#i think that's where you'd put the y. don't correct me if i'm wrong

[jonathanrook]

me: hey guys i got some new world building :) y'all: cool are you gonna tell us about what something looks like you haven't done that in a while me, who has no mind's eye: polyomegy :)

[yayll]

Hi!! It’s my first time requesting something so I dont know how that works.. um I was thinking of some mission like some kind of ball that dazai and y/n has to go and y/n has to seduce someone to get information out of them. You know those masquerade balls? Yeah I think that really goood!! And dazai gets sooooooooo jealous and after she got the information dazai kiss her infront of that person to show him that she’s his😭😭😭😭😭😭omg

HIII angel sorry this took me a while, but i hope you like it :') i tweaked your idea a lil and fingers crossed this is what you so graciously asked for. i tried to put my best jealous goofy ass dazai in there along with the absolute MUSH his brain turns into when he has you to himself mixed with a lil........ fucked in the headness. i love requests! this was soooo fun to write i love youuuuuu <3

~ a little something about Dazai and his uncharacteristic jealousy ~

"Osamu, come on... You're my only sweetheart, you know that."

You call out half sweetly and half out of breath as you follow him down the hallway of the lavish event you were currently attending, dressed to the nines and trying to remain undercover. You were coming to realize why people didn't date within the workplace as he walked ahead, grumbling to himself. He's trying to remain unfazed, pretending to still be upset as he shrugs with his back turned to you.

"Hmph. I dunno, I don't feel like I'm your 'sweet' anything..."

This causes you to roll your eyes affectionately and pick up the pace, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder to finally stop him in his tracks. You flash him a sincere smile, and speak softly.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that. I didn't know that asshole was going to kiss me after he let me go. I also didn't think you'd ever get jealous..."

You say that last part with a more playful tone, treading dangerous waters of your unpredictable lover's emotions. As expected, he sighs dramatically, casting you a look of disgust.

"Ugh, of course I'm not... That's honestly sooo lame and pathetic. I can entertain jealousy as much as I can entertain one of Kunikida's little speeches on morals, or whatever."

"You mean his 'ideals'?"

You chide, stifling a laugh. He glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he scans you for a moment.

He can't find a single flaw on that precious face, not a single stray hair or stain on your exquisite outfit. He should change that by the end of the night.

"... You're always so negative, correcting me and whatnot. Isn't it tiring being so irritatingly superior in every way?"

This one gets a laugh out of you, You can tell he's slowly lightening up his mood by the way you both begin walking side by side once again.

"Yeah well, if it weren't for that little kiss earlier, we'd both still be all tied up in the wine cellar of this wonderful party."

He flashes you a pout, and shrugs dismissively.

"And here I thought you of all people would like the idea of being tied up with me. Hmph, wrong partner, I suppose."

Now he was starting to pick back at you, though it was cute. Jealousy looked cute on him, it was something you didn't think he was capable of. It was a pity it had to be during a mission where your main asset was your seduction skills and his was mental instability. You hated every second of it, but you also wanted to make sure you both made it out with the secret intel alive.

You make your way into the grand ballroom, the gala is in full swing, and your eyes dart around to find a proper escape route. Just as you see an exit, a handsome and well dressed young man blocks your view, sticking his hand out.

"Hi. You're gorgeous. Care for a dance?"

You stare down at his hand and then back up at the stranger, your face flushing as you're caught off guard.

"Me? No, no I-"

Dazai immediately interjects, sloppily holding a glass of champagne that somehow manifested in his hand and pretends to be drunk. He loved his theatrics, especially when he was desperate.

He bumps harshly into the young man's shoulder, the alcohol sloshing out of the cup as he slurs, but not before he flashes you a wink to tell you to play along.

"Sooo sorry, pardon me. This indeed beautiful angel is quite busy you see... Taking care of me that is. Ooh, I'm a wreck! I'm nothing but a sad and lonely dog.. In this sad and lonely world-"

The man looks at Dazai skeptically, and huffs into a chuckle. He shoves him away, and turns his attention back to you. Your eyes dart nervously between the two, wondering what Dazai will do next.

"Shut it, clown.. Anyway, I think this further proves you should be in the company of a gentleman like me tonight rather than this wet mop-"

The sound of a champagne flute soaring through the air and connecting to the man's skull is suddenly heard, interrupting him and sending him falling to the ground along with broken glass and liquid everywhere. In one swift motion, Dazai is at your side with a premature victorious smirk, but before you can both be on your way, the man regains his posture and spins him around, punching him square in the face. Dazai's not scrawny or weak, but he isn't the most skilled fighter, relying mostly on his special ability and intelligence to get him out of things.

