#earlier tonight my brother saw me coloring this

[anna-scribbles]

adrinette exes & marichat! part 3!

(part 1 / part 2 / part 4 / part 5)

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Noise Complaint (Chris)

Request: none

Warnings: secret relationship, semi public sex(hotel room), protective triplets, slightly possessive chris, degradation, filming/pictures, praise kink, daddy kink, getting caught by a fan, being found out by Matt and Nick, super rough sex, dom!chris, lingerie, choking, slapping, spanking, oral(male receiving), cum swallowing, creampie, facefucking, hair pulling, choking, maybe more idk

A/N: this was written when they were on the versus tour which is why it obviously mentions the tour

Y/n’s pov

We were going into week three of the boys’ tour and it was getting increasingly harder for Chris and I to hide the fact that we’re dating. Nobody knew, not even his brothers or Madi, who’s my best friend. At home, it’s a lot easier to hide the fact that we’re dating because Chris and I have always been super close, so us going to “hang out” alone wasn’t abnormal. Thankfully I was invited to go on tour with them since Madi couldn’t go this time, meaning I would have to share one of the two rooms with one of the triplets. You’d probably expect me to be sharing a room with Nick, which I wouldn’t mind considering he’s one of my best friends, but Chris had managed to convince both Matt and Nick to let him sleep in the same room with me by claiming he needs to cuddle with someone when he’s not sleeping in his own house. Since we’d usually get one room with two beds and the other with only one bed, neither Nick nor Matt wanted to have to share a bed or cuddle with Chris so they had “forced” me to be the one sharing a bed with Chris. Not that I was complaining anyways.

This was basically the only time when we could be completely alone however, Matt and Nick always had the room next to us meaning we could never have sex if fear of them hearing us. Luckily for us, the hotel we were staying at tonight only had rooms on separate floors. Currently, we were at the venue getting ready for the meet and greet as we just finished the show, everyone was still dressing in the color for their team. My color being red, I wore black cargo pants with white stitching, a red belt, a red corset top, and red Jordans, I paired my outfit with some silver jewelry and some basic makeup, adding winged eyeliner and red lipstick. As soon as I walked out of my dressing room, Chris pushed me back into it, “You look so fucking hot right now babe, I don’t know how I’m gonna control myself out there.” he said trying to go in for a kiss but I had to swerve it. Chris started pouting as I said “Sorry handsome, I don’t want to get any lipstick on you. We don’t want anyone to find out we’re dating, remember?” “Yeah, yeah, I just don’t know how I’m going to control myself out there because if I’m being honest, all I want to do right now is rip your clothes off and fuck you.” he said as we walked towards the door to leave.

We met back up with Nick and Matt as we all walked out to the meet and greet area and started taking pictures with fans. There was this one guy who came up to me and started flirting, I could tell that Chris was irritated but it’s not like he could do anything about it. “You’re hot, can I get your number and take you out to dinner? You know, maybe I can get you away from these boys and show you what I can do.” the guy said, making me slightly uncomfortable. Luckily for me, Nick saw this and came over to us “Hey man, can you not talk to her like that and move on to she can take pictures with non-creepy people? Thanks.” he said shooing him away. The guy did leave, but Chris still kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye to make sure nobody else bothered his girl.

After the meet and greet, we had all decided to go get dinner at a restaurant, and guess who just so happened to be our waiter? The creepy guy from earlier, and I think all the boys could tell he was making me uncomfortable. Due to this Nick ordered for me so I wouldn’t have to talk to him and we got threw dinner without an incident, well except for when we got our receipt, which had his number on it. I could literally feel the jealousy radiating off of Chris as we waited for our Uber, “Chris what’s wrong? You look super pissed off, are you okay?” Matt had asked him. “I’m fine, I just want to be at the hotel already.” Chris replied through gritted teeth making both his brothers give him a weird look before we got inside the Uber and went back to the hotel. Laura had met us in the lobby, handing us our room keys and telling us our room numbers as all five of us piled in the elevator. Laura got off first, then Matt and Nick, as soon as the doors closed Chris grabbed my hand, “I don’t like people flirting with you, I wanna punch them all in the face.” he said while rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand as we walked to our room

As soon as we got inside our bedroom, Chris pushed me up against the door “I want my fucking kiss now, you’ve had me so hard all day.” he said before capturing my lips in a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his hair as our kiss turned into a heavy makeout. He started pressing his body against mine so I could feel how hard he was before he pulled away, “I’ve been waiting to do that all day. God, Y/n/n you look so hot in this outfit, shit I never thought you wearing red lipstick would make me so fucking hard, you’re gonna have to start wearing it more often.” Chris told me. I had a little surprise for him, I had just been waiting for when we could get the chance to fuck on tour, I bought it at one of our stops after hearing Chris say I looked hot in red a million times. “Would you do me a favor?” I asked him in a seductive voice, continuing to speak after he nodded “Can you go stand in the bathroom for like five minutes, please? It’ll be worth it, I promise you’ll like it.” “Ughhh you know I don’t like surprises!” he whined. “You’ll like this one I promise!” I told him as I shoved him into the bathroom, I quickly went to change into a pair of red heels and a lacy red lingerie set before quickly reapplying some lipstick.

I sat down on the edge of the bed before telling Chris he could come out, “This better not be som- holy fuck!” he cut himself off as he stopped dead in his tracks a few feet away from me. “Do you like it, baby?” I asked innocently, he was at a loss for words, only being able to mutter out a delayed “Uh-huh, really like it…” as I stood up and walked over to him. Chris couldn’t stop staring at every move I made, I grabbed his hand and led him over to sit on the bed. He slid off his shirt and shoes as his eyes continued to scan my body, “Are you just going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to use me like I planned on letting you?” I said as I traced my finger across his jawline, tilting his head up to look at me. His lips were wet and red as he kept licking and biting at them and his eyes were so blown out that you could barely see a small sliver of blue.

Chris quickly stood up to take his pants off before sitting against the headboard, pulling me with him “As much as I love those heels, Imma need to take them off because you’re gonna be real uncomfortable wearing those in a bit.” he said making me take them off, instantly pulling me onto his lap when I was done. He grabbed the back of my head before smashing our lips together in a hot and needy kiss, he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip while pulling me hair causing me to gasp, giving him a chance to slide his tongue into my mouth. Chris suck and licked my tongue and lips, letting out a deep groan when I started slowly grinding on him, his hands quickly making their way down to my ass with a tight grip. He slowly pulled away biting my lip, “God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight! You’re gonna be so full my cum like the filthy little whore you are, gotta show you who you fucking belong to after that guy flirted with you today!” he growled into my ear.

I knew he was serious when he said I’d be filled with his cum considering neither of us had cum since tour started. I started trailing kisses down his neck and chest, disappointed that I couldn’t leave any hickies “Look like such a slut right now, wish I could take pictures and shit because you look fucking hot.” Chris groaned. I stopped kissing his body and looked at him from between his legs with an innocent smile “Who said you couldn’t? You can take videos of me sucking your cock or fucking me for all I care.” When I said that Chris groaned and his cock twitched. You could tell he was constantly dripping precum from the growing wet patch on his gray boxers. After a second he stood up and grabbed my wrist, dragging me with him before he grabbed his phone out of his pants “Get on your fucking knees for me, I’m taking you up on that offer.” he said while caressing my face before pushing me onto my knees.

He pushed down his boxers, stepping out of them before he tapped his cock against my lips, I quickly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out waiting for him to put it in my mouth. He placed his thick cock onto my tongue before thrusting into my mouth, pushing some hair out of face while I sucked on the tip. “Can I really record you baby?” he asked while caressing my face, I pulled off of him for a second, using my hand to continue to stroke him. “Yes baby, you can record it and take pictures of whatever you want tonight.” I told him before deep throating him, Chris let out a loud groan before he started to record me. I looked up at the camera innocently as I started sucking him off “Put your hands behind your, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little face of yours.” he said as he placed his hand on the back of my head.

I placed my hands behind my back as Chris started slowly thrusting his cock into my mouth, I hollowed out my cheeks making him let out a low groan. He started fully fucking my face roughly causing me to gag when his tip would hit the back of my throat. I started to whine and moan against him when he started fisting my hair and pulling it, the constant abuse of my throat combined with him pulling my hair caused tears to start falling down my face. “God, you look so pretty like this for me! Next time I’m gonna cum all over your slutty face!” he grunted out, making me whine around him again. I felt his cock twitch before his grip on my hair got tighter and he’s thrusts grew erratic. “You gonna let me cum down your slutty little throat baby?” he asked, I moaned around him as a response before his hips sputtered.

Chris shoved my face down so his cock was literally down my throat, my nose pressed against his pubic bone. “Fuck baby, so good for me.” he praised as he came before pulling out of my mouth. “Open your mouth for me.” he said making me quickly oblige, showing him my mouth full of cum. “Swallow.” I did as he said, sticking my tongue out to show him I did what he asked before he stopped the video. After he caught his breath he helped me stand up, “As hot as you look in this I need it off, right now.” he growled helping me take the lingerie off. Once Chris had helped me undress, he cupped my face in his hands to wipe the dried tears and mascara off my cheeks. Chris sat up against the headboard again, telling me to sit on his lap. He grabbed my throat to pull me into another rough kiss harshly sucking on my tongue, groaning when he felt my wetness spread across his cock, which was already hard again.

Quickly flipping us over, pushing my right leg up against my chest before slamming into me. I let out a loud moan as he gave me no time to adjust before he was pounding into me. “Fuck, so goddamn tight for me! You like being treated like a slut don’t you? Such a good girl.” he grunted as I scratched my nails done his back. “Yes! Yes, your good girl daddy! Please, so good!” I moaned incoherently. “Please what baby? What do you want?” he asked me but I couldn’t explain what I wanted as he was pounding into me so roughly and it felt so good. Since I was whining and moaning so much I just grabbed his hand, making him lightly slap my face. “You want me to hit you? God, you’re such a kinky whore!” he loud groaned before actually slapping my face making me let out an extremely loud, high pitched moan as I came around him. Chris grabbed my jaw harshly, getting closer to my face “Fucking bitch! I didn’t say you could cum, you didn’t even fucking ask!” he growled at me before slapping me again as I cried out, quickly becoming overstimulated. “Open your damn mouth!” I did as he said before Chris spit into my mouth making me whine “Fucking swallow bitch!” he said and I quickly obliged.

Me and Chris have never had such rough sex before but we were both living for it, not even registering the fact that we were in a hotel room and the people next to us could probably hear our moans. Chris suddenly pulled out making me whimper, “Hands and knees slut.” he ordered and I quickly did as he said. He pushed on my back making me arch it before he licked from my clit all the way to my ass hole, loudly groaning as he pulled away. “I’m gonna fuck your tight ass one day and you’re gonna let it happen.” he said before slapping my ass. “Chris please, need your cock back inside me.” I begged “You’re fucking greedy aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically as he ran his tip through my folds teasingly.

Chris then started thrusting into me at a slow pace, “Faster daddy, please!” I asked in a whine voice. He started thrusting quickly and hard, his nails digging into my hips as a form of leverage. Both of us were being extremely loud at this point since this new angle felt amazing, he had leaned forward to play with my nipples. He knew my nipples were extremely sensitive so he used that to his advantage, relishing in the fact that he was the only person to make me feel this way. With the combination of Chris playing with my nipples, aggressive thrusts, and loud groans he was letting in my ear were getting me extremely close to cumming again. “Mmm please can I cum daddy? Feels s-so good don’t stop! F-Fuck please!” I cried out making Chris let out an almost animalistic growl in my ear. “You can cum but I’m not fucking stopping!” he said moving one of his hands to my throat. I came around his cock for the second time tonight, crying as I was extremely overstimulated.

Chris pulled back to sit up straight again on his knees when suddenly our hotel phone started to ring. He slowed down his thrust, making me whine before going to pick up the phone. “Be quiet baby.” he told me, still slowly pumping in and out of me, Chris cleared his throat before actually answering the phone. “Um hello?” he asked confused, I started thrusting back against him causing Chris to completely stop moving and slap my ass harshly. “Uh oh okay, y-yea. I’m s-sorry.” he replied to whatever the person on the other end of the phone said before hanging up. Slapping my ass one time before flipping me over, looking down at me with a stupid smile. “We just got a noise complaint, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop. It just means you need to shut the fuck up!” he laughed before thrusting back into me.

Chris once again started thrusting into me but this time he smashed our lips together in an attempt to stifle my moans. These thrusts weren’t as rough as before, but they were still quite fast as we were both nearing our orgasms. We pulled away for just a second, Chris saying “Shit baby are you close? Because I’m about to fucking cum in you!” I just nodded in response not wanting to be loud again. He brought his hand down to rub my clit in fast, tight circles as he pressed our lips together again. After a few more thrusts, I was cumming around his cock with a whine, this caused Chris to cum as well. Filling me up before slowly pulling out, using his fingers to collect the cum dripping out of me only to shove them in my mouth a second later. He laid down next to me as we caught our breath for a minute.

Once our breath was back to normal Chris stood up before grabbing my hand and helping me up as well. My legs were trembling and it was kind of hard to stand but we silently walked over to the bathroom. Chris told me to pee while he turned the shower on, going back out into our room to grab our toothbrushes, my hair brush and, my makeup wipes before returning. We took a quick shower using the soaps that the hotel had in there before we got out. Chris wrapped one of the big white fluffy towels around me before grabbing another one for himself, I grabbed one of the smaller towels to wrap my hair in making chris giggle. “You look cute like that babe.” he said sarcastically as we got ready to brush our teeth. I used a makeup wipe to get the rest of my makeup off my face and some red smudges of lipstick off from around Chris’ lips. He insisted on blowing my hair so I didn’t argue and just let him do it since my legs were still shaky and I was tired.

Once we were done in the bathroom we went over to our suitcases to get changed, I wore an oversized shirt and panties while Chris just wore some boxers before we climbed into bed and went to sleep. We woke up at 7am as we needed to get back on the bus to drive to our next location, quickly getting dressed in some comfy clothes and brushing our teeth before gathering our things to meet Nick, Matt, and Laura in the lobby. Unfortunately for us, we walked out at the same time as the person from next door that made the noise complaint. We were just going to ignore her until she said our names, “Y/n? Chris? You guys were the ones fucking extremely loud next door?” she asked making us both blush and turn around. Chris awkwardly scratched the back of his neck before sheepishly nodding “Oh my god are you guys dating!? That’s so cute I love it! Oh shit did I ruin your night last night?” the fan said super fast.

“You can’t tell anyone about this!” Chris and I said at the same time, not wanting this to get out. “We don’t want anyone to know we’re dating yet, not even his brother know so could you please keep this private and between us?” I asked nervous. She agreed to do so as long as we followed her fan and main accounts on insta, which we obviously did before taking a quick picture with her. As we started to walk away, Chris turned around again “Oh and by the way, you didn’t ruin our night, you just made us realize we gotta be more quiet.” he said while laughing. We got into the elevator to go down to the lobby when Chris grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a quick passion kiss, pulling away right before the doors opened. Nick and Matt got into the elevator with us, Nick seemed to be oblivious but Matt gave us a weird look. “Why are you two blushing and shit?” he asked suspiciously, but luckily for us the elevator doors opened and we walked out to meet with Laura to go to the bus. Once we got settled in on the bus, Matt looked over to Nick before saying “You owe me 50 bucks, they’re definitely dating so pay up” making Chris and I blush.

