You mentally pat yourself on the back for not stuttering too much with how close he was and what he just said.

“You’ve never been either baby, no way that’s what you actually think.” His eyebrows raised in shock.

“Well yeah…there’s so many prettier girls than me. I’m just me, but they’re-“

It happened so fast that your mind didn’t process it. He bent down to press his lips to yours and hold you a bit tighter. Your arms were around his neck and you reciprocated the kiss faster than the fear set in. His tongue swiped over your lip and you happily allowed him to explore your mouth.

Somehow being drenched in the pool made it feel more sensual, nothing left to the imagination, bodies practically touching through the thin fabrics. You could feel how hard he was, pressing it right up against your thigh. You bravely touched him through his shorts, earning a small moan from him.

He ran a hand up the back of your thigh and roughly grabbed your ass. It wasn’t until you felt something press into your back that you realized he moved the both of you closer to the edge of the pool. He trailed the kisses over your jaw and to your neck. You were breathing heavily, making no effort to stop the sounds coming from you.

“I wonder how good you’d sound if I fucked you.”

“Channie please, oh fuck.”

Desperate was too innocent of a word to describe how badly you wanted him. You’d do whatever it took to make your dreams come true.

“Would you like that baby? Let me fuck you and make you feel good?”

At this point you were sure you stopped breathing. He looked so good with his wet hair, heavy lids, toned body pressed right against yours. Of course you’d like that.

“Yes Channie, I want it, I want you.”

He slipped your shirt over your head and left open mouthed kisses down your neck and across your chest. Just as he moved to get your nipple in his mouth, a loud ring came from inside the house; it was his phone.

“You should go get that Channie.”

He looked at you, lips parted and breathing heavily. “Fuck, okay I’ll be right back.”

He hopped out the pool and went inside while you tried to put all the pieces together. So Chan liked you? Or he simply just wanted a fuck buddy? Or maybe he just wanted to fuck you because he knows how much you like him and knew you’d be easy? The insecurity began to weigh down on you and now you just wanted to go home.

When he returned, he squatted down next to you, who was now slightly turned away from him with your arms wrapped around yourself in order to seek comfort.

“That was your brother, he said he’s coming home early because someone got food poisoning. So…he asked me to pick him up.” He reached out and touched your shoulder. “Baby, you okay?”

“Yeah Channie, you can just take me home.” You made sure to not let him see the tears brimming your eyes.

“You sure you’re-“

“Yes, I’d like to go home please.”

He watched you for a few seconds longer, definitely able to notice the shift in your mood, he just didn’t know what caused it. “Okay, let me at least get you a change of clothes.”

The ride back home was short and you got out before he could to open your door for you. He shouted something about seeing you later before driving off as you closed your front door behind you. You still didn’t have his number, so him hitting you up later wouldn’t be a thing, unless he was bold enough to ask your brother but you both knew that would open a can of worms you weren’t ready to try and close.

Now you were a bit nervous that he would tell your brother what happened because he wanted to know why you looked so sad. You’d just avoid him as much as you could and hopefully he would forget anything ever happened.

“As much as I don’t want you to, I need you to come with me and Chan so you can help me choose a gift for my girlfriend.” Your brother came into your room, not bothering to knock since your door was already opened slightly.

“I didn’t say you could come in!”

“Oh my god, yes or no?”

“You didn’t ask me anything dumbass and why don’t you already know what your girlfriend likes?”

“I do know but I want to know what’s the best out of the options I have and you’re a girl.”

“Umm…I guess?”

You were conflicted. You wanted to see Chan, you missed him even though it had only been two days since your encounter in the pool. But you also didn’t want to see him right now because you didn’t want to explain anything to him, yet if you said that your brother would for sure know something happened between you two.

“Okay well be ready in like 10 minutes, set a timer or something.”

Chan and your brother greeted each other like always and when he looked over at you, he looked as if he wanted to come hug you. “Hey baby, you coming with us today?”

Your brother rolled his eyes when you let a smile creep past your lips. You were weak for Chan, he knew exactly what to say to make you melt. Maybe you were thinking about it wrong, maybe he really did like you and he actually wanted to be with you. But having it happen so suddenly made you think perhaps you let your guard down too quickly.

You felt like such a third wheel around the two boys, laughing at their inside jokes and not worrying about you following behind them. Well Chan did, he would look back to make sure you were still there and smile at you when you made eye contact. It felt like hours even though but had only been 30 minutes of walking around the mall looking for the perfect gift.

“Girls like jewelry, so get her something she can always wear.” Your brother’s gaze followed yours down to your anklet. Before he could ask you where you got that, Chan spoke up.

“Yeah I told you that the other day man, if you really love her you should get her something that she can keep for a long time but also that you put effort into choosing.” He looked over at you when he said it, hoping you caught on to what he said.

You tried your hardest not to blush, your brother standing way too close for you to even let out a small squeal.

“Yeah that’s what I wanna get her but I’m not sure she’ll wear it, I never see her wearing jewelry.”

“Trust me bro, she’ll love it.” He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and nodded his head.

“I’m gonna go get some ice cream and then head back to the car you guys.” You said waving your hand as you walked away. Your brother nodded as he answered his phone.

“Is it okay if I come with you baby?” Chan ran to catch up with you before you got too far.

“Sure Channie, I’ll pay for you.”

“You’re so funny Baby, I’m paying for the both of us.” As you approached the stand, he turned around grimacing. “Aww baby they’re all out of rocky road.”

After all these years, he still remembers your favorite ice cream flavor. “It’s okay Channie, just get me whatever you get.”

He smiled softly and nodded and ordered two strawberry cheesecake cones. You walked back with him to his car to enjoy yet another frozen treat in his presence. Of course, he opened your door and let you hop in before he did the same.

“Damn it’s already melting…”

“I prefer ice cream when it melts a little. Like when it drips down my fingers. It just tastes better that way…well to me anyway.” You realized you were babbling, so you looked up at him but he was already looking at you.

“You wanna lick mine off my fingers?”

The question alone could have made you cum, but the way he looked at you; eyes slightly hooded, lips parted, that had you throbbing. You couldn’t even answer him. Actually your mind was blank so you didn’t have an answer or any response to what he just said. He saw it on your face though. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He’s wanted you for a long time and as many hints as he tried throwing your way, you never seemed to catch them.

It became too much for him, your brother always getting in his way of spending alone time with you. He didn’t care what your brother thought about it though. He wanted you and he wanted you bad. So when he eased his hand toward your mouth and you happily let him push a finger past your lips, he knew he didn’t have to try to make you understand anymore; he made that clear when you were in the pool the other day.

“Sorry it’s not your favorite flavor.” He said, removing his finger to replace it with a new one.

“It is now.” Your words were partially cut off by the intrusion of his fingers. You were soaked and your head felt fuzzy, you felt like you were going to die.

You never broke eye contact and he watched you intently. “You can’t look at me like that if you don’t want me to ruin you.”

“Maybe I want you to.” You licked and sucked on his fingers as seductively as you could muster.

He licked his ice cream then shifted more toward you so he could kiss you. The contrast of the cold dessert and the heat from his tongue made you whimper. He slowly let your warmth melt the ice cream and drip down onto your neck and chest. He happily chased the drops with his tongue making sure none of it went to waste.

“Oh god Channie, mmm~”

He caught sight of your brother making his way over to the car so he quickly halted his actions and returned to his seat. “He’s coming, act normal. Deep breaths.”

Well that was surely easier said than done. He just licked the majority of his ice cream off of you, leaving you slightly sticky in multiple places. This was torture, getting so close to what you want only to be cockblocked by your brother once again.

“Yo Chan, is it cool if I stay at your place tonight? My girlfriend might stop by too.”

“Yeah sure, I don’t mind.”

“Okay cool, we can just drop Y/N off.”

You quickly turned, an exaggerated pout on your face, ready to fight your case. “NO FAIR!”

“It’s fine if she stays, I don’t mind.” Chan looked at your brother through the rear view mirror.