You gasp, instinctively grabbing Dazai by the collar of his suit and dragging him away to get lost in the crowd of concerned people. You finally make it outside and you both collapse onto the soft grass just outside the venue. It's decorated with all kinds of flowers and fragrant rose bushes, it almost looks like you're at the garden of Versailles. You look over at Dazai, his nose bleeding all over the place, but he looks completely unbothered by it. As you reach over to touch the bridge of his nose, he grabs your wrist and holds it away gently. He waves a finger at you.

"No touchy, I've got it."

He does not, in fact, got it. He looks around until he plucks a rose petal and uses it to wipe his nostrils. You frown, getting all up in his space within an instant.

"What on earth are you doing, Osamu? Let me help, you goofball. Your nose is a mess thanks to that stunt you pulled."

You tear off a bit of fabric from your outfit and dab his skin tenderly, holding his head on your lap now. You can see some blood has trailed down his neck, staining the bandages there along with the collar of his crisp white dress shirt you picked out for him this morning. Dazai perks up, his voice slightly strained but full of lightheartedness.

"How does it feel to work with the agency's most tactical and covert operative? Eh?~"

You bite back a smile, and shake your head. You murmur.

"Feels like he's asking for a death wish a little more than usual."

Your lips soon become a thin line, realizing your statement hurts a little more in the context of the situation than it usually would. He notices your mood shift as his eyes flicker from your concerned eyes down to your lips and back up again. He knows it hurts you when he's like this, reckless and acting out on the impulses of his own plans. He wants to sit up and close the gap between you, kiss you until you drop down those brave walls you're putting up for the sake of the mission. For the sake of your feelings for him. He knows he's careless with it all.

He hums, eyes trained on you as if burning the image of your heavenly self into his mind, where you always deserve to be. In the distance, a bulky sketchy looking man runs out of the venue frantically, looking around wildly and you both get the impression it's the guy from the cellar earlier who kissed you in exchange for your freedom.

Shit! You could have sworn you knocked him out cold. Dazai sits up from your lap and you two scoot more into the bush, trying to hide from him as he makes a call. You mutter under your breath, turning to Dazai as you begin to type something out on your communicator.

"Now's the perfect time to let the others know we're ready for extraction."

He's already looking at you, or gazing admiringly more like. He knows he can fuck up everything, pay any consequence, but the thing he needs to get right for the selfishness of his wretched little heart is you. He scoots a bit closer, hearing the sounds of both your shallow breaths harmonizing. He mutters, softly.

"It would also be the perfect time for you to kiss my face better. You know, for my wellness and all that. Besides, that guy wasn't very nice to us earlier and we need to get rid of any traces of him from those lips. Yuck."

You roll your eyes yet again, despite the fluttering that won't let your stomach rest.

"Who cares about that, we have a case to close first."

He smirks, voice dropping low and provocative.

"I care."

He leans in even further, practically caging you with both arms on either side of you. He can feel your breathing become more erratic, his own filled with a pathetic sense of need he always has when he's with you. Dazai's hand reaches out and grabs your chin, turning it up slightly to face him, making sure you drop this silly act once and for all. His voice comes out gentle, firm.

"I need you to physically push me away, or I swear I'm going to kiss you right now, cutie."

Your eyes widen as you let a shaky breath escape your plush lips, murmuring in return.

"I'll.. punch you in the nose again, you know..."

His hand moves from your chin to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he takes another breath, his body aching to be as close to yours as possible. His eyes are fixed on you, tearing you apart right then and there, but not before putting you back together so nicely. In that moment, he knows you don't mean that, and he knows he can't resist anymore.

He then whispers with a finality, the anticipation torturing him like you do on a daily basis.

"I don't think I'm going to listen to that..."

You break into a faint smile as you perceive him back.

"You've still got a little blood on your-"

Without another word, Dazai closes the remaining distance between you and him, kissing you with fervor as his soft whines reverberate against your lips. You taste sweetness and then... metallic as your lips mesh together for a heavenly moment. He feels alive, this was what he needed, the soothing balm for his soul and any other wound only you could provide. He's like a vampire, a parasite leeching off of your very essence so he could be himself around you. Cowardly burrowing into the safety of your heart. You squirm just a tad, your fingers carding through his brown hair as you try to keep up. He pulls back after his nose can't push more air through and keeps his lips hovering over yours, feeling the heat from your mouth mingle with his as he sees your lips stained red with his blood. Just as he's going to comment on how disgustingly erotic it is to see you like that, he pushes away the indecent thoughts, using the bandage on his wrist to wipe your mouth instead.

"Okay, I'll be good for now. You can call for extraction.~"

It was a dumb thing to do and could be seen as him being territorial or jealous, but the reality of it was that it was the natural order of things when it came to the way he processed his affections. Someone gets in between the two of you in any way?