“How do you know that? We’ve been so careful!” Chris exclaimed as Nick looked at us, irritated because he owes Matt money now, “I don’t know, maybe it’s the because she’s wearing your hoodie or the fact that you have pink lipgloss on your lips” Nick said. Both brothers started laughing but quickly stopped when Chris said “Well at least I scan do this more often” pulling me in for a quick kiss. Both boys gave us a cheesy smile as they were happy that we were finally dating before we all drifted back off to sleep.

[stardancerluv]

What the Emperor Wants

Part Five

Summary: Geta speaks with his brother. Reader speaks with a trusted servant.

Notes/Warnings: mentions of ownership, mentions of viewed gender (in Ancient Rome), discussion of intimacy, quote from the famous Virgil in is italics.

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Carcalla turned sharply, his eyes were slits as he looked at him. “How dare you?” He snarled.

Geta rose his eyebrows. “How dare I?”

“Yes. In front of what? Her? She is nothing.” Caracalla, cackled once again.

Geta closed what little distance was between them. “She is mine. She is my property. Eventually, I may or may not free her but still then, you dare lay another finger on her and you may learn to regret it.”

Caracalla’s eyes grew but then they narrowed again as a wet chuckle escaped his cruel mouth.

“Oh? Are you getting sentimental?” His lips curled. “Do you need to buy the ones you sleep with?”

“Silence your voice.”

Caracalla finally was silent.

He had better realize, he was in know mood for his games.

“I am having a dinner here tonight with some of those insufferable senators, you can stay or you can go out with your cohorts but don’t you dare cause another scene.”

“There of no concern for me brother. I will let you handle them.”

With a swish of his robes he left. Geta’s stomach churned. He had been so relaxed, so calm and now he saw red.

Going to one of the adjacent rooms, he went and sighed once in the cooler room. It helped to calm his thudding heart. Seeing one of the tellings of August going to Germania was laying on one of the tables from the last time he was there. He ran his fingers over the papyrus before unrolling more of it, letting his eyes drift over the words.

He’d call someone to read some poetry. He was in no mood for some of the long discussions those senators enjoyed having.

*******

Once back in your small room, you finally let the tears fall down your cheeks. You could never understand the sharp difference Geta and Caracalla. How they were borne from the same woman, always surprised you. You were reminded of the tales of Romulus and Remus, your mother spoke of. Though, you truly hoped that Geta and Caracalla would not end up like they did.

It was the one moment, you doubted that Geta could possibly lose in such an instance. May the mighty Jupiter keep him safe, you quietly prayed.

Carcalla was far more brutal, more blood thirsty then Geta from what you had heard and observed. You worried if things came to that, who would be the victor and what would happen to you. Now Geta protected you, but how long would that last. Was it possible that he’d discard you like an old, worn rug or put you down like a wounded animal that could not heal.

All these musings swirled around you as you sat there, still shaking after Caracalla pushed you across the atrium.

*******

Thy son in Italy shall wage vast war
and, quell its nations wild; his city-wall
and sacred laws shall be a mighty bond
about his gathered people.

“Yes! That is how is shall always be!” Geta held his goblet up high. “And my general, Marcus Acacius shall wield our finest steel and strike fear in all that oppose us!”

Cheers, sounds of agreement filled the room.

Relief had filled you as you watched the good humors and contentment in Geta, the earlier feelings of worry gone and long forgotten.

Marcus Acacius, bowed his head and smiled as he looked back up. “Thank you sire.”

You took, a sip from your own goblet and before once again resting your hands back into your lap. The poetry of the man known as Virgil and the savory food filled everyone. They were warmed and had a healthy flush of color in them. It was all this that brightened the room more then even the candles that were placed all around.

As you glanced up towards the inky heavens, even the stars were far more brilliant then recently. You were very pleased, to be sitting beside Geta through in all.

******

“Your presence had calmed and pleased Geta tonight. That may mean, he will come for you.” Aelia told you softly as she undid the ribbons that had held your hair in.

“Oh? Shall it hurt ?” A slice of worry cut through you.

“He is in good spirits. There may only be a temporary discomfort but if he wants to keep the good humors.”

Taking a comb, she began to slide it through your strands.

“He may make sure sure it is only for the initial moments. Just keep on breathing, do not bottle up your breaths.”

“Do we as women ever enjoy it or is that only a prospect of intimacy lay with the women who do these acts who charge ?”

You heard as Aelia inhaled. It made you happy pause and look at her. “What?”

The woman had pressed her lips together. “Thank you for acknowledging my woman hand. I am only seen as thus from my equals, you may or may not be aware but since our sire owns you personally, you are above me.”

You made a face. “No, I am not aware. I was just a girl who would serve and remain in the shadows.”

The woman gave a small smile. “Not anymore.”

She looked away before looking once again back at you.

“But yes, we can however that decision of that, is solely up to our sire. He may just want to expel his needs. I do not know.”

“Ok. Just like I had promised to him. I will follow his guidance.”

“That is truly the best.”

You felt as her fingers trembled as she continued to care for your hair.

******

The candles flickered as your door opened. You glanced over from where you sat.

It was one of Geta’s personal guard. “You are to come from me. Our sire, wishes you to come to his private quarters.

“Yes.” Was all you said.

Your footfalls and his echoed in the silent Domus. No other sounds could be heard. Such a contrast to the earlier festive and merriment. There had been liquid been been flowing into goblets and utensils and plants clanking on tables as food was ate and served.

******

The door creaked as he opened it. You walked in and flinched as it banged, behind you once it closed.

“There is the blossom of Rome, my blossom.”

Turning you watched as Geta strode in. A rich red, maroon of sorts were tied and flowed down from his waist. You had never seen his bare chested, his strength was very apparent. You had only seen that kind of strength reflected in the Gladiators that fought and battled in the arena.

“Evening, Geta. Thank you for your kind words.”

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[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 3

Chapter 3

After Colette accepted his proposal, Comte smiled at her. He wanted to kiss her hand, but he controlled himself. He wouldn’t do a thing without her permission. Slowly, he rose back up to standing, his hand still holding hers until he was completely upright before her.

“Thank you, ma cherie.” He told her as he slowly released her hand.

“Don’t make me regret it.” She told him.

Comte smiled. His bride-to-be didn’t pull her punches. Just as he remembered from that night before. “I swear to you, that I will give you the life you deserve and I shall endeavor to make you happy.”

Her cheeks seemed to color just a bit and she seemed to smile at him. “I’ll be holding you to that.”

Comte chuckled. He was then offering Colette his arm. “Shall we, cherie?”

She hesitated only a moment before placing her hand in the crook of his arm. “I suppose I’ve probably worried my family enough. Mother has probably worked herself into a tizzy by now.”

“We can’t have that.” Comte replied as he began to lead Colette back inside the mansion. Once they were back inside, but before returning to the parlor, Comte looked over at Colette. “You look absolutely beautiful. I hope you like the dress.”

The loveliest shade of red covered her cheeks. “Thank you…for the compliment and the dress…and jewelry. They are lovely.”

Comte smiled. “I am glad they please you.” I’m also glad to see how perfectly lovely you look in my colors. He thought, though decided it best not to voice that compliment just yet.

The pair soon arrived at the parlor, where Colette’s family was gathered. Her mother was leaned back on the fainting couch, fanning herself worriedly. Her brother was pacing the floor. The three residents he’d had attend tonight were close by, Vincent being kind enough to tend to Colette’s mother.

Comte cleared his throat. “Pardon me for being late. I had just gone for a stroll in the garden. It always helps my digestion.” He announced.

Colette’s mother and brother looked up. Both of them had been worried until they saw Colette at his side, her hand still resting on his arm.

Colette gave them a sheepish look before apologizing. “Pardon me for stepping out so abruptly earlier. I had just needed some air and then got lost in the gardens. Thankfully, I ran into my fiance.” She was pulling her hand from his arm then, knowing that it was time for proper introductions.

Comte had to fight to control how wide his smile became when she called him her fiance.

“So…you are Monsieur le Comte?” Colette’s mother asked as she came to a standing position.

“I am, Madame.” Comte answered. “And it is a pleasure to meet you Madame Wells.” He was then bowing, taking his future mother-in-law’s hand and kissing the air above it in greeting.

She seemed to blush as a smile came to her face. “Well, aren’t you just charming…and the pleasure is all mine, Monsieur.”

Colette was trying to disguise a laugh as she still stood beside Comte.

“I am glad to finally meet you, Monsieur le Comte.”

Comte turned now to Colette’s brother. “As I am pleased to meet you, Baron Wells.”

The two men shook hands in greeting. Before either of them could say anymore, Sebastian was coming in to announce that dinner was ready. Comte turned to Colette.

“May I have the honor of escorting you, ma cherie?” He asked, offering her his arm once more.

“Certainly.” She answered, placing her hand in the crook of his arm once more.

Napoleon, Vincent, and Arthur had already left and headed for the dining room. The young Baron was escorting his mother as Comte escorted Colette.

Once they reached the dining room, Comte was pulling out a chair for Colette…directly to the right of his chair at the head of the table. Her mother sat beside her, followed by her brother. Napoleon sat across from Colette, Vincent next to him, and Arthur sat across from Colette’s brother.

Sebastian pushed out the cart that held the meal he had fixed. He sat each dish down before each person and served their drinks before moving off to the side to wait should any of them need assistance.

They were all soon diffing into the meal. Colette seemed to be enjoying the food, a smile coming to her beautiful full lips as she ate.

“So, is this your first time in Paris?” Comte asked.

Colette opened her mouth to speak, but her brother interrupted. “For Mother and Colette it is.” He answered. “I have been here many times for business trips with Father before he passed.”

Comte was ready to reprimand the Baron, but was interrupted by Madame Wells. “Thomas.” She said, her tone one of motherly scolding. “Do you think perhaps, Monsieur le Comte was speaking to your sister?”

“Right, of course.” The Baron replied.

“What do you think of Paris, so far?” Comte asked, his gaze on Colette.

“I don’t think I’ve seen enough of it to truly form an opinion.” She answered. “There wasn’t much to see from the carriage window.”

“Sister…” Thomas began, his tone clearly scolding.

Comte spoke, interrupting before the Baron could speak any further. “Well, we shall have to fix that, ma cherie.”

Colette looked at him in question, though a smile was coming to her lips. “Oh?”

“Yes, any place you would like to see, I shall take you to see it.” He told her.

She smiled at him. “I would like that.”

The dinner carried on, Comte asking his fiance more questions…and her brother constantly trying to answer for her. A habit Comte found annoying. And It appeared Colette was annoyed by her brother as well. Everyone seemed to be annoyed with him in fact. And his habits only seemed to get worse as he drank.

After dinner was finished, they retired to a sitting room to chat and share some drinks. “This evening has truly been lovely, Monsieur le Comte.” Madame Wells spoke. “I truly feel welcome and you have such a lovely home.”

Comte smiled. “Thank you. I hope you have all found everything to your liking.”

“Oh, quite to our liking and then some.” Madame Wells answered.

“Yes, honestly we were quite surprised when we arrived.” Baron Wells spoke up.

“Why were you so surprised?” Comte asked.

“It’s just, with our dear Co…”

Madame Wells elbowed her son in the ribs and Colette shot her brother a glare before turning back to Comte. “I believe my brother is referring to… well our station.” She said.

Comte smiled at her. Clearly her brother was getting ready o say something about her and yet she easily stepped in and with grace, stopped him from saying something so stupid. And something he was certain was quite rude.

“Your station matters not to me.” Comte replied.

“That is truly generous of you, Monsieur le Comte.” Madame said. She then leaned over to her daughter. “It seems you have found yourself a truly generous fiance.”

“He is very generous.” Vincent spoke up. “Letting us all live here and supporting us as we work for our passions.”

“That’s our Comte, generous to a fault.” Arthur added. “Old Wolfie appreciates him. He’ll be playing music for the reception, won’t he?”

“Yes, he will.” Comte replied.

Colette looked at Comte. “Just…how many residents do you have here?” She asked.

“A few.” Comte answered. “There is Isaac, a scientist. Very brilliant man. There is Dazai, a writer. Jean, a former soldier now a swordsmith. Wolfram, as Arthur mentioned who is a musician. And Vincent’s younger brother Theo, who is an art dealer. And then a long time family friend, Leonardo.”

“That is a houseful.” Madame Wells commented.

“As if I am a stranger to that with my five younger siblings.” Colette replied.

“Some of the others keep to themselves.” Napoleone said. “Others are busy and you won’t see them very much.”

“Of course, we’re all attending the wedding and reception.” Arthur said. “We still have bets going on if you’ll end up changing your mind and leaving Comte at the altar.”

As the night went on, Comte could see some of the tension and anxiety Colette carried began to ease. Though she still seemed to have some tension…though it seemed to stem from her brother. He noticed she would seem to be relaxing and then her brother would do or say something and that tension would return.

When the hour became too late, they all began to retire to their rooms for the evening. When Colette rose to head for her room, Comte took her hand and looked into her eyes.

“Good night and sleep well, ma cherie.” He told her before kissing the air above her hand.

“Good night…” She replied, a lovely flush on her cheeks once more.

Colette…

After dinner and everything, I retired to my room for the evening. Mother helped me to change out of my dress and into my nightgown.

“Monsieur le Comte seems to be quite kind and handsome.” Mother said as she stood behind me, brushing my hair.

“Well, I can’t deny that.” I replied.

“What happened when you ran into him in the garden? You seem to be much calmer than when you left.”

“We talked.” I answered. “And…he promised me that he would be good to me…and I don’t know what it was, but, I felt like he was being sincere.”

“Well, I am glad that things seem to have worked out.” Mother said.

Mother braided my hair before bidding me goodnight and heading to her own room. I was getting ready to settle in when I heard a knock on my door. “Sister, open up.”

I sighed as I tied my robes closed and opened the door a crack for my brother. “What is it?”

“We have to…talk.” He said as he leaned forward, having a hard time standing.

“You’re drunk, Brother. Go to bed and sleep it off. We can talk in the morning.”

“I just…wanted to remind you how important…this marriage is for our family.” He told me. “Don’t screw it up like you did…with previous suitors.”

I glared at him. I never screwed anything up. But it would forever be my fault in his eyes. “Just go to bed, Brother.” I was then closing my door and locking it.

I let out a huff and headed for my luggage. I pulled out one of the few books I had and made my way over to a window seat. If I couldn’t sleep, I may as well read until I could fall asleep.

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hi love !! idk if ur taking requests rn but would u be open to writing a chris x reader imagine ?? my idea is that he sees her walk past when she's with her friends and he's with his brothers, but runs back to talk to her / get her number. i hope ur doing good !! <3

Unknown Number (Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: request

a/n: HEY I am SO so sorry for having you wait for this for 6 million years😭 highschool is so heavy and I'm so busy on the weekends that i hardly have time to do this! BUT i hope you like this, this was really fun to write since it's in Chris's pov so anywho enjoy !!

warnings: cussing 😍

Chris's POV

I smile as little kids run past, blowing bubbles and holding cotton candy. Bright colorful lights flash around my brothers and I in the dark of the night at the carnival.

Nick, Matt, and I haven't been to a carnival in so long, and it was open tonight for only a few tickets per ride.

"We should go on the zipper," Matt suggests, pointing up at the tall coaster.

"Uh, sure," I say, scratching my neck with a nervous laugh, never having trusted the quickly put together carnival rides.

We all go to stand in the line, and I look around, a little bored of the long line. I glance over at a crowd of girls, and that's when I see her.