“What?! No way, she’s literally just going to bother us the entire time!”

“Fuck you, no I won’t! You always get to hang with Chan by yourself, I can be around him too!”

“Hey! It’s alright, you can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the couch. I promise it’s fine.”

Your brother rolled his eyes and you stuck your tongue out at him. Maybe you were childish, but you weren’t going to let your day end without at least having another make out session.

You thanked God your brother’s girlfriend came quite late and that she took all his attention off of you and Chan. You all enjoyed some snacks and had movie night. It was nearing almost 2am by the time the movie was over, so your brother took her to the guest room where he was staying for the night.

You stayed up with Chan to help him tidy up even though he insisted he didn’t want you to.

“Is it okay for me to wear another one of your shirts Channie? I didn’t pack anything.”

He looked up from the dishes he just finished, “you don’t have to ask Baby, of course you can.” He gave you a big dimpled smile but then it dropped. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“Why were you so sad the other day? You know…in the pool.”

You knew he would ask you eventually so you might as well just tell him now and get it over with. “I don’t know…I just…wasn’t sure how to feel and was hoping you weren’t only doing it to take advantage of me.”

He walked up to you and kissed your forehead. “Oh Baby, I would never do that to you. I love you and I can’t ever say it or do anything about it because your brother’s always around. I’m sorry if I came off so strong but don’t ever think I’d do anything to take advantage of you. I love you, yeah?”

He rubbed his thumb over your hand and tilted his head waiting for you to nod your head. It took a heavy weight off your shoulders to hear him express his true feelings and being that he said it so easily helped you understand how genuine he was being.

“My room is all yours Baby, it’s the last door at the end of the hall. You can wear whatever you want and there’s towels in the closet in the bathroom.”

“Thank you for letting me stay Channie.” You stood on your tip toes and kissed him on the cheek and quickly ran away, leaving him in the kitchen with red ears.

You felt refreshed after your shower and even more comfortable as you slipped into one of his shirts. Since you didn’t bring a change of clothes, his shirt was the only thing covering you and barely so. You hopped into his king sized bed and playfully rolled around, enjoying the big size.

You looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand, it had already been more than an hour since everyone went to bed. You weren’t sleepy though, so you pulled out your phone and scrolled aimlessly on your socials. A soft knock on the door turned your attention towards it.

“Come in.”

Chan walked through the door, smiling when he saw you so comfy in his bed. “I couldn’t sleep but I also didn’t try…and, I can’t let you leave before I kiss you again.”

“Well good because I was thinking the same thing.”

He fully shut the door and locked it before he removed his shirt and hopped in the bed with you, lips immediately catching yours. His hands came up to grope your breasts roughly, sucking and biting your bottom lip as he did so. He slid a hand under your shirt, breaking the kiss when he felt your bare skin.

“God Baby, you’re driving me crazy. Seeing you in nothing but my shirt is making me sooo hard.” You took his hand in yours and moved it over your pussy. “Fuck…so wet already.”

He moved down closer to the edge of the bed and kissed his way down from your stomach. He gave you butterflies in the best way possible. His lips danced across the skin on your inner thighs sending tingles up your spine.

“Channie…” you say breathlessly and he looks up at you as his mouth attaches to your sensitive bud.

With his head between your legs, messily eating your pussy, your eyes were squeezed shut. It took every bone in your body to not moan, knowing that if you did, you would be loud. He sensed it, so he stopped eating you out and crawled on top of you.

He used two fingers to slip into you while his thumb pressed down harshly on your clit. “Don’t hide them from me, I wanna hear them.”

“B-but my brother is here.”

“And I want to hear how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back Baby, lemme hear your pretty moans.” His fingers sped up their pace, not giving you any other option. You moaned as your back arched slightly. “That’s it Baby, good girl.”

It turned him on watching how his actions made you react but he needed more; needed to feel the way your pussy wrapped around him like it didn’t want to let him go. You reached out to pull on his shorts and finally free his achingly hard dick from its confines. He was BIG but what did you really expect, it was just really really intimidating. None of that mattered though, you just wanted him in you without any interruptions.

He hissed when he used your arousal to mix with his and coat his length. He gave it a few pumps before he eased the head past your entrance. “I’ll go slow okay baby?”

“Okay Channie just keep going, please don’t stop.”

He caught his lip between his teeth, feeling the lust course through his veins hearing you beg and feeling the tightness of your walls. He watched your face contort in pleasure.

He was barely half way in, stretching you open with ease. “T-too big Channie…” You eyes were rolling back and you were already slurring your words.

“You can take it, look you’re doing so well for me Baby” he touched his forehead to yours and grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you again, “you feel so good Baby, so so fucking good, such a good girl for me.”

When he bottomed out he leaned over you to catch his breath so he wouldn’t cum too quickly. Your head was spinning. His body pressed into yours and the way he spoke to you already had your toes curling. He pulled out to the tip, your pussy making a squelching noise, and he quickly thrust himself back in. Your back arched off the bed and you almost screamed.

As much as you wanted to keep your sounds at bay, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep the volume down to a minimum. He snapped his hips forward with desperation, grunts and moans falling from the both of you. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough to make your head get fuzzy and awaken every nerve in your body. He pounded into you with no remorse, making this worth the long wait.

He suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine in response, and sat against the headboard. “Come ride me, wanna feel you in this position.”

You crawled over to him then hovered over his still hard, leaking dick. You sank down on him, taking small breaks so you wouldn’t faint from the pleasure. He bucked his hips up, making you drop down fully. He held you under your butt, spreading your pussy open to help you bounce on his dick easily.

The more you hopped up and down on him, the more you felt the sticky substances mix and connect the two of you. Your legs gave out when he started to thrust up into you every time you dropped down. He repositioned you so that you were on your knees, leaning forward into him. He grabbed a handful of your hair, your back arching more, as he hugged you and fucked you violently. The new angle made him abuse your sweet spot.

“Letting me fuck you with your brother just down the hall, I didn’t know you were such a slut Baby.”

“Mmm ah! Only for you Channie!”

He held you tighter when he felt your pussy clench around him. This is exactly what he wanted, what he dreamed of. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer himself, so he quickly flipped you onto your back again. One hand on the back of one of your knees and the other rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck Channie I’m gonna cum!”

“You gonna cum? Yeah? Cum with me, make a mess all over my dick.”

He thrust deeper into you and bent down to suck on one of your nipples. A few more loud moans and circles on your clit and your pussy fluttered as you reached your orgasm. He didn’t stop and kept up his quick pace until you squirted all over him and the sheets below.

“Fuuuuuck” his hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep as he painted your walls white. He pulled out quickly, the rest of his cum spilling into his hands and seeping through his fingers.

When you looked down, you couldn’t help but grab his hands to put his fingers in your mouth. Funny enough, the cum looks just like the way you love your ice cream.

“Channie, I think you’re my favorite flavor.”

[vanillakook]

DOPAMINE (PT. 1) ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: mingyu’s little sister has a question for jungkook

parings: brothersbestfriend!jk x fem!reader

info & warnings: dirty talk and explicit language, dom!jk, sneaking around, car sex, oral sex, (f. receiving), tones of corruption, self masturbation, guided masturbation, established crush/unrequited love, sexual tension, slow burn sort of, reader and jk already have a great relationship, touch her you die trope, brothers best friend trope, big!muscley!jungkook obv, might be a series?! im just saying stuff now?!!

a/n: part two here!

“can you make me cum?”

usually when you asked jungkook for a favor it was for a few bucks or when you needed a ride somewhere. so he was trying to make sense of what he was just asked. he blinked. once, then twice, then a third. he blinked until his eyesight finally got back to seeing one of you, and not five. he blinked at you, who just so happened to be his best friends younger sister. kim mingyu’s younger sister.

“what?”

“can you– are you really going to make me repeat it?” your lips pursed and your manicured hands went up to rest on your hips. you lowered your voice before asking again, “i said… can you make me cum.” you said more of as a demand now, making his tip leak a bit. the kitchen you both resided in felt like it was closing in on him.