An uglier and more dangerous past version of himself would have called for an immediate execution, there was a reason he held the titles that he did. He did his very best to keep that mentality at bay, rebuking it every time he felt a dark urge that he felt needed to be dealt with, mostly for your sake and for the sake of the promise he made to a friend once. Though he can't lie and say that's not who he is anymore, he can always find a better way to get his point across... even if a wishful bullet to the head comes out in the form of a kiss on your precious lips. He'll try for you. He'll wear the fastidious label proudly and be Dazai, a jealous man.

[miguelsslvt]

SO AFTER READING your ... Miguel smut 😩✊ which is so freaking good and I wanted to ask if you can make an bodyguard/brat tramer !Miguel x FM/sassybrat!reader PLS I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE PLS SMUT please I'm on my knee on this idea like pls imagine Miguel trying n to do his job but FMbrat!reader wouldn't stay put and bend her over any surface and GO ABOUSTLY *Feral*ON her not giving READER ANY BREAK ! ONLY making her an moaning MESS while SAYING such thing like

"Oh? ..f-fu..So... This will shu-fu-ck!~....You so tight huh? You like when.!-.. I treat you like a...~!*fucking*slut" *"Mis extremas*" ( I use Google translate I'm so sorry if it wrong pls correct me I am!😭)

🗣🗣🗣🗣😩😩✊I CANT I NEED THIS PLS GURLL!.mother I love your writing🙌

(Im definitely a normal think about this man ,Miguel ohara)

bodyguard! brat tamer! miguel x brat! reader smut

word count: 445

TW: hugely nsfw, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

A/N: SWEETHEART I FEEL YOU!! i was so excited to do this request because as a brat myself, i love this concept so much. brat tamer miguel has my heart djhisdjdgkl!! anyways, welcome to the club! ^^

god, did you regret not listening to his warning sooner. you were in the kitchen, whining as usual.

'no! i don't want to go see my dad!!' 'y/n your father wants to make sure y-' 'i don't care! who are you for me to listen to!? you aren't anyone special!' you whined. god, you were such a princess.

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'still not anyone special am i, sweetheart? because i-.. ay coño... i think i'm the one fucking you so hard you can't focus right now.~' he said behind your ear, as you held onto the kitchen counter for dear life. you were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back as miguel relentlessly plowed his way into you.

'aww poor princess.. can't even process a single word other then my name hm?~' he teased, pulling your hair back as you let out a squeal. 'm-miguel!! p-lease~ g-gonna-' 'oh no no muñeca.. only good girls get to cum. and i don't think you've been good have you?' he mocked, as you moaned in response, drool spilling from your mouth. miguel let out a light chuckle.

'aw look at you, you're lucky your dad let me to take care of you, hm? i wonder what he would think if he saw you like this.. all blabbering nonsense as your bodyguard fucks some sense into you~'

god, you couldn't feel anything. you were close, so close. but you knew that if you'd cum, miguel would make this so much worse then it had to be. even though you liked a challenge, you couldn't even form words to think right now, let alone another punishment.

'i-i'll b-be g-good! i-i swear!' you cried out, a moaning mess as tears and drool fell down your face, down to your neck. your hair stuck onto your forehead, as the restr was held by miguel's strong hand, where his other was on your hip, guiding you deeper onto his 9 inches.

'good? yeah? you'll be good for me muñeca?' he panted, feeling his climax arising. 'm-mhm!! y-yes- m-miguel ple-ase!~' you moaned out, as he let go of your hair and started to play with your clit.

you were practically chanting 'yes, please, miguel' as if your life depended on it. 'g-gonna..! i- m-miguel-' 'shh.. cum for me sweetheart, i know i know, you've been too good for me to not let you cum.' he said, as with that, you broke.

as your pussy spasmed around his cock, miguel let out a loud groan as he came moments after you, filling you. you gasped for air, as he panted with you.

wait, didn't your dad request to see you earlier? is that a knock on the door?!

[firegirl888101]

how would the harbingers react to a reader who's good at drawing? like, they like to draw the harbingers or other things

Good at drawing?

I'm shit at drawing so I'm not really sure what to say, that's why I didn't reply to this for awhile. But, I eventually got a couple things when my friend was sketching some stuff in front of me.

Sorry that the current Insatiable Madness chapter is taking so long, I've been studying a lot these past couple of days.

I also got another ask where it asked about Halloween. I don't really celebrate Halloween, because I never grew up with it. I've always been too shy to trick-or-treat and I didn't have many friends (and still don't) who'd want to go with me. Quite sad actually, but it's alright. I don't think I missed out on much.

Is anyone expecting me to make a Halloween special? I don't mind doing it, but I'll need inspiration as I wouldn't know where to start 💀

Actually, the more I think about it, I do have one fun idea. (Harbingers going trick-or-treating??? Halloween party if that even exists? Idk, I'll have to do some research.)

|You can take this with Yandere and without - some will probably lean towards yan though.|

So, to begin with:

Pierro wouldn't be too bothered. I feel if Y/N had a skill they were confident in, and wanted to show it, he'd let his curiousity get the better of him and check it out. But, if it's something like drawing he'll probably leave a comment then leave. Whether it's positive or negative, you be the judge. This man is like a slate slab. No personality I'm sorry 😭😭 (When I see more of his character, maybe I'll like him more?)