The neon pink lights shine on her hair, lighting it up beautifully. Her features are so perfectly proportioned. My breath is practically torn from my lungs at the sight if her, and I know I need to meet her.

I begin walking towards her without warning, almost in a daze. All of a sudden, I get yanked back by the hood of my sweatshirt. "Where the fuck are you going?" Matt asks me, turning me towards him.

"Get off of me dude," I say, shrugging out of his grip. I frantically turn back, searching for the girl in the crowd. "What the fuck," I groan, catching no sight of her. I whirl around, my eyes straining to find her.

"What the hell?" Matt says, lifting an eyebrow. "What's gotten into you?"

I ignore him as I head back into the crowd, searching for the girl that caught my eye. I turn a few corners, and finally see her again. She's facing away from me, looking up at the huge ferris wheel.

I feel a sudden spike of nervousness at the thought of approaching her, then remember that if I don't ask for her number now, I'll never see her again.

I walk up to her.

I stand behind her for a few moments, then realize that I look like a fucking creep. Deciding that having her weirded out by me is worse than being turned down, I gently tap her arm once.

"Hey- uh, I mean, excuse me," I say, sheepishly smiling. The girl turns, still smiling. I notice her pupils dilate when she looks at me, making my breath hitch as butterflies swarm my stomach. I realize I've been staring for a moment, and snap out of my daze. "Um, I noticed you from far away, and uh, I was wondering if maybe I could have your number?" I ask nervously.

She grins, and I almost fall to my knees. "Oh, I saw you earlier too! I was hoping you'd ask," she says as she gets out her phone. "What's your name?"

"Um, Chris," I reply, smiling. "What's yours?"

"Y/n," she answers.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl," I say without even fucking thinking. Why am I so fucking corny? I curse myself. To my relief, she laughs, and gets out her phone.

"Here, type in your number, Chris." My hands shake as I type in my phone number. I hand her back her phone, and she types for a few moments before I feel a buzz in my pocket. I open my phone and see a notification from an unsaved number, reading: 'Hey Chris!'.

I look back to her and smile. "D-Do you want to go on a date?" I ask stupidly. "I mean, sometime this week? Are you free on Friday?"

She nods. "Yeah, I'm free. Is five in the evening good for you? You can pick the place."

I swallow thickly. "Yeah, I'll pick you up then." I gaze at her for a moment before her friends call her name. She turns to look at them, then turns back to me.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" She says with a kind grin.

"Yeah," I say, and she walks back to her friends. I stand there for a moment before heading back to where I left Matt and Nick.

I find the Zipper to see them getting off of the ride. "Hey, where the hell did you go?" Nick asks.

"And what's got you cheesin' so hard?" Matt asks, laughing. I didn't even realize I was grinning until now.

"Shut the fuck up," I say, rolling my eyes.

"That's a lot of attitude coming from someone who's face looks like a tomato right now. Seriously, what happened while we were on the ride?" Nick says, laughing as well.

"I'll tell you later," I say, pulling out my phone after I feel it buzz. My screen is lit up with a text message.

Unknown Number

I can't wait to see you on Friday!

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a/n: did I eated😍

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Metal Bat x Fem!Reader 🍋

A scenario in which reader finds themselves with a rare moment alone with their hero boyfriend, Metal Bat(Baddo) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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You couldn’t wait for school to be done, your boyfriend had texted you earlier saying to come by his place for a special date night. Little did he know just how special it was about to be.

Packing your bag and tidying the rest of your belongings, you made your way to the gates of your school only to be surprised by the love of your life.

“Hey darlin, I hope you’re ready for our date tonight,” he said wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and giving you a light kiss on the check.

“Is Zenko going to be joining us?”

“No, we got the whole place to ourselves. So i was thinkin’ maybe grab some food to go and make the most of it,” he said with a small smile.

There was just idle chitchat on the way to the ramen shop nearest his house, talking about his day of slaying monsters and your day of wanting to yeet yourself out a window from listening to your maths teacher drone on and on about nonsensical equations. Maybe the slight scolding from you towards Metal Bat for once again ditching. He whined about how he can’t be a supportive big brother, a hero, and a boyfriend without some sacrifices. You chuckled and looked at him with a soft smile squeezing his hand slightly, both of you opting to walk to his house in blissful silence.

Sometimes you were amazed with how you scored a Class-S hero as your boyfriend, you two were complete opposites. You were more soft spoken, gentle, and had the body strength of a singular dry noodle, while Bat was loud, intense, and had muscles chiseled out by the gods themselves.

There was many a night you couldn’t sleep due to dreaming about what it would be like to finally give yourself to your lover, you thought about the way his body would look and more importantly what his cock looked like, the length and girth, if he was more veiny or not. The way he would feel stretching out your tight, wet, virgin pussy.

“Ya good babe?” He asked. Uh-oh, you didn’t realize you had slipped off into a daydream, a slight blush forming on your face as you stepped through the gate.

“Yeah, just lost in thought,” what you wanted to say was more so along the lines of *no, i need you to ravish my whole being, take me and make me yours* but you were trying to play it cool. He absolutely saw right through your bravado. (What? You didn’t think you were alone in these feelings right?)

Metal Bat also had a dirty secret of his own, one involving using his hand and his own dirty thoughts about what you looked like underneath your school uniform. The nights he was too horny to sleep, he would often think about you, how your soft your breasts would feel opposed to his rough and calloused hands, how your pussy would feel and he pumps his hard cock in and out of you. How tight your walls would grip his dick as you come undone around him.

After taking off your shoes and putting the few bags on the kitchen counter, you made your way to the bathroom to change in privacy. Thankfully you remembered to bring the lingerie you had bought to school with you. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but the way the light blue coloring complimented your hair, skin, and eye color, you just couldn’t pass it up. Plus it was like five dollars on the clearance rack. You put on some old sweatpants and shirt Baddo had given you a while back and made your way to the living room.

You walked in to see Baddo spread out on the couch, already having a program on tv to watch while eating. While you did enjoy spending time with him like this, your thoughts from earlier still had you feeling hot and bothered. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel on top of you, how soft his chest would feel against yours. You hoped the lacey bodysuit wouldn’t get ripped apart since he was known to be pretty impatient.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, taking in your small frame, wondering how your baked body would feel pressed against his. How absolutely debauched your perfect face would look in wanton pleasure. How desperately he wanted to be the source of your moans, and how much he wanted to make you scream his name.

“Hey Baddo,” you spoke first, breaking the silence.

“Ya?”

“I… I really want to fuck you,” you were surprised at your own boldness, but you had literally been dreaming about this man destroying you in the best ways possible.

“Yer serious?”

“Absolutely, i want you to be my first,” a blush spreading across your face.

He pick you up bridal style and carried you into his bedroom. Laying you on your back he hovered over you, peppering your face and neck with kisses while one hand was slowly reaching the bottom of your shirt. With a look and a nod from you he kept going, gently lifting it up and up until he hit a different fabric.

“What the hell is this?”

“Guess you’ll just have to keep going and find out.”

He kept dragging the cotton fabric over you until adjusting you to fully take it off, next thing to go was your sweatpants until the sheer lacey fabric of the bodysuit was all that covered your body. It was a shame to not leave it on but you shuffled it off so that it wasn’t in the way later.

“Holy shit, yer fuckin’ perfect babe,” he said nearly breathlessly, eyes not looking away from your body even as he got up to take off his own clothing. You could see his dick struggling against the confines of his boxers, and audibly gasped when it sprung out of it’s prison. He was a lot bigger than you imagined, you were almost concerned with not being able to walk afterwards. Almost.

“Like what ya see?” He coyly asked, taking his place on top you. Dipping his fingers into your soaking folds, his breath hitched. “Damn, yer already so wet for me babe. Are you ready?” He asked, eyes filled with lust and concern.

“Yes, please take me,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck as he lined up his cock with your soaking pussy.

You could feel him shudder in excitement as he slowly started pushing into you. His eyes scanning your face for any sign that you might want to stop.

“Holy shit, yer so tight,” he moaned out.

“Fuck, your cock is so big,” you were moaning, but aware of the foreign feeling in the pit of your abdomen. It didn’t really hurt, it just felt a little weird as you didn’t really know what it would feel like.

You couldn’t control your moans as he buried himself all the way to the hilt. Begging him to pick up the pace, he obliged your request. His own moans matching the volume of yours, neighbors be damned.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning filled his room.

“Fuck babe, I love hearing the sounds you make. Yer so fuckin perfect, and yer all mine.” The only reply you could muster was yet more moans as you felt that almost fiery knot grow.

“You’re.. you’re going…to…make me cum,” you sputtered out between moaning his name.

“Then be a good girl and cum for me. Ya dont know how much i wanna feel yer little pussy squeeze my cock as ya cum baby.”

That was all you needed to let go. Shaking and practically screaming his name, you came hard around him. He wasn’t too far behind you, picking up his pace and his thrusting becoming erratic. Groaning and and moaning your name he pulled out and came all over your stomach. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed some tissues and cleaned his mess off you before laying down next to you

“I didn’t go too hard did I?”

“No, you felt absolutely amazing. I love you so much Baddo,” you said still trying to catch your breath.

“I love you too,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

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The Vault in Our Stars (Band of Brothers Olympics AU) - Chapter Two

Thanks to @mercurygray for letting me borrow Marj and Eileen for this chapter and the wonderful suggestions and editing help (any mistakes are entirely my own) and for @shoshiwrites for always seeming to like my favorite parts of things I write. Enjoy! And here's a link to Chapter One if you missed it.

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Four days before Opening Ceremony

Breakfast tray in hand, Carwood found a table in a quiet corner of the cafeteria. He took a much-needed sip of coffee and enjoyed the silence. The team had been eating their meals together since arriving in Paris. But Dick had an early interview this morning, George and Tab decided to sleep in, and Harry was nowhere to be found, meaning he was probably with Kitty. 

The tension between the guys had lessened after Dick returned to the room last night, but the words from earlier in the day still echoed among the group. Carwood hated conflict, and the stress he felt between his teammates wasn’t helping his concentration. He looked forward to a quiet breakfast, without George cracking jokes or Tab talking about their next TikTok video or Dick being judgmental about what was on his plate. 

“Mind if I sit here?”

He looked up and saw a tall woman - well, taller than him, anyways - with honey-colored hair styled in a wavy bob wearing the warmups issued to the American athletes. 

He nodded and smiled, trying to look polite despite feeling slightly disappointed at the thought of having to make small talk with a stranger. He really did want to meet fellow athletes, but he wouldn’t have minded waiting until after some caffeine kicked in.

“Marjorie Gordon, rugby,” she introduced herself while placing her napkin on her lap. “But call me Marj.”

“Carwood Lipton, gymnastics,” he replied. 

“Oh, the other NixWorks team! Blanche Nixon started sponsoring us last year. She’s done so much for us,” she said before digging into her oatmeal. 

“Yeah, Lew’s been great for us, too,” Carwood agreed. He was still getting to know their corporate sponsor. Calling him by his first name felt strange but calling him Mr. Nixon felt even stranger. Lew wasn't much older than Dick, and Lew himself had already made all the jokes about the name Nixon. He’d forgotten there was a sister.

“I don’t think it hurts that Blanche has a thing for our captain, Connie.” Carwood’s eyebrows raised at Marj’s admission, but he said nothing. “Connie’s too focused to even notice, but maybe she’ll realize after the games are over.”

He tried to think of something to say, but she beat him to it. “When does your competition start?” 

“Two days after the opening ceremonies. How about you?”

“We’ve already started pool play,” she said, like this would mean something to him. He nodded and tried to look like he knew what that meant. “We had a match yesterday, and we have another one tonight.”

“Did you win?” he asked as he cut into an egg. 

“Of course!” she said, assuredly. “We’re here to put USA women’s rugby on the map.” She took another bite of her oatmeal and seemed to study him for a moment. “So, are you an all-rounder or a specialist, and what’s your favorite apparatus?” She smiled at his confusion. “I studied sports medicine in college - did a whole internship with our gymnastics team. I couldn’t do any of it but it’s beautiful to watch.”

The way she said beautiful made him nervous for a moment. Carwood explained that, yes, he was an all-arounder, meaning he competed in all six events, but pommel horse was his favorite. 

She gasped. “I love pommel! The physics of it all amazes me,” she explained. 

“Don’t tell me, physics was your second major.” He couldn’t help himself. The joke just tumbled out.

She grinned. “No, but maybe it should have been. At the end of the day, rugby’s all about forces and objects.”

“I’m studying engineering,” he said.

And their conversation took off after that. Marj didn’t let up with the questions, and she learned where he was from (West Virginia), what he thought about his team (“they’re great guys, but they can be …a lot”), what he liked to read (military history, especially World War II), and she didn’t get weird when he mentioned his dad died in a car accident when he was ten. 

“Did the network ask you about that when they interviewed you for your profile piece?” It was no secret that viewers loved human interest angles, and stories of perseverance over loss resonated the most, even with people who didn’t care about sports.

He signed. “They almost had me convinced I wouldn’t have made the team if he was still here. And they kept asking me if I thought he was looking down on me and smiling. I don’t know, it’s just not something I think about …”

“Or something you want to share with strangers and a camera in your face?” Marj finished for him

“Exactly.” He looked at her for a moment. “Are you always this nice?”

She grinned like this was part of a longstanding joke.  “I’m from Minnesota. It’s in the water.”

He laughed - actually laughed, out loud - and then felt self-conscious about it. “So, what did they ask you during your interview?” he asked, sticking his fork into a piece of cantaloupe. 

“Oh, the usual. Tall girl, tomboy, loved sports. Never felt like she fit in until she found rugby and became part of this team.” She rolled her eyes. “I might have felt like that for two weeks at thirteen, when everyone felt awkward. But I played hockey and softball growing up and always felt like I belonged.” 

Carwood noticed the way her eyes twinkled when she smiled. 

“I’d wanted to go to U of M since I was little, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play hockey there. The competition is just too good. But a girl on my floor told me about the rugby team and the rest is history.” She took a sip of orange juice and sighed. “It’s too bad they did the interview a few months ago. If they had interviewed me at the beginning of this month, they would have had a real story.”

“Why, what happened?” he asked.

“My boyfriend dumped me after five years.” She said this with the extreme calm of a woman who’d already made peace with it. “Said he was tired of me putting rugby before him and our plans, which wasn’t true. But here we are.” She shrugged her shoulders. “What can you do?”

“He dumped you three weeks before the games?” Carwood asked incredulously. He didn’t realize he could be so angry at someone he never met, whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Allen was the star quarterback in high school,” she explained. “He played in college, too, but never good enough to go pro. Which was fine for him, because he always had this plan of going back home, getting a teaching job, getting married, having kids right away, and coaching the little league team. I don’t think he liked it when my plans made a detour and when the spotlight was on me for a bit.”

“A detour to the Olympics.”  Carwood couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Marj shrugged. “Allen sounds like an asshole,” he said, loud enough so that athletes at the table across from them turned their heads. Sorry, he mouthed their way. 

He turned back to Marj. “I’d be proud as hell to have a girlfriend in the Olympics.” He realized how that might have sounded while he was staring at her across a table sharing life stories and took a quick tactical detour “My teammate, Harry, has been with Kitty Grogan for years, and he loves it when people call him Mr. Grogan. He’s even said he’ll change his name to hers when they get married.” He was rambling now, and he needed to find an exit. “A real partner doesn’t make you change who you are.”

“Thanks. He really is an asshole,” she agreed, speaking softer than Carwood.