“i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear that, and you pretend you didn’t say it, cool?” jungkook just shook his head with a laugh. as his footsteps moved back towards the garage where mingyu and the rest of his friends were hanging out, you followed after. as he put his hand on the knob to exit the kitchen, he stood there when your voice began flowing through him again.

“i won’t tell him. promise, it’ll be between us koo.” your voice lowered.

“where is this even coming from?”

your eyes squint. “a girl just asked you to make her cum and that’s what you’re worried about? i need help!” liar. help with what exactly? because he’s heard you. you like to play with yourself in the dead of night when you think everyone’s sleeping. this would actually be the perfect opportunity for jungkook to tell you to keep it down. you should be grateful for your family of heavy sleepers. he hears you plunging your fingers into that sweet pussy, always making the sound fall into a pattern with your staggered moans. he’d be lying to himself if he claimed it wasn’t the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

but enough of that, you were very off limits.

“no, a girl, actually my best friends little sister, is asking me to make her cum.” he tilted his head in that sarcastic manner that he’s been annoying you with since you were children.

“come on,” you rolled your eyes and popped your leg out. “i already told you i wouldn’t tell him. it’s a favor, you do me favors all the time, what’s wrong with this one?” oh you were serious. his best friends little sister wanted to get fucked by him. jungkook had enough on his plate as is.

“sexual favors?”

“you always tell me you’ll do anything for me, no matter what it is, no questions asked. and now you’re asking questions.”

jungkook couldn’t even hold his laughter until this end of your sentence. he let out a deep and heavy sigh. he wiped his hand over his face, cock strained and heart racing. “why are you asking me this y/n? out of all people?” he should have never asked that question either.

you sulked against the kitchen counter. “i was with this guy last night– what?” jungkook was already giving you the stink eye. just like your brother he was highly protective of you. guys knew not to fuck you over since you had two guys who were ready to step about you. yet whereas mingyu’s protectiveness was more so on the brotherly side, jungkook’s leaned toward a possessive nature. jungkook knew he couldn’t have you due to… circumstances. but that didn’t mean anyone else could.

he shook his thoughts away. “continue.”

“okay… well i’m just so tired of hooking up with people and being let down– i just– i think im broken or something. i can’t cum!” you threw your hands up. “like okay, yes i can make myself cum, but i can’t cum at the hands of someone else. and–and– last night that guy told me i was the problem. you’re mad because you can’t make me cum?” you stopped yourself before you yapped the man’s head off.

“stop fucking guys with trash dick.”

jungkook has been telling you to stop messing around with little boys that don’t do anything for you. you definitely weren’t the problem, and he was going to find the guy who said that bullshit. it wasn’t your fault they didn’t know what they were doing.

“hence why i want you to fuck me.”

“yeah?” he said, slowly, and slightly more raunchy than intended. “and how do you know my dick is good?” even more raunchy than he intended. he matched your stance, leaning against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. the tattoos covering his arm and bicep taunted you, making your panties pool with something hot.

jungkook knew he was a goddamn stud. he had every girl across campus lining up to try it for themselves. including most of your own friends. you sort of hated it, considering people would only get close to you to either fuck jungkook or your brother. most times you already knew why a girl was speaking to you, shit even most guys. you almost made business cards with mingyu and jungkook’s numbers on there just for people to leave you alone. however you weren’t this innocent little thing that jungkook and your brother made you out to be. you knew jungkook could make a girl come, you knew he could fuck. you’ve only ever heard good things. you’d rather hookup with someone who you knew was good rather than a random who you’d have to guess with and end up being wrong. yeah, that’s what it was. someone had to convince you that you weren’t the problem and he was perfect for the job. he knew how to navigate a body, from what you’ve heard.

you gulped. “i’ve just… i’ve heard things. and i’d rather it be you that makes me cum than another random.”

“what did you hear?”

“you’re asking so many questions yet still can’t answer my one and only for you?”

“jeon! get your ass in here!” a muffled voice called through all the laughter. the voice which could be identified as jaehyun’s made you and jungkook’s jump a total of ten feet apart. this conversation alone made him feel guilty although you were doing nothing wrong. you didn’t even realize how close you had been drifting to one another. but if anyone knew what obscene things were coming out of your mouth right now you’d both be screwed, so maybe he was guilty.

“look y/n… you know you can ask me for anything and i’ll give it to you, but this? no. one hundred percent no.” he hated to tell you no. he didn’t want to tell you no, but in this instance he had to deny your wants. it would be cutting it way too close. he didn’t live with you guys, but he was pretty much integrated into the family with how much he was there. your parents saw him as their son. he even saw your family as his own. although jungkook could never deny the attraction he’s felt for you while growing up and even today. so he couldn’t ruin you like that. you practically grew up together, he’s seen you through every phase of your life. including the one you were in now, at twenty one years old and in your wild college phase. he couldn’t be so ruthless and dirty with someone he holds at such a high regard. he could treat the daughter of his second family like that. what he did to women in bed was–

“is it really a no? or a not right now?” you still egged on, snapping him from his thoughts.

he said nothing. the silence between the both of you had been loud, raking your eyes across each other before jungkook tugged himself away and opened the door finally. you were out of sight now and no longer disturbing his being. he stepped over beer bottles and other miscellaneous items scattered across the floor as his friends welcomed him back with a loud uproar. he tried to enter back into the group and wipe his mind of that question you asked, but nothing worked. all he could think about was that cute pout on your lips while you begged him to fuck you. he just had zero shame huh, getting hard to the thought of you right in front of mingyu’s face.

so now jungkook had a problem. you were like an itch that he couldn’t scratch and it was now bleeding into his everyday activities. he couldn’t go anywhere he knew you’d be. which was with mingyu, in mingyu’s home, going to his and mingyu’s university. so now it was to where he was avoiding his own best friend. he couldn’t be in the same atmosphere with you right now. he didn’t know what would transpire if he was alone with you again, especially in that kitchen. that kitchen where he could bend you over that marble and show you how you were supposed to be pleasured. he couldn’t avoid you for long though, especially not when mingyu was blowing his phone up in the middle of his workout set.

he immediately dropped the weights, slamming them slightly to take the call. “what’s up?”

“you ignoring me kookie?” mingyu cooed through the speaker in a whine. “i miss you, who are you with? you’re fucking someone aren’t you? it’s serious?” mingyu went on and on like the possessive girlfriend he acted like.

it was actually the opposite. he was trying not to fuck someone.

“just studying for finals baby, you know i can’t get rid of you.” he played into it.

“better be,” he started again. “but hey… could you do me a favor and pick y/n up? she’s at some shitty frat party.” he started. by the sound of a girls laughter in the background, it was evident mingyu definitely could pick you up himself, if jihyo wasn’t with him. mingyu’s long term fuck buddy and borderline girlfriend. at least when they finally confessed their love for each other. is it really still friends with benefits if both of you haven’t been with anyone else in over a year, go on dates, and established that you’d kill the other if they did as much as look as another person? eh what did jungkook know though?

“and why can’t you?” mingyu could picture jungkook in his upset dad stance right now.

“because jihyo’s showing me something.” he murmured. jungkook wasn’t stupid. he heard her shuffle to her knees. “plus she’s uh– she’s closer to you, i checked her location.”

“yeah yeah i got her, can you just hang up, don’t wanna hear your ass getting head.” he joked while slipping his car keys into his sweats.

“whatever. anyways cod and beers soon? i miss you. pretty sure y/n does too.”

jungkook choked on his spit. “hell yeah, i’ll stay over for a bit after i grab her.”

the line went dead and jungkook mentally cursed himself for accepting this favor. now he had to last a whole car ride with you. jeon jungkook who fucked circles around girls couldn’t even trust himself to not cream his pants when sitting next to you. just perfect. when he pulled up in front of the party you were already standing outside and ready. your arms were wrapped around your body, occasionally pulling at your tiny dress when it would rise above your thighs. you could do nothing but smirk when you watched jungkook’s sleek car roll up on you. he rolled the window down, tipping his head back and gesturing you over to the car.