If you were to draw this man, he'd be humbled. A Grandpa who received his very first present from his grandchild. Would definitely frame the damn thing in his office (which originally was your parent's) he'd put it on the desk. It's his office now, don't argue for it back.

Capitano would show interest. Not too much since he's the main captain of the Fatui, but still interested. If he's bored, or deems the 'fort' (the house) safe, he'll sit down with you and watch what you're doing. Occasionally asking you if he could doodle with you - but I think that would be very rare. His main objective in his mind is guarding you when your own is low whilst you're having fun, doodling or drawing something.

Would 100% deny the picture of him at first. He'd think, that looks like me, but it can't be. Yes, it's him, you'd reassure. Eventually he does take it and folds it in his coat. After that, he'd probably leave the room in embarrassment. Since then on, he'd definitely keep all drawings you've made of him in his pocket. There's too many? Let's put it in the second pocket. That's full too? Looks like he's buying a new coat. Oh? There's room in his military coat he hasn't worn in two years? That'll do just nicely.

Dottore would be intrigued if he saw you practice anatomy - or if you drew more of a gorey scene. I think he'd be even more interested if you liked to draw the human body with extra things (such as arms, legs, eyes or even got rid of a few), and question you on your design choices and if it already exists somewhere. (He's not fooling you, he's obviously taking inspirations for a new experiment). If he didn't know, or wasn't good, he'd probably ask for tips on how to sketch ideas like yours. He reassures you it's not for any experimentation but once again, he's not fooling you at all.

If you were to draw him he'd treat it like glass. Nobody has ever given him a sketch before - bonus points if you draw him injured whilst you're angry with him. He'd treat it as if you drew him with love, and not as if you'd stab him in the heart if you ever got the chance. What do you mean he shouldn't like it this much? It's a work of art! He'd be very quick to correct the drawing if you got anything wrong. Who knows what this man has in his body at this point.

Columbina would join you in your drawing activities. Maybe add some glitter if you have any. The second you complain about cleaning up, however, she has somehow disappeared and has become very forgetful about the events upstairs. 'How curious!~' She would hum to herself with her usual smile. Is definitely the type to ask if you could draw her. Who are you to refuse? Especially when she gives you that look of daunt hope and kindness which makes you drop your pen in fear. Before you can give her an answer, you've already picked up your pencil and began to sketch her beautiful headpiece.

When Columbina receives her multiple sketches, she's overjoyed. Oh, look how you drew this part! How you drew her clothes! She's quick to kiss you on the cheek as a thank you and runs off somewhere. Huh, you feel like you've just been used.

Arlecchino will roll her eyes at first. She's seen many children in the hearth draw for her. Her initial thoughts were vague, she didn't really see much of your hobby. That was until she actually saw what you were drawing. She would stare as you worked, your pencil delicately brushing against the paper you most likely bought the other day. It soon will become a habit to watch you work, becoming a therapeutic source for her. She sometimes questions why you're drawing... certain things, but she wouldn't actually stop your creative mind from working.

Handing Arlecchino the drawing you drew of her would make her blood rise to her cheeks slightly. Sure, she's received a lot of gifts in this sense before. But from you? What an honour! She'll accept it with a soft smile she'd usually show the kids, and pat your head treating you like one. Little do you know she's trying so hard to control her cute agression response by not tearing the paper.

Pulcinella would react very similarly to Pierro. However, he'd have more experience with complimenting and encouraging 'a child' in a hobby they're having fun with. If he saw your skill, he'd probably compliment it whole-heartedly with a chuffed smile. Massaging his mustache like some aristocrat, in the 1940s... Anyway, he'd be very pleased when he watches you draw more and more. He's happy that you're spending your time doing something you like under the tense situation his coworkers (and him, but he doesn't like to admit it) have brought upon you.

I do not see you drawing this man at all. He's a short, dobby, old, looking as man. I don't see him as the type to ask either, at all. He's minding his own business in your house and plans to keep it that way until the situation is resolved.

Scaramouche really doesn't care. We've all got our own likes and dislikes, but he's not bothered about yours. Will most likely purposefully pass by you working on a piece and insult it just to get attention. He'd never actually mean it though - he just never tells you that important fact. As time progresses he'll sneak into your room just to look at more sketches or finished drawings you've done, and assess your progress from each year if you've been practicing for a long time-period.