For a while neither of them spoke. “What did you do after that?” he asked. He couldn’t imagine going through that kind of emotional turmoil in the middle of training for the most important competition of your life.

“Well, I went out with my team and got really drunk. I mean, really drunk. I woke up the next morning and felt like a truck had run me over. I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was my hair. He loved talking about my hair. So, I cut it.”

“You cut your own hair?” Carwood asked. He had enough memories of his mother discussing haircuts with his sisters to know this was a big deal.

Marj, however, did not seem bothered by this. “Hacked it off, really. And then Doris - she’s my best friend on the team - came over to my apartment to check in on me. She took one look, gasped, called her stylist, and asked if he could work a miracle.” She patted her hair. “And now I get to wear cute headbands and start trends for short hair.”

“I really like it. It suits you,” Carwood shared. 

“It does. A new me.” She looked down at the remains of her oatmeal like she was deciding something. “You should come to the match tonight. Bring your guys. It’ll be fun.”

“Um …” he trailed off. Athletes didn’t get automatic admission to other events, and even when tickets were available, they were often expensive.

“There are free tickets available for the qualifying rounds,” Marj added, recognizing his hesitance. “Just ask for them at the USA hospitality desk. Or Blanche should have extra tickets, too.”

Breakfast seemed to be coming to an end - Carwood was finished with his eggs. But there was still something else on Marj’s breakfast tray - one of the chocolate croissants George had been going on about all week. “What about your game later?” he asked, thinking about what Dick would say about the importance of breakfast before a competition.

“One pastry’s not going to kill me. And if it did, I’m in the wrong sport.” She picked up her pain au chocolat, examined it, took one bite, and let out a moan. This might be the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

He cleared his throat, trying not to think of other connotations of that statement. “My teammate, George, loves them, too. He’s interviewing Team USA about them for his TikTok, if you’re interested.”

“Well, now he has to come! We can meet up afterwards and he can do the whole team. The girls eat them any chance we get. Are you on Insta? WhatsApp?” He nodded.

“My username is scrumptiousmarj. A scrum is a pack of players in rugby,” she explained, noticing the look on his confused face.

“I’ll look you up,” he promised.

“Great. See you later, Lip!” she said as she walked off.

Lip. No one had ever called him that before. 

He liked it. 

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Thursday, July 24, 2024

Three days before Opening Ceremony

 Lew saw Blanche sitting on the table outside the café, looking at her phone and smoking a cigarette. She wore a pair of oversized sunglasses in an attempt to hide her bloodshot eyes. Her jet-black hair looked uncombed, and her maxi dress needed the help of an iron. Well, as long as she’s having fun. He certainly wasn’t in a position to lecture anyone about appearances.

She stood up to greet him. “Mon frère,” she said, kissing his right cheek and then his left.

“Did you ever make it back to Grandmère’s last night?” His Grandmother Ryer kept an apartment in the 7th arrondissement, arguably the best neighborhood in Paris, just in case she - or other family members - happened to be in town. It was a handy landing pad for continental tours, trips to Cannes, or - in this one very particular instance - avoiding the absolutely insane price of hotel rooms during the largest sporting event of the year.

She shook her head. “I was with the girls after the match,” she said, referring to the rugby team. “And then I met up with some friends to catch up.”

“That must have been some catch up,” he said. 

“I’ll nap later.” She waved her hand holding the cigarette. “This bothering you?” she asked, in a way that clearly said she didn’t care if it did.

“No,” he lied. Lew hadn’t smoked in four months. Everyone said it would get easier.

Everyone was a liar. 

“You know you can have one. It’s Paris. It doesn’t count,” she reasoned.

“I’m pretty sure it does,” he said, as a server walked over to take his order. 

“How’s your team doing?” Blanche asked while looking back down at her screen. “I saw some of them yesterday.”

He held in a laugh. His team, like he did anything except throw money towards a group of guys who could really use it. Throwing money at a problem - a Nixon family trait. NixWorks had started these sponsorships as a way to burnish up the company image - supporting serious, deserving athletes to replace the overriding image of his father’s multiple marriages, drunk driving charges, and poor skills with the press. And it was almost working. 

How is my team? he thought. His talk with Dick the other day went as he hoped, and the team captain seemed a bit more relaxed when he saw him yesterday. The guys had a good practice, and Dick seemed okay with the guys going to the women’s rugby match, especially when Carwood explained matches were only fourteen minutes long. Come to think of it, Carwood had dropped a lot of rugby knowledge yesterday. Lew didn’t know he was such a fan. George had gained some more TikTok followers with his pastry posts, and people were talking about the team more on social media. 

“Good,” he said simply. “But I think they’re getting anxious for the competition to start.”

Lew’s cappuccino arrived, and the siblings started sharing tech industry insider scoops and family gossip when a passerby caught Lew’s eyes.

It was easy to spot Americans in Paris. They were always louder than anyone else, for one thing. But they didn’t have that, well, je ne sais quoi. They looked a bit sloppier, walked with a little less confidence. 

But not this woman. She looked smart in her black wide-legged trousers and fitted striped shirt. Her minimal makeup was expertly applied, and Lew had dated enough women to know that her messy bun took time to style just right.

No, this woman wouldn’t be mistaken for an American. The only reason he knew she was from back home was because of an unfortunate encounter and he hoped she wouldn’t recognize -

“Eileen!” Blanche shouted out. The woman turned, smiling and waving in recognition of his sister. She walked back towards their table.

Speaking of loud Americans, he thought, shooting a look at his sister as the rest of the cafe side-eyed her shout over their breakfast pastries.

“Join us!” Blanche invited, pointing to the extra chair. 

Eileen set her Louis Vuitton clutch on the table and looked at Blanche. “Could I bum a cigarette?” she asked.

Blanche handed one to Eileen and lit it for her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Blanche said.

“I don’t. But it’s Paris,” Eileen said, as if that explained everything. Blanche smiled and looked over at Lew.

“That’s. Not. How. It. Works,” he said back, no longer hiding his aggravation. 

Blanche ignored her brother’s tone. “Eileen, I don’t know if you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my charming brother, Lewis. Lew, this is Eileen Hammond. Is your title influencer now, or are you going for something different?”

Eileen waved a hand lazily in the air. “Model, influencer, brand ambassador, host - take your pick.”

“She runs a travel blog and channel called Eileen Over the World. It’s what, nine hundred thousand followers now? A million? Are you filming an episode here or just here for pleasure?”

Eileen took a long drag and blew the smoke out a little too close to Lew’s face for it to be an accident. “Work mainly, but I’m trying to schedule some down time here and there. And actually,” - she looked directly at Lew - “your brother and I have already met.”

Lew silently groaned. Well, damn.

“Oh really? Do tell,” Blanche urged Eileen on.

The woman leaned back in her chair, cigarette in hand and impossibly good looking for it. “It was two years ago. I’m at some boring party in L.A., wondering if it’s too early to leave, when a man with a very nice smile and extraordinary eyebrows walks up to me. We chat about Hollywood, about modeling jobs, about influencing, about whiskey, which he knows a great deal about. Anyway, he’s very witty, and not just in the Hollywood way, and I am just about to give him my number - which I rarely do - when who walks up but his girlfriend.”

“Oh Lew,” Blanche said, sounding a bit disappointed but not surprised. She turned her attention back to Eileen. “Was it Kathy?” she asked.

Eileen shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t offer a name. What does Kathy look like?”

“Tall. Tan. Big boobs.”

She shook her head. “No, this one was blonde and petite with a pixie cut and a rather posh English accent.”

“Oh, Irene.” Blanche was making a face. Blanche never had a problem sharing her opinions about Lew’s love life. Kathy had been known to have something of a temper, but Irene had been absolutely territorial when it came to Lew.

“I’m right here,” Lew reminded them, not appreciating the round down of girlfriends past, but they ignored him.

“Maybe he confused the both of you. Eileen. Irene. They sound a bit alike.” She laughed at her little dig.

Eileen shrugged. “Anyway, I didn’t even know his whole name until the pictures of her shouting at him afterwards were all over some gossip site. To be honest, I was a little surprised he didn’t lead with ‘owner of a major tech company.’” She stared him down like she was expecting him to deny it. “They usually do.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Blanche asked, needing confirmation that her brother had just apologized for something he did.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, ignoring his sister and looking directly at Eileen. “It was a terrible thing to do. Yes, Irene and I were just about to break up, but we hadn’t yet, and I shouldn’t have done that to her, and I shouldn’t have done that to you.” It was a weird point in my life, and I’ve figured a few things out since then - like not getting involved with someone immediately after a breakup, or when substances are involved, and not starting something until you’ve finished what you’re in the middle of. 

“Aren’t you going to say something?” he asked Eileen. It wasn’t everyday he admitted a mistake. The least she could do was acknowledge it. 

She stared at him and crossed her arms. "I'm not sure what to say - is this one of the famous Nixon public apologies?"  

Lew's face burned. His father’s apologies were the stuff of legend - delivered often at the point of a sword - or a lawsuit - and usually about as hollow as they came. 

He heard Blanche let out a small gasp. 

Lew felt his body tense up, and his heart rate increased. He wanted to make the feeling go away as fast as possible. He wanted a cigarette, a whiskey, a shouting match with the woman across from him who had caused all of this.

Instead, he took a deep breath, held it for four seconds, and exhaled for six. 

“I am nothing - nothing - like my father,” he finally said.

He stood up, took his wallet out of his jeans pocket, and threw one hundred euros down on the table without a second thought.

“Coffees are on me. Enjoy your day, ladies.” 

He walked away, not knowing where he was going, only that wherever it was, he wouldn’t have to see Eileen’s face.

[rallentando1011]

Hello !（｡>‿‿<｡ ）

Can you do a one-shot for rise Leo x a crush reader were the reader is in a band as a vocalist and drummer but the thing is *drum roll* the band members wear masks to hide their identity :D but Leo discovers readers identify? (Reader can be fem or gn if you like) :)

It’s You

Rise Leo and Vocalist, Drummer Reader

Word Count: 1718

(I think this concept is really fun and had a good time with it! Thanks for the request! I’ve specified here in my guidelines that I’ll only take expressly romantic requests for Donnie. However, stuff where I can write it through a platonic lens and leave the rest up to the reader’s interpretation (like in this case) absolutely works for me :)) Hope you enjoy!)

A certain form of anticipation is synonymous with a public performance, both for those supplying and those indulging in the entertainment.

Leo definitely feels that anticipation building as he stands in a crowd of rowdy concert-goers, himself included, and waits for the show to begin.

In the meantime, he busies himself with checking his messages, specifically the ones he sent to you.

You told him earlier that you had work and couldn’t accompany him to the concert, which was a bummer, but he sent you a message asking if you wanted to hang out some other time afterwards. Checking his phone only reveals that you still haven’t gotten back to him about it.

Leo pouts and looks up, asking his brothers beside him if they’ve heard from you. It’s sort of odd for you to not see or respond to his messages.

“Maybe they’ve finally come to their senses about you,” Donnie thinks aloud, scrolling on his own phone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Leo quirks his brow bone.

Mikey interjects before hostilities can be exchanged. “What Donnie meant to say is that they said they’re at work and probably not on their phone right now.”

“No, that’s not remotely what I meant. I was implying that- ow, Raph, what was that for?”

Raph crosses his arms, definitely not having just kicked his purple clad brother. “Instigating. Raph doesn’t need any of this younger sibling bickering-”

“Respectfully, everyone shut up!” Leo gasps, staring at the now occupied stage with starstruck eyes as his worries leave his mind. “The show’s starting!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everything today has been going terribly awry.

First, you woke up way later than you intended, like, the brink of being late to your band’s gig, barely ate save for a snack or two out the door, and then, the pièce de résistance, you had to turn down Leo’s offer to join him and his brothers watch a band because you are a part of that band.

You saw the text while on the subway to the venue, offering to portal you from your place to grab a slice and watch your band.

With a heavy heart, you messaged him back with a vague excuse about having to work tonight and being busy tomorrow and unable to have a late night. He could probably see right through you and your flimsy reasoning, but you didn’t have time to think about that. You had a job to do, and you’d be darned if you didn’t do it right.

You shut your phone off and all distractions down as you made it out of the subway station, down a few streets, to the back entrance of the locale. Swiftly, you slipped your way in.

You shrugged off the teasing jabs you received from your bandmates about your unpunctuality, opting to just slip into a dressing room.

You pulled on the outfit that you’d packed in your bookbag, slightly more perfunctory than the clothing you wore on the way over, before staring down your mask.

Sure, the days leading up to performances could be rough, but once you put on that mask, it feels like you’re a complete other person, like your day hasn’t been so cruddy. That’s the main reason you had suggested that the band wear their favorite colored masks, the other being that you may have been inspired by certain reptilian friends of yours.

So, you pulled on your mask, concealed your dourness, sleepiness, doubt, everything weighing you down, exited the dressing room, immersed yourself in the fog of the stage with your fellow members.

Now you find yourself seated before your drum set, your microphone, your audience. With your drumsticks in hand and blinding stage lights flooding your vision, you steady yourself with a deep breath and get down to business.

Your foot hits the bass drum pedal on beat, sends a pulse through you, allows you to internalize it like a metronome. The sound waves ring out from the bass in an almost synaesthetic display, bright colors proliferating throughout the room.

Just like that, you are off.

The crash of the cymbals, patter of the tom-toms, diddles on the snare merely feel like extensions of yourself. Any and all performance jitters you felt fade away as you allow yourself to get into the music and have fun.

You can discern the sounds of the bass, guitar, synth layering over the beat you lay down.

Your voice’s timbre cuts through the accompaniment, sounding out over it yet blending seamlessly. The first song rushes by as quickly as the adrenaline rushes through your veins, and when it ceases and you hear the roar of applause from the audience, you know that tonight’s going to be much better than the first half of your day.

As you bask in the positive feedback between songs, a few people in the audience draw your attention. Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and Leo, all seeming to be enjoying themselves and the music. In particular, Leo looks ecstatic, his gaze fixated on you.

You smirk. You have the audience, you have the attention, why not have a little fun with the next few songs?

You kick everything up a notch, improvising paradiddles and harmonies, giving the performance absolutely everything you have left in the tank.

Seeing the wide grin on the turtle’s face and receiving uproarious praise, though, makes it all worth it.

The concert ends far sooner than you would have preferred. Guess it was true that time flies when you’re having fun.

With one final crash of the cymbals and a bow, you make your way off the stage, behind the curtains, on top of some miscellaneous crates as you throw down your sweat soaked mask and guzzle down as much cool water as you can.

Out in the audience, a flow of outgoing people trudges their way out, save for the four turtle brothers.

“Did you see that guitar? The design was so cool, and blue! I wonder how much they’d want for it. And the drummer! They were wicked!” Leo gushes.

His brothers just nod along with a few ‘yeah’s, having heard Leo pour over the same things for multiple minutes now.

The red-eared slider ceases his yapping as he looks at the stage, eyes going wide as he gets an idea.

“I’m sure they won’t mind if I just pop on back to say hi real quick and maybe get an autograph, okayseeyouatthelairlaterbyeee-!”

Before his brothers can get a word in, Leo uses his ninpō to form a portal and hop into the dim backstage area.

He looks around for a moment, only able to see the outline of the curtain and a few boxes while his eyes are adjusting to the low light.

Then, he sees one of the performers from the stage a few feet away from him, laying on some crates. The drummer, based on their height. He can’t base it off of their mask or their looks since they were facing the other direction.

“I can feel you staring at me.”

He freezes. He’s supposed to be a ninja; were his stealth skills so bad that someone could sense him that easily?

