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luffythinker · 1 year

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Aoyama/Bakugo Anon back again to bring my fanfiction thingy that's not a fanfiction but kinda is ?

Previously on whatever this is

"We don't have to commit to anything but i would like to." Bakugo says between kisses and snuggles. "Give me a reason to want to be ready."

This is his way of saying kiss me on the mouth and Aoyama does. Bakugo balls his hands in Aoyama's shirt, it gets messed up cause his hands are sweaty but neither of them care.

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Bakugo feels fireworks go off when Aoyama kisses him, it's soft it's his first real kiss CAUSE IMMA BE REAl Deku is his first kiss but i want his first kiss to be special so im gonna say his first kiss was when he was a kid and Midoriya kissed him on the lips cause he said "That's what people do when they love eachother and i love you Kacchan" to which he just replied "Whatever Deku" THEY WERE KIDS IM SURE BOTH MOTHERS BRING THIS UP ALL THE TIME- its funny

Anyway Aoyama doesn't make it weirdly long or anything he pulls away first cause Bakugo is lost in the sauce. He didn't notice it but he was grabbing onto Aoyama's shirt his hands balled into the cotton fabric. He snaps out of it with a semi loud "HUH" like he does you know the way he does if you watch the dub.

"T-thats it? That's fucking it?"

"Hehe, was you expecting more darling?"

"I-... you..." Bakugo is red as a tomato searching for the words hes unable to find that linger in his mind and at the end of his tongue.

It's almost laughable how adorable Bakugo is here tonight. "I see this that was reason enough was it not?" The smile on his face makes Bakugo want to slap it off, but he rather enjoys how pretty it looks so he decides against the idea of smacking the pretty boy.

Pretty boy? Since when was a boy ever pretty to him? GAY AWAKENING - well in my honest to god opinion Kirishima is Bakugo's gay awakening, the way he reached his hand out to save him tell me he didn't have a gay panic when they started living in the dorms but he forced himself to get over it. - This one he's unable to force himself to get over it like a headcold that wont go away he's fallen like a star for the boy who wears glitter, the boy who probably wears a little make up, the boy who's so secretive about everything he does and somehow a open book in class A. His pretty boy Bakugo starts to like how that sounds the more he repeats it in his head.

His pretty boy twinkles.. His.

"Look here sparkles, starting from today forward i'm not gonna bullshit this feeling anymore." Aoyama looks confused at the face that was seconds ago very restful looking, now his eyebrows are furrowed and he's not using his inside voice anymore, it was cute. he kinda prefers/wants it back now.

Saying he likes him means admitting it first, Katsuki Bakugo never admits to anything first unless its about being the best, this fucker is going to admit his love for him first. "I'm gonna embrace it so you better do the same!" He's not leaning against him as much anymore cause he's trying to prove a point.

It's a test to see how long this will last before the sparking boy says it first.

"Don't hold back anything, if we're gonna do this we do this right got that?"

Aoyama is extremely confused as to what in god's green earth Bakugo is talking about but if he had to take a guess he thinks he means if they are going to be in a relationship he doesn't want them to fake it? Aoyama isn't really sure but he is sure he wants what just happened to happen again.

"Um, Oui, i think we should try."

"Glad we're on the same page." Bakugo gets up. "It's pass 8:30 going over 9:00 and we've got classes in the morning so go the fuck back to your room and go the fuck to sleep your keeping me awake Twinkles."

This is the harshest and kindess way he could get thrown out of someone like Bakugo's room and still have all his limbs. Someone from the bakusquad sees Aoyama leaving Bakugo's room with a dumb look on his face (we are in agreement Jirou is in the Bakusquad so maybe it's her lol)

On the bus for a hero field trip

Bakugo doesn't make any attempts to hold Aoyama's hand but when Aoyama also doesn't he gets a ping on his phone from a certain blasty astroid blond telling him if he wants to hold his hand he better damn well hurry up and do it.

"Don't think i didn't see you looking at me like a fucking gazelle trying to figure out if the water is safe to drink earlier..." He reads

afterwards another text is sent

"i don't bite ya know."

He doesn't have to see his face to know the emotion connected to this sentence. It's like a puppy begging to be pet. He's never felt so insulted and charmed at the same time. It's the weirdest feeling in the world. Bakugo is so cute the way he tries to get people to make the first move Aoyama almost feels bad about playing this game cause he could play it all day and never get tired.

Aoyama is feeling bold today so he text back.

"I feel like there are far nicer ways of asking me to hold your hand darling >;)" He debates on typing in a * to make a star but he just opts for using the star emoji instead.

He see's Bakugo steaming in a few seats in front of him by the other window looking at his phone before Aizawa tells them they have to get off.

This kind of talk earns Aoyama exactly what he wants, Bakugo in his face trying to argue the issue that he was trying to be nice. Or as he says it "Fucking nice." Bakugo is probably just surprised he has the balls to talk to him that way even if it is just over text.

(Idk i guess this hero trip took them to the woods like the training camp but without the training cause i dont know what im doing pretend with me)

"Bet you wouldn't say something smart like that to my face."

"Is that what your into mon chéri?"

Aoyama is smirking, Bakugo is blushing his pupils the size of rice and Aoyama is winning it is so much fun to mess with him.

Bakugo grabs him by his frilly white shirt and pushes him against a tree "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid," Bakugo growls his tongue sliding across his lower lip like something's delicious. apparently this is what Bakugo is into and Aoyama keeps being right about this boy and his cues.

"I would appreciate if you weren't rough with me." He dares to place the his hand upon the one's grabbing him. It isn't super rough or even Bakugo grade rough, he's holding back cause he knows where the strength level stands between the two of them.

"I'm quite delicate." He's able to loosen Bakugo's fingers, guide them to be somewhere else so he can maneuver his own hands, he places his thumb to Bakugo's chin slightly tilting his head up eyes locked on that mouth that never stops shouting.

"From here it looks like you who wants to kiss me again, was that your plan this whole time?" Asking for it was out of the question so he had to do all this just to get a kiss from a pretty boy in the forest.

"You are so silly darling, you don't have to do that." He shakes his head slowly. Bakugo is under his spell once again and loving it cause he worked his ass off to get right where he wants to be. "Just ask me," Aoyama presses his lips to Bakugo's in a quick kiss.

"I too do not bite." Another one but this one is a little longer.

"Unless you want me to.." He whispers and it makes Bakugo's ears flush, his hands sweat.

Sadly a ruffle in the forest catches them off guard but they are able to make themselves look alive. It's one of their classmates coming to find them cause they need Bakugo to help cook the food.

Bakugo returns to his regular yelling self getting angry about how these extra's can't do anything by themselves.

It's always so close but not enough Aoyama thinks.

Back at the dorms it's been like a week of forest training + camping out, it wasn't bad but Aoyama was missing his hair dryer and actual running water so he was glad to be home.

He finds himself thinking about Bakugo and how all of this wont last long due to him being the traitor and all. He has to make it last cause once he's done with everything there wont be anymore him and Bakugo spending any time together.

Aoyama falls asleep the moment Bakugo is about to come check on him, he peaks in his room to find him sleeping and closes the door quietly.

"Night sparkles." Bakugo thinks to himself behind the door.

They cook breakfast together tomorrow when everyone is asleep. Aoyama is standing beside Bakugo learning the in's and out's about the way Bakugo handles himself in the kitchen, he's very versatile with everything he cooks and with every utensils like some kind of expert chef.

"My my!" He ask leaning towards the other blond. "May i ask where or how you learned how to cook this way?"

Bakugo smirks because his skills are being acknowledged AKA his ego is being stroked.

"My Dad taught me."

"Oh really? Usually it's the mother who teaches, my mama taught me to cook for myself."

"My hag of a mom didn't teach me shit about cooking."

"Oh," Aoyama's features drop a little. "Did i bring up a sore subject?"

"Forget it, just help me with this."

Aoyama helps Bakugo finish up breakfast for everyone.

Later while cooking dinner together Aoyama cuts his finger and Bakugo yells at him.

"Shit Sparkles!" he hurries a paper towel to the bleeding finger.

"Im sorry."

"Be careful when you stick your hands in water full of plates and crap, there could be other shit in there you don't see like that knife." Holding it to his finger Bakugo yells over his shoulder. "WHOEVER PUT A KNIFE IN THE SINK WATER IM GOING TO K I LL YOU"

Aoyama feels blessed to have someone fuss over something as small as a cut like this. He also feels blessed when Bakugo's kissing back both boys in the angers desk chair. Aoyama is sitting in the chair while Bakugo is sitting turned towards him making quick work of his lips. He's become a better kisser to more they do this he expressed he how he didn't know where teeth even go in a kiss when they were studying together but the conversation took a turn and they had to finish up quckly so they could go to Bakugo's room.

Aoyama held Bakugo close, before the hand that was wrapped around his shoulders pushed against his chest.

"What is wrong darling?"

"I-i've had enough. We're done here." Bakugo sits back a little because he knows he's got him and he wont let him fall- This has been happening a lot lately, Bakugo starts to feel weird so he wants to stop, everytime this happens Aoyama never forces him or ask him why he just lets him go and they hang out a little until Aoyama is kicked out in a polite way.

They have been doing this for a while now, Bakugo has found himself doing things he probably shouldn't thinking about his pretty blond boy. Thinking about how that pretty blond boy would do it instead.

Is it normal to fantasize lewd things like this he wondered laying in his bed limbs stretched out.

Aoyama never gave himself the chance because he never planed on being around along enough to receive that kind of attention. It saddens him when one day Bakugo wants to go further than just kissing. He has to decline and say he's had enough the same way Bakugo does.

This confuses Bakugo but he lets it go because maybe they shouldn't be doing this to began with. This makes him think he's just acting like a horny teen with 0 control over his body. They still kiss they still hang out, they still cook nothing is missing from the relationship except a name.

"I think i asked you this before but are you dating Aoyama?" Kirishima ask Bakugo while he's helping him with his math.

"What about it?" he doesn't have to say yes for shitty hair to understand what the answer is.

"That's awesome!" he congratulates.

Kirishima keeps asking little questions everytime he can, like "Do you guys go on dates?"

"Do you get eachother gifts?"

The one question that sticks out to him the most is when he hears Mina talking to the other girls about something stupid and says. "If a guy didn't say he loved me i wouldn't date him. Who wants to date some they don't really love? At least have the balls to say it, GOD"

It gets him thinking.

Does he love Aoyama? Is this just a crush? will it go away? is it going away for Aoyama? he keeps pushing him away when things get intense like Bakugo used to do is he done using him now? Come to think of it he hasn't seen that glitter stain in a few days where the fuck is he anyway?

THE PLOT THICKENS Aoyama keeps reporting to AFO so he's missing alot

Sorry for taking so long to reply, I wanted to read and react properly!!

I'm going to do the reaction thingy cause I thought it was fun the last time let's go <33

LOVE BKDK BEING EACH OTHER'S FIRST KISS, tbh it just makes sense and I love the lil scenario you came up with, but yeah I will let Aoyama have the first REAL kiss

OH HE WAS EXPECTING MORE, LET'S NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES BAKUGO

GAY AWAKENINGKJDSJKD everybody shut up Bakugo is having his blue neighboord trilogy by troye sivan moment!! I could see Kirishima being it, but it's more like the crush you only realize you had when you look back into your life and realize you were gay since a long time ago

/his pretty boy/ oh I'm not strong enough for this

oh we going fast here, trust Bakugo to figure his shit out in minuteshksdksd it's soooo him to say "I'm liking you so you better fucking like me back too"

does Aoyama even understand what's going onkjdfjkd he's just going along with it! bkg is such a grandpa like okay we will go to sleep at 9pm

"TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT IF THE WATER IS SAFE TO DRINK" DFKJDFJKFDWHATTHEUFKCKKLJKLSD him asking for care without asking

Aoyama finding out Bakugo is into bratting in the funniest way possible

"You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid," BYEJSDLJSDLKJXLKXFLJXLJXLJDFJKKJDF I've read a line like this in a fic once, but it was from kpop BUT OMG THIS SCENE, THE TENSION, THE BUILT UP IM NOT DOING WELL. HE DOESN'T BITE UNLESS HE WANTS TO FUCKKFKFDKJDFKJ

NOT AN INTERRUPTION OH FFS

Love them cooking together, talking, and protective Bakugo (my favorite ao3 tag)

WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T DENY IT AOYAMA WHY WOULDNT YOU TAKE THIS CHANCE [but also I get, I really do, I think it would make it too real, would hurt bkg too much when he leaves, I get it but damn]

Oh the overthinking…. my poor Katsuki he doesn't deserve this, please please make them talk and figure things out :((

I really loved this one, lots of developments for both of them but the ending…. real life interfering in their romance bubble and I fear things will crash soon, there's always a fallout before it can be okay again right…

Really need to say this but I love your writing, when I tell you you had me laughing and screaming out loud in my bedroom im being so for real!!!! thank you for sharing your story with me, I'm looking forward to it <3

#bakugo x aoyama #bakuyama #bakugo katsuki #aoyama yuuga #bnha #bnha rare pair #fanfic #rei replies

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rebelcourtesan · 6 months

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Hey I just wanted to leave a comment to say how much I love your writing once again. Especially in the last 2 chapters of Chrysalis; there's just so much to love...

For starters although Rachel isnt as strong as Bridget or Liz shes not 100% weak either; meek yes but she does what she needs to survive like the rest of your protagonists in your other stories and she aint dumb, being smart enough not to follow Val's offer in Chapter1, keeping her mouth shut around him when necessary and not signing with him in the last chapters. And Im really curious to see where her story is headed as making a deal with the Vees in itself was a bad move (but lets be real they wouldn't leave her alone otherwise as they might have other tricks under their sleeve like intimidation or making it seem like its the only way out and Im terrified of what Velvette might do), signing with Vox was indeed a nicer move than signing with Val.

And it was great getting to know more about Brodie's psyque and view on things and you cant help kinda pity him in the sense he doesn't know any better as his parents were enablers for his bad behavior ever since he was young. And Im kinda hoping karma comes for him eventually and also afraid of the fire that's gonna be the next morning in the office when Rachel decides to quit, that is if Val doesn't send bodyguards to tell the news.

And again I love the variety of people you got in your stories; where you got nicer and less nice people as seen with Sinners like Saibon who's a decent guy around his co-stars and made sure Rachel got what she was owed when Marlo and Zack took advantage of her but at the same time he needs to worry about himself too which is why he wont risk his after life saving her ass; plus hes married so he needs to be a lil selfish in order to protect those he loves and Brodie who's a dickbag in more ways than one and im hoping his ass gets what's coming to him for treating everyone around them, specially Rachel, like shit due to his entitlement. And Hellborn like Tisha on the wrong side of people as she's very competitive for male's attention and will do scummy things to get it or bring those she sees as "rivals" (even if they're actually victims of harassment) down like we saw deleting Rachel's work and later on taking a picture of her and send it to the office mail with the intention of causing a ruckus and make her life harder out of jelaousy (although it makes me wonder how many know how the Vees actually operate or just view them as celebreties) but we also got Grix who reassures Rachel her boss is just being a dick and sends part of his money to his family on Wrath and Valerie who's on Rachel's side since the rumor began and defends her and gives her some survival tips as she cant stop what Rachel's going through thanks to Brodie and she's one if the few persons in the office that doesn't think less of her and is actually nice as evidenced by their talk in the bathroom. (Maybe she'll be the one to understand that if she's with Val its certainly not for good reasons, judging by her character)

As for the Vees, although the series shows them with a more humerous side They're still bad guys at the end of the day and I love how you managed to keep that in the story; Val being a creep, slightly stalking Rachel on her first 3 days in Hell, sending his bodyguards to get her despite her telling him no and the whole scene with him in V tower where he roofied her and licked her back like he did Charlie's arm in ep 4 and proceeded to have sex with her even if ahe was drugged thanks to the love potion which is why we dont hear her say no during it and her body is simply reacting to the pleasure intercourse brings but Val is more focused on his pleasure during it and doesn't care if he's a lil rough with her to the point she cries in pain. That and there's the fact he forced her to go to a place she was new to, wear a dress that made her uncomfortable and do a line with him and Ashley. And when she said no, he was almost about to tear her apart if it wasn't for Vox being there. Also I liked him messing with Brodie, feels very in character and reminded me of when he has goofy moments like that with him adding glitter to his gun in ep 2 and him pouting like a child wanting to do violent things to whoever offended him.