Now, here's where things get interesting. If you were to draw him and never show it to him, said puppet finding it for himself in one of your drawers, he'd first feel angry. Why wouldn't you show him this? It's of him! ...But then he'd quickly realise it's because of the way he treated you when you were working (oops). If you actually handed it to him and let him keep it, he'd be delighted. You actually drew him? He didn't even have to manipu-- he means 'ask' you to draw him? This is a good step forward to where he wants to be in your heart.

Sandrone would be delighted to know that she's finally found a use for you in her head. She never thought that purposefully walking past you one evening would lead to her shuffling through all the sketches and designs you've done with awe. Where did you get this idea from? How can she recreate it? Would you be happier and more devoted to her if she were to make your dreams true? She digresses. Watching your creative little mind draw your ideas to life inspires her also, and makes her want to recruit you as a special exception to the 'no non-artificial beings' allowed in her workshop. Thinking of all the monstrosities you could design with her help sends pleasurable shivers up her spine.

Drawing her, however? This was rather unprecedented. Out of all the things-- no, people you could have drawn... and you decide on her? And ooh! You even drew her slave she likes to travel around on, how thoughtful, you're already expressing your adoration for her works! Trust me, don't draw her. You'll give her daydreams that will never happen.

Signora, like most of the harbingers, wouldn't care at first. She hates your house and hates your world, why in Teyvat's name would she be interested in what you're doing? That's what she used to think, until her arrogant slick eyes caught sight of what exactly you were drawing. In my opinion, there's only a couple things that would interest Signora. Drawing dresses, if you were interested in fashion designing, would definitely be the main one. Viewing your designs after you finished them would soon become a small hobby for her, and soon, she'd eventually ask you to draw her in one of your designs.

You'd say yes, of course. An excuse to draw a drop-dead gorgeous woman in one of your designs for free? No way you were going to pass this opportunity! For her hard work in modeling, you'd definitely pay back twice and give her a drawing of her in her harbinger uniform too - which I think would flatter her a bit too much.

Pantalone wouldn't care, and would never become interested. He's a very rich and successful banker, not any ordinary man. As soon as he sees you drawing somewhere in the house, he'll shrug and go the opposite way. He knows what it's like to be interrupted through a thoughtful process, and he doesn't feel like getting an earful from you if he interrupts it. What he does think about, however, is if you're making money from it. Maybe an online business. He asks, and receives a very disappointing answer. No? What do you mean no? These are good, he'd pay for a portrait! Well, if Mora was a usable currency here. Ugh, the thought of being a poor man in this world makes him disgusted.

Drawing him would result in lots of praise. He'd be very happy you used your own time to draw him. He didn't even have to pay for it, it was gift! You even said so yourself. Immediately taken from your hands and framed somewhere. You can't seem to find the drawing though... Pantalone insists it's still in the house, but no matter where you look you just can't find it! Oh well, it's probably better you didn't know where it went. (You would have never been able to find it, he hid the location so well after all.) Pantalone told you he'd give something back to you as a thank you, but you're not holding him to his word.

Tartaglia would be interested the second he sees you doing something he hasn't seen you do before. That looks interesting, let him give drawing a try! He'd boast how his siblings love his drawings he creates, but you knew he was lying to set a cheery mood. Your understanding was backed when you actually saw his 'Amazing Drawing'... It was embarrassing to say the least. He would heed all your little tips and eventually get good at drawing from your guidance! I can see him as the type to use these skills later for his siblings, and as the type to continue drawing even if you begin to get bored of it... He's skilled with his fingers after all-- okay I'm sorry I'm done.

Drawing him can go one in two ways. I see him as someone who will whine about being drawn. He'll say: 'Have you drawn me yet?' in one of the most annoying voices he cna muster. He knows and understands you find it annoying when he asks you to draw him, so he's found a loophole. Just keep asking questions related to it until you get the hint! ...You got the hint weeks ago, but you're refusing to do it. Well, you're refusing to show him your drawings you've already finished and hid out of sight. Showing him these drawings would make him really happy! Would fold his favourite and carry it around with him everywhere like some of the other harbingers. His next commission he's planned to ask you is of a drawing of Capitano. You eagerly declined, not wishing to impose on the Captain's privacy.

[rekino2114]

Confessing to fem. Herlock sholmes

A/n:One of the first characters I wanted to do a genderbent post about without being requested to was herlock sholmes cause he's one of my favorite characters ever. Credit to mi_zu_no on Twitter for the art, and sorry if it's cropped weird since originally it was of all of the main cast genderbent

I'll change herlock's name to Harley

Being the great detective's partner was....an experience, while you certainly didn't expect her to be so...eccentric to say the least, you couldn't deny that those quirks of her didn't make her fun to be around. you also noticed that you two made a pretty great team when it came to solving cases. Overall living with her was a great experience, and maybe you had started seeing her in a way different than just a friend.