“well what a pleasant surprise.” you slurred. he leaned over and pulled the passenger side door open, watching you climb in. “where’s my brother? jihyo i’m guessing?” you loved jihyo personally. she was slowly integrated into your family more and more. not only was she good for your brother but fun to hang out with. at the end of the day your brother was a man, therefore he couldn’t tell that the woman wanted him in a way that wasn’t just being friends with benefits.

“where are you coming from?” he ignored your question. he scoffed even, looking you up and down and taking in the tiny dress you wore.

“a guy invited me to this party, he ended the night making out with some sorority bitch, i ended it at the drink table.” oh jungkook could tell.

“i keep telling you about these little boys y/n, they don’t know what to do with a woman.”

“okay… well it sounds like you do.”

“right.”

the alcohol was strong in your system, ready to start speaking for you. you made yourself comfortable, shifting your body towards him and giving him a look that was heightened by sin. he needed you to stop. to stop looking at him like that, fuck he needed you to stop looking like that. he could see you from the corner of his eye, batting your lashes, smiling drunkenly at him… at his strained cock. “so if i wasn’t mingyu’s sister? would you then?” your velvety voice asked. it was obvious you didn’t care, you never considered mingyu for a minute. you weren’t the one that would be in trouble here, you didn’t have anything to care about. there was something disgustingly hot about it. it was wrong and fucked up.

“would i do what?” he was just as wrong for making you tell him how you wanted him to take you. “got this dirty mouth all of a sudden so let me hear you say it.”

“you know… how you fuck all of those other girls.” you shrugged. “sloppy and raw, skin to skin and stuff.” your words went straight to his cock, hard and aching for a girl he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about like that. who the fuck told you this? who taught you this? you weren’t supposed to be coming to him with vulgar language, he was supposed to be filling you with it. someone had gotten to you first all because jungkook cared about hurting his best friend. and that was your example? sloppy and raw was nothing compared to how he’d fuck you.

“you know why we can’t do this?”

“i know why i just don’t care. my brother this, my brother that.” that mouth that you had on you? you were asking for it weren’t you? he’d been letting you off the hook too much recently. if you kept going at him like this he wouldn’t give a fuck about mingyu anymore, he’d show you exactly what he did to brats that think they’re high and mighty.

“right smart ass, but wrong.” he pulled up at a red light, the color bouncing off of both of you and painting your skin a lustful red. he turned to see you were already staring, at his lips, back to his eyes, then his prominent dick print that you just couldn’t pry your eyes from. “eyes up here.” he lifted your chin up with his finger, his finger that turned into the entirety of his hand being wrapped around your throat. “i know you won’t tell. but i respect your brother, i respect your family. get over this little crush that you have.”

get over him? get over him when he was touching you like this? you were melting, this felt surreal. this was surreal. it wasn’t a lot, just a hand around your throat but holy fuck his hand was around your fucking throat. the man you’ve been wet dreaming about for years. the man who derails your train of thought entirely when he’s around, the man who’s making your pussy drip on his seats and he fucking knows it. “jungkook..” you whimpered and pleaded. your body began grinding against his leather seats on its own. what a pathetic little slut, he didn’t even have to touch your achy parts to get you going. “i know you respect them, but i want you to disrespect me.”

“fuck.” his hand dropped when the light changed to green, speeding down the road to get you home. it took everything in him not to rip that thin excuse of a dress off and slap you around on his cock before then. “you need help right? let’s make that pussy cum.” his words moved without his thoughts. you nodded with need. this was it, this was finally it. he was going to touch you, take away all this built up ache from your needy cunt. he was going to wear you out and claim you as his. at least you thought. he smirked when he saw your expression. you looked at jungkook as if he built the pyramids, with so much wonder and hope.

“please koo, need it… n-need you.”

“i know pretty girl, i know.” he cooed. “can’t touch you, but you can.” he never said he couldn’t help you verbally. “go ahead, spread those legs and get started. want that nut before you get home?”

despite your disappointment you did as you were told immediately, sinking into the passenger seat and getting started on the place where all that liquor went anyways, your puffy clit. you rubbed through your underwear, head thrown back, toes curling and heels kicked off. all while jungkook kept his eyes on the road. he wanted to break that barrier, he wanted to plunge his fingers in that tight pussy but he knew once he touched you he’d need more. he’d need too much.

“pull ‘em to the side, no need to be shy. you know me.” his voice was like honey, dripping down your throat in corruptive goodness. it was so simple but so lewd, nothing like you’d ever done before. your sexual experiences were fairly vanilla, you weren’t used to the kinkier, more nasty side of sex. “do i have to do it for you?” he knew he shouldn’t overstep, but he needed to help you in another type of way. it was amusing to see how your body reacted when all he did was hook his fingers on your cute undies and pull them to the side. the cool air hit your clit, strings of slick stretching from your pussy and making your panties glisten.

“oh fuck-“ you whimpered. your legs were spread the farthest they could go. your knees were resting on your shoulders with your gooey pussy all warm and exposed for the man driving. jungkook had his left hand on the steering wheel, the right hand holding your soaked panties to the side. his knuckles brushed over your wetness and you jerked. “oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck– mhmmmm fuck…” you moaned, so pretty for him. you smacked your pussy around, a few harsh slaps coming in contact with the wetness and making a nice big mess.

“sloppy pussy, who knew lil gyu had such a sloppy little pussy?” you rolled your eyes at the nickname, the one you earned just for being related to mingyu. “fuck your fingers for me. let me see how deep you can go.” your fingers slipped in and instantly your hole puckered around them. your legs shook and that’s when jungkook knew he couldn’t take this any longer. he had to see his baby cum for him, not focus on a fucking road right now. he turned on his hazards and pulled over, parking and diverting his being all to you.

“wanna cum koo, wan’ your help…” your voice phased out and became muffled over the sound of your fingers moving faster inside of your cunt. the car filled with the pretty melody of your creamy pussy, gripping all on your fingers while you looked drunkenly at the cause for your sopping cunt. him.“touch me koo, we’re so far gone can you just– please…” this is what didn’t feel right. watching you play in your pussy without him. looking wasn’t hurting, so maybe a touch or two would be fine? if it was with his mouth it shouldn’t be too wrong. mingyu wasn’t even here for christ sake. you weren’t anything more than an incoherent mess of moans and wetness now. you needed him. jungkook promised mingyu he’d always be there for you. yeah, gyu would understand.

“your brother is going to fucking kill me.”

all you did was give him that brain dead giggle. god he really was screwed.

so jungkook decided to overstep one last time. after all a pussy kiss wouldn’t hurt, neither would a thumb on your wet, puffy clit. it was your little secret. something you could both be fucking killed for, but you had been so so good for him. so understanding and patient. “take those fingers out for me,” you obeyed, eyes widening when jungkook took your fingers into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around your digits and sucking yourself off. “juust like that baby, look at all that slick, all for me? all for your brothers best friend? tasting so fucking perfect.” he finished up, leaving your fingers clean. he was going to have so much fun with you.

jungkook leaned his body over the console, ducking down to face your pussy and diving in without wasting a second. your back arched off the seat and you clawed around for anything you could hold. he was so fucking ruthless. your mouth hung open, trying to process how good he was eating you. you deserved the pair of lips that were wrapped around your clit right now. suddenly a string of thank you’s were spilling from your mouth. for picking you up, for putting up with your mouth, for breaking his personal rules for himself and eating your pussy out, and for making you spill into his mouth after a few more licks, grinds to his tongue, and tugs to his hair.

you panted while he kept lapping at your pussy, making sure to clean up the mess he caused. you watched him with stars in your eyes, stroking his tossed hair and rubbing at his strong shoulders.

“why can’t i just tell you no.” he whispered against your clit, giving it another kiss before sealing you back up. “let’s get you home. bet you had a really long night of fucking with dudes that can’t make you cum.” there he was. arrogant as ever.