And Vox is once again the lesser of two evils but evil at the end of the day as he's the one that gets Rachel to sign by guilttripping her into thinking she's highly valuable to them. And I also love the detail that both have different mysoginist views, with Val thinking like Brodie Rachel should be thankfull they spent attention and time with her when in reality both forced her to do stuff like Brodie spanking her and harassing her and threatening to make it worse for her at work if she doesn't comply with his dehumanizing and embarrasing demands and Val gave her something spiked and banged her while high and later on pressures her into doing a line of coke whereas Vox has this Whore and Madonna complex dividing women into fuck girls or married girls and although not as cruel as Val he gives her a non consensual kiss and makes her say she belongs to him twice out of self pleasure.

I just love your writing and Im very excited where the story's gonna go and Ill wait patiently for the next update, bye and thank you for the hard work you always put in your writing. Take care.

Thanks!

With Brodie's background, I wanted to show how doting mothers can give their son's a bad first impression of women. Brodie grew up with a terrible attitude towards women because his mother never bothered to discipline or teach him respect. HIs father wasn't around to correct his behavior either so now we got Brodie as he is now.

Rachel is a vulnerable and realizes it which makes her smart and able to protect herself when she can.

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raincamp · 1 year

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7 - 26 - 23

my mind won't shut the fuck up

its been DAYS and the only thing I've been able to think about is therapy. and my therapeutic relationship and how much im fucking it up and my fear of being terminated.

i can't fucking lose her. im so dependent on her right now and even the thought of having to wait an extra few days for another session makes me feel like I can't breathe.

this is making me realize i CANNOT for the life of me handle other people setting boundaries. and coming to that realization is causing me so, so much guilt and shame. i know how important boundaries are, i know they keep relationships stable, i know their entire purpose is to ensure comfort and self respect and security.

but for some reason my dumb ass BPD brain thinks that it means they don't like me and that i did something wrong and if i make one wrong move they're going to leave before i even have a chance to apologize. and for some OTHER reason that i can't explain, that causes me to rage at them so that they DO actually leave me.

seems counterintuitive but i dont know im not a professional

i've been ruminating today, there's one incident that i keep fearing is going to play out. and there's several ways it could end and none of them are good, and i've been having to obsessively research DBT termination protocol just to reassure myself. and even then i keep telling myself that maybe she won't follow it and she'll just drop me and i'll have nowhere to go.

and its so funny, because despite all of this fear of abandonment, i am still being willful towards pursuing supplementary addiction treatment. i know how it's going to end, i know how she's going to respond, and i know that its going to hurt me either way. so why am i still feeling like this?

maybe its some way of taking back control of the situation and trying to get back at her for hurting me?

i keep imagining, thursday comes around, and she texts me asking if i've set up an intake appointment, and i say "no" because i haven't, and i don't want to, and maybe (if my hypothesis is correct) i want to show her how much its hurting me.

and then she responds "that's unfortunate, we're going to have to reschedule our appointment then as per the boundary we discussed. is Monday okay for you?" and ofc that triggers me so i respond "no, please don't do this to me. i can't deal with it. it hurts so much."

i expect she would then direct me to use a distress tolerance skill, and that ofc would piss me off and, idk, in this imaginative scenario, sending her a message telling her to Fuck Off would be SO satisfying.

especially considering how angry i am in this moment and have been this whole week.

its from this point forward that i have no idea how she would respond. i dont think she would be very validating, so any response i would get would be painful as fuck. maybe she just wouldn't respond. maybe she would tell me that she is disengaging and to text her when i've calmed myself down using whatever distress tolerance she suggested for me. maybe she would remind me why she set the boundary that she did.

my biggest fear is that she would decide that my reaction was inappropriate and decide to abandon me after our next session.

i'm hoping this doesn't happen, that i'm able to stop myself, especially since right now i have the insight to predict how i might react, how i want to react. but i can't know, when my emotions get too intense i lose all control of my actions, and any urges that i have come out full force.

its been 5 days since my last appointment and i miss her so much.

pathetic

- andrew

#actually bpd #im not mentally stable #bpd struggles #bpd stuff #actually mentally ill #bpd #tumblr diary #borderline personality disorder #mental illness #borderline #dbt #therapy #rant #vent #bpd vent

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thebleedingeffect · 2 years

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#ahhhhhhhh i just wanna talk cause no one else to talk to really #i think the isolation is getting to me. my last job gave me just enough human contact to be really nice #but since i was forced to leave for a very dumb reason- im back to isolation and my brain just doesn't like it lol #my brain is in this weird fog atm where im just forgetting to be nice to myself and its just rough #starting up therapy again but im still very hesitant from our last appointment as it ended badly. but i at least want to try #i think i just need to make myself understand that everything is okay and that I deserve softness. that i genuinely did my best #and ive been forced into a really hard couple of years #sometimes i forget that my father only went away around 3 years ago. the last time I saw him being 2 #god i just need to be nicer. get a handle on my mental health. and go on medication if i have to #anyway gonna write to feel better ^-^

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multiversxwhore · 2 years

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Eddie, and Cheryl Chronicles

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Black!oc

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word Count: 3k

please reblog, and leave comments, thank you.

a/n: Cheryl Sinclair (my oc) is 18 years old...and I couldn't have finished this at a worse time lmao. This one shot contains no spoilers (maybe a smidgen of a spoiler if you've never watched the show), well no current season spoilers. Literally just finished the last episode as im posting this/ as I finished this one shot, so yea...

Status Quo

Cheryl Sinclair has always been interested in tabo related things, but she usually kept it to herself. Eddie Munson is someone she would consider as “tabo.” She watched from her locker as he fooled around at his own locker with his friends, Cheryl recognized some of these kids as Lucas’ friends from middle school: Mike, and Dustin.

“Gosh Cher, are you trying to read his thoughts or something?” April Scott teased from beside her, Cheryl rolled her eyes turning to her cheer partner, and that's she was to Cheryl. She knew if she wasn't on the Cheer team, they would all bully her, and make racist jokes. There weren't that many Black kids that went to Hawkins High School, now it’s just Cheryl, and Lucas

“Yeah…I believe he was thinking that people should mind their own business unless spoken to.” Cheryl quipped, April either didn't understand Cheryl’s smart remark, or didn’t have anything half as clever to say back. When the bell rang for next period, Cheryl slammed her locker shut, and left the blonde standing there dumb founded.

History is probably Eddie’s least favorite subject, right next to Algebra, but at least he had the ever so pretty Cheryl Sinclair to sit next to. She wasn’t like any of the other cheerleaders, or normies at Hawkins High. Cheryl actually treated him like a human being, which may have caused some friction between her, and the other populars. Eddie thought it was entertaining to see her interact with the other jocks, and cool kids.

“Afternoon Sinclair.” Eddie greeted her with a goofy smile, and when she turned to him Eddie wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Cheryl bit the inside of her cheek to keep from bursting out in laughter in front of the whole class.

“Munson…” She replied, satisfied for now, Eddie turned his attention back to the front of the room, from the corner of his eye he could see Cheryl’s lips turn up into a small smile. Eddie tried to focus, and actually take notes. If he’s being honest the only reason he started giving a shit about his grades this year, is because of Cheryl. He’s always known her, or seen her around. It wasn't until she became a senior that he truly took notice. Then she joined the cheer team, and oh boy did her personality really blossom.

The rest of the day went by in a blur for Cheryl, even cheer practice was boring, but she held on to her sanity until the bell rang. As she stood at her locker collecting her things Eddie approached her, and it seemed like the whole school had stopped breathing. Literally everyone in the hallway had stopped what they were doing to stare, point, and whisper about the interaction.

“Very ballsy of you to approach me in the daylight Munson.” Cheryl smirks, Eddie knew she got off on making the student bodies heads split open, if he really thought that his close proximity made her uncomfortable he'd never force it.

“Ever since an alternate dimension monster decided to attack me and my friends, I figured life's short; I also wanted to see your face when I show you this.” Eddie ru

“Holy shit Eddie…74%? That’s a C, congratulations.” Cheryl inhaled a deep breath trying not to make a bigger scene, Eddie nodded his head impressidly.

“That is all thanks to your help, I mean seriously Cher…thank you.” Eddie’s lips pulled backwards into a genuine smile. Cheryl was a bit shocked, that’s the first time he’s called her by her first name.

“It’s nothing…Hellfire tonight?” The DnD club didn't actually meet tonight, but that’s what they used for code when they were at school around unwanted ears. Eddie, and Cheryl only brought it up to each other on nights the club didn't meet. Those nights were instead used for Cheryl to help Eddie with his homework, and sometimes just hang out in the privacy of her room. She has yet to reveal to him her secret passion for rock music, but she planned on doing that tonight.

“Mhmm, 7pm.” Eddie grinned as he spinned in the opposite direction back to his own friends down the hall from Cheryl's locker.

“Eventually you will get kicked off the Cheer team if you keep indulging Eddie the freak Munson. You can be replaced, Cheryl.” Marta, the cheer captain, threatened Cheryl. Behind her stood April, and some other girls from the cheer team.

“And get rid of the only Black girl on the team? Pft, I don't think so.” Cheryl throws her book back over her shoulder, she goes to walk off but Marta stands in her way, she looks Cheryl up, and down.

“You’re in my way.” Cheryl said she wasn’t scared of Marta’s mean girl routine. She’s been doing it since they were in third grade.

“No, you’re in my way.” Marta rebuttals, she smirks thinking she has gotten the last word.

Cheryl leaned forward a bit, and lowered her voice to a whisper so that only Marta would hear her.

“I know about your fathers affair…I heard it was with a sistah across town.” Cheryl looked Marta right in the eyes, that was indeed a real rumor going around Hawkins, but no one knew if it was true.

“Bitch.” Marta gasped dramatically, the other girls shared a look of shock as well.

“Actually my name is Cheryl, now if you’ll excuse me I don't have time to wait for you all to pick your jaws off the floor.” She pushed past them as they all stood speechless, when she made it outside, Eddie was standing by his van with his friends. When they made eye contact, Eddie wiggled his fingers at her, the corner of Cheryl’s mouth curled upwards. She got into her car without another word, and drove off.

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Later that night, after Cheryl’s shift at Radio Shack, she came home to freshen up some before Eddie arrived. Cheryl hated how it sounded like a date in her head, but that is how it felt to her. It’s not like Eddie comes over often, just once, or twice a week. They keep it that way so as to not raise more suspicion. It was exhausting to keep up this regime, that’s part of the reason they start early in the evening, so Cheryl can have time to cover half the work.

While she was sitting at her mirror messing with her neat ponytail the doorbell can be heard from down stairs, before she had time to beat anyone to the door, Lucas got there first..

“What are you doing here?” Lucas asked Max by his side to which she just waved and smiled.

“None of your business, move it.” Cheryl shoved her younger brother out the way, he scoffed at her, but didnt say anything as he watched Eddie, and his sister disappear up the steps to her room. Max, and Lucas try to get a peak as they try to see through the crack in Cheryl's door. Max could see Cheryl jump into Eddie’s arms excited about something, to which Eddie awkwardly hugged the eldest Sinclair sibling back.

“They’re totally into each other.” Max grins, Lucas nods his head in agreement.

“Yep, totally dude.” Lucas mocks a Californian accent. Max punches him in the shoulder hard enough for Lucas to feel it sting.

“Ouch!” He shouted, Cherly’s head pops out of the door, surprisingly she doesn't look too mad, but it seems The Freak Munson has that effect on her. Cheryl rolls her eyes at Lucas, and Max as they stood frozen at their spying spot at the bottom of the stairs. She decides to spare them the scolding, and slams the door in their faces.

When she turns back around, Cheryl watches Eddie goe through some of her things on her dresser. It’s nothing new for him to look at, but she thinks Eddie does it out of nervous habit. He confessed being alone with Cheryl made him slightly uncomfortable for the fact that he feels like he’s not supposed to be alone with her in the first place. He’s never known a single girl in this town to be so confident the way Cheryl is.

“Eddie…” Cheryl called from the other side of her room. He twirls around to face her, a sheepish grin on his face, she thought he was so cute when he was being himself. Usually at school Eddie does a lot of theatrical show boating giving the student body the show they want to see. Underneath all that Eddie is just a regular person, Cheryl’s come to learn he’s rather sweet, and thoughtful.

“Yes?” Eddie asked, he still stood at the opposite side of her room, his fingers fiddling with a small stuffed animal.

“We have a history project to do, remember?” Cheryl held up an unfinished poster board, even though they were supposed to decide together the topic, and the person. She had a feeling Eddie would love her idea.

“Looks like you started some of it without me.” Eddie slowly wandered over to the bed to sit down, the soft mattress creaked under his weight. He isn't the most athletic, but Eddie has spent a fair share of time running from drug deals gone bad. Between that, and eating at the Sinclairs every other weekend, Eddie has gained a bit of weight.

“Yeah…I chose our topic to be music, and the artist I chose is Queen.” Cheryl mumbled the last part not sure how Eddie would react, she knew that he liked Eddie Vedder, and mainly hard rock. Queen is a bit more on the pop side of things, but Cheryl loved their music more than she cared to admit.

Unexpectedly Eddie burst out into laughter, his body slumped over, and tears springing from his eyes. As he continues to laugh, Cheryl rolls her eyes, and joins him on her bed. “I didn't expect you to laugh at me, come on seriously stop.” She giggles, Eddie falls over onto her lap, this new found information would keep Eddie afloat for the rest of the year.

“Come on, do you know how brilliant this information is, I mean what a revelation. I expected you to say Micheal Jackson…or something.” Eddie sat up to look at Cheryl, her deep chocolate eyes sparkling extra bright at the moment.

“Why because I’m Black?” Cheryl deadpans, now it was Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes.

“No, because he’s popular, and everybody loved Micheal Jackson.” Eddie says as if it was obvious.

“That’s exactly why I did not do MJ, so are you in or out?” Cheryl asked, Eddie grinned mischievously.

“For you sweetheart, I’ll be in, and out.” Eddie jokes, Cheryl laughed harder than she should have, and he was proud to be the one that made her giggle so hard.

“You're an idiot Munson.” Cheryl takes her pillow, and playfully smacks him in the head. She got off the bed to go into her closet, she pulled out a cret full of vinyl records, and Cheryl sat them on the floor at Eddie’s beat up converse.

“Eddie Munson, you are looking at my secret music stache, not many have the honor to know about this. Unless you’re my nosey little sister.” Cheryl rolled her eyes at the thought of Erica going through her room without a care in the world.

“Donna Summer…expected, Pat Benatar…expected, Fleetwood Mac…not really surprised, but hot damn you listen to Bon Jovi?” Eddie pulled out the perfectly intact record, and looked it over. Now that he’s noticed all of her records seem to be untouched, he’s starting to question if she actually plays any of them.

“I knew I liked you for some reason, Sinclair.” Eddie put the record back gently, and turned back to Cheryl who had returned to her spot on the bed. She fiddled with her fingers abit suddenly feeling nervous.

“You sure it’s not just because I’m pretty?” Cheryl jokes, and Eddie reminisces quite as he takes in her features. Cheryl has flawless chocolate brown skin, full small, but plump pouty lips. Her face is round, giving her youthful look, she’s smart, and funny.

“That’s just the bonus sweetheart. Cheryl Sinclair, academic genius, goofy, and loves rock music? Sometimes I have a hard time believing that we’re friends.” Eddie spoke softly, the room was quiet again, Cheryl couldn’t take the way he looked at her, like she was the brightest star in the sky.

“I wish we didn't have to hide it, I wish I could just see you in the hallway, run up to you, and hug you. Like, why can’t I be a cheerleader, a nerd, and have friends that are different. Why aren’t we allowed to be different?” Cheryl asked no one in particular, these are thoughts that plagued her on a daily basis, and it made her depressed sometimes.

“Hmm, that’s just the way it is sweetheart, I’m a freak, and freaks don’t belong with pretty girls like you.” Eddie whispered, this broke his heart as well. Everytime Eddie passed Cheryl in the hall, she always looked so beautiful, but she was never smiling. It’s like she only joined cheer to survive, that in itself is miserable.

Cheryl grabbed Eddie’s large hand which is surprisingly soft, she held onto his fingers, her own rubbing the pale skin gently. The small notion got Eddie’ss heart racing, this posible the most intimate thing they’ve done…ever. Cheryl came to sit on her knees on the bed, using Eddie’s shoulders to steady herself, his hands grabbing onto her waist trying to help her to not fall over.

“Wanna start a revolution, Eddie Munson?” Cheryl had that same twinkle in her eye when she was telling someone off, it’s something Eddie has grown to love.