“Come on. You know how it worked out last time you tried to scare me after a gig. Spare yourself the bruised nose; you know I’m not good with scares,” you call behind you to whom you assume to be the band’s bassist, who has a habit of trying to spook everyone else.

He stays frozen.

You huff, push yourself off of your seat of crates, turn around. “Look, cut the sh- oh.”

It isn’t your bandmate behind you. It’s Leo, slack jawed and flabbergasted and completely still.

“Oh my- you are not supposed to be here- why are you here?” you ask, incredulous, as you slap your hands over your face.

Leo takes another silent moment before a high pitched squeal emits from his throat.

“Whaaaaat?! ¡No manches! This has been your ‘job’ the whole time?!” Leo laughs and puts a hand on his forehead.

“Yep, it’s me,” you grumble, pinch the bridge of your nose. There’s no way this is really happening.

“That’s- You’re so cool!” He clicks his tongue as if contemplating something. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

You blink at him. That’s a question you’ve asked yourself many a time, though you’ve never settled on a definitive answer.

“I think it’s something about it being a mystery, a little piece of myself that no one else gets to know about outside of my bandmates. Not exactly escapism, but close.”

“So that’s the reason for the mask?” He taps his own.

“Sort of.” You hum in thought, think about if you should tell him where you got the idea from.

Does he need the ego boost? Definitely not.

Will you still give him it? Sure, why not?

“You know, the design was inspired by you,” you admit, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Really?!”

“Well, you and your brothers, to be more specific.”

“Nope, no need to be specific. You can just continue on with how big of an inspiration I am.”

You snicker at his display of cockiness before sobering up.

“Just- please don’t tell anyone else that I’m in this band, that this is me.”

“Indubitably, my accomplice.” Indubitably. He always says that word when he lies, and you always call his bluff.

“No, no, I’m serious about this…” You pause, glance to the side for a moment. “I’ll give you VIP passes to all of our shows if you promise not to blab about this.”

“Deal!” He immediately puts out his hand for a shake. “Wait! VIP passes, and you let me take you for pizza tonight if you’re free, then we have a deal.”

“Did you and the guys not go for pizza earlier?” you pressed.

“We did, but we both know that I’m not above having pizza multiple times in the same day,” he winks.

“Fine. Deal.” You place your hand in his tridactyl one, give it a firm shake, then get ready to grab a slice.

It’s safe to say that you have pizza after quite a few gigs after that. It’s duly safe to say that you have one consistent, quite possibly your biggest fan at every single performance from then on.

[renegadefearstreet1966]

Nineteen

credit to gif owner.

Cindy looked at Joan, who was sprinkling weed into paper.

“Maybe she was on something.” She suggests.

Joan rolled her eyes. “Drugs are peaceful, not violent.” 

Bunny glanced at Gary as he and you tried to stifle a laugh.

“I’m not talking about marijuana.” Cindy said firmly. 

Bunny watched as Gary laughed with Joan which caused her to snicker.

“Just admit you’re jealous that the witch wanted your hubby all to herself!” Gary joked, pulling Tommy into a headlock and ruffling his hair. Joan laughed. 

Tommy pushed him off, not finding any of this funny. “Be serious, man. W-why would nurse Mary wanna do something like that? Why would she want me dead?” 

She looked into her brother's eyes and saw confusion.

“Oh, no. She wouldn’t.” Gary shook his head. 

“But the witch might!” Gary and Joan cursed, laughing together as Tommy leaned forward. 

“Hey, they’re just playing around,” Cindy comforts.

“Don’t listen to them.” Bunny reassures.

Tommy leaned further forward, completely serious. 

“Did you see her eyes? There was something in there, something wrong.” 

Both Bunny and Cindy had serious expressions plastered on their faces before startling when suddenly Kurt clapped loudly from the front of the mess hall. He snaps the teens out of their stupor and looks toward the front. 

“Alright!” He shouted. Sunnyvaler’s cheered. “Chicks, dicks, listen up! We had a scary situation, but we cannot let that mess with the most important night of our summer. Tonight is Sunnyvale versus Shadyside. It is red versus blue. It is good versus evil. Tonight, we commencicate color war!” 

“It’s commence, my god.” Gary groaned. 

Bunny rolled her eyes. the blonde Sunnyvaler was being over dramatic as well as being a huge dick. Sunnyvaler’s cheered as Shadyside groaned. Joan licked her joint to roll it up. 

“He might be dumb, but he’s kinda shagadelic.” 

Bunny looked back up and see him cheering himself on. Gary turned to joan. 

“He’s disgusting. You’re disgusting.” 

Kurt began talking as Bunny groaned, not wanting to hear more bullshit from him. 

“Tonight’s first event is capture the Flag, baby.” He lifted up a red flag that belonged to Sunnyvale. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Now, Sunnyvalers… We have never, ever… lost a Color War! So let’s not let tonight be a stain on our legacy.” 

He pointed at the Shadyside flag, but she ignored him as the brunette sighed in annoyance. 

“And let’s go out there like our ancestors before us and murder those Shadyside witches!”

Looking over at Tommy, Bunny saw that he began sweating profusely and bowed his head down from the constant cheering. Joan got up and walked toward the front, being the spokesperson for Shadyside

“Uh, hi!” She giggled. “Thank you, Kurt, for that neat-o speech. Now, Shadysiders, let’s get out there and do our best because—” 

Again, Bunny stopped listening from there, noticing that Cindy was gone asTommy didn’t seem to notice. Her brother looked as if he was about to puke. Bunny got up from the bench too, following after the older Berman sister. 

Bunny stepped out the mess hall, walking the camp grounds as she wondered where Cindy went. That was until you overheard her talking as you watched Ziggy and Cindy in the Arts and Crafts cabin. Bunny knew that eavesdropping was bad and something she shouldn't do, Bunny did it anyway as her stomach churned.

“...Not in the mood,” Ziggy replied, hitting the top off a paint can.

The older Berman sister ignored her and carried on speaking. 

“Earlier, you said Mary was upset.” 

The red-head scoffed, turning around and faced her sister. 

“Oh, so now you care!” 

“Ziggy, this is serious.” 

“It was serious earlier, and you didn’t give a shit.” 

Bunny continued watched as Ziggy grabbed the paint can, walking toward the cabin entrance. She didn’t want to be seen, so she hid behind the treeline, being able to hear them from afar. Cindy walked after her younger sister. 

“Come on, you were the last person to see her before she snapped.” 

The sisters walked further along the camp path as Cindy struggled to catch up with Ziggy’s wide steps. 

“What about drugs? Did you see any around?” 

Ziggy rolled her eyes. "She's a nurse, so yup."

"Well, did she mention anything or--"

"Nope,"

"Ziggy, I'm just... I'm trying to understand what happened today."

"Who cares? It's over."

"Not for Tommy. He's still freaked out and acting weird and... Bunny doesn't seem okay from what happened. Also, it's just a big joke to everyone. 'Mary was possessed by the witch'."

"Maybe it was the witch," Ziggy shrugged.

“Ziggy...” 

"What? That doesn't fit your carefully constructed bullshit view of the world?"

"Why are you being like this?" Cindy asked.

"I dunno. Maybe because apart from Bunny, Nurse Lane was the only person who was nice to me, and now her life is over because bad things always happen to Shadysiders."

"Nothing just happens. There's always a reason."

The two sisters reached Ziggy's cabin, both of them stopping outside.

"Not always a rational one," Ziggy responded. "Deep down, you feel it, don't you? Shadyside, there's something here. It's just holding us down, cursing us."

"Ziggy, that's enough," Cindy said, not amused.

“You’re too scared to admit it. When things go bad, you wanna explain it away.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m not going to blame everything on some fairy tale. Life sucks sometimes. I get that. I mean, God knows it's been hard since…” 

Bunny saw Cindy’s eyes fill with tears. She wanted to rush out and comfort her. However, if she stepped out, the Berman sisters will know that she was listening in on their conversation, so Bunny stayed as the urge got worse. 

“Since what?” Ziggy tried antagonizing her older sister. “See, you can’t even say it! Since Dad left! Since Mom started drinking. Since we’re going to lose the house. And it’s not gonna magically get better. And saving up all summer to buy a super cute polo shirt can’t hide that either. Trying to explain why nice old Nurse Lane almost lost it today can’t either.”

Ziggy took a step towards Cindy. 

“We’re all cursed. For Mary, it was today. But someday, it’ll be you. And this whole fake bullshit life of yours, it’s gonna come crashing down.” 

“That’s a horrible thing to say.” 

“It’s not horrible if it’s true.” 

There was silence between the two siblings as Cindy tried working out what she wanted to say, not wanting to cry in front of Ziggy. 

“I don’t know who you are anymore, but… but you’re not my sister.” 

Ziggy didn’t seem to be fazed. “Then who am I?” 

“A monster.” 

Ziggy smiled sadly, walking back towards her cabin, opening the door and putting the paint cans inside. Cindy walked forward to see the inside of the cabin. Bunny stepped closer, seeing partially inside as the cabin was vandalized likely by Sheila. 

“That’s what they say.” 

Ziggy then forcefully shut the door in Cindy’s face. 

Stepping up to the Berman sister, Bunny ended up startling Cindy as she apologized. Bunny looked the saddened brunette in the eyes. 

“What’s going on?” Bunny questioned, acting as if she weren't eavesdropping. 

“Nothing. Just sibling issues.” Cindy said, putting on a smile. “Anyway, we need to find Tommy.” 

“Why? What are we doing?” 

“Sneaking into Nurse Lane’s cabin. We need to see why she tried to kill Tommy.” 

“Okay.” 

“Get what you need, and meet us outside her cabin in ten minutes!” She shouted, ushering away. 

Later, Bunny saw as Color War was beginning soon, wishing she were out monitoring campers instead of snooping in Mary's cabin but at least she gets to be with her crush. Slipping out of her cabin, Bunny held onto a grey hoodie that had the name Shadyside High School printed on the sleeve. Bunny made it herself for spirit week last school year as it holds a special place in her heart. Currently, she jogs toward Nurse Lane's cabin, seeing Tommy and Cindy. Bunny greeted them.

“Let’s go.” 

Cindy unlocked the cabin as her, Tommy and Bunny stepped inside. A lamp was on, generating a source of light to search around in. 

“What exactly are we looking for?” Tommy asked. 

Cindy passed him the keys, turning her back to him. 

“Answers.” 

“It doesn’t matter, alright?” Tommy tried to convince her, but knew she was stubborn. 

“It matters. There’s a reason Mary did what she did and said what she said. We’re going to figure it out now.” 

Both Tommy and his sister sighed, only his was pained and fatigued. 

“Come on, Cindy. Please, I...” 

Cindy ignored him, looking in Mary’s office. She huffed, annoyed. She rummaged through the drawers until she pulled a bottle of pills from the desk. She chuckled, bringing them into the light. 

“No label, half-empty. Like I said, she was on drugs.” 

Tommy looked at his girlfriend as well as Bunny. 

“Get these to the cops, then they’ll tell us what they….” 

Cindy paused as Tommy picked a book up from the desk. A symbol stood out on the page. ‘Witches Mark’ it said. 

“What is that?” 

“‘A deal was made with the devil. Sarah Fier cut off her wicked hand on Satan’s stone in exchange for eternal life, scattering the soil beneath with the witch’s mark, bringing darkness upon the land.’ ” Tommy read from the book. 

Bunny saw an unimpressed expression on Cindy’s face. She looked like she was about to say something when glass broke in the other room, located in the back of Nurse Lane’s cabin. Cindy gasped, grabbing her hand and squeezed it. The three teens made way out of Mary's office, Tommy first, followed by his sister as Bunny pulled Cindy closer. 

“Did you hear that?” Tommy asked. 

Both females nodded as he went further, book still in hand. Bunny followed him, leaving Cindy behind as she’s hesitant but stuck with her, holding hands. The three of them emerged into the main room with the medical beds, looking around. 

“Hello?” Tommy asked. “Hello, is somebody here?” 

Abruptly, Alice jumped from behind the door, screaming as it made Tommy jump back. It also startled Bunny as well which is something she doesn't do so easily. Soon the three calmed down when Bunny realized it was Alice and Arnie. Alice laughed, nearly falling over herself. 

“That’s not funny.” Tommy complained. 

Cindy walked forward, letting go of Bunny's hand once again. 

“Alice? What are you doing here?” 

She scoffed. 

“Looks like we’re both here for the same thing.” 

Alice pointed at Cindy’s hand, pointing out the drug capsule. 

“Must really want me to scrub those toilets.” 

Cindy put the bottle in her shoulder bag. 

“This isn’t for you.” 

Alice glared at you then at Cindy. 

“Wait, Berman, I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing.” Arnie smiled, pointing to the drugs, bringing everyone’s attention back to them. 

“They’re not for me.” Cindy glared. “I’m giving them to the cops.” 

“Oh yeah, the cops. Yeah, right, of course. No, what are you talking about? What, now you’re gonna snitch on Mary, too? Bunny, are you joining the snitch team as well?” 

“Can you… can you not, please?” Bunny said, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Arnie lunged for the book in Tommy’s hand, lifting it up so he couldn’t reach. 

“This for the cops too?” 

“Give that back!” 

“Come on, don’t be a dick.” 

Arnie threw it to Alice as she caught the book, opening it and began reading. 

“‘She emerged from the meeting house, one hand severed, lost forever. We hanged the witch, body chained and buried but without her hand, her grip on the land holds firm.’ Ooh. This is Sarah Fier shit!” 

“Alice, come on.” Crindy pleaded. 

“‘When she is near, blood will fall and the curse will last until body and hand unite.’”

“Alice, it’s Mary’s diary. Let’s put it back.” 

Alice flipped through the book as Bunny sat next to the sweaty male, checking to see if he’s okay. He nodded, but you knew he needed medical help since you were very worried he might have a concussion from today's events. However, you look back at Alice, Cindy and Arnie.

“It’s not just a diary. It’s a map.” 

Alice turned it over, showing a map of the camp, but it had markings all over it.

“What?” 

“Crazy Nurse Lane made a crazy map.” 

Alice walked toward Tommy and Bunny and placed the opened book on the bed. She knelt down next to Cindy, opposite Alice with Arnie standing at the end. 

“It’s camp, but looks like she drew all over it,” Alice announced, pointing out one part of it to Cindy and Bunny. “1666 Union.” 

“Union, that’s Shadyside.” She began.

“What?” 

“The settlement before it was divided into Shadyside and Sunnyvale.” The other brunette finishes.

“Really?” 

“If you went to class.” Cindy comments.

Tommy spoke. “So, the camp is built in the same place as the settlement?” 

Arnie loomed over the end of the bed, pointing at the map. 

“Woah, look! Sarah Fier.” 

The name Sarah Fier was written in the corner of the map, but all around it was covered in exes. 

“Do you think that’s her house?” 

“What are the exes?” 

“There’s only one way to find out.” 

Alice got up quickly, picking up the book and Cindy’s purse. 

“Hey, that’s my bag!” 

The blonde ignored her, ordering her boyfriend to grab a flashlight as they rushed out of the cabin. Bunny began following them as Cindy was close behind, but Tommy walked out slower. 

“Alice! Bring that back! What are you doing?” Cindy yelled. 

“Come on, Alice. Give it back!” Bunny shouted, hoping she'd listen.

“It’s called fun, Cindy Berman and Bunny. You both used to have it, remember?” Alice spoke, rushing toward the woods, holding Cindy’s bag. “We’re gonna find you, Sarah Fier!” 