“you sound jealous.” you pulled your dress back down and over your thighs. jungkook watched for traffic before pulling back onto the road.

“jealous? that orgasm got you feeling gassed up now huh?”

“an orgasm i could have given myself, thank you.”

“an orgasm you begged me for.”

“when will you stop running your pussy munchers and just fuck me?” you pouted at him mockingly. the respect he had left you for was dwindling. he was probably going to take you up on that disrespect part. while he did get too close tonight, it still wouldn’t be that easy for him to betray his best friend. no matter how taunting you were, he wasn’t going to fuck you. as much as his dick was aching for you, it wasn’t happening, not yet. he pulled up outside of your house and walked you up to the door. he walked several feet behind with his hands stuffed in his pockets. if you were to ever get caught for this he would be the one making it too obvious.

once you pushed the door open both of you tip toed through the living room and into the kitchen. you flicked on the light and came face to face with a startled mingyu who was standing by the microwave, the light bouncing off of his face.“ kookie!” mingyu sprung up from his spot and engulfed his best friend in a hug. he was just slightly taller, so mingyu did suffocate him a bit. “missed your lil cute ass, jihyo’s upstairs too if you wanna say hi.”

“your sister is here too by the way.” you rolled your eyes and went for the stairs. you were ready to just hit your bed right now.

“oh yeah the one that i’ve seen every waking second of my life? and don’t pull anything like that again.” of course you couldn’t get away without getting scolded. “you’re lucky jungkook was able to grab you, you love going out on nights i make plans.”

“yeah sure, whatever. but thanks koo, for giving me a ride and all.” you said, underlying your words with a thanks to something else.

“anytime, you know i’ll always give you anything, when you need it.” in front of mingyu too? where did this bold side of him come from? you both locked eyes briefly, mingyu was busy pulling his food from the microwave. you looked away, dissolving the tension between you two and saving it for another time. meanwhile jungkook had been watching you walk up the stairs in that skimpy dress that wouldn’t stop rolling up your ass. your hand did little to cover it, very purposely at that. he only took his eyes away when you disappeared into your room with a slam of your door.

“thanks for getting her seriously,” mingyu shook jungkook from his trance. he held out two beers that he must have opened during jungkook’s staring contest with your pussy. “i’m just starting to hate when she goes out without us you know? this campus is getting too dangerous. i’m glad we live with our parents at least.” mingyu explained.

“i feel the same way, these guys are getting fucking weird.” jungkook sighed, taking a swig of the bottle.

“that, and the fact that jaehyun has been talking to her more, like around the house and shit when he’s here. it’s weird, he knows i hate that.” jaehyun was one of many in their friend group. but how every group had sub units to break off from it, jaehyun, jungkook, and mingyu had formed into their own little trio. it was weird, how he was all of a sudden asking shit like your favorite foods and movies. jungkook thought so too. you didn’t know him like that. they didn’t know why he was trying to get to know you like that.

mingyu made sure that you knew none of their friends, with exception of jungkook. he knew jungkook would never betray him in that sense. he listened to mingyu ramble on about how dead jaehyun was if he touched you, how he’d better pray for his life to be spared if he did as much as think about you.

“i don’t think jaehyun is that dumb. can’t be.” jungkook said sternly, yet with undertones of guilt.

“better not be. god i’d fucking kill him. anyone who tries to touch her i’ll– ugh, fuckin’ swear.”

he and jungkook raised their bottles at the same time, both taking long sips before resting them on the counters again.

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the striped bathrobe II a.putellas

i have not written anything in a hot minute so please be kind <3 the striped bathrobe II a.putellas

"-no no i should be home over the next break in november, i'm not up for selection this time. i just need to book flights back home and clear it with the club to take a few days to myself among training." you tucked your phone between your ear and shoulder, fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist to try and get the clasp open.

"yes, by my own choice mum. because i just want a break and they've already cleared it, sarina is a very patient and sane woman." you chuckled, squealing as a hand wrapped around your free wrist, tugging you out of the hallway and into one of the storage rooms.

"mum? i have to go, yeah yeah i'll let you know i love you too bye!" you rushed out practically all in one breath and hung up right as lips pressed to yours, just managing to grab your phone before it fell and hit the floor.

"well hi." you laughed into the kiss, strong hands pressed flat against the small of your back as she drew your body impossibly close into her own. "hola." the taller girl smiled, pecking your lips a few more times.

"kissing in a storage room? capitana..." you tutted with a frown and a sarcastic shake of your head, the catalan woman chuckling and flicking your ear playfully. "i missed you." she professed softly and you melted both at the admission and the lightly accented english.

"i saw you last night ale." you teased, thumb tracing the curvature of her jaw with a smile. "sí, too long." alexia hummed, pulling you in for another kiss and swallowing the joking remark on the tip of your tongue as her own snaked its way into your mouth.

"okay enough! don't you have a big important meeting to get to? that is why you rushed away this morning." you pulled away with a chuckle as you felt her hands start to move down a little lower on your body, grabbing them and moving them to rest on your hips instead.

alexia only sighed dramatically, head falling to your shoulder as her taller form slumped into yours and you snuck a hand up the back of her shirt, nails gently scratching at her back.

but you were right, she had a meeting and as much as she'd love nothing more than to kiss you forever alexia had professional responsibilities to attend to.

though she'd be lying if she didn't admit her priorities were a little...askew lately.

"i wish i could kiss you all the time amor." your girlfriend confessed quietly, voice a little muffled against your neck as you smiled. "i know, i'm just not there yet." you whispered apologetically, your shared relationship a complete secret much to the blondes poorly hidden distaste.

it wasn't that she wanted things between you both directly in the public eye, alexia valued her own privacy very much despite how seldom she was given it, but not even being able to talk about you to her family or closest most trusted friends, wasn't the easiest.

but as always, your girlfriend assured you it was fine and you kissed her again to shut up the apology you knew was coming for her comment, drowning her in assurances of your own that you knew she wasn't pressuring you in the slightest.

even if you knew deep down there was likely a part of her that wished things were different.

it wasn't that you were ashamed, anything but.

it was more you knew the girl tucking her nose into your neck had quite the social profile, known not just to barcelona but the greater world as one of the best there was, infamous la reina.

you weren't exactly unknown, having wracked up quite a few caps both for england and for arsenal before you'd made the move away from the uk and landed in spain.

but you'd also seen yourself be ripped to shreds enough on social media after an own goal in the last world cup and the big move team to team to have deleted most of your social media bar your instagram, which these days was near exclusively ran by your agency team.

but occasionally the insecurity and curiosity decided to hold hands and pull you along, which would lead you down rather toxic rabbit holes of searching your own name and consuming yourself in whatever sorts of headlines and articles that popped up in response.

that was sometimes how alexia found you when you'd made an excuse you needed to use the bathroom at her apartment and disappeared for just a little too long for that to be true, seen to be instead sat on the edge of the bathtub doom scrolling with a frown etched into your normally relaxed features.

your phone would be snatched from your hand, protests dying in your throat as your gaze locked with the pools of hazel that glanced down with a tenderness and an understanding you never really thought you deserved from her.

shortly after both of your phones would then sit dormant on her counter as she'd tell you firmly not to listen to anyone that didn’t truly know you and that what other people thought of you wasn’t your business anyway. 

then your hand in hers she’d pull you back to the sofa, drowning you in validation, skin ablaze with her touch on yours, loving and soft yet still so filled with passion you'd never found in any other lover before alexia.

you didn't think you really knew what it was like to be treasured before you met alexia. the girl treated you like a precious jewel, hanging off your every word and looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

and for her? you'd do it without a moments hesitation.

to play for barcelona was one of your biggest achievements and you were incredibly proud, however it came at a cost of being put under a microscope, and you couldn't even imagine what might come up if people found out you and alexia were seeing one another.

to your girlfriends credit she'd never put pressure on making anything with the pair of you public, you'd been seeing one another for a little over a month now and you knew she was eager for you to meet her family with how much they meant to her, and you'd been working yourself up to that.

which is how it had come to dinner tonight, both alexias sister and mother going to be in attendance and your stomach had been in knots for days now leading up to it, but you knew this was important and with alexia in your corner you knew you'd be okay.

but it didn't stop the doubts creeping in that you wouldn't be good enough to gain their approval, that once they found out you were wanting to keep your relationship with alexia private they'd be in her ear about it, maybe helping her to realise for good that she deserved better than to be kept in the dark.