“Life is short, why not start a riot?” Eddie replied, a goofy grin on his face, Cheryl her hands on both sides of Eddie's face, and pulled him into her. Their lips met gently, they both wanted to savor this moment, both Eddie, and Cheryl have daydreamed about this. The kiss was warm, and soft. Eddie remained respectful of Cheryl’s boundaries keeping his hands at her waist, and when they pulled away Eddie put on the Queen record Cheryl already had out on her night stand.

They laid in bed together just chatting the night away, Cheryl laid with her head on Eddie’s chest listening to his heartbeat with one ear, and taking in some story he was telling with her other ear. Cheryl’s mother had walked past her daughter's room, Erica didn’t hesitate to tell her that Eddie was over again. At first she was going to wake them up, and send Eddie home when she saw them tangled in the bed together. But when she noticed they were at least fully clothed, her mother decided to leave them. After everything they went through, she had to trust her children would do the right thing, and that they would trust her as their mother.

The next day at school was an intense one for Cheryl, and Eddie. Her plan was totally insane to him, and could upset the natural balance for their remaining time at Hawkins High. Cheryl had skipped half her morning class all for the sake of making a dramatic statement during lunch. When she walked into the lunchroom, everyone stopped talking, even the lunch ladies, yet again all eyes were on Cheryl.

Marta quickly approached her, a scowl on her face, and her hands balled into fist.

“Where the hell have you been, we had early morning practice, and you’re the only one that can do the basket toss. And why aren’t you in uniform?” Marta asked, she scrutinized Cheryl’s outfit of a dark blue jean jacket, light blue jeans, and black vans.

“Here it comes…” Eddie mumbled to himself from his lunch table at the other end of the cafeteria. The other boys looked at him in confusion as he didn't tell them that he’s been hanging out with Cheryl, he didn’t tell them about the kiss, or what was about to go down just now.

Marta snatches the bag from her hands, what she pulls out of it, is something Marta feels to be blasphemous. The cheerleading uniform inside the bag is not only beat up, but in fact ripped to shreds. Cheryl stood there with her hands on her hips proud of the reaction, she watched Marta’s face turn cherry red with rage. The onlookers whispered among themselves as Cherly grinned triumphantly.

“What the hell have you done? What is wrong with you!” Marta sheriks, ever since they lost their cheer star Chrissy, Marta has been trying to dig her claws into the next best thing, Cheryl.

“If it’s not obvious, I quite cheer as of this moment. You no longer own me, I will no longer be your token Black friend, nor will I allow you to show me off at cheer competitions like some shiny toy. I will be friends with whomever I choose, and join whatever clubs I wish to join. Speaking of which.” Cheryl takes a pregnant pause as she inhales deeply, and exhales slowly.

“Here it comes…” Eddie whispers again, he holds his breath in anticipation as he waits for Cheryl’s big reveal.

Cheryl ripped open the jacket, and pulled it off her, Marta, and the whole lunchroom gasped in unison.

“BOOM! Eat shit normies! Ha!” Eddie leaped out of his seat in excitement, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas looked at each other in shock. Not in a million years did any of them see this coming, but it was totally worth the wait.

Cheryl dusted off the freshly pressed print of her t-shirt that read “Hellfire Club.” In big letters, and a red devil face with horns. Marta felt like she was going to throw up, and pass out at the same time. How could this be happening, how could she have lost her control over things like this?

“Fuck status quo.” Cheryl held up her middle finger to Marta’s shocked face, turned, and walked away. As she made her walk to Eddie’s lunch table, another cheerleader shouted out from her seat.

“I quit cheering too! I’d rather join the sports team!” The girl stood from her seat, and threw her cheer jacket off.

“Yeah, and I wanna join the theater club!” Shouted a deep voice from the basketball team. Suddenly the cafeteria exploded into a frenzy of confessionals, finally Cheryl made it to the table where Eddie was waiting for her with open arms.

“That was quite the show Sinclair.” Eddie grins impressively, the rest of the DnD club just stares at them, but Lucas, he knew this the whole time.

“Holy shit, welcome to the dark side Cheryl.” Mike grinned. Cheryl, and her new group of friends enjoyed the rest of their lunch as if everything was completely normal.

“What I say huh, 86…my year.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x black!reader #black!oc #stranger things #stranger things one shot #st4 #hellfire club

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Just Peachy.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, overall very fluffy and cute

Requested: nope

Summary: in which Y/N gets hurt and Ransom is the perfect fiancé.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! ok im gonna say it,,, im a hoe for soft!ransom idc idc. enjoy!

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"If anything happens while I'm at work, if you get hurt, don't hesitate to call me, alright? I'll be home in 15 minutes. Just call." Wise words by Ransom Drysdale, her fiancé.

Was she going to do that? Nope! Y/N grumbled from her position on the ground; she was walking down the stairs when she had tripped and fallen, ending up in a heap on the floor with one ankle definitely broken and a cut on her temple. Slowly, as the pain got too much to bear, she started crawling to the best of her abilities towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

As she neared the bathroom her hopes went up, until she saw the cupboard above the sink on top of which the first aid kit was kept. "Who fucking keeps it so high up?" she cursed under her breath as she grabbed the sink, slowly standing up, praying the sink wouldn't break under her as she applied her full body weight on the poor thing. She was successful.

Now putting her entire weight on her good foot, she reached up and, severely underestimating the weight of the kit, yanked it up, causing the heavy box to come crashing down on her. "Damn it, fucking son of a—" she cursed loudly as the box knocked her off her already weak feet. She fell on her back with a grunt and the heavy box landed on her chest, forcing her to exhale a breath. "Fuck."

Y/N forgot to hear a painful crunch.

She started lifting her hands to push the kit away when a sharp pain shot through her left wrist, causing her to wince. "Oh, great, another broken limb? Just what I needed. Great. Fucking peachy," she muttered and shoved the box away with her right hand, moving to sit up. She tried to crawl out of the bathroom but this time, with only one hand to support her, the task was perilous.

Ransom tapped his fingers on his desk at work in the tune of his favorite song, frowning at the blank open document in front of him. He was working on his second book, but today, inspiration was nowhere to be found. No ideas were coming to his head on how to proceed with the next chapter. I wonder what Y/N is doing, he thought and smiled softly at the thought of his fiancée.

Ransom and Y/N met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. He was being his usual, bitter self in the gardens outside the lavish mansion (yes, a mansion) when Y/N had approached him first. "Hi there, I'm Y/N. I noticed you were being too quiet and you slipped out, and wondered if you wanted to talk to someone?"

He wanted to push her away for talking to him like that, especially since he left the house for a reason, but instead he just smiled at her. A genuine smile. "I'd like that a lot." And so, they talked. Ransom was proud to announce that he had first fallen for her nature, her personality and her demeanor instead of her looks, which was what made their relationship special.

At least for Ransom, given the type of man he used to be.

Y/N was extremely gorgeous in his eyes. That was simply an added bonus. By the end of the party, both of them had walked into the house again and Ransom had put on quite a show about asking her out to dinner, which she readily agreed to. She knew what kind of a man he was; spoiled, full of himself and had a big attitude problem but that one talk with him changed her perception of Ransom Drysdale.

He was truly nice to the people he cared about, one of them being her. They talked for a short while and he was nothing short of polite, sweet and funny at times. He flirted endlessly since that was part of his personality but she didn't mind, she liked it, even. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and now, 4 years later, engaged.

"Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit…" Y/N chanted as she slowly crawled to the living room, the pain in her body increasing by the minute. Finally putting her pride aside, she grabbed her phone off the couch and called Ransom, falling to the floor with deep breaths. Ransom's eyes snapped away from his laptop and landed on his phone when it started ringing.

Grinning, he picked up the call when Y/N's smiling face came into view. The moment she spoke, though, his grin dropped. "Hugh…" Y/N choked out, eyes filling with tears when the pain finally caught up to her. "Y/N? Bubba, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, immediately leaping to his feet. He shut the laptop, grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, towards his car. Work be damned.

"It's— it's nothing. I'm sorry for calling, I know you're busy—" He nearly scoffed. "Babe, listen to me. You're more important. I'm coming home, I just left the office. Speak to me, bub, tell me," he insisted as he drove like a madman towards his house. "Just got hurt a little bit," Y/N mumbled and Ransom's heart broke. "Darling, I'll take care of it when I get home."

Thankfully, 15 minutes later, he reached home. Ransom hurriedly parked his car and threw open the front door, freezing when he saw his fiancée lying near the couch on the floor, the phone still in her hand as her eyes snapped away from the ceiling towards him. "Ransom," she stuttered and he walked towards her, kneeling next to her. His thumb swiped the blood on her temple.

God, did he want to punch her on her stupid, beautiful face for telling him she was just a little hurt. "Bub, what's this?" He picked her up and placed her on the couch, moving to take her hand but it fell limp… in a weird angle. His eyes widened. "Is your wrist broken?" he whispered and Y/N nodded, turning away from him. "And you had the fucking audacity to tell me it was nothing?!" he screamed.

She kept silent as he checked the rest of her body, finding out that her ankle was broken as well, the skin around it swollen black and blue. "You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" he muttered as he called a doctor, sitting on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't want to disturb you." She was wheezing and he turned to her, only to see her clutching at her chest with a pained expression on her face.

"Baby?"

"Hurts." He sat up and ripped the t-shirt off her, eyes darkening when they landed on the bruise forming on her chest and between the valley of her breasts. "What the fuck happened when I was gone?" he hissed as he covered her up again. "I… I fell down the stairs first and broke my ankle," she began, fidgeting. "Well you should've called me then!" he insisted, exasperated.

"I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted in a small voice and Ransom's resolve broke. He teared up a bit and pressed his lips to hers, shaking his head. "You're not a burden, Y/N. I told you, if you're hurt at home, call me. I meant it. Even if it's a paper cut, call. Even if it's a skinned knee, call. I'm always here for you, and I always will be here." Y/N sniffled under him.

"Ransom…" He gently sat her up and sat next to her, only to pull her on his lap as he held her close. "Don't you dare think you're a burden ever again. I signed up for this. A burden is something you're not willing to carry. This? I'm willing to carry this to the end of the world," he whispered, squeezing her body as tightly as he could without crushing her. "I love you, Ran."

I love you, too.

"I know, sweetcheeks." And he grinned when her head shot up and she promptly slapped him on the cheek. "You're so full of yourself, Drysdale," she huffed. "You still love me," he hummed as she snuggled into his arms. "Fortunately for you, unfortunately for me, yeah, yes I do," she sighed.

Soon, the doctor arrived, patched her up and said the worst thing she had ever heard in her life.

"Bedrest for 2 weeks till the ankle heals."

And seeing Ransom's shit-eating grin had caused her to glare so viciously at him that even he had cowered. "Babe, doctor's orders, can't help it." After the doctor left, they were now laying side by side on their bed, staring at each other. "I can't just sit here with nothing to do!" she whined, snuggling closer to him. He put an arm around her, sighing.

"Well, face the reality, kitten. You're staying here and that's an order."

"Funny you think you can boss me around, sweetheart."

"I know I can't but this time, I will. I'll strap you down to the bed, mark my words," Ransom said with a roll of his eyes. "Kinky," Y/N snickered and Ransom kissed her nose with a smirk. "You are not getting up, Mrs Drysdale," he whispered and she pouted, jutting her lower lip out as far as she could along with giving him puppy eyes. "Please, Ran?" Ransom laughed.

"No." She groaned loudly. "Ugh, fine! I'll just get up when you go to work," she spoke smugly and Ransom turned to her, eyes wide. "Oh no you don't." He leaped up from the bed, making her whine. "Where are you going?! I need cuddles, Ran, I'm hurt!" she insisted and he got back into bed, taking out his phone. "I'm making calls to work. I'm gonna work from home now."

"You don't have to do that!" she insisted vehemently but Ransom refused to hear it. "I have to! To make sure your cute, dumb little ass stays in bed like the doctor said," he huffed. After one phone call, he sighed in relief and relaxed against the bed. "Pays to be a Thrombey, ya know," he chuckled, ruffling Y/N's hair as she snuggled into his side.

She was a mess. Her left hand was in cast, and so was her right ankle. After the doctor left she had taken off her t-shirt, leaving her in her sports bra, the wound on her chest a deep purple with flecks of red. There was also a bandaid on her temple for the small cut. "I figured." It was quiet for some time. "You never finished the story, babe. How did you get so hurt?"

"Well, first the stairs incident, I told you. After that, I was going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit but it was too heavy. I didn't know that so when I lifted it, it fell on me. I broke my wrist from hitting it on the floor too hard and the first aid kit fell on my chest," she huffed, "The pain was too much so I called you." Ransom frowned. "You should've called earlier."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now," Ransom smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head. "I'm getting tired," she yawned as the adrenaline started wearing off. "Sleep." Ransom adjusted himself so he was now half-lying on the bed, back resting against the headrest as he gathered Y/N in his arms. She fell asleep a few minutes later.

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"Ran…"

Y/N touched his side of the bed, only to be met with cold sheets instead of his warm body. She blinked the sleep away and sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. Running a hand through her messy hair, she stood up and limped towards the stairs. 2 weeks had passed and as the doctor said, her bedrest was over.

Her ankle had healed but not fully, while the wrist was still in a cast. The wound on her chest was also feeling loads better. She walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen area only to see Ransom cooking breakfast. "Ran," she whined and he turned around. "Y/N! Get your ass in bed, why are you here?"

"It got lonely." She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his bare back. "Alright, fine." He spun around and grabbed her waist, lifting her and placing her on the kitchen counter. "Sit here." Y/N smiled lazily as she placed her head on his shoulder, watching him cook. He was making eggs. Omelettes.

"How did you sleep?" he questioned when the silence stretched on. "I slept well. The ankle doesn't hurt as much, nor the wound on my chest. But the wrist…" She sighed and Ransom looked at her with a sad smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "It'll get better, I promise. I'm not going to stop taking care of you."

"I'd like that very much," she replied shyly and he grinned. It was true, Ransom had truly taken care of her well. Breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed everyday for 2 weeks, he worked in their room and they had cuddled more in the two weeks than they had in their entire relationship. Y/N was super happy with their arrangement.

Of course, sometimes Ransom would be too busy, leaving her alone in the room while he worked downstairs or had a meeting with someone. But then he'd make it up to her by offering more snuggles and kisses. "My best girl," he murmured, placing the omelette he was making on a plate. He then carried the plate to the dining room, leaving her on the kitchen counter.

He returned just as fast, gathering her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple as he carried her to the dining table as well. "You're strong," she teased and he huffed. "I better be, or all that working out will be for nothing." She laughed and he placed her down on a chair. "Eat well, I'll be back." With another kiss dropped to her head, he went back to the kitchen area.

Y/N wondered how she became so lucky to have him as her fiancé. Yeah, sure, Ransom wasn't a very nice person in general but to her, he was the best. The man who once called his aunt unsavory things punched someone in the face when they had the audacity to call her the same things. "You better watch your fucking mouth or I'm gonna break all your teeth."

It hadn't affected her much anyway but seeing Ransom's reaction had sent a pleasant tingle down her spine. He was ready to do anything for her. And she had to admit, lately, he was being very soft. She had noticed the changes in him around a year ago; he'd become… domestic, almost. It was fun to see him like that.

His family, well, they were less than pleased when Ransom had first introduced her to them. They thought she wasn't good enough for him and had even tried to break them down. But that had only made them stronger. Ransom was in love with her and nothing his family said was going to change that. "Y/N?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and blinked at Ransom. "Yeah?" He laughed and sat in front of her with his own plate of food. "You were lost in thoughts; the food's getting cold, honey." She cursed softly and laughed along, finally finishing her food.

How had she gotten so lucky?

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attourney-at-lycan · 2 years

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LEVIN TIME

He's taller then the average human due to his elf heritage. Like. Short by Elven standards tall by human standards

He has healing magics but they can only be used under Extreme stress. And they don't work on himself only others.

On the note of his magics, due to his elven heritage along with his magics he can kinda tell when people are dying. He can feel people life forces fading.

THIS FUCKED HIM UP WHEN DANTE ALMOST DIED IN THE BEGINNING OF SEASON TWO. TO LEVIN IT WAS IF LITERALLY FEELING THE CLOSEST THING TO A DAD HE'D EVER HAD DIE. AFTER DANTE WAS HEALED HE HAD A COMPLETE BEARKDOWN. And the following month or so he would keep checking or Dante to make sure he was okay

Due to the time spent in the Yggdrasil Forest he is actually quite good at meditating and keeping his emotions seem calm outwardly even if he's a complete mess on the inside

OH, and back on the topic of his magics and his heritage. His magics could come to him more naturally if he were to have Irene's relic. Not as easily as Irene's magic comes to Aphmau. But rather it would act as a sort of Bridge between the magics he already had along with boosting those powers.