Little did you know that Harley had started seeing you in that way too but too scared to confess never acted out on her feelings, something that iris didn't fail to notice

"Harley, we need to talk"

"What is it, dear iris?"

"Do you like y/n....romantically?"

The detective fell down in surprise before quickly getting up

"Whatever makes you say that?"

"I mean, it's pretty obvious. You're always ranting about how amazing he is and how handsome he looks, to be honest I'm surprised he didn't notice"

"I see my detective skills must have rubbed off on you, my dear girl. You are indeed correct. He has taken my heart"

"Then why don't you just tell him?"

"And there lies the issue! you see telling him would be very risky, what If he doesn't feel the same, I couldn't look at him again if he rejected me"

"I'm sure he does too. Have you seen how he looks at you when you're together?"

"I actually didn't pay particular attention to where his eyes looked, probably because I was too lost in them ahahaha"

"......You're hopeless sometimes Harley"

"Why yes, hopelessly in love"

"Hey girls, what are you talking about?"

"Oh hi n/n, Harley here was saying-"

"Nothing you should take note of, my dear fellow. More importantly, I could sense my great detective's instinct tingle when you walked in here do you have something to tell me perhaps?"

"I see you're as observant as ever, indeed I came here to tell you-"

"Hush! I thought you'd learned by now, my good friend, that once the train of reasoning has started, it cannot be stopped. Now sit back for you will have the pleasure to witness Harley sholmes logic and reasoning spectacular"

".....really?"

"Don't we usually do this together?"

"Indeed but today you will be the victim of the great detective's deduction, so shall we start?"

Harley started to dance around you as usual

"First of all, we must notice you have quite the red complexion on your face, and I don't think it's something coincidental either. It's clearly something coming from deep in your body"

"W-well-"

"Secondly, I see that on your face. Not only is a red hue but also some water dripping down your forehead, do you mind explaining why you're sweating on a London winter evening, my dear fellow?"

"Alright I guess I should tell you i-"

"There is no need for words, for I have already deduced everything...... you have come here to tell me you were sick and had a fever"

"............"

"............"

"I see you two are too stunned to speak"

"That's....one way to put it"

"*sighs* You're just as great as always, Harley, but you're wrong. I'm fine but I did want to tell you something"

"Go ahead then, I trust no one else but my great partner to correct me"

"Well, the reason why I was so red and sweaty was because I was very nervous it's not the first time I feel like this around you, but today especially I really needed to tell you why: .......Harley I think I love you

"Ah I see, that was my second id-.....WAIT WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

The blonde woman fell in a comical way much like before, but got up quickly and looked at you with her usual smile and a slight blush on her face

"Pardon my yelling but that was a very surprising revelation you had there"

"Yeah, sorry if you don't feel the same but you're just so beautiful and smart not to meet incredibly fun to be around, you always put a smile on my face. I just needed to get that off my chest sorry"

"No need to apologize y/n for I think.....I may feel the same"

"Really?"

"Why yes, you're handsome, kind and can match my intelligence and.... admittedly hard to deal with personality, I would be a fool not to accept your confession"

"Oh, thanks so much, I suppose now I'm the great detective's partner in more ways than one"

"I couldn't have said better myself my dear now how about making our relationship official with a kiss"

She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss

"That was great"

"I couldn't agree more"

"Oh, that was wonderful. I'm so happy for you two. I must start writing the manuscript for next month's issue, the readers are gonna love a romance plot"

"And this calls for celebration, I'll get my violin and play a sweet melody for our love"

"I'm sure it will be great I love you Harley"

"I love you too my dearest"

[hotchlove]

New Addition(s) | Reader X Aaron Hotchner

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you and aaron have been married for a year now. you met on a run in the park. well, he was running and you were teaching an outdoor yoga class cause' the building you usually teach in was under construction. it was like love at first sight, he saw you and immediately asked you out. you like a man with a little confidence, so you agreed. and it was the best first and last date ever. you took him to a baseball game where you listened to organ music, after he defended you against a tall, angry man you accidentally bumped into, you took him to get pie - in las vegas. he argued that there was pie in quantico too, which there was, but you counter-argued that no pie can beat the pie in vegas. after a 5h flight and first bite of the pie, he shut up. you were right - best pie ever. you talked about your future and how much you like him and how much he likes you - he told you all about his life and work. his late ex-wife, his little boy - jack, who you were estatic to meet. he also mentioned how he's a slight bum when it comes to romance, and how he wishes there was a way you could just skip the dating stage and just get married and live happily ever after.

and so you did. you went to a wedding chapel in vegas, which wasn't hard to find, and got eloped. when you mentioned the idea, he thought it crazy. how could he run off and get married after one single date? but he didn't take much convincing. one look at your puppy eyes and he melted. now, if it hasn't been clear already, you and aaron are complete opposites. he's a fbi agent, a profiler, who could kill with his stern expression - and you, you're a yoga teacher with a smile that radiates sunshine and a crave for spontaneous new things and change. your relationship wasn't easy at first, you had to adjust to aaron and his high priority job, and he had to adjust to you. your crazy lifestyle, your beliefs, your spontaneity. he's not really sure he's adjusted to that last one just yet.