Bunny and Cindy glanced at each other, wondering if they should follow the couple. Tommy walked out finally, holding his head in his hands. He was pale and sweating profusely once again. 

“Tommy?” His sister questioned.

“Tommy!” Cindy yelled harshly. 

He shook his head, looking at the brunettes. 

Tommy put on his plaid jacket and ran off after Alice and Arnie. Bunny stood there, rigid but was brought back to reality when Cindy groped her hand. 

“Come on. They took everything!” 

Cindy, Bunny and Tommy ran after the mischievous couple.

[cindybermanfics1978]

Chapter Seven

warnings: mention of drugs

Cindy looked at Joan, who was sprinkling weed into paper.

“Maybe she was on something.” She suggests.

Joan rolled her eyes. “Drugs are peaceful, not violent.” 

You glanced at Gary as he and you tried to stifle a laugh.

“I’m not talking about marijuana.” She said firmly. 

You watched as Gary laughed with Joan which caused her to snicker.

“Just admit you’re jealous that the witch wanted your hubby all to herself!” Gary joked, pulling Tommy into a headlock and ruffling his hair. Joan laughed. 

Tommy pushed him off, not finding any of this funny. “Be serious, man. W-why would nurse Mary wanna do something like that? Why would she want me dead?” 

You looked into your brother's eyes and saw confusion.

“Oh, no. She wouldn’t.” Gary shook his head. 

“But the witch might!” Gary and Joan cursed, laughing together as Tommy leaned forward. 

“Hey, they’re just playing around,” Cindy comforts.

“Don’t listen to them.” You reassure.

Tommy leaned further forward, completely serious. 

“Did you see her eyes? There was something in there, something wrong.” 

Both you and Cindy had serious expressions plastered on your faces before startling when suddenly Kurt clapped loudly from the front of the mess hall. He snaps the teens out of their stupor and looks toward the front. 

“Alright!” He shouted. Sunnyvaler’s cheered. “Chicks, dicks, listen up! We had a scary situation, but we cannot let that mess with the most important night of our summer. Tonight is Sunnyvale versus Shadyside. It is red versus blue. It is good versus evil. Tonight, we commencicate color war!” 

“It’s commence, my god.” Gary groaned. 

You rolled your eyes. the blonde Sunnyvaler was being over dramatic as well as being a huge dick. Sunnyvaler’s cheered as Shadyside groaned. Joan licked her joint to roll it up. 

“He might be dumb, but he’s kinda shagadelic.” 

You look back up and see him cheering himself on. Gary turned to joan. 

“He’s disgusting. You’re disgusting.” 

Kurt began talking as you groaned, not wanting to hear more bullshit from him. 

“Tonight’s first event is capture the Flag, baby.” He lifted up a red flag that belonged to Sunnyvale. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Now, Sunnyvalers… We have never, ever… lost a Color War! So let’s not let tonight be a stain on our legacy.” 

He pointed at the Shadyside flag, but you ignored him as you sighed in annoyance. 

“And let’s go out there like our ancestors before us and murder those Shadyside witches!”

Looking over at Tommy, you saw that he began sweating profusely and bowed his head down from the constant cheering. Joan got up and walked toward the front, being the spokesperson for Shadyside

“Uh, hi!” She giggled. “Thank you, Kurt, for that neat-o speech. Now, Shadysiders, let’s get out there and do our best because—” 

You stopped listening from there, noticing that Cindy was gone. Tommy didn’t seem to notice, looking as if he was about to puke. You got up from the bench too, following after the older Berman. 

Wondering where Cindy went, you overheard her talking as you watched Ziggy and Cindy in the Arts and Crafts cabin. Not wanting to eavesdrop, you did it anyway as your stomach churned.

“...Not in the mood,” Ziggy replied, hitting the top off a paint can.

The older Berman sister ignored her and carried on speaking. 

“Earlier, you said Mary was upset.” 

The red-head scoffed, turning around and faced her sister. 

“Oh, so now you care!” 

“Ziggy, this is serious.” 

“It was serious earlier, and you didn’t give a shit.” 

You continued watched as Ziggy grabbed the paint can, walking toward the cabin entrance. You didn’t want to be seen, so you hid behind the treeline, being able to hear them from afar. Cindy walked after her younger sister. 

“Come on, you were the last person to see her before she snapped.” 

The sisters walked further along the camp path as Cindy struggled to catch up with Ziggy’s wide steps. 

“What about drugs? Did you see any around?” 

Ziggy rolled her eyes. "She's a nurse, so yup."

"Well, did she mention anything or--"

"Nope,"

"Ziggy, I'm just... I'm trying to understand what happened today."

"Who cares? It's over."

"Not for Tommy. He's still freaked out and acting weird and... Amelia doesn't seem okay from what happened. Also, it's just a big joke to everyone. 'Mary was possessed by the witch'."

"Maybe it was the witch," Ziggy shrugged.

“Ziggy...” 

"What? That doesn't fit your carefully constructed bullshit view of the world?"

"Why are you being like this?" Cindy asked.

"I dunno. Maybe because apart from Amelia, Nurse Lane was the only person who was nice to me, and now her life is over because bad things always happen to Shadysiders."

"Nothing just happens. There's always a reason."

The two sisters reached Ziggy's cabin, both of them stopping outside.

"Not always a rational one," Ziggy responded. "Deep down, you feel it, don't you? Shadyside, there's something here. It's just holding us down, cursing us."

"Ziggy, that's enough," Cindy said, not amused.

“You’re too scared to admit it. When things go bad, you wanna explain it away.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m not going to blame everything on some fairy tale. Life sucks sometimes. I get that. I mean, God knows it's been hard since…” 

Bunny saw Cindy’s eyes fill with tears. She wanted to rush out and comfort her. 

“Since what?” Ziggy tried antagonizing her older sister. “See, you can’t even say it! Since Dad left! Since Mom started drinking. Since we’re going to lose the house. And it’s not gonna magically get better. And saving up all summer to buy a super cute polo shirt can’t hide that either. Trying to explain why nice old Nurse Lane almost lost it today can’t either.”

Ziggy took a step towards Cindy. 

“We’re all cursed. For Mary, it was today. But someday, it’ll be you. And this whole fake bullshit life of yours, it’s gonna come crashing down.” 

“That’s a horrible thing to say.” 

“It’s not horrible if it’s true.” 

There was silence between the two siblings as Cindy tried working out what she wanted to say, not wanting to cry in front of Ziggy. 

“I don’t know who you are anymore, but… but you’re not my sister.” 

Ziggy didn’t seem to be fazed. “Then who am I?” 

“A monster.” 

Ziggy smiled sadly, walking back towards her cabin, opening the door and putting the paint cans inside. Cindy walked forward to see the inside of the cabin. You stepped closer, seeing partially inside as the cabin was vandalized likely by Sheila. 

“That’s what they say.” 

Ziggy then forcefully shut the door in Cindy’s face. 

Stepping up to the Berman sister, you ended up startling Cindy as you apologized. You looked the saddened brunette in the eyes. 

“What’s going on?” You questioned, acting as if you weren't eavesdropping. 

“Nothing. Just sibling issues.” Cindy said, putting on a smile. “Anyway, we need to find Tommy.” 

“Why? What are we doing?” 

“Sneaking into Nurse Lane’s cabin. We need to see why she tried to kill Tommy.” 

“Okay.” 

“Get what you need, and meet us outside her cabin in ten minutes!” She shouted, ushering away. 

[zhrx]

it's a draft of my unposted eremika fanfic

that i already planned since 2021, making a draft for chapter 1 before the final part start, ending up burning into ashes due to procrastionation.

BUT! it's such a waste to buried it deep into the grave yet before actually try to publish it, so here is a snippets of what chapter one would be, enjoy..? (although pls don't throw your precious phone at me due to the cringeness, my inner 12 yo probably still thriving at those) _____________________ (oh so if you are new, i recommend follow my eremika playlist because every chapter is centered around the songs included, thankuu)

Chapter 1: Have we met already? (Eren’s POV)

Oct 31th 2023 | 21.19 PM [Jean’s Party]

It’s probably fate, or just a perfectly coincidental moment for Eren. But he knew there was something he didn’t quite understand happening the moment he locked eyes with her. Yeah, her - the beautiful lady in a red dress that passes him at the stupid Halloween party that Jean throws, supposedly to “meet the pretty sorority ladies, Eren! Live a little bit” and shows off his hosting skills. Haha yeah, it’s not like that skill exists.

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Oct 31th 2023 | 14.20 PM [Annie and Armin’s Apartment]

Earlier that noon

“I think you’re allowed to take a break, Mr. I-Am-Taking-My-Life-Too-Seriously-Or-AI-Will-Take-My-Job Jaeger”, Armin said as he looked over Eren on the floor, surrounded by his worn-out medical textbooks with colorful post-it notes all over the pages. Eren scoffs, “Someone needs to find the cures you know. And what about you, the one who actually works part-time at library because you apparently love to study some... triangle rock thingy”. “I think you very much know it called a pyramid, Eren”, he said whilst rolling his eyes.

He saw Annie sitting by the sofa and offering her a hot cocoa and cozying up beside her while peering over her laptop screen filled with kitten videos and law PDF books. “What Armin meant to say is you should get your life together man, being too busy in your studies have an almost zero percent for you to meet someone”, Annie said, meeting Eren’s pair of green eyes giving her death stares while mouthing “fuck you” before he resumes his studies “. “Well, there’s a 0,001 percent he could met someone, honey. Maybe we should try to be more optimistic?” Armin says. She replies, “If you're saying optimistic in that questionable tone, you surely think it's impossible for us to double date with Eren at this point.”

“Okay, first of all, we DID already have our double date with Historia. And even at that point she doesn’t realize yet she ‘swings’ that way until she met that brown haired woman.” Eren tries to argue, waving the paper in his hand to emphasize his point. “I don’t think hanging out with your childhood friend is called a date, you don’t even like her that way” Annie retorts back. Suddenly, Annie bolts up, causing Armin to almost spill his cocoa due to the sudden movement. Before Armin can speak, Annie interrupts, "You should go to the party Jean is throwing tonight! I heard he invited everyone on campus as part of welcoming new students, but we all know he's just trying to spread his...wing, not leg mind you. You might meet someone there".

Eren sigh. This was not the first time his friends had tried to coax him into searching for a partner. He thought it a waste of time, having to deal with someone else's emotions. He shudders, recalling witnessing his brother's on-again, off-again situationship.

His brother would say things like "She's just my coworker, Eren, nothing more." Then he would drunkenly call late at night, complaining "Why isn't Pieck interested in me anyway? People would throw their panties seeing me." Or "Yelena really rubbed me the wrong way but gosh I would gladly sell my soul for her body." And other explicit things would be thrown at Eren before he would throw his phone away and let his brother continue ranting for another two hours until passing out.

Pathetic.

He considers people who cannot stand being alone as pathetic human beings.

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[someonestolemygrilledcheese]

Warriors: Call of the spirits

chapter three

I know this post is quicker then others- I’m a bit unpredictable when it comes to writing so I basically just post whenever I feel motivated!

Gravel limped after Pebble, the pain in his paw making it hard for him to run at all. His heart roaring in his ears as he ran from the mysterious cats, feeling ShiftingBranch’s hostile gaze following him until he crossed too far into the undergrowth. The trees and ferns soon gave away to stones and stray weeds, the sound of flowing water calming Gravel as they slowed on the sun warmed pebbles of a large stream. The water flowed down from a waterfall further up the stream, tumbling down smooth dark grey rocks into the dark creek below. “I think we’re okay here..” Gravel said, eager to stop running so he could get a moment to catch his breath.

His eyes looked back with little sympathy, “You got yourself into this, I don’t know what else you expected, I would tell you I told you so, but I can see your not in the mood to hear that.” Pebble said, flicking his tail in amusement.

“I’m sorry for getting us into this…” Gravel muttered.

“and..?” He beckoned.

“and getting us lost.” Gravel sighed.

“Good. With your injuries it wouldn’t be wise to put much weight on your paw, so I guess we’re staying here tonight.” Pebble inquired, his eyes thoughtful.

Gravel nodded, before feeling a horrible pain in his paw when he took another step on the loose stones. He hissed, withdrawing his paw and laying down. “Let me see your paw.” Pebble demanded, walking over to Pebble. “I’m fine, really!” Gravel smiled through the pain, not willing to show a moment of weakness.

“ugh just- show me.” Pebble hissed.

“okay..”Gravel caved, showing Pebble his paw, glistening in fresh blood as the glass shard that dug into it refracted the sun, if it stayed in there over night, it could get infected.

“oh Gravel, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?! If it isn’t treated properly you could get way worse than a sore paw!” Pebble scolded.

“I didn’t think it was important.” Gravel admitted.

Pebble looked at the injury with a brooding look, going over to a piece of moss growing in between the pebbles, soaking it into the stream before carefully walking back.

“I’ll use this to clean the blood off and hopefully some of the soot so it won’t get infected as easily.” Pebble explained, holding it in his jaws as he carefully wiped away the blood and soot from the wound. He wrinkled his nose at the now foul scent of the moss, tossing it into the stream.

“There, that should help until we get back home, mom should be able to pull it out.” Gravel nodded, though the pain in his muzzle and paw still went on. His muzzle felt like it was on fire, numb from the larger tabby’s claws, it was like he couldn’t feel anything on his right muzzle when he sat his head down. “Pebble..how bad is my wound from earlier?” He asked, nervousness sparking in his belly.

“oh! Uhm.. it just.. kinda, clawed your whiskers..?” Pebble said nervously, his inability to lie making Gravel’s eyes widen. “it’s what?!” Gravel said, darting to the stream to see his reflection.

he ignored the pain in his paw, ears flattening as he saw the dark red colors of blood staining his right muzzle, so deep it had gouged some of his whiskers from the top left and went down to his lower lip.

“I didn’t want you to freak out! Especially with your paw…” Pebble looked down.

“Well I’m freaking out Pebble! I might not be able to grow those whiskers back if a scars that deep!” Gravel hissed, panicking internally.

“Relax, they’ll grow back. Eventually…” Pebble dipped his tail.

“But I’ll be older than this forest by then!” Gravel overreacted.

“It’s not that bad I swear!” Pebble mewled.

They continued to quarrel, the forest was completely silent, as if the sounds of the brothers had overpowered the forests’.

As the sun dropped below the oak trees, the brothers had been tired out, they made makeshift nests out of moss and bracken, laying down in silence.

Hunger snapped at his belly like an angry pike, and he had nothing to show for it. Gravel felt bad for yelling at his brother, especially when it hadn’t been his fault.

“Pebble, I’m sorry, it isn’t your fault, you tried to warn me.” Gravel admitted.

Pebble only swished his tail in understanding, though he didn’t say anything. He sometimes stopped talking, either when he was overwhelmed, excited, or just tired. Gravel learned to understand him, it was actually quite fun to figure out what he was on about.

Gravel was relieved Pebble wasn’t mad, he curled up in his nest, unsure of how the morning would go. Hopefully, if they set out back home in the morning, they wouldn’t run into those mysterious cats again, and their mother hadn’t returned. She wasn’t around to much as we got older, she disappeared for days on end, and barely talked to us when she returned. she was unimpressed by anything we did, distracted, like she didn’t even care. As Gravel drifted off to sleep, the soft sounds of the stream lulled the two brothers to sleep, as the gentle breeze swayed their fur and the trees.