He barely remembers Aphmau. He has like no memories of her from when she was young and everything he knows is things he's been told by others

Codependent with Malachi for a long time

Often looks to KC as like,,, a step-mom of sorts. Dmitri and Nekoette are like his siblings in his mind and he treats them as such

When he isnt busy he offers to babysit.

Suprisingly good with kids.

Smooth Talker, not in the flirty way but more in the "I can talk my way out of danger if I have to"

The Densest fucker you'll ever meet. Someone could straight up tell them they love him and He'd go "Youre such a great friend!! I love you too!! ^-^"

Has like, no concept of romantic love. Greyromantic along with being Dense (same bestie 😔)

Had a relationship with that one "close friend" in the Yggdrasil Forest. They broke up due to Levin having to move back to Phoenix Drop

Dante taught both him and Malachi how to fight.

He doesn't like fighting but is good at it. He prefers the same blades Dante does. Malachi prefers a short sword and Dagger duo.

Has a high immunity to a lot, but not all, poisons. (Due to the elf thing, which is a personal hc oc)

Very, and scarily, good at getting information when he needs or wants to. A simple conversation, or an interrogation, can be used to his benefit if he wishes. He knows what buttons to press and hes Extremely good at reading people

Has Long hair due to elven custom. Keeps it long as a way of staying connected to his culture. Often braids it, or keeps it in a ponytail

Theres more but I just got a fingy cramp I'll send some of the rest in a sec. I need to find an image. The Next ask will be more about his appearance.

cough Garroths Bastard cough

LETS GOOO *rubbing my grubby hands toether*

levin sounds like he can be an absolute shithead if he wants to. LIKE. he seems the type to be underestimated because he's extremely nice to other people but by the time they realize they're basically being duped by him, it's too late. they think he's dumb but he's surprisingly more cunning than he looks. his silver tongue is probably one of the reasons phoenix drop is still standing when you think about it. how many times did he smooth talk his way into relationships with other villages or get information or get resources? (ofc there's only so much he can do)

HIM BEING GRAYROMANTIC UR SO RIGHT. it's so much worse bc i feel like it's so easy to fall in love with him since he's probably so openly affectionate with others. how could u not fall in love with him? he's an accidental heartbreaker im telling you!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE DNATE FATHER FIGURE OUUU- i feel like even before dante almost died, he was a bit fussy at times because, despite not remembering aphmau well, he still has that fear of someone close to him leaving, so when that happens it just gets really worse.

now i just want a scene of levin visiting dante the tenth time that month just "heyo, just here to check if ur okay!" dante's just, he knows (bc why wouldn't he?) and goes "im fine levin. you don't have to worry about me anymore" and HHHHHHHH

#big brain sleep BIG BRAIN!!!!!!#i love this so much it's unreal #aphmau #minecraft diaries #aphmau levin

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alygatorwrites · 3 years

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can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough.

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms.

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man.

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden.

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him.

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him.

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece.

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has.

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone.

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

#timeskip reiner still sexy asf #I just wanna hug and kiss him ugh #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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sluttyminghao · 4 years

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studio stress | h.vc

w.c: 3.5k request: hi!! can i request a dom!vernon x fem reader where he fucks her in the studio because he’s jealous? maybe because his gf talked to another member or something lmao genre: smut! pairing: vernon x female!reader contains: dom!vernon, jealous vern, sub!female!reader, mentions of spit play, oral and fingering (fem. receiving), mentions of restraints, marking, slight degradation, vern is a bit of a shithead lmao a/n: amazing idea! thank you for this anon! im also tagging @junsol because she wanted to see this :)

Vernon wasn’t the type to get jealous much, if at all really.

He was normally always level headed and calm, and he had no problem with you hanging out with his band mates when he wasn't around, because he trusted both you and them enough to know that neither of you would do anything. Vernon’s bandmates respected and liked you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything with them, and vice versa.

Your boyfriend and his bandmates were currently under a significant amount of stress, however, due to their new album preparing to be released in the following weeks. They were snippy and snide to one another, and their actions didn't always come off in the nicest ways, even towards you, but you knew they really didn't mean it at the end of the day, and they would always apologize to you after.

Today was one of those days, and it was particularly awful. You didn’t know just how bad it was going to be, but if the texts from the other band members was anything to go off, you were in for a doozy.

You were headed towards their recording studio after Vernon had sent you a text to come visit, and you were more than ecstatic to see him after he had holed himself away for a few days, only sparing a few minutes to text you. You hadn’t really minded of course, but you had missed him dearly, and you knew that seeing him would make your day better.

The texts had been short and concise, and only really things like “hello” and “i love you”, but it was nice to know that he was still thinking about you even when he was under so much pressure with his company and his bandmates. You knew that after the album came out though, they would all go back to their happy and relaxed selves, and you would have your boyfriend back in your hold soon enough.

The walk to the studio wasn’t overly long, but the cool winter air had seeped under your various layers of clothes and had ultimately chilled you to the bone by the time you were standing outside the studio, your body shivering and teeth chattering, texting your boyfriend to let him know you had arrived. The door to the studio quickly swung open not long after the text had been sent, and Seokmin was standing in the doorway with his signature sunshine smile.

“Hey you! Come on in, Vernon’s been expecting you for hours!” He exclaimed loudly, his broad frame moving out of the way so that you could walk in to the warm building and attempt to shake off the cold. “Thanks for letting me in Seokmin, how is everyone doing today?” You asked as you shrugged off your jacket, quirking a brow in confusion when you heard faint shouting coming from down the hallway.

“Uh...it’s not going great at the minute,” he muttered, his lips forming a pout at yet another shout, followed by a crash sounded from the room down the hall. He sighed and lead you down the hallway, where the voices became louder and the screaming more prominent, your eyes widening in surprise that the team seemed to be crumbling behind the very door you were about to walk through.

Just as Seokmin pushed the door open to the recording studio, the voices that were screaming just seconds before had become hushed and the bodies had stilled, as if being a group of deer caught in the headlights. Every person in the recording room turned to see who was opening the door, and visibly relaxed when they noted that it was only Seokmin and yourself, making Vernon beam widely as the rest of the band members fell into conversation once more after exchanging their hello’s with you.

He stood up from his spot between Minghao and Soonyoung, and walked quickly towards you and enveloped your body tightly with his strong arms, his favourite cologne drifting up your nostrils and invading all of your senses in all of the best ways. “Hey ‘Sol,” you mumbled, your face smushed into his firm pecs, making him giggle at the slight vibration against his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered into your hair, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and sending tingles throughout your body. You smiled as you pulled away from his warm body reluctantly, letting him return to whatever he had been doing previously, and finding yourself a chair to sit on while he worked.

Finding purchase on a seat across the room, you found yourself squished between Seungcheol and Seungkwan and quickly fell into idle banter with the two, who were bickering over something you could not quite comprehend, but you also weren't paying a whole lot of attention because you were watching your boyfriend busy himself with recordings.

He was busy concentrating on and discussing an odd bass loop with Jihoon, the pair trying to find the perfect place to put it in the song where it wouldn't sound weird or repetitive. Your eyes unashamedly grazed all over his body, admiring how toned he had gotten over the last few weeks from his constant workouts and personal training sessions.

You were snapped out of your trance however, when Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your face to garner your attention. “Were you even listening to me?” He quipped, sass dripping from his voice as he rolled his eyes at you. You rolled your eyes back in response, albeit with a huge grin on your face as he continued his story about picking up his Americano earlier that day.

While you were chatting with Seungkwan, you felt the hairs on the back of your head begin to stand, and it felt almost as if someone was watching you. Your eyes darted around the room trying to find the reason for the suspicious activity, until they finally locked onto your boyfriend’s dark ones. You hadn't seen him look at you like that before, and it only sent shivers down your spine and you forced yourself to look away before you flung yourself at him.

You tried to occupy yourself by having a conversation with Seungcheol, who was showing you some of the lyrics he was writing and leaning in quite close to you. It hadn’t seemed like a problem for you since you were always talking to them about their lyrics and what they were working on, but there was something that felt...off, about sitting and talking to Seungcheol, even though all of your previous encounters with him had been nothing but pleasant and fun.

Vernon’s eyes refused to move off of your form as you sat next to Seungcheol, and all he could focus on was how his blood was beginning to boil, watching how his band mate would wrap an arm around your waist or whisper into your ear and make you laugh at some dumb joke he had explained to you. It was all getting too much for him, and before he could even control himself, his palms were slamming down onto the table with a loud thud, causing the room to fall into silence and everyone’s heads to whip around to face Vernon.

“What’s wrong Vern? You seem a little stressed, almost like you need to get laid or something,” Jeonghan joked, playfully hitting his younger friend’s arm lightly. The room fell into silence again as everyone awaited his response, not sure what the outcome would be from his seemingly harmless joke.

“Everyone needs to leave, I can’t concentrate with all this noise going on,” he finally spoke through gritted teeth, and everyone stayed still for a split second, before they scrambled to gather their things and leave as quickly as possible, not wanting to know what was going to happen once they left.

Because if they knew Vernon, they knew that he was hardly ever like this, and if he was going to snap, it wouldn't be pretty and they didn't particularly want to see it. They gave you quick, worried glances as they left, and you could only remain planted in your seat as you watched your boyfriend’s form tense and untense the more he looked at the music in front of him.

“Are you okay, baby?” You finally squeaked out once the door to the studio had shut and you were left alone with your stressed out partner. He remained silent for a few beats, and you thought about just grabbing your stuff and leaving him to his own devices, but his raspy voice stopped you before you even had the opportunity to grab your bag.

“I didn’t like the way you were talking with Seungcheol, it really got on my nerves,” he spoke through his teeth, hands gripping the table until his knuckles turned white. Your head tilted in confusion, before a small laugh bubbled past your lips from his statement, which you could hardly believe. “Are you serious? You’ve never had a problem with me talking to him before! Why is it any different now?”

His body immediately whirled around in the chair he sat on and he stood up, making fast paces towards you. You suddenly felt overly small in his presence, and even more so with his dominating nature that he was currently exuding. His eyes had darkened a few shades, and it was a look that you were all too familiar with, one that made arousal pool within your stomach and a distinct wetness clinging to your panties.

“I never had a problem before, because he wasn’t flirting with you last time, sweetheart,” His voice was rough as he stood in front of you, a small smirk reaching his mouth before he was crashing his lips into yours harshly, teeth and tongues clashing and you couldn’t help but let a mewl spill from your lips.

“He-he wasn’t flirting with me Vernon!” You managed to stutter out when he pulled away and sat on the couch next to you, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. His head snapped up and his eyes bore into yours again, before he let a sinister chuckle fall from his lips, and he was ripping your shirt off, leaving your upper body exposed to the slight chill in the air, with exception of your bra.

“You must be blind if you couldn't see the way he was undressing you with his eyes and holding your waist tightly, but it’s a shame he won’t ever get to see you like that,” he seethed, letting his lips run across the expanse of your neck and collarbone before letting his teeth sink in to the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

A small hiss left your lips as he continued to suck on your neck, leaving pretty purple and blue blooms across the expanse. Your hands found purchase in his locks, tugging roughly on the roots and pulling him off your skin. “W-we can’t do this here...” you trailed off, voice growing small when you noticed your boyfriend stripping his own clothes off, another laugh slipping past his kiss-swollen lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t get a say in that, I need to show you who you belong to,” he spoke nonchalantly, leaning over your body and unclasping your bra, before pulling your pants and panties down in one swoop, leaving you stark naked in front of him. You face burned red with embarrassment, and you poorly attempted to cover your body up with a pillow strewn carelessly on the couch.

“Why are you trying to hide your smoking hot body from me?” His dominant act dropped momentarily and he let his body fall so that he was crouching between your legs, his eyes softening as he looked at you adoringly. “I-I don’t know...” a stuttered breath fell from your lips as he removed the pillow from your grip and threw it across the other side of the room.

His large hands roughly gripped your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the air and his eyes. You saw his eyes grow hungrier and darker the longer he stared at your folds, and he couldn’t help but lean in towards you and lick a flat stripe against you, a smirk playing on his lips when you gasp and attach your hands to his scalp.

“Fuck, Vern! Your mouth i-is like ma-magic” You moaned out, unable to stop your legs from violently shaking with pleasure. His hands kept your legs pried apart, and it only heightened your levels of pleasure when his mouth found your clit and he sucked on it gently, sending waves of electricity coursing throughout your body. “You always did like when I eat you out, I bet that Seungcheol couldn’t even come close in terms of eating you out, I will always be on top” he moaned out loud, reattaching his lips to your folds and sucking vigorously.

Vernon spent a significant amount of time alternating between licking and sucking at your folds, and it came as no surprise to either of you that you were nearing your first orgasm already, your moans increasing in volume substantially when he began teasing a finger at your entrance. “You’re soaked, baby, I bet I’d just slide right in huh?” He teased, hissing when his finger was met with no resistance when he did slide it in.

He could feel your walls pulsing around his finger, and he knew that you would be cumming any moment now. Your whines were like music to his ears, and only spurred him on to add another finger into your swollen cunt, the wet noises making his cock twitch and a groan to spill from his lips.

You were too late in giving him a warning that you were cumming, it happened so fast and before you knew it, your legs were attempting to close around your boyfriend’s head and there was shapes and white patterns dancing behind your eyelids. You could faintly hear yourself crying out his name as you came down from your glorious high, and came to just as Vernon’s hand caressed your cheek.

“That was a powerful orgasm, sweetheart, but don’t forget that I’m not quite done with you yet, I still wanna fill you up with my cum.” He all but growled at you, pulling his boxers down to reveal his hard and leaking length, a continuous bead of precum growing at the tip of his erection. His cock wasn’t overly long, but it still worked wonders inside of you, and the thickness made you feel so full it was almost as if you would split open.

You leaned over to reach for his cock, but his hand gripped your wrist and held on tightly, making confusion cover your features. “No, we don’t have time for that right now, the members will be back any moment soon,” he replied, laying you down and hovering over your sweaty and shaking body. You could feel his heavy cock resting against your clit, and it only made you shiver in excitement at what was going to happen.

“F-fuck me ‘Sol...make me see stars,” You whined out, before he effectively silenced you by shoving two of his fingers in your mouth and glaring down at you with hooded eyes. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, slut, you’re lucky i don't have anything to tie your hands back with because that’s where they’d be.” He groaned, letting his tip slide down to your entrance.

He teased his cock at your entrance, prodding at it and pushing in slightly, only to pull back out again and leave you a whining and sobbing mess. “P-please...I need your c-cock!” You cried out, your body wriggling around on the couch in anticipation. He quirked a brow at your neediness, stopping his actions altogether and making you whine even louder.

“Someone is a needy brat tonight huh? That’s bold considering you were flirting with one of my bandmates not even an hour ago,” he scolded, finally letting his cock sink into you slowly. “I- ngh, I wasn't f-flirting with him!” you screamed out, his hips finally meeting yours as he bottomed out with a low groan.

“You definitely were, I could see it in your eyes,” he stuttered out, his hips beginning a rapid and unforgiving pace. His cock was stretching you out so nicely and filling you right up to the brim, and you couldn’t even find the energy to respond to his snarky comment. His cock was making you feel amazing in so many ways, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head and your legs beginning to shake the more Vernon pounded into you.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, baby, I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from c-cumming inside of you,” he groaned, lifting one of your legs up so that it was propped on his shoulder and he could angle his cock better inside of you, attempting to hit that one spot inside of you that would have you clenching around his cock in a matter of seconds.

“R-right there! Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers digging into the flesh of your boyfriend’s bicep and leaving bright red crescent marks indented on the skin. He smirked at your cries and continued to hit in the same spot over and over, hissing when he felt how your pussy began clenching rapidly around his cock, making it even harder for him to thrust inside of you.

You were so close to falling over the edge, you just needed one more action to send you toppling, and Vernon knew exactly what to do to send you into that fucked out state. He removed his fingers from your mouth, groaning at the sight of the line of saliva dropping from them and landing on your skin.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here,” he spoke softly, his hand moving down to your clit and rubbing harsh figure eight’s on the swollen bud. His grunts and the way his hips and fingers were moving sent you spiraling over the edge with a loud scream, your body arching up so beautifully.

Luckily for you, the studio was soundproof.

Vernon was so extremely close to cumming as well, and seeing your face and body contort underneath him sent his cock twitching and unloading his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. “F-fuck...fuck!” He moaned out, pulling his cock out of you and watching globs of cum fall from your pussy. He smiled and let two of his digits scoop up the cum and press it back into your folds, a defeated whine leaving your lips as you shook from oversensitivity.