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he's sitting at home on the couch, cracking open a cold beer as he works through some files he brought home with him. it's already 10:45 pm, meaning jack was put to sleep about 10 minutes ago. i open the apartment door and get greeted by aaron and his lovely smile that just melts my heart every single time. "hey honey, where you been?" he chugs a sip of his beer as i hang my jacket and drop my bag infront of the door. "'kay, listen, you can't get mad at me." i sit down next to him on the couch as he gives me a kind of concerned look, "mad? what happened? are you okay?" i nod, "oh yeah, i'm fine, don't worry about me." "but worry about someone?" he chuckles, "no, i promise i didn't murder anyone just yet." he sighs out of relief, although he's quick to correct me about that last part of my sentence. "do you promise you won't get mad? you have to hear me out aaron, 'kay?" i say and sit with my legs criss cross, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "i promise. now spit it out, you're making me worried. should i be worried?" "i might have gotten us a dog." i can't tell what his expression means. is he happy? furious? confused? "aaron?" "sorry i think i heard wrong - a dog?" he stares at me and i nod. "why- why did you get a dog, y/n." he drops his head into his palm and laughs, in a good and hopefully not manic way.

"i went to the shelter - just to look!" i smile and bite my lower lip, "and he was sitting there so sad and alone and i couldn't just leave him there, aaron. you know me, i'm better than that." he nods, "of course." his thumb brushes my cheek, "i know honey." he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "so you're not mad?" "well i'm not exactly enthusiastic, i would definitely not have minded getting asked about this first before you got one," i gulp and whisper sorries. "but i trust you and your judgement." he hugs me and his hand rubs my back, "plus, jack won't mind having a furry friend around to chase." i giggle at the thought of that, "oh honey, i promise you'll love them."

it's quiet for a second, "honey?" his voice mutters. "yeah?" "them?" i move away from his embrace and bite my lower lip again, trying to surpress my laughter, "okay, i got two dogs." "y/n. please tell me your joking." "they looked so happy together, aaron! they reminded me of us!" i giggle and he sighs, his head dropping once again. "you will be the death of me, woman." "maybe one day, but not today, we've got dogs to take care of now!" we both get up from the couch as our fingers intertwine and i lead him to our bedroom, "oh also, i named them sherlock bones and butterball." "'course you did."

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Will Solace x half-Sibling reader x Apollo (platonic/family dynamic)

Cw: the readers mom is toxic at times and controlling

You sat in cabin 7, a lyre in hand the music seeming to just pour out of you, it was a natural born gift you had. Or at least that's what your mom called it. You brows furrowed as you shook your head, not liking the way it seemed to play. It wasn't perfect you knew your mom would've said something about it, if she were in the room. You put down the instrument, frustrated that your mom was all you could think of. You were in your father's cabin for gods sake, why were you only thinking of your mom.

You tried to forget about all the competitions you had done for your musical skill, all the time you spent practicing instead of sleeping, the strive you were forced to have to be perfect. A wrong note would've gotten you grounded, your mom only expected the best. She needed you to be the best, almost as if you winning all those competitions would bring your father back to her. It was exhausting.

You felt tears well up as tried your best to hold it together. You wanted more than anything to quit playing music, something you couldn't even escape while at camp. You had to practice so when you went back home after the summer, you'd be able to go straight back into competitions. If you didn't do well at the competitions you wouldn't be able to come back to camp. That was the deal you had with your mother. You couldn't even stop and try doing other things, all your time went to practicing.

You wanted to break the stupid the lyre, but you felt as though your dad wouldn't like that. Your shoulders gave way as you leaned down, getting ready to pick the lyre back up.

"hey, do you mind helping me in the infirmary today? There's gonna be a match of capture the flag today, so there's bound to be far too many injuries along with that." You nodded while standing up, you weren't one to go off and do things when you were supposed to be practing, but he needed help. "Yeah I can help, I'm not sure if I'll be much help but yeah I can try!" He smiled at you, "you're an Apollo kid, trust me you at least have some medical talent, even if music is your forte." The music joke, flew over your head though.

He could tell that you weren't fully invested in music, he realized pretty early on that you struggled reading music the first time you saw it, most of your skill came from muscle memory. You memorized the movements not the notes, he knew your passion wasn't music, and he was making it his mission to help you realize that. So when he saw you sitting there clearly upset and frustrated with the lyre in your hands, he decided to have you help him.

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He brought you into the infirmary with him, showing you around pointing out the various tools you might need, showing you where the ambrosia was. He could almost see a hint of a spark in your eyes as he showed you how to use things.