"mi amor." you came back to with a hum as a calloused hand stroked your cheek, instantly de-tensing as you met her concerned gaze, a quick smile flashed her way to try and assure you weren't just free falling in your own head.

"you will come over for dinner tonight. sí?" your girlfriend asked with a curious look, a quick glance down to her watch showing she only had a few short moments to get to her meeting.

“yes. dinner and a sleep over!" you agreed with a grin causing your girlfriend to let out a puff of amusement. "i like the sleep overs." the blonde hummed, pulling your body back into hers and wasting no time enveloping your lips with her own.

"i like the mornings after too, like this morning..." alexias teeth grazed at your ear making you laugh quietly, the two of you having woken before your alarms and 'fooled around' before being interrupted by the realities of your schedules.

"mm this morning, you left me hanging." you clicked your tongue at her with a playful glare, repeating the phrase back to her in spanish as her eyes lit up. "alexia! that was not a green light to get in my pants in a closet." you smacked away her wandering hands and grabbed her neck, shutting up her protests that was not what she was doing with your mouth pressed to hers.

the two of you sharing a few more sweet kisses before forcing yourselves apart, alexia letting slip that both her sister and mother were quite eager to meet you.

"i am too amor, i promise." you melted into one anothers touch again, arms wrapped around each other, one last hug before you practically had to force yourselves out of one anothers hold.

"alexia!" you whispered as you opened the door and peeked out, the first to step out from the storage room, a small smack sounding as her hand made contact with your ass, a toothy grin all you got in response as you bit your lip to hide your smile and hurried off to the physio.

~

alexia tapped her knee anxiously as for the fifth time in a minute she tapped her phone screen, but no notification from you popped up. after training had finished you’d promised to let her know once you were ready this evening, alexia offering to drive so you could arrive and leave together to quell some of your nerves about meeting her family.

but you’d agreed to leave no later than five and it was now nearing five twenty and alexia was yet to hear a peep from you. of course she’d sent messages of her own, called a few times, even checked your location which sure enough showed you to be at your apartment.

maybe you were asleep? you did have quite the admirable skill of being able to take a nap just about anywhere, having dozed off on many of your teammates shoulders on bus or plane trips between games much to the their amusement and ongoing teasing.

she would just go to your apartment and check on you, at least then if you were asleep she could get you up and ready, already having sent her mami a message advising you were both running a little late to which she assured there wasn’t any rush.

though right as the midfielder grabbed her car keys from the counter her phone chimed in her pocket, alexia unable to pull it out fast enough as sure enough this time it was finally a notification from you.

but as she read the words on the screen, her smile dimmed and her lips slowly turned downward into a frown, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as she read the message over a few times to make sure she hadn’t missed anything.

unfortunately though the words she was processing weren’t an explanation for your absence, well i suppose they were, though certainly not the one alexia was expecting.

you weren’t sleeping, or busy getting ready, you hadn’t lost track of time, in fact alexia allowed herself to wonder for a moment if you’d just waited up until the very last minute so she couldn’t do much about it. 

but the second those thoughts broke loose from the cage of her mind alexia scolded herself for them, assuring you weren’t like that and she shouldn’t think of you as such.

you’d let her know you were unwell and had come down with a stomach bug of sorts, apologising profusely but explaining you weren’t feeling up to dinner, and that you didn’t wish for your first time meeting her family to be under these circumstances.

on one hand your girlfriend could understand that, you’d been nervous enough about making a good impression let alone that impression being you running to the bathroom every few minutes as you’d so eloquently worded it in the message you’d sent her.

but on the other hand there were doubts that crept in, tiny little snake like feelings that slithered and hissed and wedged themselves into the miniscule gaps of the parts of alexias brain where logic ruled over worry.

little snakes that had her wondering if maybe your nerves had gotten the better of you and this was simply a thinly veiled excuse to get out of something that pushed you beyond your comfort zone, that zone being someone else knowing about the two of you being in a relationship and having to come at that head on.

of course when alexia had organised dinner she’d needed to tell her mother and sister who it was she was bringing, and you were hardly a stranger considering they were at almost every single match, so to some degree this was a tiny step forward you having been okay with that.

but now those horrid little snakes had alexia wondering if you were having doubts of your own, and if your doubts had caused you to retract within yourself and make the excuse to get out of having to confront this face on.

now as much as alexia was a logical person, or so she liked to think so, she was still a human being. so as she sat in the drivers seat of her car, fingers tapping anxiously against the wheel and your message, unanswered but read, sat open on her knee, the blonde was struggling to not let doubt overrule her logic.

you wouldn’t lie to her, you wouldn’t, you couldn’t, you just weren’t that sort of girl.

so with a grunt and a shake of her head alexia quickly messaged you back asking if you needed anything and offering to stop by after dinner, slid her keys in the ignition and her phone into her bag and flicked the radio on much louder than normal to try and drown out those awful little snakes of doubt.

~

alexia enjoyed her evening as much as she could, she could sense alba didn’t quite buy into your sudden illness as much but she was grateful her sister didn’t pick too much at it, though she supposed given the small but hardly secretive chat her mother and sister had not long after she arrived alone and explained the situation, might have something to do with it.

you’d messaged back a little while into dinner assuring you didn’t want alexia getting sick and that you’d ran down the street to the chemist to get what you needed, but again that you were sorry and promising to make it up to her and reschedule.

though when alexia had later asked if the weekend after the game worked, those little snakes had crept back in when you didn’t reply, but the logic overruled this time, assuring that you were unwell and likely had fallen asleep earlier than normal, and that she would see you at training anyway.

only alexia was still yet to hear back from you as she brushed her teeth and glared at her phone on the counter as if trying to mentally will a message from you come in, her messages from last night and this morning all unread and unanswered as you’d seemingly disappeared.

alexia would like to say she wasn’t surprised not to see you at training given you were unwell, but what did catch her off guard was that you must have called ahead this morning to let them know that since nobody seemed surprised you hadn’t arrived, and yet hadn’t managed to find a second to at least let her know you were okay.

so with that hanging above her head all session alexia threw herself into training, ignoring everyones attempts at conversations, only grunting or humming as needed as her teammates and friends seemed to catch on she wasn’t in a talkative mood and for the most part left her be.

but sensing that might not continue once training was actually over alexia was fast to grab her belongings and zoom out of the change rooms before anyone else had even really come off the pitch yet, deciding to shower at home and when your phone appeared switched off as she called it asl she made on her way to her car, that she’d stop in to see you on the way home just to make sure everything was fine.

you weren’t ignoring her, you weren’t, you were obviously still very unwell and as your girlfriend alexia wanted to let you know she was there for you. you’d always struggled to ask for help and feel like you deserved it when something was bothering you, you’d been very open about that with the blonde.

but with alexia from the moment the two of you had drifted into ‘more than friends’ territory you’d always gone above and beyond to communicate clearly with her how you were thinking and feeling.

you also had always made moves to validate and assure alexia that wanting to keep your relationship strictly between the two of you wasn’t anything to do with her, and despite the fact it was private you were an attentive, kind and passionate partner.

so for this wall of silence to suddenly spring up and coincide with the first time that things weren’t so private and weren’t so secret, all these little doubts and worries and nerves alexia had buried deep down, were pushing to break though, and it was beginning to feel downright suffocating.

but alexia knew seeing you would lift all that, that without you even having to do anything else but smile at her, all of those little snakes would be washed away and she could relax and silence all these nasty feelings trying to consume her an eat away at her usual logic.