“No more, please ‘Sol...” you rasped out, feeling as if you were on another planet from how lightheaded your orgasm had made you feel. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you, loving how your body shook in response to his actions. “You did so well...so well my baby,” he spoke softly, wiping his fingers on a nearby pillow. His clean hand came up to caress your face, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your eyes and leaning in to kiss you softly.

The kiss was so soft and warm and made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and hold him as close as you could. He finally pulled away from you with a wide grin on his face, before he got up and began to dress himself again and make himself look presentable.

He turned to you and helped you to dress carefully, kissing over each and every mark he left on your body, as well as whispering apologies into your skin and making you giggle at his adorableness. “Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten some of your stress out ‘Sol?” You asked, smoothing out your hair so it didn’t look as messed up as it had moments before.

He turned to face you and nodded with a huge grin on his face, pulling you in to a hug and swaying with you slightly, humming an unfamiliar tune that nonetheless made you smile and relax into his body. Just as you were about to ask him what he was humming, the door to the studio opened and a few faces popped in, worry on their features.

“It’s okay to come in, we’re all done in here,” Vernon commented, your face burning red with his outright comment. The boys slowly trickled back into the room and made themselves comfortable once more, falling into small talk with each other and you before you decided to make your exit.

“Oh, by the way,” Jeonghan started, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, and you knew that whatever he was about to say to you, would probably embarrass you until the ends of time. You made eye contact with Vernon, who looked just as nervous as you felt.

“Some of these walls aren't soundproof, for future reference.”

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princeanxious · 3 years

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:) so. No one ordered it, but, I have an Logan Angst(w/ hurt/comfort to balance it out a little) au idea to deliver!

So you know those AU fics w/ Virgil where he hides smth unusual abt himself( Like wings, Spider limbs, Being unusually tall, ect.) Bc he’s afraid of what the others will think/do if they find out?

Take that and apply it to Logan, But he’s actually been hiding it ever since (AU)!Thomas became Obsessed with Marine Biology as a kid!(i genuinely cant remember what Thomas's real life degree was gonna be b4 he switched to YouTube but for the au's sake im going with marine biologist)

What’s he hiding, you ask? Fish scales, of course!

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Logan used to wear long sleeves all the time, and Sherlock bit with the scarf was a cover up for when he used to wear it constantly when they were younger, not that Virgil(who has spider traits in this but never thought to hide them b4 he was accepted, and by that point there was no reason to) nor any of the other dark sides with animal traits knew about it either, but his body, especially his legs and hips, were covered in shimmery sapphire blue scales, and in patches around the gills on his neck and ribs.

Why doesn't Logan wear long sleeves now? Because the scales suddenly stopped reappearing (coincidentally right around the time Thomas gave up on marine biology to do youtube) on his arms the few times they'd accidentally been pulled off some how, be it bumps/scrapes or eventually Logan getting fed up w/ the illogicalness of it all and 'removing' the rest on his arms so that he could finally wear short sleeves and not raise more questions about his health.

The scales around the gills on his neck are more tragic, as they do regrow still, to keep his gills safe. He plucks them as close to the gills as possible, before wearing masking makeup & a high collar with a tie to ensure his gills never peak out from his shirt.

It limits his normal comfortable way of breathing, but hes been doing it so long that he doesnt remember what it feels like, and thus isn't bothered by it anymore, as his gills dont open up fully anymore unless submerged under water for a long period of time.

Why is he so insistant about thomas drinking the healthy recommended amount of water? Because if Logan didn’t, he'd suffer migraines and get sick from being dehydrated in easily less than half the time it'd take for Thomas or any of the others to reach

Why doesnt he ever go swimming with the others? Because if he did, there's no gaurantee his body would let him leave the water after refusing to so much as even soak in a bathtub for years at this point

Hell, his body might even go into shock at that point.

No idea how his reveal would go, but the idea of the others spraying him with water spray bottles when he is over-dry and resultingly irritable has been brought up as an additional idea by @this-is-ske(my lovely frien who lets me info dumb abt all my aus so we can shout abt them together) and my only thought is that Logan is spiteful and petty enough to snatch a spray bottle and spray them right back.

He often needs to spray himself with water, even if he’d had a shower not two hours ago, because his scales dry out very quickly and its sensory hell in combination with even the softest of dress pants.

But the years of neglect slowly turned his shimmery sapphire blue scales into dulled greyblue, as a result from being dried out and flakey and unhealthy for so long.

He tries not to think about it too hard when he's forced to look at them.

Remus wouldn’t hesitate to toss post-reveal(and post-recovery)! Logan full out into a fucking pool, or just hop into one and drag him in with. "Dry Fishies are irritated fishies, be like me! Get wet and feel better!" *Cue Remus eye brow waggle that reflects to the rest of his tentacle arms*

No but srsly remus and janus finding iut and going "oh HELL no" bc janus knows what its like to not take care of your scales properly and Remus knows what its like to dry out.

Imagine the additional angst when Janus finds out not only about the scales but the gills on his ribs and neck too, and feels SUPREMELY guilty bc of the crook yank he did

"Its fine, its not like I could breath out of them anymore, they just bruised a bit longer" *even more concerned and upset Janus noises*

"What do you mean you cant breath out of them anymore!"

" ..One day they just wouldn't open? Sort of like the equivalent of a stuffed nose, except that they never reopened because they'd fully dried out, I think."

"I swear to god Logan I wish I could strangle you," *cue Janus wapping Logan w/ a rolled up paper, Edna Mode style, lecturing* "One day! You'll understand! Self care! Is good! For you!"

Cue them finally bullying Logan into taking care of them but no longer hiding the scales as the ones on his arms start coming back, but still greyblue, bc at this point Logan doesnt even want to deal with the immediate headache of them learning right off the bat that they Shouldnt Look Like That. He doesnt even really believe that they'll ever change back to their once brilliant blue, thinking it just a fluke with their age or something.

It takes months.

And then one day he wakes up, having been sleeping in the imagination with Remus, having indulged in underwater sleeping as a healing therapy, made better only by the fact that Remus is a rly good cuddler, and his tentacles keep them both locked together in the water, *and* one anchors them so they don't drift away in their sleep.

Remus is staring at him, his chest to be exact, where new patches of scales had been growing to meet in the middle around the gills on his ribs. He looks down and notices theres an uneven patch of brilliant blue peaking out from the sea of comparably grey scales. Then he notes that multiple patches of scales are slowly regaining their hue. It doesn't take long for the others to put two and two together about sick fish with dull scales. It confirms Logan had been sick for Years, and was only Just healing to a beginning state of equilibrium.

For some comfort w/ all this angst, when Logan does see his blue scales for the first time? He smiles, he smiles so wide at Remus. Remus probably falls in love with the way Logan's gills flare out prettily in time with Logan's smile. Logans finally convinced to take care of himself, and the first glimpse of progress has him Beaming for Days.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #platonic dlampr #intrulogical #logan angst #luka writes #luka’s aus #platonic loceit #romantic intrulogical #ask to tag #hurt/comfort

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yunhostinyuyu · 3 years

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bunny, bunny

pairing: friend!yunho x fem reader

gerne: pwp (im sorry), uni au, friends to friends with benefits

wc: 1.8k

synopsis: when your friend and you ended up in a bed in between each other’s thighs, your friendship was in danger of being disrupted. thankfully, you two came up with a solution…

warnings: cock warming, public play, exhibitionism, grinding, descriptions of past sex scenes, use of pet names, orgasm control? a little praise and a little degrading thrown in too because why not

authors note: this is not proof read and I wrote it at 1am please be kind <3

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It was a summery afternoon, Yunho and you spend it per usual at the park near campus, studying for your final exams. The last rays of sunshine shining though the pine trees that spend shade to the entire space decked in greenery and flowers. It was especially quiet at this time, which was the reason you went there regularly. Yet the specific place in the very back spend and enormous amount of silence that the both of you enjoyed thoroughly.

But despite the breeze that fanned over your legs and arms, your insides were burning. As if someone poured hot chili sauce in your gut, focus not present and the notes you compared and tried to burn into your memory were wasted efforts. The burn inside churning your stomach in all shapes, trying to sit still - but to no avail.

Why? Because your friend right next to you railed you last weekend, and since then acted as if nothing had happened between the two of you. Never had you ever thought of him like that, but ever since it happened, you couldn’t pull your mind off it. It was a thought chain that disrupted every effort to study, reimagining the things that went down in his bed. But anytime you tried to hint at it or even talk about the incident, he avoided it, changed the topic, or even flat out pretended he didn’t know what you were referring to. And it was exhausting. You were even considering forgetting about the whole thing to continue on with your friendship and not to get the mush of sexual fantasies and your blatant neediness between that.

But still, you thought about it. You couldn’t not think about it. Never had anyone… fucked you the way he did.

“I love the way your boobs bounce, the way you clench around me like that- fuck, like that. You feel so snug around my cock, so good bunny. Just for me.”

Panting. Moaning. Maintaining your rhythm. Repeat. He stretched your walls so well, the constant dragging against your velvet walls make you go crazy. Orgasm pending as your legs got more tired, yet trying your best to continue riding your friend.

“Dumb little bunny, getting tired already? Don’t you want to cum?” He teased, seeing and feeling your struggle, releasing a incoherent chain of moans and complaints. His smirk still ever present on his lips, clearly enjoying himself. After a few more attempts on continuing to get your release on him, he rolled over to change your positions, moments before your thigh muscles would have given out.

“Bunny, answer when I ask you something. Do you wanna cum on my dick, huh? I guess you don’t want to then…” he provoked, knowing exactly what he was doing while slowing his movements. “Yun, no! No I wanna cum, please don’t stop, I’m begging you, please please please, I’m just a dumb little bunny. Make me cum, please Yunho. I need-“ he muffled your pleas with his giant hand, pushing his fingers against your tongue while snapping his hips harder then before, sounds of skin slapping filling the room. Crying as he gifted you with your well earned orgasm.

“Snap out of it, Y/N. You’re off somewhere in Dreamland.” his deep voice woke you from the depth of your naughty mind.

“Fuck- Yunho! Don’t startle me like that!” Playfully hitting his arm as you try to compose yourself again and at least pretend to study, so you can find an excuse to get home and take care of the blinding ache that was slowly bubbling up in between your legs.

Yunho got another book out of his backpack, flipping through the pages as he side eyed you again and again. “What did you think about? You’re been really distant today, I’m almost offended.” His voice sounded calm. And yes, he was right, you acted strange - but to your defense, you didn’t know what the late events made you two. Mind rattling without coming to a conclusion, you simply sighed and looked up from your study material. Rolling over from laying on your stomach, to now rest on your back and searching for Yunho’s attention.

“Yunho, I don’t - no I can’t anymore. You idiot make me crazy, all I can think about is you fucking me and I can’t get this image out of my head. And I can’t stand how you keep on pretending it never happened. I hate this so much. I cannot get over it, and you certainly don’t help with your whole spiel.” words hitting him square in the chest, and even while they came out more forceful than you imagined in your head, it seemed to work in your favor… well more or less…

“Bunny, bunny, if you want me to touch you, just tell me. I can tell by the way your thighs rub together…”

“That’s not what I mean Yunho. You’re doing it right now, again! You’re avoiding the issue at hand, and if you don’t man up I’ll leave until you grow a pair of balls.” You shake your head, denying your arousal pooling in favor of getting your point across. His features turned serious for a moment. Closing your eyes in frustration and hiding your face behind your fingers to avoid his stare boring through your skull. But before he said anything, you felt something along your legs-

“You’re too riled up. But let’s talk this though if it bothers you - which it clearly does. But before that-“ his fingers traveled up until they felt the damp material of your panties, moving it to the side to push his own digits in. Mentally cursing at your choice to wear a skirt today of all days. “- let’s relax. Please, just sit up.”

Trying your hardest to keep any signs of newly found ecstasy to yourself, one hand moving in and out of your hole, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you up from your lying position and bring you onto his lap. His chest pressing against your back, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. Whispering, only for you to hear “good bunny, now-“ he pulled his fingers out of you, which contracted a short whine from your end, and despite trying your best to play coy, you failed. Feeling a grin on his face as he continued to work you up. One hand untucking his half-hard member out of his sweatpants. Your mind went blank as you felt him teasing your entrance, hands searching for him to stop.

“Yunho, we’re in public, someone will see us. Please-“ you whine, slowly loosing control of yourself and almost grinding against him, begging for stimulation. Without answering, he slipped inside effortlessly thanks to your arousal that drenched your core. Lewd moans leaving you as his grip found your hips again, holding you close to him, while not giving you a chance to fuck yourself on him.

At this point all the built up composure was thrown out the window and you tried your hardest to get any stimulation from him, which his death grip on you prevented. “Stop clenching, let’s talk.” He commented, not letting up on you. Brows furrowed in confusion while glancing back at him.

“I didn’t expect you to be this needy for me in public. It explains a lot. But in all seriousness…” he started, and despite everything, you could think clear thoughts again, his rough touch comforting you in a way. “Let’s talk it through.”

Deep sighs escaped while chewing on the inside of your cheek. “You know, I don’t know. It was all so awkward since we… you know, did it. I don’t want to loose our friendship but at the same time my mind is filled with you. But not my friend from Uni-Yunho, instead it’s just ‘bunny looks so good doing this and that’-Yunho.” You found it surprisingly easier to talk your mind without having to look into his eyes. But your voice was thin and could break off any moment to turn into whispers.

“I’m- I don’t know what to say, honestly. Did I ever make you feel uncomfortable, or push you to do things you’re not okay with?” He asked out of the blue, and you shook your head vehemently at his question. His grip on your hips let up, feeling that his hold may cause a few bruises, but that was the last of your concerns. “Never. If it did, we would have never gone that far. You know me, I’m quick to reject people when I feel iffy.”

A soft, breathy laugh left him and you felt his warm breath against your neck. “I know. Suppose I’m lucky then.” Hands coming back to lift you off his cock, and you turned around to face him. Slowly sinking back onto him and finding his hands once you bottomed out.

You both were nervous about this, but nonetheless you were determined to get this topic over with, to come to a conclusion. A proper result to see where you both stand at.

“I have a proposal then.“ he spoke, hands leaving yours again to hold you and make you sink onto his boner once again, this time moaning louder than the first time, and a heat crawled up your neck and cheeks. “What if we…“ he guided you up and down, your hands frantically grabbing onto his shirt to deal with the sudden stimulation. Tiny groans tumbling from his lips as well, “Let’s keep this casual. Make it our thing. We don’t have to get caught up with any feelings or attachments. We can simply keep going as friends, and when… you know. We get desperate, we can play with each other.” He suggested while keeping a steady rythym, bucking his hips ever so perfectly, hitting your spots better than anyone before him did.

“Are you suggesting that we- oh fuck! T-that we… become friends with benefits? Mmmh- you sure about this?” trying your hardest to talk properly without drawing too much attention to your situation. Even if any bystander wouldn’t think you were getting off in public, your skirt hiding both of your private regions perfectly. Your sounds and movements would prove anyone otherwise.

Yunho slowly but surely slacked off and stilled his movements while staying snug inside you again. “That’s what I’m saying. You think you can do that?”

In all honesty, this newly found confidence surprised you, but it suited him so well, ever since becoming intimate with him. And having this side of Yunho, alongside a normal friendship, a friendship you cherished and celebrated? Where he still was that funny, yet slightly clumsy and sarcastic person? It seemed like a jackpot.

Breathily, leaning your forehead against his, and nodding at his suggestion. “I can. I want to. I mean, I wanna try this thing with you. Please-“

Suddenly, lips slotting against your own sloppily. Hands touching you everywhere, heavy breathing and panting.

“Let’s take this back to the dorms then, bunny. Be good and I’ll make you cum as much as you want. Sounds good?”

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#ateez #ateez au #ateez fic #ateez writing #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez suggestive #ateez yunho #yunho x reader

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weelittleweasley · 4 years

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love affair (g.w.)

prompt: a relationship with george weasley was all you wanted. but it seemed as though the two of you had two different ideas of what a relationship meant.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader, fred weasley x fem!platonic reader

warnings: cheating relationships, physical violence, tiny blood warning (literally one sentence), lots of angst, language

word count: 7.5k

author note: this is an amalgamation of me getting out of a very strange relationship six months ago, driver’s license by olivia rodrigo, and two ghosts by harry styles, so take that as you will. this made me sad to write. im so sorry. i also wrote this half tired so if it doesn't make sense, IM SO SORRY LMAO

Knees curled up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs, forcing your body into a coddled position as you sat upon the window sill. Forehead pressed to the glass, the coolness of it made your warm forehead ease with the sensation, condensation fogging up the window pane as your eyes stared mindlessly out of the window. Small mouth sounds fell from your parted lips as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. In the fog on the pane, you dragged your finger across the condensation, drawing little figurines as you attempted to distract yourself from your wandering thoughts that flooded with panic at the news you had received moments ago.