//it got a bit corny at the end but ✨✨💥//

[ha1taniwh0re]

OMG! You write for Moriarty The Patriot?! Ugh, my heart is bursting with excitement! *wipes away sweat* Alright, here's my request:

The Moriarty brothers with a tomboyish baker s/o who makes them the tastiest baked goods and desserts. Unfortunately, with her messy hair and plain clothes, she doesn't catch a lot of attention (ofc the boys thinks she's beautiful the way she is)

One day, however, a noble lady wanted to invite her (and the brothers) to a party she's hosting so she can humiliate her because she's a "peasant baker girl". But s/o has a secret plan up her sleeves.

On the night of the party, the brothers are looking for their lady (who asked for her baked goodies to be delivered to the party by other staff) and she's nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, the manors doors open and in comes s/o dressed in a simple yet gorgeous ball gown with her hair worn elegantly much to the brothers' (and everyone's) shock

Well hello my lovely anon💕

Im so happy to do this request because we have some ✨DRAMAAA✨ heree😌💕

Im so sorry for the wait and hope this was what you wanted💕

Star of the night

/reader’s pov/

It was such a beautiful day i wore my pants and my white t-shirt, Louis and I came to store to buy something for dinner. Of course when we were in the store i didn’t get much attention of guys and that’s good for me, I have my boys and I don’t need someone else. But girls always had something to tell me.

“Lord Louis how are you”, one lady said.

“Oh Lady Anita, pleasure to see you Im good how are you?”, Louis said.

“Im good how are you?” She asked and grabbed his hand.

As they were chatting and everything i saw that Louis never put Anita’s hand away from his. Does he likes her? Is it because she is more in dresses unlike me?

“Am we are in hurry Lady Anita but it was lovely to see you”, I said and took Louis’s hand and went out.

We were driving to mansion and i was still thinking about that in shop.

“I don’t like her baby, and no Im not lying you are beautiful the way you are”, I looked at him and saw that sweet smile he had.

I just smiled at him and got out from carriage because we got to mansion. As we entered the house William was heading downstairs.

“Sweetheart what a pleasure to see you earlier home today, but where is Louis?”, he asked and than Louis got inside.

I kissed other brother and got myself to kitchen. I wanted to bake something because it will help me for my mind.

As i was preparing cookies i felt someone running to me. He got me in the air and kissed me.

“Hahhaa when will you stop doing this?” I asked the oldest brother.

“Never”, Albert said.

He sat on chair we had in kitchen and looked at cookies.

“Don’t you dare to take one before I finish”, I said.

He looked like one little angry baby. So cute.

“Alright, alright. Lady Anita invited us to her party and asked if you can bake a cake for the party”, he said.

“Yeah I can do it, but i don’t have any beautiful dress to wear”.

“Babe you are beautiful in pants too. Wear what you want not what people want”, he said and kissed me.

I smiled and got back to bake cookies and to see what cake i will backe for Lady Anita.

/time of party/

“Have you seen (name)-chan?” Louis asked.

Other Moriarty brothers looked at him and shook there heads as no. At that time Lady Anita came to them in her beautiful rose gold dress.

“Moriarty brothers, It’s pleasure to see you all here, but where is (name)-chan. I wanted her to be a star of the night”, she said and had little smirk on her face.

“She should be here any minute”, Albert said.

“The cake was delivered by some young man”, she said.

When brothers wanted to say something everyone were looking at the doorway. I walked in, my dress was in 3 layers and 3 colors. Light blue was first layer, than red and than emerald green. Each color was for each brother. I walked to them.

“Good evening everyone. Lady Anita my pleasure to be here tonight”, I said.

I could see jealousy in her eyes, but last thing that was said to her for the night was by William.

“You were right miss Anita, our (name) will be the star of the party”, he said with smirk on his face.

She just went back to her friends and only thing I will say is the night was magical, because of my precious lovers.

[messers-moony]

Moony Wants, Moony Gets | R.L

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Moony has a natural wanting for his mate making his possessiveness visible the closer it gets to the full moon. 

He was always jealous. Blame it on the wolf in him, if you will, but Remus Lupin was highly possessive. Especially over what’s his - maybe not even what’s his but what he wants. She was gorgeous and his perfect mate—long tuffs of h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes that glittered in the limelight. There was one problem with her, though—one major flaw in her mess of perfection. 

Y/n L/n, cunning, ambitious, resourceful, and charismatic. 

That was the problem. Y/n was a Slytherin, and Remus was a half-blood Gryffindor. To make matters worse, her closest friend was Regulus Black - Sirius Blacks brother. Remus’ best friend's brother. But Remus couldn’t help it. Her voice was like a siren's call, and her beauty was a rival to Aphrodite, but she had the wisdom of Athena. Y/n was a perfect balance of everything. 

Closer to the full moon, his possessiveness became more of a problem. Sirius was noticing the low growl that would erupt from Remus whenever someone stepped close to Y/n. James saw the lingering glares left on any male within a six feet distance of her. Even Peter observed his green eyes turn a shade darker as if someone mixed black paint into his usually bright eyes. 

Y/n sat at the Slytherin table, a cup of coffee beside her as she spoke intently with Regulus. Meanwhile, a Gryffindor across the Great Hall was glaring daggers at the younger Black brother's head. Sirius nudged him, grabbing his attention. 

“Mate, you’re growling again.” Sirius whispered, and Remus’ cheeks turned pink, “Am not.”

James gave an unconvincing grin, “Mhm, totally.”

“I was not growling.”

“I think you were.” James replied, “Definitely was.” Sirius added. 

Remus sighed, pushing his plate away to lay his head on the table, “What’s got Moony all wound up?” James queried, Remus, deadpanned looking at the laughing girl across the room. 

“I think I know.” Sirius simpered, “Do you now? Don’t be a tosser.” James stated teasingly. 

“Turn around. Slytherin, talking with Reggie.” 

He turned and looked back at Remus with his jaw dropped, “No- fucking- way.”

“What?”

“She’s the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, you tosser!” 

“Oh…”

James snorted, “Yeah, oh.”

“Looks like Moony found his mate.” Sirius winked, and Remus groaned, “Shut up about it, will you?”

“Never.” 

It felt weird. James wouldn’t shut up about how brilliant Y/n was, how the Slytherin’s Quidditch team was able to make plays that no one else would’ve even thought about. Sirius wouldn’t stop offering to talk to Regulus to see if maybe he had any intel on her. Strangely enough, Peter was silent but had a guilty look on his face. Guilty sufficient for Remus to comment. 

“Why do you look guilty, Wormtail?” Remus inquired, and Peter's cheeks flushed pink, “She- Y/n isn’t- um….” 

“What do you know that we don’t, Peter?” Sirius queried, his voice harsh, “She isn’t what you think. That’s all I’m saying.” Peter stammered out nervously. 

James tilted his head at the blue-eyed boy, “And you know this how?” 

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“Woah! Hold on a second!” Sirius exclaimed in shock, “When did this happen?!”

“Back in fourth year.” Peter informed, “She seemed nice enough until you start to get serious with her. Y/n’s sharp-tongued and extremely ill-tempered.” 

Sirius sniggered, “Sounds like Moony.”

“Oi!”

“Sorry!”

“So, what does this mean for Remus?” James questioned further, “It doesn’t mean anything. Just be careful. I don’t care if you date her. Means nothing to me.” Peter replied, putting his hands up in innocent. 

Remus stared at Peter with curiosity swirling. How much did he truly know about Y/n? How did he manage to date her? Nonetheless, it didn’t mean anything to Remus because Moony wanted her. What Moony wants is what Moony gets. Later that evening, after prefect patrol, he padded into the library to dismiss any working students. But there were only two students inside. They sat in a secluded corner of the library. Regulus Black and Y/n L/n. 

Was it envy? Was it jealousy? He didn’t have time to ponder. Y/n had her head laid on Regulus’ shoulder and both her arms wrapped around his one arm. Regulus had leaned his head on top of hers, wavy black hair intertwined with her h/c hair. Both their eyes were closed, apparent they were asleep—potion and Transfiguration books placed on top of the wooden table along with an open sketchbook. 

What was he supposed to do in this situation? Wake them up? If it was just Y/n, perhaps he could’ve, but Regulus was with her, and Regulus wasn’t too fond of Remus for being friends with his older brother. Madam Pince had already left for the night, either choosing not to disturb them or didn’t notice them. Remus saw the inkpot beside the Potions book, almost empty. It was Y/n’s inkpot because the ink wasn’t black. It was a deep grape color. 

Remus sighed and grabbed the ink from his bag, charming it the same color. Discretely he took hers and swapped it out with his. Leaving a piece of parchment on top. Remus left the library without another word. Waking them up was a risk he’d rather not take. But now, he laid in his bed wondering how she’d feel about the new ink on the table. 

The sun began to rise, and Y/n’s body felt stiff. Carefully she began to stir awake after noticing a body beside her. Opening her eyes, everything seemed blurry, but after blinking a few times, she recognized the library books and the person's scent beside her. Regulus, her best friend. Y/n yawned and pulled away from him, about to begin packing their belongings, but she noticed a piece of parchment that lay on top of her ink. 

“Noticed you were out. You can have mine.“ 

Y/n hummed appreciatively. She didn’t know who gave her their ink, but she was eternally grateful for them saving her a trip to Hogsmeade. Y/n poked at Regulus’ right side, and he eventually stirred awake. His curls disheveled and his body just as stiff as she was. Regulus opened his eyes and met her e/c ones. 

“Did we fall asleep?” He groaned, and Y/n scoffed, “What do you think, dingus?”

“No need to be mean this early in the morning, Merlin.” 

“Someone saw us last night, though.” Y/n stated, and Regulus noticeably jumped, “Who?”

She shrugged, “Not sure, but they left me a new pot of ink.”

“Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.”

Both best friends cleared their table. Y/n put her Potions books away, and Regulus put his Transfiguration books away. Y/n stared at the writing on the parchment she had received earlier that day. The handwriting was almost unrecognizable. It was messy and sprawled. Whoever this was did not have good handwriting or was in a rush. But the day carried on. In Potions, Y/n sat in the front while the Marauders sat in the back. Remus stared holes in the back of Y/n’s head. 

“She’s gonna notice if you keep staring at her like that.” Sirius muttered. 

Remus sighed and continued to write his notes. If he tried hard enough, he could make out her elegant purple ink from here. It always baffled him why she chose purple over traditional black - suppose it wasn’t really any of his business, but he couldn’t help but wonder. The familiar sketchbook sat on top of the desk as well; he could see doodles in the same deep purple color. Occasionally Regulus - who sat beside her - would nudge her to pay attention, gaining an annoyed groan. 

Potions class always smelt weird. It was a mixture of glue, seaweed, and salt. It was also constantly humid. It brought shivers down Remus’ spine. He noticed it doing the same to the Slytherin girl at the front. Remus craved nothing more than to wrap his robe around her, but he was too late. Regulus was already doing the action, which earned him one of her jaw-dropping smiles. Unconsciously he began growling again. This time, James smacked his arm. 

“Mate!” 

“Sorry…” 

Dinner was even worse. Y/n had yet to remove Regulus’ robes leaving him in a button-down white shirt and the usual uniform. Sirius was surprised at his younger brother's chivalry but didn’t speak much. The full moon was that night, and as dinner progressed, Remus only gained more possessive. James and Sirius gave up on trying to scold him. It was apparent Moony wanted - no - needed her. Slytherin captain be damned, Y/n was going to be Moonys. 

A dry winter night. As usual, Remus walked to the Whomping Willow with his three friends following him. Tonight was normal in the sense of his friends turning into their animagus,’ but the odd thing was letting him out of the shack. The werewolf and the dog ran around the forest together. The rat and stag lagging behind, allowing the two animals to play together. But a stick-breaking brought the attention of the werewolves to the new person. 

He could smell them. Hear their blood running through their veins. Their heart pounding at a standard rate. The dogs barking could be heard, trying to distract the werewolf. The scent was female, and she wasn’t scared. Instead, the girl approached with confidence sticking out her hand to the wolf. Padfoot barked loudly. Prongs backed down, looking nervous. Wormtail squeaked loudly. But she came with confidence and assurance. 

Moony growled, “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She cooed, “You’re safe with me.”

The h/c haired girl knelt on the grass, “No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Moony hesitantly put his snout in the girl's palm, making her grin. His fur was soft to the touch, and his eyes turned soft. Her smile was beautiful, and Moony nuzzled his hand into her soft palm. She chuckled and patted him more. Padfoot barked excitedly and ran to her, but the werewolf started to bare his teeth again. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m yours.” 

The wolf seemed to calm down at her words allowing Padfoot to approach her. Smiling brightly, she pet both animals, “It’s okay, love.”

“My name’s Y/n. I didn’t know that there was a werewolf here.” Y/n greeted as Moony curled up beside her, his head on her thigh, Padfoot doing the same on the other side.

She caught sight of the other two animals and whistled for their attention, “C’mere.”

Prongs and Wormtail approached nervously, but Moony gave no sense of protectiveness. Y/n’s words resonated in his head over and over again, “I’m yours.” The wolf fell asleep beside her, Padfoot doing the same. Prongs approached, and Y/n patted the top of his head. Wormtail sat in front of her knee. They seemed at peace. It was the first time Moony ever felt at ease. They’d be lying if it didn’t make them happy. 

Y/n stayed up all night with the animals. Despite the animals not knowing, Y/n knew that the stag, rat, and dog were animagus’. The werewolf was unknown to her. The following morning when the stag turning into James, rat into Peter, dog into Sirius. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to find out who the werewolf was. When he turned back into a human with his clothes tattered. Y/n continued to run her fingers through his hair as he slept. 

“Morning, Marauders,” Y/n commented. 

“You’re- you-“ James stuttered.

She laughed, “Apparently, your moony really likes me.”

“Would you mind petting me again?” Sirius teased, “Maybe.” Y/n retorted, winking. 

Sirius laid down on her other thigh that Remus wasn’t laying on, smiling; she ran her fingers through their hair, “You’re a godsend, lemme tell you.”

James and Peter sat in front of Y/n, “What made you want to take a walk in the forbidden forest last night?”

“Just wanted some air.” Y/n answered. 

Remus groaned and began pushing his head onto Y/n’s hand, “Morning, Remus.”

The Marauders and Y/n had never seen him jump up that fast, “What- you- I- uh-“

“Didn’t know you were a werewolf.”

“I- uh…”

“Sirius, for the love of God, get off her lap.” James interject, slapping the boy on the head playfully, “But it feels so good.” Sirius drawled. 

James grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the grass. In the process, Sirius got a mouthful of dirt and grass, “You wanker.”

“Did I- erm- hurt you?” Remus questioned shyly, “Nope, I'm completely unscathed.” Y/n smiled reassuringly. 

Remus turned to his friends, “Nope! Y/n saved us all.”

“Are you hurt?” Y/n inquired to Remus, who took a quick look at himself, “I- I don’t believe so….”

Sirius blew a raspberry, “Thank Merlin! Dragging you to the hospital wing is bloody exhausting.”

Silence filled the forest until Sirius smirked, “You know, mate when you were talking about Moony wanting her. I thought you were joking. Turns out you weren’t.”

“Oi!”

“Oh, Merlin…”

Y/n chuckled, “Well, Moony is rather cute if I’m honest.”

Remus’ cheeks blasted with pink, and Sirius laughed. James shook his head with a big grin, and Peter looked amused with Y/n’s confession. Without hesitation, Y/n leaned over to kiss Remus’ cheek, making him hide his face flustered. She stood up and ruffled Sirius’ hand, gently rubbing her nails across his scalp, making Sirius try to lean into her palm. They all stared at her except for Remus, who was equally embarrassed and flustered. 