when you didn’t answer alexias knock at your door the midfielder tried calling you again but your phone still seemed to be off which had her feeling a little uneasy. especially considering how much alexia teased you for your insistence that the pair of you couldn’t leave to go somewhere unless it was charged to 100%.

so with that unease alexia called out through the door that she was coming in and fumbled around in her bag for the spare key you’d given her just a couple of weeks ago so she could come and go as she pleased.

at first alexia was thrilled and of course did the same, though one night when she was laying in bed and you were asleep curled up next to her she did indulge a little into the darker corners of her mind that screamed the key was just a smokescreen.

a small pretty token to cover up the fact that you didn’t want anyone to know about the two of you, a dirty little secret where the sweet words and lingering kisses shared were hidden away from the outside world, something for just the pair of you to savour.

but as you’d stirred next to her and rolled a little closer, warm limbs wrapping around her like a python and pressing a lazy half asleep kiss to the underside of her jaw as you tucked into the familiar safety of your girlfriends hold, all of those nasty little thoughts melted away and her mind fell silent once more.

alexia of course never shared these murkier innermost thoughts with you, of course if she had you’d had gone above and beyond to quell her doubts, over explaining again that you wanted things between you kept private not from a place of shame or for a lack of adoration for the blonde.

but alexia just kept them all to herself, bottled up and festering, refusing to acknowledge that she was letting them eat away at her sanity piece by piece, when her defences slipped and her guard was down.

because no matter what, she still had you, even if it was just to herself. 

really she should consider it luck that she didn’t have to share you with anyone, you were adored among the team and with your witty remarks and cheeky sense of humour had slotted in quite perfectly when you transferred to barcelona.

but still there was a side of you that nobody else but alexia got to see, that alexia got to kiss and touch and worship all for her own, and she needed to remind herself of that maybe a little too often.

none the less the girl found her key and slotted it into the lock, turning the handle with a click and stepping inside, softly closing it behind her and slipping off her shoes before she took another step further just as she knew you liked.

alexia immediately frowned at the state of your kitchen, sink piled with dishes and all sorts of half consumed snacks and protein bars scattered across the counter, none of which were things she’d ever seen stocked up in your cupboards before, both of you with the same nutritionist who prepped nearly most of your meals for the week.

alexia grimaced but quickly began to rinse the dishes out of habit, if you were this unwell to leave your house in such a state then surely you’d appreciate the helping hand of the dishwasher at least stacked and ready to go, this easily had to be most of the dishware you owned considering you lived alone.

and you did live alone, which is what made what happened next all the more bizarre as alexia crouched down to rearrange a few large plates in the bottom of the washer, a frustrated huff leaving her lips as they wouldn’t sit as she wanted, knocking into one another with a clatter that made her jump.

that clatter seemed to attract something, or well someone, else to the source of the new noise.

as alexia finally deemed the washer stacked suitably to her standards she popped back up, only a near blood curdling scream left her lips as she came face to face with a stranger stood across from her, hands curled around one of your football trophies from when you were much younger, that alexia knew lived with the rest of your memorabilia in your spare room.

“¿quién eres? ¿por qué estás aquí?” alexia snapped right out of her shock and into defense mode, grabbing the object nearest to her which happened to be an empty wine bottle and brandishing it over her head threatningly as the mans eyes widened.

“uh uh-shit what did you say?” the man stuttered back, knuckles white with the grip he had on the trophy which he held up as his own makeshift weapon. “¿quién eres? ¿Por qué estás en casa de mi novia?” alexia spat again, advancing around the counter as the mans eyes almost popped out of his head and he stumbled backwards.

“shit um no espoy? no thats not it. shit, uh, no spanish! english english!” he managed to get out, pointing to himself with a nod of his head as eyes eyes narrowed. “who are you? why are you in my girlfriends home?” alexia gave in and spoke a little slower, this time in english which she sensed was the only way she would get to the bottom of this.

“girlfriend? she doesn’t have a girlfriend! who are you?” the man seemed to swell with a small boost of confidence, pointing at her with the trophy and narrowed eyes of his own as the adrenaline of the initial shock began to wear off and alexias mind started to spin.

and then thats when alexia noticed, how she hadn’t before she assumed was due to her fight or flight instinct kicking in, that this strange english man was wearing your bathrobe. alexia would recognise the bright pink and yellow stripes just about anywhere, you’d practically begged her to let you get the pair of you matching ones but alexia had refused.

so why was this stranger, in your home, in your bathrobe, and as alexia looked him up and down, wearing your lucky socks, and judging by the way he was strutting about, seemingly quite comfortable to do all of the above.

but before either alexia or the intruder could say another word, there was the sound of a door opening and footsteps coming down the hall, and then you appeared. you were wearing an old faded england hoodie which was two sizes too large and looked more like a dress, hair disheveled and sleep crusting at the corner of your eyes.

“what the hell is going on?” you yawned, seemingly quite unfazed by this weird man wearing your robe and your girlfriend stood toe to toe with him, rubbing your eyes and trying to wake yourself up a little, squinting as alexia slowly lowered the wine bottle.

this weird man wearing your clothes, stood comfortably in your home, the morning after you’d cancelled dinner with her family at the last minute. you wanting to keep the relationship as one big secret, never even posting anything that would so much as hint you were with someone, alexia knowing next to nothing about your own family and your friends bar what you told her.

this man, the bathrobe, the secret relationship. 

“you are cheating on me. with him.” alexia managed out as the wine bottle was placed back on the counter with a sudden clink that seemed to shock you awake as your once half lidded eyes bolted open.

“alexia. no no please let me-” you started toward her, shoving the man out of the way who looked on with a frown as alexia suddenly felt the room start to spin, a hand coming to rest on her stomach which churned uncomfortably at the reality of the situation.

the room seemed to get smaller and smaller as alexia watched your mouth move furiously but it was as if someone had put you on mute, no sound to be heard as the blondes skin itched uncomfortably and she had a sudden urge to peel it all off of herself like wrapping paper.

“no. no no, no.” was all alexia could manage out, holding up a hand and taking a few more steps back as you continued to try and step closer to her, stopping in your tracks and face falling at the hurt so clearly plastered on the taller girls face.

“ale. please mi amor-” you begged, but before you could even get another word out, the front door was slamming and she was gone.

alexia let out small choking gasps as she stumbled and sprinted her way out of your building, almost tripping down the stairs in her haste to put as much distance between you and her and that horrible awful ugly man you’d apparently chosen over her.

not in a million years or for all the money in the world did alexia ever think you were capable of making her feel this way. rejected, disgusted, angry, hurt, insecure, hollow, the emotions came in hard and fast and drowned her, pulling her down deeper and deeper while she kicked and fought to get a breath in.

finally at her car alexia had a sudden realisation when her hand slipped into her pocket, only touching the soft material inside as she’d left both her keys and phone on the counter of your apartment after she’d let herself in. 

cursing in spanish and kicking the wheel of her car alexia spat and swore and paced back and forth for a moment, desperately trying to figure a way out of this which didn’t involve going back inside.

only it seemed that problem was due to fix itself without her even having a single say in the matter.

“uh, excuse me? um…hola.”

alexia squeezed her eyes shut at the voice behind her, willing it to be just a figment of her imagination as the gravel and dry leaves crunched beneath his footsteps, and since he was not a hallucination alexia had no choice but to spin around with a steely glare.

it did the trick as the man, still clad in your ridiculously bright pink bathrobe, halted in his tracks and froze.

“you uh, you left these inside.” he held up alexias keys and phone, only he took a step back as alexia advanced to snatch them off him. “please. can you just let me explain before you take off? all of this is my fault, not hers.” the man moved his arm backwards as alexia scoffed.

“no no no oh my god please don’t hit me!” the man cowered as alexia lunged, tucking into himself and holding her keys and phone to his chest. “eres patético.” alexia spat, turning on heel and starting off down the street, she’d figure this all out later, for now she just needed to get as far away as possible.