Your pointer finger drew a small heart into the glass before you ripped it away. The sound of a deep tenor rumble resonated outside as small water droplets began pitter-pattering down onto the window. The rain was soothing in contrast to your current state, washing over the lush landscape of the Scottish countryside that Hogwarts castle stood proudly on.

The rain renewed and refreshed the early autumnal landscape. Water struck upon delicate flowers and reached up to the pale gray sky, accepting the water gratefully. Like a stream in a forest, water rushed down the sides of the Whomping Willow as it twisted and shook off the rain as it poured down. The lush green grass absorbed the water, causing mud puddles to form in pockets across the ground. A smile creeped onto your face as you bit your bottom lip, thinking about how George would insist the next morning that you two go romp around in the mud, behaving like children. George loved mornings after the rain, the way the air was crisp, the smell of fresh dew, the soft ground beneath his yellow rain boots.

But with the thought of George, your anxious thoughts swirled in your mind like a mixing bowl. You took a deep breath in and repeated to yourself that you would not like to jump to conclusions. This could have been a misunderstanding and Patricia Stimpson had just conveyed the message incorrectly. But the churning in your gut suggested otherwise.

The rain came down relentlessly now, thunder rumbling like a snare drum as darts of lightning flashed far away. The storm was far away, thankfully, which put your mind at ease.

As a rumble of thunder rippled through, gentle knocks sounded at your door. Rather than getting up and greeting the expected visitor at the door, you lifted your wand beside you and with a gentle flick, the door creaked open just enough for him to push it open all the way.

Entering the room, George closes the door behind him. Without even saying a word, he knows you aren’t yourself. Something was troubling you and it was palpable. The way you curled up watching the rain trickle down the window as you followed it lazily with your finger. George sighs and walks towards you. “Awfully quiet today, aren’t we?” he speaks simply as he takes a seat across from you on the window sill, him sitting criss cross.

You peel your eyes away from the window and give him a gentle smile as your mind screams to tell him to leave the room, you need space. But when you look at him, your heart swells with all the love you can conjure in your body. He was your George. How could he have done something so unthinkable, but your heart still leaped at the sight of him? You pushed the thought away; nothing was confirmed yet. “Hi, Georgie,” you speak quietly. He scoots closer to you, smile on his lips as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead. “There’s just a lot on my mind today.”

George peels your arms from around your legs and pulls on them gently, making you wrap your legs around his waist as you huff, giving into his touch. Now, you were wrapped around him like a koala would be, his hands resting on your hips as he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. “Would you like to share with the class?” he jokes as you give him a look that tells him you were serious. He clears his throat. “Sorry, darling,” he smiles. “What’s bothering you? You can tell me...I don’t like seeing you upset. Especially if it is something I can prevent.”

How ironic. You rub your eyes with the heels of your hands as you inhale a shaky breath. “I received some news from Patricia Stimpson this morning,” you start as you gently start to peel yourself off of George. It didn’t feel right to talk about something like this while being complete entangled in each other. George gives you a concerned look, a little confused as to why you would be talking to Patricia Stimpson. “She saw something that you did that is honestly quite disturbing.”

Patricia came up to you this morning after you had finished breakfast in the Great Hall with George as you parted ways for the day, him to the library and you to you the courtyard. She had a look of urgency in her eyes as she tapped your shoulder and requested to speak somewhere privately. The two of you sat on a bench in the courtyard as she gave you a sad smile and revealed information that you never thought you would receive.

Your heart had stopped beating at the mention of the combination of names strung together in that sentence. It felt like your worst nightmare had grown legs and had walked into your life. The news slapped you in the face as you just stared at her when she told you, looking into her eyes that looked at you so sad for you. “You mean to tell me,” you breathily laugh, not wanting to even think that this situation was a possibility, “that you saw George and...Angelina...”

She nodded her head, sadly with a look of guilt on her face. She hated that she had to be the barer of bad news, especially since you two weren’t that close. But she would hate to see another girl struggle to breathe as rumors flooded in when she knew she could have helped prevent the situation. Patricia gulped and spoke, “Snogging, yeah.” The thought makes bile rise in your throat as you swallow hard and close your eyes. “It happened a few days ago. They were in the library in the back. I was trying to return a book and I stumbled upon them. The two of them both froze and Angelina then yelled at me to leave and I did, I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do,” she tries to reason. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

You shook your head and placed a reassuring hand on Patricia’s. “Please don’t apologize. You didn’t nothing wrong, darling,” you give her a weak smile. “There was nothing you could after seeing that except tell me. Thank you for telling me,” you speak as you inhale a deep breath, trying to understand how something like this could have happened.

George went to the library often, but he was usually accompanied by Fred or Lee to talk about the joke shoppe or sorts. He would have meetings every four days. If he had slipped away to do something with Angelina, Fred or Lee would have known. But what really stung was the fact that it was Angelina. Your first friend at Hogwarts. She introduced you to George. She helped set you two up. And now she was the one tearing you apart.

Patricia starts rambling, “I should have told you when I saw it, but I was scared that I had the wrong twin. That it was Fred and not George, but I could have sworn it was George. It had to have been.”

You speak, “Stop justifying things, Patricia. It’s okay. I’ll, um, I’ll have a chat with George about this I guess. Thank you, again, Patricia. I’ll...see you around.”

When you recounted the events to George, he just sat there and looked at you in disbelief. The way he looked at you with so much pain in his eyes made you feel guilty for accusing him of such a thing. You gulped down a dry swallow and told yourself you couldn’t cry, but that didn’t halt the tears from welling up in your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath. George still just stared at you in shock. “Please, Georgie,” you beg, just barely above a whisper, knowing if you speak any louder, you’ll crumble. “Tell me it’s not true.”

Your bottom lip trembles and threatens to spill out a sob, but it’s stifled when George pulls you into his chest as you cry into his jumper, taking it in your hands in fistfuls. You let cries erupt throughout your body as George rubs your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t cry, angel,” he coos as you sob into his chest, praying to whoever was listening that this wasn’t happening. “Shhhh,” he hushes you, gently prying you off of his chest so he could look into your eyes.

Looking up at him teary eyed, George cradles your face in hands, thumbs wiping away your tears as you tremble like a child after a sick nightmare. He pressed a kiss to one cheekbone and then the other, where tears fell before he pressed his forehead up against yours. “Never in my life,” he speaks, “would I do that to the girl I love.” The fear evaporates from your body as your shoulders relax and you let out a shaky breath. “I know Patricia claims it was me, but it was absolutely Fred. He’s had his eye on Angelina for a few weeks now. Nice to know that my own twin brother doesn’t tell me when he snogged a girl,” he teases as you giggle lightly. “(Y/N)...” he speaks, his voice trailing off, almost as if it were a warning. “I love you.”

His declaration of love felt more like a statement when he said it. As if you should have known. It was firm and pressing. You shook your head as you smiled lightly, sniffling. It was dumb of you to question George’s loyalties in the first place. He loved you fiercely. “I love you, Georgie.”

And for the first time ever in this relationship, the words you exchanged felt out of place. Misused. But you knew the words still rang true for the both of you after three years of dating. If they didn’t, you wouldn’t have your lips pressed against his right now in a gentle kiss, trying to mend what had almost been broken.

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A few days had passed since the rain and you found yourself happily walking down the hallway, hand in hand with George. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, making you laugh and slap his chest as he joined you in laughter. George squeezed your petite hand in his larger one before he spoke, “Freddie and I have got a team meeting in the library. We’ve got potential investors for the joke shoppe.”

Your eyes widen as you excitedly push his shoulder. “Investors? Geez, Georgie, why didn’t you tell me?!” you exclaim as he chuckles. “I’m so proud of you,” you beam, gently stroking his cheek before you place a gentle kiss to his lips. “Go on then, go do more exciting things,” you push him in the direction of the library.

George sends you a wink, “I’ll catch you after, alright?” He walks backwards down the hall. “In your room?” he asks as you smile and nod. “Brilliant.”

And with that, he’s gone as you shake your head and continue walking down the hallway. As you walk, you think about how that night between you and George had brought you closer. He wanted to be around you more, he gave you more compliments, he paid close attention to how you were feeling. It was like he was becoming a more attentive boyfriend. A new George, one that you could get used to.

You lazily walked through the halls of Hogwarts, chatting with people you knew as you passed. Now, you found yourself giggling as you stumbled upon Ron, linking arms as dancing down the hallway. You erupted in a fit of giggles as Ron spun you around and he chuckled. The two of you engaged in light chatter before he offered you a snack from his satchel, a bright red apple. “What is it with your family and always eating? I don’t get it,” you tease him.

Ron shrugs, “Always be prepared?”

You roll your eyes as you continue to walk, talk, and eat as you turn the corner and you furrow your brows. There was Fred leaning up against the wall, chatting to Lee about something before Lee threw his head back in laughter. That was odd. Quite a short meeting Fred and George had. “Oi!” you call out. “Freddie!” You drag Ron down the hallway to meet his brother and Lee as Ron throws a lazy arm around your shoulder, towering over you.

Fred turns his eyes and when his eyes land on you a genuine, happy smile appears on his face. “Oi, is my younger git brother annoying you?” he teases as Ron sarcastically laughs before punching Fred in the arm as Fred laughs melodiously.

“Piss off, Fred. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he sneers.

You turn to Fred again, “I thought you and Georgie had a meeting about the joke shoppe. I was just with him like twenty minutes ago and he said he had to run.” You were genuinely curious and also confused. You thought an investor meeting would take more time than just a mere twenty minutes if it was a serious offer.

Fred shakes his head and tucks his hands into his pockets. “No,” he speaks, brows furrowed, confused as to why his brother would relay false information to you like this. “We have a meeting about the shoppe every other week. Our next meeting isn’t for another week.” Lee looks at you, puzzled, looking back and forth between you and Fred. There was something wrong.

Your heart sinks and your mouth goes dry. Ron watches your face drop from an excited smile to the color of parchment. He places a cautious hand on your shoulder. Before he can ask you how you’re feeling, you speak up, “Freddie,” you gulp. “This is going to sound like a weird question, but I need you to be brutally honest with me.” Fred looks at Lee completely puzzled before looking at you. “About a week ago, did Patricia Stimpson walk in on you snogging Angelina in the library?”

Lee cackles, “He wishes! Angelina Johnson wouldn’t go near our poor Fred with a ten foot pole!” Lee claps Fred’s shoulder as Fred shoots him a glare, making Lee pipe down immediately. Now was not the time to joke around. And that really meant something when it came to Fred Weasley.

Your heart sinks further and your chest starts to rise and fall with anxiety. The big red apple that was once in your hand fell to the floor and rolled away. Something was gravely wrong. Ron peels his arm off of you, knowing that you need space as you anxiously look between Fred and Ron and Lee, trying to figure out where George could be then. If he wasn’t with Fred or Lee or you, then that meant he was alone. Or...

Fred looks at you and takes a step closer to you. “(Y/N),” he speaks, approaching you with caution like you were ticking time bomb. “Look at me,” he speaks, placing both of his hands on your arms as you look upwards at him, fear in your eyes. “Where did my brother tell you he was?”

Breathing heavily, you open your mouth and no sound comes out at first, just a squeak. Fred’s eyes soften, concerned for you and moment away from kicking his brother’s teeth in. His eyes coax you into trusting him with the information you have. Finally, you manage, “In the library, with you, talking about investments for the shoppe.”

Without another word, Fred takes your hand in his and speaks directly to Lee. “If George doesn’t come back to the room tonight, don’t go looking for him,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Ron, stay here. We don’t need more attention to the scene we’re about to cause. Or should I say, I’m about to cause.”

Before anyone can object, Fred and you are now walking, more marching, down the halls of the castle to the library to hunt out George. Panic and fear are pumping through your veins as Fred radiates pure fury. Fred and you were always very close, even more so after you and George had started dating. In Fred’s eyes, you were like another sister to him. He felt the overwhelming need to protect in a way that was different how George protected you. Fred knew the inner workings of your mind like the back of your hand. You were the first person he came to when he had a problem and vise versa. Fred was your friend and a damn good one at that. He hated seeing you upset, especially if he knew it was the doing of his own twin.

“Freddie,” you breathe out. “Patricia came to me days ago and told me that she saw them, but I didn’t believe it. He had told me that it was you and that you had a thing for Angelina for a while and I believed it because I have always trusted George. But now I-”

Halting dead in his tracks before you walk into the library, Fred grabs your shoulders and spins you to face him. “Listen to me, (Y/N),” he commands your attention. “I love my brother. He’s my other half. But something he can be that the guy who is down right dick. And if he did, or is doing, what we’re thinking, then he’s even worse than I had ever imagined. And that is on him.” Fred’s words bring you peace, but also a wave of nerves. Could George ever be unfaithful? Did the relationship have that many cracks that he allowed himself to slip through one? Fred’s brown eyes that looked so like George’s stared into yours as he gave you a smile. “You’re the best girl I know and George is a fucking idiot if he’s letting you go. Regardless of what happens in there, I am your best friend first and foremost. I’m here for you no matter what he does.”

You nod your head and sigh before pulling Fred into the tightest hug you’ve ever given anyone. With all your might, you hold him close as he sighs and hugs you back, knowing the outcome of this situation before it had even unfolded. Fred thought to himself how could his brother be so selfish, so childish, so moronic to do what he had done. There was no going back now. You can feel the hot tears stinging the back of your eyes, but you don’t dare let them fall. You were still clinging onto the last bit of hope before you entered the library. “Thank you, Freddie.”

His arms gave you one last squeeze before taking your hand in his. “Are you ready?” he asks, eyes genuinely searching yours for your answer. Fred was ready to go in there without you to confront his asshole twin and your once best friend, yelling and screaming. Rage was pumping through his veins, but he tried his best to conceal it in front of you. Fred didn’t want you to see him like this.

With a weak nod, you inhale a shaky breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you walk into the library and you feel your heart drop into your feet when you step in. You didn’t like the way the library felt in this moment. It was cold and hot at the same time and you felt stifled. But that didn’t stop you from chaotically walking to the back of the stacks to find your boyfriend.

You peer down aisles trying to find that familiar tuff of red hair, but all you find are diligent students reading, some joking around with each other, others peering through the stacks to find books. “Where the bloody hell...” you whisper to yourself, growing frustrated that you couldn’t find George. Your nervous energy was now being channeled into anger as you balled your first beside you.

Before you can flip around and ask Fred where he thought his brother could be, you hear a familiar low voice and girlish giggle from behind you. You look at Fred, your eyes wide and stomach churning. Fred opens his mouth to say something, but you are already walking to the back of the library to find exactly what you expected.

The red haired boy your heart belonged to was now pressed flushed against your once best friend, lips connected to each others as her fingers played with the hair that stuck up on the back of his neck. George’s hands were placed on her hips before running down her sides to squeeze her bottom cheekily as she giggled. You inhaled a sharp gasp at the sight, wanting to vomit at the sight of George and Angelina pressed up against each other like this. Your mouth hangs open as the detach themselves from their embrace, faces falling from smiles to sheer horror.

“Fucking hell,” you breathe out, the tears that threatened to fall outside now flowing down your cheeks freely. You feel Fred’s presence behind you as George and Angelina’s eyes dart between you and Fred. Angelina stutters for a moment as George’s hands fly off of her body and into his pockets. “So is Angelina your potential investor?” you ask, bottom lip trembling in horror as Fred steps right behind you, placing his hand on yours giving it a squeeze, letting you know that he is right there with you.

George steps away from Angelina and Angelina fumbles with her words, “(Y/N)-”

You scoff, “Oh, shut up, Angelina. You have no excuse. You were supposed to be my best mate, but instead you decided that you’d rather fool around with my boyfriend behind my back, eh? Some fucking friend you are.”

Angelina’s face contorts with sadness and guilt as she looks down at her feet, playing with her fingers. “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” she tries to defend herself.

With pure fury rushing through your veins, you laugh. “Well, I’d bloody hope you didn’t plan on it!” you exclaim. “I always knew you to be competitive, but not like this. This is low. Even for you,” you shake your head before looking at George who has guilt slapped all over his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but you stick up your hand. “Don’t even say anything to me. Don’t you dare even look at me. You’re a liar and a cheat and loathsome. I hope you’re happy. Angelina, he’s all yours.”