“If you’re looking for a fifth Marauder, I know the Slytherin common room password.” Y/n winked as she walked to the castle. 

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|| Uramichi Daily Headcanon ||

|| Warnings: minor sexual harassment ||

|| Uramichi • Shy|F!Reader ||

Clubbing

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*💙

With the music blaring, more than what he was used to, Uramichi got a headache. He didn't even want to come here. He would much prefer their usual restaurant to drink. But Usahara being the annoying fool he is, dragged everyone to some club he frequents. Something about wanting to see the cute bartender. He should’ve just gone home.

Uramichi looked around the table. Utano was beyond drunk and complaining about her boyfriend. Iketeru was up on stage singing. He was drunk but still sounded good. Kumatani was busy trying to get Iketeru down from the stage. Usahara hitting on the bartender. The annoyed and exhausted man was busy smoking his cigarette, hoping he could go home soon.

“Look at those girls.” Uramichi heard Utano speak up, “oogling over Iketeru like that. Just cuz he’s got a nice voice and looks doesn’t mean shit!” He watched her complain and drop her head on the table. Probably crying.

Just as she said, he could see girls of all ages fawning over Iketeru. Some were even cooing at Kumatani, touched by his big brotherly gestures at Iketeru. Just how drunk was everyone tonight? He’ll get Usahara for this later. At least they’re having fun, well, most of them. Uramichi felt pity for Utano, but there was nothing he could do. So, he just gave a simple pat on her head to calm her down as she cried her soul out.

“Um, excuse me.” He heard a soft, meek voice near him.

Uramichi paid no mind. It was probably some conversation he was overhearing. Utano complained to him and wanted to know why her boyfriend still hasn't asked her to marry him. She’s been dropping hints. He felt awkward as he had no answer to it, considering he wasn’t close to either of them. He sighed, he’ll probably leave soon. But he feels bad leaving his friends drunk inside a club.

Uramichi felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see a young girl, perhaps no older than 25. She looked to be very shy, a faint blush apparent on her <skin color> cheeks. She wasn’t looking at him either but at her fingers, which she was twiddling. “Um, hi there.” Her blush intensified.

It was the same voice as earlier. So, it belonged to her and it was directed at him. He wasn’t interested in getting with some girl he had just met in the club. “Listen, I’m not a cordial man. Nor am I interested.” He quickly rejected the girl. Plus, she deserves someone better than him anyways. He’s in his 30s already, she’s got time to find someone better or improve herself; unlike him.

“There ya are cutie!” He heard a gruff voice coming towards his table.

Utano had long passed out and his friends were still busy doing what they already were. Why is everyone so social in this club?

He can hear the girl mumbling and, was she shaking?

“Where’d ya go? I turn around an ya gone.” The man came up to the trembling girl.

She clung onto the hem of her dress. “I was looking for a friend.” He could hear the fear in her voice. “I couldn’t find them.” She whispered and turned away from Uramichi.

“‘s okay pretty lady. You’ve got me to keep you company tonight and the bed warm.” His hand slipped up to her waist. A sly and gross smile displayed on his face.

Uramichi saw the young girl flinch. He’s not sure if it’s the drinks rushing through his body, but he quickly got up. “You should lay your grimy hands off people who don’t want it on them.” He glared at the gruff man. “Especially not my girlfriend.” Uramichi wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the man.

A gasp left the girl's mouth when she heard him. She stumbled back and felt his toned chest on her back. Despite smelling like cigarettes and alcohol, he was warm.

Uramichi now understood the situation. She wasn’t trying to hit on him or take him back to her place, vice versa. She was trying to protect herself from some man making inappropriate advancements on her. He didn’t like men like that one bit. The girl in his arms didn’t deserve this, no one did.

He could feel her trembling under his arm, so he pulled her closer. He slightly moved Utano to the side and had the girl sit next to his seat.

“Hey listen! She was the one asking for it!” The man defended his actions. “Dancing on the dance floor and swaying her hips.” He licked his lips.

Uramichi was disgusted.

“She was simply enjoying herself. In no sense was she asking for you, or anyone, to come talk to her.” He glared at the man. “She has me to come back to.” Uramichi smirked.

This was extremely out of character for him, but he couldn’t stand by and let someone get harassed. Not when she came to his table for help as well. The stranger, no longer interested, cursed him out. He knew he’d have no chances of winning in a fight against Uramichi. All those muscles weren’t just for show. He walked away, leaving the tree of them at the table.

“Thank you.” He heard her say behind him.

He was grateful she was unharmed. He gave her a fresh glass of water to cool down from the recent event.

“My name's Y/N.” She put her hand out to shake his. “Mines Uramichi.” He replied.

“Sorry to have bothered you and your girlfriend. You didn’t have to do that.” The girl was afraid to look up at him.

She’s right. He didn’t have to, “but it was the right thing to do. I’m glad you’re safe.” He shook her hands. ‘They’re soft.’ He thought to himself. Especially against his own rough palm. “Also,” he pointed to the passed out Utano, “not my girlfriend. Just a coworker. Out with coworkers after clocking out.” He explained and sat down next to her. She seems to have calmed down.

She made an ‘Ah’ face and apologized for the misunderstanding. She looked at him properly for the first time, ‘He’s handsome.’ she thought to herself. Right as she was about to excuse herself, Uramichi spoke up, “you’re free to stay with us at the table until you leave.” He proposed, “for safety measures.” She took him up on his offer and thanked him for his generosity. He reminded her of an older brother figure.

Usahara came back to their table, confused, yet happy, to see the unfamiliar, pretty girl. Right after him, Iketeru and Kumatani joined their table. They all had questioning looks. Uramichi explained what had happened and the girl kept saying thank you.

Kumatani scolded her for coming to a club alone late at night. Iketeru sang random tunes to lighten up the mood. Usahara attempted to flirt with her but Uramichi glared at him each time. Utano’s still passed out. From what he’s noted, she’s shy but gets along with others with ease. Maybe he’ll hang around a bit longer. It’ll be rude of him to not walk his “girlfriend” back home.

Author’s Note:

This came out better in my head, I swear! As a manga reader, I like to think Uramichi actually considers his coworkers his friends 🥺 Thank you for the requests so far! I see y’all thirsty for a specific person at the moment aye 👀 they should be up by the end of the week, be on the look out!

Also I wanted to thank you all for the support you have shown me so far 💜 it means a lot and truly does motivate me to continue writing. Feel free to DM me if you want someone to talk about the anime with XD

Enjoy!

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Is That My Bra? || Fred Weasley

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1.9k

Requested: No

Summary: Things get heated when Fred steals your favorite bra from your room

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever created it

A/N: This is my first piece of writing here, please let me know what you think! I hope y'all like it :)

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE JUST FINE :)

George walked back to the small circle of Lee and Fred, a triumphant look on his face. Proudly he lifted up his left pant leg, showing his now clean shaven leg.

“Done,” George declared, causing Lee and Fred to both fall back in laughter.

“Nice job Georgie,” Fred said, after composing himself. “You wait until Angelina sees that.”

George grinned. “They’re only going to make her fancy me more.”

Lee snorted at George’s comment, finding the shaven legs more horrifying than attractive. “Get on with it George, it’s your turn.”

George looked between the two of them, before he landed on Fred. “Freddie my boy, dare or dare?”

The three had originally been playing truth or dare, but after nobody picking truth for seven rounds, they had changed the name to dare or dare. For the last forty-five minutes, the three of them had been sent on a wide range of tasks, from streaking through the charms corridor (Lee got a weeks worth of detention for that) to making a dirty comment in the ear of an unsuspecting Hufflepuff.

Fred pretended to think. “Hmm, I think I’ll go with dare.”

George looked around the common room, trying to come with a suitable dare for his brother.

His eyes landed on you, who was just making your way down the stairs from the girls dormitories. Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, were with you, and the three of you were laughing at a joke Alicia had said.

You turned, feeling someone’s eyes on you and sent George a look. He waved back wildly, and you raised an eyebrow, waving back to him.

You followed the girls out of the common room, heading towards the kitchens for an evening snack.

George turned back to the two boys with a wide grin on his face. “I dare you Fred to steal Y/N’s bra.”

Lee busted out laughing once more as Fred turned to George. “Easy,” he replied confidently, getting up from the circle.

A smirk played on his lips as he made his way towards the stairs up to the girls dormitories. He was only six steps up when the stairs flattened out, producing a slide that sent Fred tumbling back down into the common room.

George bent over laughing at his brother, who was now splayed across the floor and had attracted the attention of the few people present in the room.

“Jackass,” Fred muttered, picking himself up. “You knew that was going to happen.”

“I didn’t, I swear,” George defended between laughs.

Fred continued to glower, not buying it. “Give me a new dare, I can’t do this one.”

George’s laughter faded, his expression turning to one of thought as he tried to find a way around the stairs.

“We could go get your broom,” Lee suggested.

Fred nodded. “That could-” He let out a small yelp as he felt his feet leave the ground.

Looking down, he saw that he was now hovering six inches in the air and his brother was pointing his wand at home in concentration.

Lee let out a whoop of excitement as George lifted him up the steps.

Fred now stood at the top of the stairs, rubbing his head from where George had “accidently” bumped him into the wall.

“Go get the bra!” George yelled, causing a third year to fix the three with a horrified expression.

Fred walked down the narrow hallway, trying to locate your dormitory. After finding the right one, he pushed open the door, pausing for a moment to take in the sheer amount of clothes that littered the floor. He found your bed easily by the large Holyhead Harpies blanket that was stretched across the top. He himself had given it to you for your birthday last year.

Fred’s eyes landed on your trunk and a large smirk filled his face. Resting on top was a set of clothes, and beneath the shirt he could see the straps of a lacie red bra.

Fred slid down the stairs not three minutes later, sitting back down in the circle and triumphantly showing the boys your bra.

George applauded loudly, but immediately stopped when he caught sight of you coming back though the portrait hole with Alicia and Angelina, all three of you balancing numerous sweet treats in your arms.

“Shit,” George hissed, “it’s Y/N.”

Fred’s eyes widened and he quickly shoved your bra into his book bag that laid beside him, filled with the homework he had yet to do.

You walk past without a second glance though, heading up to your dorm.

~

The following morning you stood in your dorm, running late for breakfast as you hastily flipped through the clothes in your trunk.

“Are you okay?” Alicia asked, already dressed for the day.

“Yeah,” you replied absently, again rechecking all your clothes. “I just can’t seem to find my bra. Did one of you two take it? It’s the red one.”

Angelina snorted. “You know red’s not my color,” she stated, leaning over your shoulder to look in your trunk. “Just wear something else.”

You pursed your lips. “I picked this one out because it goes with my top for the party tonight, I have to find it!”

“You mean the top you’re going to wear for Fred?” Angelina asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes. “No you daft doxie!” You exclaimed, giving your best friend a playful shove. “You and I both know that’s a load of horse crap.”

Angelina only winked back, causing you to shove her again.

Annoyed at your bad luck, you glared at your clothes once more. You knew you had set it out just last night so you could find it the next morning. Now where had it gone?

After three more searches through your trunk, which only seemed to make it messier and more difficult to look through, you settled for a black sports bra instead, not your favorite but it would have to do.

~

After morning classes you found yourself running late to lunch after going back up to your dorm to grab the transfiguration essay you had forgotten to put in your bag that morning. Hustling down the stairs, your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you had missed breakfast.

Your pace quickened, rounding the corner into the charms corridor where you immediately crashed into an unsuspecting student.

“Shit,” you said, as you rather ungracefully stumbled back. Losing your footing, you landed on the floor painfully.

“Damn I’m sorry Y/N,” someone said, and you looked up to see Fred sprawled across the floor across from you, his twin not too far away, trying to hide his snickers.

“Don’t-”

You had barely started speaking when your eyes landed on Fred’s bag, which had slid across the floor in the impact. Your attention was drawn to the red lacie strap which was peeking out from inside.

The twins followed your gaze, Fred’s face turning into one of surprise as he had completely forgotten that he hadn’t taken your bra out of his bag last night, whilst George doubled over in a silent laughter.

“Is that my bra?” you asked bluntly, turning to stare at Fred.

“I best be going,” George said, giving you two a little waive, “have fun with that brother.”

You turned to Fred again. “Is that my bra?” you repeated.

Fred’s look of shock twisted into a smirk. “Quite possibly love.”

“How- What-” you struggled to find the right words. Finally you resorted to just saying. “You took that from my room.”

Fred nodded. “Yup, sounds about right.”

You turned to look at your bra once more, and Fred, sensing what you were going to do, dove for it just as you did. He was far closer, reaching it first though you landed on top of him just seconds later, your hand trying to grip the undergarment.

“Give it to me,” you hissed, as he held it behind his head and out of your reach.

Fred looked up at you, from where he was positioned underneath, his smirk only widening. “You know I hadn’t pegged you as a top, Y/N,” he said cheekily. “We might have some control issues later.”

You glared down at him, but he only winked back.

“Shut the hell up and give me the damn bra,” you snapped, lunging forward.

Fred firmly placed his free hand on your waist, holding you back.

“You’ll need to do better than that L/N,” he taunted.

You were now royally pissed off and desperately wanted to hex that smirk right off his face. You look back to where your bag had fallen several yards back, judging how fast you could reach your wand.

“Don’t bother love,” Fred said, reading your thoughts. “I won’t let you get that far.” He squeezed your hips for good measure.

“Now do tell me,” he asked lazily, his hand that was on your waist beginning to slide up your shirt. “Why is this particular bra so important?”

You slapped his hand, but that only seemed to provoke him more as his thumb was now beginning to trace circles on your stomach. Quickly, you glanced down the hall to make sure it was empty, thank Merlin it was lunch. You and Fred were still in a rather compromising position, something he seemed to indicate wouldn’t change anytime soon. Normally you would have been rather content with this too, but currently you were far too focused on retrieving your stolen bra and the redhead beneath you wasn’t doing anything to lessen your annoyance.

“I need it for the party tonight,” you finally grumbled.

Fred pretended to think. “That is a rather convincing argument, you should have started with that earlier. I as much as the next guy would be quite curious of this outfit.”

You flushed red, picturing the rather see through top in your head.

Fred smirked at your discomfort, his hand rising up your back. With no warning, he pulled you down, causing you to let out a gasp when your face reached a mere few inches from his.

“I am very curious of this outfit,” he repeated, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

You felt your heart rate quicken. His warm breath hit your face and you struggled not to sigh. You’re still angry at him, you tried to remind yourself.

Fred’s hand that was slithering up your back had now reached your bra and he let out a huff of annoyance. “Damn, sports bra, you’re killing me L/N.”

This time you were the one who smirked. “I would have been wearing that bra if you hadn’t taken it.”

“Now where would we be if I had done that?” Fred asked quietly, before pressing his lips against yours.

Almost instantly you kissed him back, your mouths moving together in sync. You felt Fred smirk against your mouth before he flipped you, causing you to let out a small yelp as you found yourself now looking up at him.

“I’m always on top,” he whispered huskily, crashing his mouth against yours once more.

Your hands tangled themselves into his hair, pulling him closer to you. His landed on your body, dropping your now forgotten bra on the floor. They traced your skin, running up your stomach and, despite Fred’s complaints, still managing to get beneath your bra.

“Fred,” you muttered against his mouth. “Can I have my bra back?”

“Only if I get to be the one to take it off you tonight.”