“no please! please don’t run off before i explain everything.” the man begged behind her, starting to follow as alexia glanced over her shoulder and saw him hurrying after her, quickening her pace and readying to run if need be as he almost tripped over himself.

“i’m her brother! i’m not her boyfriend i’m her brother!” 

at that alexia suddenly stopped, the man exhaling a sigh of relief as he slowed to a jog, still keeping a healthy amount of distance between them as he caught his breath and gave an awkward smile to a couple who passed, snickering with amusement at his outfit choice.

“harry. my name is harry. i’m her brother and i’d rather gouge my eyes out with these than ever have anyone think i’m her boyfriend!” the man grimaced with disgust, jingling alexias keys as the footballer crossed her arms over her chest, eyes still narrowed with distrust.

“look i can prove it. see? same last name.” the man grabbed his wallet from somewhere on his person, hand slipping in and out of the robe as he fingered through the cards, pulling out an english drivers license.

hesitating for a moment he bent over and tossed it toward alexia, still not feeling safe enough to take any steps closer as the blonde paused for a moment before bending down to pick it up, inspecting the writing which sure enough did have the last name as yours.

“she got the brains and the uh sporting skills. i’m the good looking one, obviously!” the man smiled nervously clearly attempting to break the thick tension as alexia only hummed curtly, giving the card another look over before throwing it back toward him. 

“i did not know she had a brother.” alexia spoke quietly but bluntly. “i did not know she had a girlfriend here.” harry retorted with a small shrug of his shoulders.

you’d mentioned siblings briefly but your personal life wasn’t something you brought up much and alexia respected that for the most part, not even a whiff of your family to be found on your social media accounts which were strictly professional.

“all of this is my fault. i’ll give you back your keys and your phone, and if you want to leave you can, but please at least give me five minutes to explain all of this. if i go back in there, she might just stab me, she had the knife out ready and everything!” the man exhaled shakily with a shake of his head and alexia fought the temptation to crack a small smile at the mental image that brought on,

“five minutes.” was all alexia agreed to, even if it was just for the sake of getting some answers to try and quell the bitter fist which punched sporadically at her stomach every few seconds as the thought of you cheating was rooted firmly in her mind.

harry attempted conversation as alexia slowly followed him back toward your building but given the withering side eye it earned him to speak he fell silent as the pair of them walked in silence, her phone and keys safely returned and in her pocket, promising a quick getaway if needed.

two short knocks and the door was flung open, alexia quickly stepping back as you appeared and she watched your face fall but a small flicker of understanding spark in your eyes as you moved aside to let them in.

“this is all your fault you stupid little dickhead!” you hissed at your brother, smacking him repeatedly as he shrieked and cowered behind his hands, alexia watching on with an odd frown before the three of you took a seat in the living room, harry quick to stand up as alexia made sure to sit in the armchair closest to the exit.

you wanted to get on your knees and beg alexias forgiveness but really all of this had one person to blame, and he was stood awkwardly clad in your bathrobe which you made a mental note to burn as soon as this was all cleared up.

“explain yourself, now!” you ordered with a fierce glare alexia had only seen a few times after your teammates had been wrongly fouled, hardly an angry or tense person off the pitch you were quite the opposite, known to be the one to lift spirits in the locker room or on the sidelines.

“uh, can you translate?” harry asked dumbly as you smacked your forehead with your palm. “she speaks english harry!” you groaned, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as your brother cleared his throat with a nod.

“uh well as i explained, i’m her brother, not her boyfriend-yuck!” the man pulled a face as you fixed him with another glare and he straightened up with an awkward cough. “right. well, basically all of this hugs misunderstanding is my fault. you see this all started when my girlfriend emily broke up with me last week, we-” you exhaled shakily and squeezed your eyes closed, counting to three.

“right! thats it, you had your chance, sit down and shut up.” you ordered pointing to the corner of the lounge as the man scowled and grumbled but did so none the less, alexia growing impatient now which you could sense as you turned your body to face her.

“ale, amor i know how this looks but i would never ever cheat on you. not in a million years-” “its true, our dad cheated on our mum like twenty five times and-” “harry!” “sorry, shutting up.”

“harry called me after i got home from training yesterday and told me he was ‘surprising me with a visit’. but what he didn’t say that he was already here, at the airport, waiting to be picked up, without any plan of how to get to my apartment, and without speaking a word of spanish.” you growled shooting daggers to your brother who sagged in his chair with a huff.

“so then i had to go and pick him up from the airport and get him food and quite frankly i don’t trust him here alone not to burn down my apartment-” you paused to shoot him another sharp look as his eyes rolled but he knew better than to argue.

“so then i had to cancel dinner last minute and i didn’t know how to explain what happened and i was panicking, but then i felt so awful lying to you about being sick that i avoided talking to you for most of the night.” you admitted with a troubled sigh, dragging a hand down your face with a shake of your head.

“so then i was going to come over and explain everything after training this morning but like i said i don’t trust harry here alone and i had to promise my mum not to let her precious baby die in spain so last night i sent a message i was unwell and wouldn’t be in this morning.” you managed out all in one breath, pausing before continuing.

“so i would have called you or messaged back but someone unplugged my phone last night and stole my charger because he didn’t bring one and my phone died. so my alarm didn’t go off and i slept in because someone kept me up until three in the morning drunkenly crying about his ex girlfriend of…three weeks!” you snarled pointedly.

“emily was very special to me, she could have been the one!” harry argued with another huff as you paused to take a deep inhale.”the one of what? june? july? you fall in love every two weeks harry you’re toxic!” you flung your arms about as the pair of you started to bicker and alexia cleared her throat, sending you both to silence.

“anyway. so i know this is all a lot and probably slightly unbelievable but this is why i hadn’t told you much about my family, they are a lot.” you finished quietly, hands rubbing against your knees as you always did when you were uncomfortable.

“yeah its true we’re a bit fucked up. but you could have told me you had a girlfriend!” harry scoffed as your eyes narrowed in warning and he motioned to zip his lip and throw away the key. 

“i’m so incredibly sorry, really. i understand if you’re mad ale and i hate that i lied to you, but i would never cheat and i really do want to meet your family. i just…i didn’t expect this is how you’d meet part of mine.” you winced with a small smile.

“please don’t be mad at her, all of this is my fault. i’ll even let you hit me if you want? i’ll try not to squeal like a girl.” harry offered with a shrug as you sighed and buried your face in your hands but alexia cracked the smallest of smiles. “no thank you.” the girl declined with a quiet chuckle.

“but if you go out again in that…someone else may hit you.” alexia semi joked, nodding to the bright pink and yellow striped robe which your brother had still not taken off. “i’m burning that.” you stated bluntly as harry hurried off to change, yelling out that he saw why you liked it as it really was comfortable.

“alexia really i am so so sor-” you stood and began to apologise again as the blonde rose from her own chair, shaking her head and holding up a hand to stop you. “i wish you had told me the truth, i would have understood, helped even.” your girlfriend started as you nodded.

“i know. but if you think harry is weird…he’s the most normal member of my family besides me. its embarrassing, lots of baggage.” you forced a smile as alexia frowned though this time it didn’t hold any sign of malice. “ven aquí.” the girl murmured opening her arms and you couldn’t have stumbled into them sooner.

your repeated apologies were met with assurances she wasn’t mad as you melted into her touch, kissing her cheek a few times in appreciation. “you missed.” the girl retorted with a grin, tapping her lips and making you laugh, the line one you often used on her near daily.

you wasted no time pressing your lips to hers, hand cupping the back of her neck as her own gripped your hips and you poured every inch of your feelings for her into the kiss. “get a room!” the two of you broke quickly apart as your brother returned, pulling a face and opening your fridge.

“and before you go on with your usual feminist shit that is not homophobic, i would say the same thing if you were kissing a man!” harry snapped his fingers at you and buried his head back in the fridge as you exhaled, alexia hugging you from behind with a chuckle and a kiss to your cheek.

“cariño, how long did you say he was going to be here for?”