You turn away and let a hand fly up to your mouth to conceal your sob as you run out of the library with Fred draping a protective arm around your shoulder. “Come on, now,” he whispers to you as some people notice your state. “It’s over. They’re both done and that’s it. You can cry, darling, it’s alright.”

Fred whisks you out of the library quickly and the moment you step down the secluded hallway, you collapse into Fred’s arm as he holds you, brushing your hair calmingly. The sobs rake through your body, causing it to tremble hopelessly in his arms as he holds you tight. Seeing you like this filled Fred with rage as he kissed the top of your head as he allowed you to cry into his chest, holding onto him for dear life. You sob and mumble things into his jumper as he nods his head. “I’m here, it’s alright.”

That’s when you hear his voice. “(Y/N), please let me talk,” George pleads, pain evident in his voice, but immeasurable to how you felt in this moment. You don’t dare look at him, burying your face deeper into Fred’s chest as his grip grows iron on you.

“Back off, mate, haven’t you hurt her enough?” Fred defends you as he rubs your back. “What has gotten into, George?”

George’s jaw clenches and his fists bundle up beside him. “Piss off and let me talk to my girlfriend, Fred,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Please, (Y/N),” his voice changes when he addresses you, more gentle and coaxing as you sob harder into Fred’s chest. “I need to tell you my side of the story.” Fred laughs as you peel yourself from him, wiping your eyes, hot with tears. “There’s no explanation needed, dear brother,” Fred sneers at George who with a sarcastic smile presses his tongue to his cheek in sheer annoyance. “She caught you in the act. What are you going to explain? How your tongue accidentally found its way into Angelina’s mouth?”

George takes a step forward, challenging his brother. “Shut the fuck up, would you?” he bellows, anger in his eyes as Fred doesn’t back down, unafraid of George. You watch as the scene unfolds in front of you, still sniffling. “All of a sudden you’re interested in my girlfriend? You trying to scoop her up while she’s vulnerable?” he pushes Fred’s chest.

“Scoop her up?” he pushes back. “Are you mental? And if she hadn’t made it clear already, I’ll do it for you. Ex-girlfriend. She’s your ex-girlfriend,” Fred corrects his brother. “Not to mention, (Y/N) has always been my friend, even before you started dating. I’m not trying to scoop her up, George, we’re friends! I will always protect her! Especially when you fail to do so,” he spits at George.

That’s what sends George over the edge. With a yell, he sends a gruesome punch to Fred’s jaw who nearly falls over from the blow. “Godric, George, stop!” you yell out at he goes for Fred again, but Fred sends a punch to his twin brother’s nose as George stumbles back, blood trickling down from his nose.

People start to notice that the twins are now in a full on fight, grabbing and swinging at each other as they yell profanities at the each other. A crowd starts to trickle in, cheering on either side of the boys as you watch in horror.

“Fucking hell, get off of each other!” you scream as you grab Fred’s arm as he holds it up to send another punch to his brother’s nose. “Knock it off, you fucking dickheads!” you throw yourself in front of Fred as George and Fred catch their breaths, chests heaving. “Can we not make this a public affair?” you scream again, gesturing to the small crowd that has formed to witness the Weasley twins having it out at each other. “We can talk about this in private,” you say in a hushed angry tone to George. You turn to Fred and take a look at his face, no blood, but definitely lots of bruises and a split lip. “Episkey,” you wave your wand at his face, sealing his broken lip as well as managing to take away some of the swelling of his eyes.

Fred hisses as his face stings as it heals. “You don’t need to talk to him, (Y/N). He doesn’t deserve to hear what you have to say,” he sneers at George who takes another challenging step at Fred.

You hold Fred back again and hold a warning finger to George. “Don’t you dare. You’ve already hurt enough people today,” you spit at him who immediately retaliates. You speak to Fred with a soft, calm smile. “I’ll be okay. I can handle him, Freddie,” you insist as Fred gives you sad smile.

Slowly looking away from Fred, your eyes land on George as your heart breaks at the sight of him. He wiped his bloody nose on his shirt sleeve as he glared at his brother, eyes eventually trailing to you as his glare fades into a guilty look. The brown eyes that you loved so much suddenly made you feel cold and alone as you inhaled a shaky breath. George tries to offer you his hand to walk somewhere more private to discuss things, but you just scoff and walk past him, letting him follow you. The audacity, you thought to yourself.

The two of you walk into an empty classroom as you close the door behind you and leaning against it, arms folded in front of you as you glare at George. You could feel yourself wanting to cry again, but you refused to let him see you cry again. He wasn’t worth your tears. Instead, you let rage course through your body instead of sadness.

George gulps before speaking. “I never wanted this to happen...” he trails off.

“No, you never wanted to get caught,” you correct him as he lets out a disgruntled sigh. “I never thought you would ever do this to me, George. Nevertheless, do it to me with my best friend,” you shake your head. “I thought that if you didn’t love me anymore, you would at least have the decency to tell me,” you throw your hands up in defeat. George remains dead silent. “But somehow, you thought this was a better option.” He quickly replies, “It just happened, (Y/N)!” You furrow your eyebrows. “We were in the common room one night, studying for an exam and we started talking and then for some reason, one thing lead to another, and we kissed,” he admits as your heart breaks. So they had kissed before the time Patricia caught them in the library. This wasn’t a one time mistake he made. George had repeatedly kissed Angelina. Godric knows what else they did. “It was a huge mistake, (Y/N), and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You mean so much to me,” he tries to rationalize with you, begging at this point.

You just scoff and say, “A huge mistake that you did again and again and again. If I hadn’t caught you in the act, you would have kept seeing her, wouldn’t you?” George just shakes his head and gulps, taking a step forward. “Don’t lie to me, George...not again,” your voice cracks, but you refuse to cry. “Instead of telling me how you really felt, you kept telling me you loved me.”

George takes your hands in his and speaks, “I have always loved you, (Y/N). None of that was ever a lie.” Your eyes search his eyes, searching for a truth. Something to tell you why you should stay with him. But instead, you found nothing. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he whispers, tears filling his eyes as he truly feels sorry when he understands what he losing. “We’re just not who we used to be, I guess,” he shrugs his shoulders, trying to shift the blame on both of you.

Pulling away from his hands, you spit back, “No, you’re not who you used to be.” You shake your head. “In fact, I don’t know who you’ve become. But you’re not the George I fell in love with,” you take a deep breath in as George’s heart breaks. What George did really ripped your heart out of your chest, but this is was ripped it into a thousand pieces. Leaving him. “Goodbye, Georgie.”

George shakes his head, “(Y/N), please don’t.”

But you were already gone.

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Being without George for the first weeks of the breakup were difficult. You missed his touch, his voice, his eyes, his laugh, his smile; you missed it all. Even though what he did rung your heart out, there was a part of you that missed him more than words could say.

People took notice immediately about how you didn’t sit next to George during meals in the Great Hall or converse to Angelina in between classes. This all earned you sorry glances in your direction as people found out what happened. It was embarrassing, having everyone know exactly what went down between you and George and Angelina.

You tried to distract yourself with other friends and schoolwork and other hobbies to keep yourself from thinking about George. But somehow, you always thought of him and how he so harshly betrayed you. No matter what you were doing, something had made you think of him. It came down to the point that you had to distance yourself from Fred, your closest friend after Angelina, because just the look of him made you think of George. That fact that your best friend had to be the identical twin of your cheating ex-boyfriend was enough to drive you mad.

But after a few weeks of healing and distancing yourself from everything that reminded you of George, you finally decided you couldn’t let him prevent you from seeing Fred. Fred was not only George’s brother, but your friend and you were’t going to let that stop you. When you had seen him for the first time since you and George broke up, tears welled in your eyes, you missed him so much. Fred gave you the tightest hug and profusely apologized for his brother’s behavior. Fred was insistent on helping you in every way possible to move on from George; he wanted you to know that no matter what he would be there for you, no matter if it was his twin who had done the damage or not.

Fred along with the help of your other friends helped you get over George and move on. They helped you regain your confidence and have fun and you couldn’t be more grateful. Soon enough, George was the last thing on your mind. His presence in a room no longer made you sad, the mention of his name didn’t make your heart stop, and the sight of him didn’t make you miss him. You were over George Weasley; something you never thought you would be able to say.

Even though you were over George, you didn’t think that you would date someone else after four months after your break up. But funnily enough, you were. The relationship that had blossomed between you and Roger Davies started as something very innocent. You had always been friendly with Roger, but not very close. So when you had initially started studying in the library, you didn’t think it would lead to hanging out in the courtyard, to your first date to Hogsmeade, until your first kiss on the moving staircase.

Roger was so refreshing. He was gentle and kind and shy, but he was affectionate and loved showing you how much he truly cared for you. He would be in the hallways with his friends and spot you across the way before running over to place a quick kiss on your cheek before running back to his friends. Or he would see you studying in the library alone and then immediately find the chair next to you to keep you company. It was the little things he did that made you feel so loved.

When word got to George that you and Roger started dating, he was didn’t take the news well. Unlike you, after the breakup, George wallowed in his guilt and couldn’t stop thinking about how foolish and careless he was. He cursed himself for letting he and Angelina share that kiss on that late night in the common room. He hated the fact that he let himself come back for more when he had someone like you in his fingertips. Someone who loved him fiercely and would do anything to prove their love. When Fred told him the news about you and Roger, George sat there with sad eyes and dryly gulped. “Why him?” he spoke. He was sad, angry, disappointed, jealous at the fact that Roger had just scooped you up.

“She found someone who she cares for and who does the same,” Fred tells his twin. “You should be happy she found someone like that after how the relationship ended with you two,” he tells him as George just closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I know you miss her, George, but it’s over. You messed up.”

George just looked at his brother with the most pained look on his face. George knowing that he hurt you in a way unimaginable sat with him like a rock in his stomach. “It was the worst thing I ever did, Fred. I fucked up big time and I can’t fix it. I really can’t fix it this time,” he spoke, pools welling up in his eyes as Fred gave his brother a sympathetic gaze. “I really messed up, Fred.”

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Winter break rolled around and it would be your first holiday with Roger, but the first holiday without the Weasleys. The thought made your stomach churn. The Weasley family took you in as their own the moment they saw you. Molly and Arthur felt like a second set of parents and you were so grateful that you always had a home with them. You sadly smiled at the memories of the Burrow and the holiday season. You had spent the past four Christmases with the Weasleys and each year just got better and better. You had thought your seventh year would be the best yet, but you had to cast that thought away before you grew sadder.

Shaking away the thoughts of the Burrow, you smiled at the thought of spending the holiday with Roger and his family. You were more than nervous to meet his parents and his older brother, but Roger made it abundantly clear that his family was thrilled to meet you. “I’ve talked to my mom about you before and she is so excited to meet you. She says you sound lovely,” Roger kissed your forehead as you danced nervously around your dormitory room.

You gave him a nervous smile. “I just really want them to like me,” you shake your hands nervously as he takes your hands in his, laugh gently at your nerves. “I’m serious, Roger. I love you and I want your parents to know how much I care for you,” you stand in between his legs as he sits on your bed.

Roger smiles and kisses your nose gently. “They’ll love you because they know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Let’s be honest, though, what’s not to love about you?” he pokes at your sides as you giggle.

And he wasn’t wrong. Roger’s family was so warm and welcoming to you. Practically the moment his mother spoke to you, you saw how kind and lovely she was and how the whole family took you in instantly. You couldn’t be more grateful to have a boyfriend who had a family that was kind and welcoming like the Weasleys.

On the first night at Roger’s home, you laid in bed next to Roger as you played with the hem of his jumper. “My family bloody loves you,” he whispered to you with the largest smile on his face. You smiled wide and pecked his cheek. “I’m serious. You even impressed Chester and that’s not an easy feat,” he refers to his older brother.

You beam, “Your family is wonderful. Truly. I love them already and it’s just the first night.”

“It’s only going to get better from here,” Roger wiggles his brows as you giggle before he presses his lips to yours.

When the Weasley students arrived home from Hogwarts, they were all tightly embraced by Molly Weasley who peppered each of her kids’ faces with kisses, making them all lovingly groan. “Ah! Harry, there you are,” Molly beamed as she kisses the top of Harry’s head. “Good to have you back home again, my dear,” she spoke before doing the same to Hermione’s head and giving her a tight squeeze. Molly looked around the living room, searching for something or rather someone. “Where’s (Y/N)? Georgie, did you leave her at Hogwarts as a mean prank?” she teased before noticing her son’s hollow face and everyone tense up as Molly spoke of your name like it was You Know Who. “What happened, Georgie?” she looks at her son with a stern look in her face. She knew something was very wrong and she had a bad feeling about it.

George gulps before saying, “(Y/N) and I broke up, Mum.”

Molly’s face drops with sadness before looking at Arthur whose face resembles Molly’s. “Really? Oh my dear, I’m so sorry, Georgie. (Y/N) and you seemed so happy. How did it happen?” she implores as George stiffens and Fred sighs and rubs his face.

This is the part that George Weasley was dreading; the reason why you split up. Everyone else in the room was scared for him too, Merlin’s sake. With a deep breath, George said, “Um,” and swallowed hard. “I wasn’t a good boyfriend, Mum. I betrayed her trust.”

And that’s when Molly’s face dropped into a serious expression. Molly always taught her children how to care for others and always be loyal to the ones who treat you with love. George’s behavior spoke a different story. “George Fabien Weasley,” she shook her head. “I thought you knew better,” her heart broke for you and it hurt her to know that one of her own boys did that to you. “Your father and I taught you better than that,” she told him with a disapproving look on her face.

It was all she needed to say in order to make George feel more disappointed in himself than ever. He sadly looked to Fred who gave him a sad smile. Losing you was the worst thing he’s ever done. He not only lost you, but he made his parents feel disappointed in him. You meant so much George and he threw that all away for a silly fling that he could never take back. George nervously bit down on his lip before huffing his way up the stairs, needing to be alone with his thoughts for a while.

The Weasley siblings dispersed throughout the Burrow as they all felt the strange shift in the energy of the house. The house was feeling the weight of your absence. When everyone was in the Burrow, the home was full of life. But with you gone, it was like one piece of the puzzle was missing and wouldn’t be found.

As George opened the door to he and Fred’s room, the memories of previous holidays flood George’s mind. The two of you laying on his bed, him on his back, you on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair. He would steal kisses from you every now and then and poke at your sides, making you giggle wildly. George would hold you close in his arms and whisper how happy he was that you were with him. You would pepper his face in kisses, telling him how much you adored him in between pecks.

The memory made him smile as he entered the room, the more he walked in, the more memories resurfaces. He thought of the time you two watched the sunset out of his window, or the time you two laid on your back on his floor and reread a muggle book of yours, or the time he told you he loved you for the first time in the middle of the room on Christmas Eve all those years ago.

“You alright, mate?” Fred’s voice interrupts George’s thoughts. Fred gives is brother a sad look. “I know it must be hard this time of year, George,” he puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “But you’ll be alright. And so will she.” George shakes his head sadly. “Listen, George, even though what you did was still very wrong, you’re my brother and I love you. I’m here for you.”

George gives his brother a sad smile and shakes his head as if to say thank you. He looks Fred in the eyes and just shakes his head, “I want the best for her, Freddie. I want to be the best for her.” George has tears in his eyes and chokes lightly on his words.

Fred’s heart hurts for his brother. George rarely cried in front of Fred, he usually liked to be alone if he was going to cry. He didn’t like Fred seeing him upset. But this was too much for George to hide. Fred holds his brother’s arms and speaks, “I know, George. I know. But right now, what’s best for her is space. You both need to be away from each other. That’s what’s best for both of you.”

That made George realize that his brother was very right. As much as he hated to believe that you two couldn’t be together, George knew it was true. And he would have to be okay with that.

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Majesty Pt 10 || JJK

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre : slow burn,angst,fluff,virgin reader,King JK,future smut

Warnings : Jungkook gets a little jealous

Wordcount : 4K

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"What?!" Was the first thing your mother said, with a shocked look on her face, when you told her about everything that had happen yesterday.

She couldn’t believe that the King would do something like that to you. She couldn’t believe that the man that had sat in her home and promised to care for you just a few weeks prior would do something like this. She just could not believe it. He seemed so nice, he also seemed like he really liked you. "Are you serious? You better not be joking right now, Y/n!"

"Of course I’m not joking, mom! I caught them having sex. I saw it with my own eyes! Why would I be joking about that?" You told her in a annoyed tone. What Jungkook did last night really hurted you, even if you don’t admit it. You thought he liked you, but last night proved that you clearly thought wrong. "He did not even look sorry when I caught them, not even a little bit. He did not even apologize, mom. All he said was, that he needed sex and that I’m a dumb little virgin that doesn’t know anything about." You chuckle ironically at that.

Your mom looks at you with a sad expression on her face. You know she feels sorry for you. She only ever wanted the best for you and now you have a husband that is cheating on you not even a year into your marriage. "Oh dear, I’m so sorry!" She says, putting her arm around your shoulder and rubbing your arm comfortingly. "You guys are married. He should’ve talked to you about it, not sleeping with his ex mistress!"

"I know! I mean, he knew that I’m a virgin from the very beginning, he even said thats why he chose me. So why did he not talk with me about it? maybe we could’ve worked things out. But what did he? He went and slept with that bitch and ruined everything." You sigh. You don’t understand Jungkook. One day he’s being nice to you and then the next day it’s like he’s a whole another person. "I don’t wanna go back to the castle, mom." You tell her, turning your face so you can look at her. "You don’t have to!" She tells you calmly. She would never make you go back to castle, back to him, that’s not what kind of person she was. If you wanted to stay here, then you’re going to stay here.

You were on your way back home later that day. Your mom has asked you to pick up some milk and flour for her, since she wanted to bake a cake and was out those things. So you went and got them for her. You were carelessly waking home, when you saw the King and two bodyguards by his side, standing outside of your house. You really did not want to see him again, not after yesterday. But here he was, standing right in front of you. You were about to turn around and walk away, but Jungkook turned his head in your direction before you got the chance to even move.

"Ah, see who we got here! My wife that I have been looking for all day." He says weirdly calm, as he started approaching you. You grabbed the bag you were holding more tightly, when he got closer. Just seeing his face again made you angry again. You cannot believe he has the audacity to come here, to your home, looking for you. After what he did yesterday night. "Care to explain why you’re here and not at the castle, hm?"

You laugh at that, you actually have to laugh at that. Is he seriously asking you that right now? "Jungkook, are you dumb?" You ask him and he looks at you a little dumbfounded. "I think you already know the answer as to why I’m here! So dont act dumb and stop asking me those stupid questions." You tell him and start walking inside, to get away from him, but he follows you. Of course he would follow you.

When you got inside, you find your mother in the kitchen. She looks at you worriedly, obviously already knowing that Jungkook was waiting for you outside. She had told him that you weren’t home, when he came and looked for you. She told him that he should just leave and that you weren’t going back to castle with him, but he just shook his head, smiled at her and said "oh, she is coming back with me." And walked back outside to wait for you.

You let out a sigh and put down your bag. You knew that Jungkook would notice you being gone and you knew that he would find you. I mean, how could he not? It probably wasn’t hard for him to find you anyway. Jungkook knew that you would go to your mom’s home, where else would you go?

You heard Jungkook walking in right behind you. "Come on, Y/n, I don’t have much time. Just hurry up so we can go home."

"I am not going home with you, Jungkook!" You turn around to look at him. He’s starting to irritate you. "I don’t even know why you came here in the first place. I left for a reason! And that reason is, that we’re done and I’m staying here." Turning around again and getting the your moms stuff out of the back. Grabbing them with a little too much force than necessary.

He chuckles behind you, which irritates you more. "Aw don’t be mad at me." He says, leaning into you so he’s at head level with you. "Let’s go home, Bambi." He whispers into your ear.

You turn your head around so fast at the mention of your nickname, almost bumping your head into Jungkook‘s. "What did you just call me?" You ask him, with wide eyes.

"Wow chill." He tells you, putting up hands in front of him. "What did you just call me, Jungkook?" You ask him again.

He looks at you confused, not understanding your sudden outburst. "I called you by your name!" He explains. But you don’t believe him. You heard something different. "No, that’s not what you said!"

"Uh yes? I said, let’s go home, Y/n. - what’s wrong with you, are you okay?" He ask you, putting his hand on your forehead to check if you were sick.

You roll your eyes at him. "I’m fine!" You say, putting his hand away from you. "I just - I don’t know. I thought I heard something different." Shaking your head. Are you going crazy now? You probably imagined it, Jungkook couldn’t have called you by your nickname, he doesn’t even know your nickname.

"Okay so, if your don’t with that now," Jungkook starts, pointing his head towards the stuff on the counter, interrupting your thoughts. "Then let’s go home, now."

"I think you should just go home with him, darling." Your mom interrupts, making you both turn your heads. Is she forreal? "What? Mom, no!" You quickly say, but she shakes her head. "Y/n, dear, Jungkook obviously won’t leave without you." She says, looking in his direction and he nods, confirming her words. "You’re going to stand here till dawn still saying no. Just make it easier for you and go with him. He’s your husband after all."

Your moms right. You have to go back, even if you don’t want to. You’re married to him and he’s also the King. You should just behave and go back to the castle with him and avoid getting punished.

"Ugh fine!" You say throwing your hands up in the air. You cannot believe you just agreed on going back to the castle. You can see Jungkook grinning from the corner of your eye, obviously happy to he got his way again, like always. You just roll your eyes at that.

You really did not want to go back to the castle, but here you were.

You ignored Jungkook the whole way back to castle. You did not feel like talking to him. Even when he talked to you, you did not answer him.

It hasn’t even been 24/7 hours yet and your already back. You wish you could just turn around and leave again, but you knew you couldn’t. Jungkook would find and bring you back to the castle anyway. So you did not even try. When you got inside you saw Maria and a few of the other maids looking at you with a apologetic and worried look on their faces.

You did not like that all. You did not like that they looked at you like that, like they felt sorry for you, when they knew what he was doing all along.

"Do I have something on my face or why do y’all keep looking at me?" You asked them annoyed. They all quickly looked away and got back to their work. Making you shake your head.

"Don’t be so mean to them, Y/n. They were worried for you!"

"I don’t care." You tell him, walking up the stairs to go to your room. Wanting to get away from everyone. But Jungkook followed you. "What Are you doing?" He asked you when he saw you opening the door to your old room, you stayed in when you first arrived at the castle.

"Well, what does it look like? I’m going into my room." You say, shrugging your shoulders. Turning around again to get into your room, but Jungkook puts his hand on your arm stopping you. "This isn’t your room, Y/n, you know that. Our room is down the hall, you’re at the wrong door, baby."

You cross your arms in front of your chest and squint your eyes at him. "I’m not going back into that room with you, Jungkook!"

He tilts his head and quirks his eyebrow at you. "Why not?" Is he really asking you why?

You shake your head and laugh at him. "Jungkook, do you really think im going back into that room and sleep in same bed with you, you fucked another woman in?" You ask him, already irritated again. "Cause if that’s what you thought, then you thought wrong! I’m not going back into that room!"

Now Jungkook is the one laughing at you and you have to hold yourself back from punishing him in his annoying face. "The bed has obviously been cleaned already!" He says, as if that made anything better. "Now, quit acting like a child and come back to our room with me."

"No!" You shake your head. "Now, if you would excuse me, I would like to go back to my room!" You smile at him, opening the door to your room and quickly closing and locking it after you.

Jungkook stays outside of your room for a while saying that you don’t have to stay in that room and should come back to your shared bedroom and that you would regret it if you stayed in that room, but you ignored him and went to take a bath instead.

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It’s been a few months since the day you got back to castle. Jungkook and you have gotten a little closer again since then, but you still don’t sleep in the same room with him. You still did not forgive Jungkook for cheating on you. He hurted you and that’s not something you just forgive someone, you just try to not think about it as much, but that doesn’t mean you forgot about. Jungkook also hasn’t seen his ex mistress ever since that day you caught them together, which is good you guess. Everything has gotten back to normal again, you eat together, spend the day together (whenever Jungkook is home) you spend time with Leo, spend a lot of time in the library or some day you just stay in your room.

"Y/n, where are you?" You can hear Jungkook yell from a distance. Before he opens the door to the library and finds you. "There you are!" He says with a smile on as he starts walking toward you.

"Here I am." You smile.

"I knew I would find you here." He says, standing behind you and putting his hands on your shoulder. You smile at him at that. "But why are you here reading a book? We’re leaving in 20 minutes to visit the neighborhood Kingdom, shouldn’t you get ready?" He asks and you freeze. You totally forgot about that. Shit.

You quickly close the book you were reading and turn around in your seat. "That is today? Oh my god I totally forgot about that, I’m sorry!" You quickly say, as you get up so you can go and get ready.

Jungkook finds your reaction cute. He’s not mad at you because you forgot about your meeting today, he sometimes forgets stuff too, that’s okay. "It’s okay!" He tells you, as you both walk out of the library. "You should hurry up and get ready tho."

You turn your head and nod. "Okay." You say, quickly walking to your room to get changed.

You changed into a light blue dress and quickly did your hair. You did not want to be late, so you got done as fast as you could. Jungkook was already waiting at the door for you when you got down, he was wearing a beige suit with a few gold details. His black hair was shorter now than it used to be, since he cut it last week. You liked his new hairstyle, it suited him really well.

You arrived at the neighborhood Kingdom faster than you expected, it only took you like 30 minutes to get here. The castle was beautiful, a little smaller than yours but it was still pretty big. It was dark brown much, much different to yours, but you liked it.

One of the chamberlains brought you and Jungkook to the King’s royals office, where he was waiting for you.

You gasped at how beautiful the King was. When doors the office opened and you finally saw him. You dared to say he was even a little more handsome than Jungkook. His light brown hair was pushed back exposing his forehead and his beautiful face, he had lips so plum that you suddenly felt the need to kiss him. He had broad shoulders and was really tall, which you noticed when he got up to greet the both of you.

"Hello, I’m Kim Seokjin, King of Caspian. It’s a pleasure meeting you." He introduced himself to you, kissing the back of your hand.

You look down on your hand he was holding before quickly introducing yourself. "I’m Y/n, his wife." You say while looking at Jungkook to see him with a sour look on his face. "It’s nice meeting you, your highness." You say, as you turn your head around again to look at him. He gives you a beautiful smile, before letting go of your hand to greet Jungkook.

They quickly greet each other and get right to work. You just sit there not understanding a thing, being bored out of your mind. If you were at home you would leave and go hang out with Leo, but you weren’t at home, so you were forced to sit here and listen to stuff you don’t understand.

They finally finished their work later that day. You’re happy to be finally going home, you sat here almost all day, you really wanna go home now. You all get up to say your goodbyes and leave. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" Seokjin asks, when he got up. You and Jungkook quickly look at each other before looking back at Seokjin.

"We can’t - Sure." You both say at the same time. You thought staying for dinner would be nice, since he asked so nicely but Jungkook apparently had other plans. "We would love to stay." You say quickly, when you see the confused look on Seokjins face.

He nods and smiles. "Perfect! Then lets go down to eat." He says, "I’m sure dinner must be done already." He points towards the door, silently asking you to follow him.

When you look over to Jungkook you can see that he’s pissed, his jaw is clenched and his stare is intense. "Why did you do that?" He asks in a whisper. You don’t understand why he’s mad. "I just thought it would be nice to have dinner with him." You shrug. "We’re already here anyway, staying over a little big longer for dinner won’t hurt." You say, but your words just seem to piss him off more.

When you arrive downstairs at dining room, the table is already full of food. It looks so delicious that your stomach crumbles, you had food before you came over but eating again won’t hurt, right?

You all sit down, you and Jungkook sit down next each other while Seokjin sits down on his usual seat. Once you sit down, the maid immediately fill your plates with food. Probably a little more than you can eat, but you don’t mind. You all start eating and you almost moan once the food hits your tastebuds. You thought Maria was a amazing cook, but this food taste just a slight better.

Jungkook and Seokjin have a little small talk while you continue eating. "So when did you guys get married?" Seokjin asks and you look up.

"Just a few months ago." Jungkook answers for you. Seokjin nods before he continues. "So how did you guys meet? Did you meet her at you wife competition?" He asks and you nod.

"Yeah." You tell him. "I thought Jungkook would never choose someone like me, but he did." You smile and look at Jungkook to see him not even smiling a bit. You turn your head again to look at Seokjin again. "But yeah, that’s how we met."

"When are you planning on getting married?" Jungkook asks in return.

Seokjin takes a sip of his wine and smiles. "I don’t know. I would wish to marry someone as beautiful as you." He says while looking at you. "I wish I had found first instead of Jungkook, i would treat you so good."

You chuckle awkwardly at him, while your hair behind your ear. You did not know what do say to that - what Are you even supposed to say to something like that?

Jungkook clenches his fists tightly behind you, which you don’t notice. He cannot believe Seokjin is flirting with his wife right in front of him. He takes a deep breath to try to calm him down.

"Does Jungkook treat you right, Y/n?" He asks you suddenly.

You’re not sure what to say... I mean, he treats you nice (sometimes) "U-Uh yeah - yeah he does." You quickly say and nod your head.

All Seokjin does is smile at that and continues eating.

You left Seokjins Kingdom a little while after finishing dinner. You were glad you left. He kinda started creeping you out towards the end, so you were more than happy to leave.

You went to take a shower when you arrived at home.

Jungkook kept acting weird on your ride home, maybe because he wasn’t happy about staying for dinner? But you don’t understand why he had a problem with that.

You got out the shower and walked back into your room. When you closed the bathroom door behind you, you gasped and almost let go of your towel. Jungkook was sitting on your bed just looking at you. You did not expect him to be here, so seeing him here in your room startled you.

"When did you came in?" You ask him, as you hold you towel around you more tightly.

"Just a few minutes ago." He explains.

"Okay, why are you here."

He shrugs. "I wanted to talk to you, but you were in the shower so I waited." He says, as he looks you up and down.

You can feel his eyes on you which makes you blush. "Oh! Okay. What do you want to talk about?" Biting your lip nervously.

"About earlier - Come sit down." He says, patting the empty seat on the bed next to him. You hesitate for a bit. Your still naked with only your towel around you to hide your body from him, but end up sitting down next to him anyway.

You sit down carefully, while crossing your legs, not wanting to expose anything.

Jungkook turns his body in your direction once you sit down next to him. "Why did you not say anything when Seokjin was flirting with you earlier?" He asks you.

You look at him confused. "W-what do you mean? He wasn’t flirting with me, Jungkook. I think he was trying to be nice?" You say, which sounds more like a question.

"No. He was clearly flirting with you." He explains. "Right in front of me, that fucker flirted with you right in front of me! I wanted to punsh him in his face so bad." He says with a clenched jaw.

You put your hands over his trying to calm him down. "Well, it’s not my fault that he was "flirting with me". You say. "And why are you so mad about it? I’m your wife not his‘, I’ll tell him to fuck off the next time."

Jungkook shakes his head, while taking your hands in his'. "There won’t be a next time! You won’t go back there again, never."

"Alright, then don’t worry about it anymore. It won’t happen again." You tell him, looking down at your hands. You love the way your hands look together, they’re like a perfect fit for each other.

"What do I have to do for you to come and sleep with me in our bed again?" He suddenly asks you, which makes you look up. You weren’t expecting that question. You don’t know when your going back to your shared bedroom. You wanna stay in this room for a little longer.

"I don’t know." You shrug. He looks a little sad at your answer, which you find cute. "You can sleep with me here tonight, if you want?" You ask carefully.

He smiles and immediately nods. "I would love to."

You squeeze his hand and smile. "Okay, just let get dressed real quick." You say, before getting and grabbing your nightgown to go get dressed in the bathroom.

When you come out of the bathroom, Jungkook is already laying in bed waiting for you. You go and lay down next to him and he immediately grabs and hugs you from behind. You smile at that, laying in Jungkook’s arms makes you feel saved and dare you say, loved.

"Im happy we’re sharing a bed again." He says, giving you a kiss on you neck, creating goosebumps all over your body. You turn around in his hold to be face to face with him. "I’m happy too, Jungkook."

He looks at you for a while before he leans in closer, taking in a deep breath, inhaling you scent. "Can I kiss you?" He whispers against your lips and you nod. He leans in and your lips touch for the first time again in months. It feels like your kissing him for the first time all over again. Your tummy tingles and your heart beats faster.

Jungkook deepens the kiss while angling his head, propping his tongue against your lips, asking for a invite. You open your mouth after a while and Jungkook carefully slips his tongue inside, you moan once you feel his tongue against yours. It’s a weird feeling, but you like the feeling it’s giving you. Your body suddenly feels hot, wanting more but before you could do anything, Jungkook already backed away from your lips. You whine at the loss and Jungkook chuckles.

"I know how your feeling, baby. But let’s not rush things, okay?" He says, and you nod, understanding what he means. "Let’s go to sleep. We had a long day." He says.

"Okay" you nod, he’s giving you one last kiss before you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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