Kayla came up to you both, "Will, I really hope your gonna have him help you so you can teach him. You're not just gonna send him on his own right?" Will laughed slightly, "yes he's gonna help me, I wasn't planning on leaving him to figure it all out, I don't wanna overwhelm the poor boy on his first day in the infirmary." He smiled at you warmly.

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When people started coming in it was you were a little overwhelmed, but then you seemed to know what to do. As if a voice in your head told you everything, maybe your father was helping you, or maybe it was just what you were meant to do. If people weren't in pain, maybe you'd even call it fun.

A few campers in, Will let you take the reigns, settling for supervising to make sure you didn't mess up. You were doing amazing he didn't have to tell you what to do, or correct your methods, you were acting as if you'd been doing this as long as he had.

When he was sure that you were okay on your own he told you he was gonna leave you to help other patients. You just smiled at him and nodded. He left to help a camper by Kayla.

"Have you seen y/n? He's doing amazing, he's a natural Kayla!" She nodded agreeing, "I'm gonna be honest, I didn't have much hope but he's a natural healer! I thought his thing was music, but he's doing amazing here! I think he's a healer!" Both of them were on the same page.

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By the end up the day, you found yourself proud. You seemed so good at healing, and it was something you liked doing.

You sat at the Apollo table next to Will at dinner. Your half brother turned to look at you before saying, "you think you could help us in the infirmary tomorrow? You're really good at it, and we could use the extra help!" You shook your head, reality sinking in, "I have to go back to practicing tomorrow." Your stomach felt weak at the thought, your mother was very clear about what your future held. Medicine wasn't in that, she wanted you to have fame, money she wanted you to do something that would benefit her. When you learned of your father, you had asked her about taking a different path, and that didn't go well.

You got up and left the table. Your food left uneaten, no longer having an appetite. Your feet took you back to the cabin, your bunk near the back. You sat down grabbing your lyre and started practing from memory. The cords strumming out fine, but fine wasn't enough. You kept trying until it was perfect, before moving onto playing the violin your mother had insisted you also learned this summer, stating that the lyre wasn't enough anymore. Your fingers ached, but you kept going while everyone was at dinner.

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By the time everyone was back, you were asleep the lyre and violin stuffed back under your bunk. Will was a little disappointed as he was planning to talk to you, but he didn't let himself dwell on it, he'd talk to you tomorrow.

When he woke up though, you were already gone. Your violin and lyre missing, but the rest of your stuff still here. You had gone somewhere else to practice. He was disappointed, he was. He wanted to talk to you, to try and see if you were okay.

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You were outside by the lake, practicing the violin. The sheet music had note names scribbled in. Your hands already ached not used to playing the violin, you were miserable your brain hurt as well, from trying to read the music, but you didn't stop.

You kept doing that for a week, you weren't getting better in fact you seemed to get worse. Will's concern for you grew, his younger brother was never around him let alone around the camp at all. He didn't even know where you went off too during the day.

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Today however you woke up, and went grab your violin and lyre but they were missing. They weren't anywhere to be seen, not under the bed, not in the cabin, not outside of the cabin. They were nowhere.

You sat down outside the cabin worried, what would you tell your mother. That you lost the new Violin your mother bought and the lyre your father had gifted you. Oh hades! What would your father even think, you lost one of the only things he ever gave you.

You put your head in your hand and just cried, you hadn't noticed the way the sun shone down on you, or the presence that appeared beside you. "My child, you must go easy on yourself." You looked up your father right beside you, his aura seemed to calm you but not enough. "I'm sorry father" the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them, you figured he was hear to yell at you for losing the lyre. Your father shook his head, "Son, it was not your fault. You didn't lose anything, I took them." You looked at him shocked, you didn't know whether to be made at him or if you should be grateful.

"you weren't meant to do music, it's not where your abilities lie. Don't push yourself for something, that you don't want to do." You shook your head, "I can't, what would I even tell my mother. If I don't do music, I can't come back to camp." Your father sighed, "how about we talk to your mother together?" You nodded, he stood up offering you a hand, "now?" He nodded "now, son" you stood up taking his hand before he transported you both to your moms.

You stood in the kitchen trembling slightly behind your father, your mother didn't look happy. "What'd he do?" Apollo shook his head, "nothing, I took the lyre and the violin. He's not having a career in music. It's not what he was meant to do." Your mother looked pissed, but it was clear she knew better than to argue with a god. "You're not supposed to interfere directly." He shook his head. "I didn't, I acted through someone else."

He had helped Will notice y/n, and he had asked a favor from Hermes to get one of his boys to steal the lyre and violin. So he hadn't interfered directly. "My son will choose his own path." He didn't have to say anything else. Your mother knew better than to argue anymore than she had, if she argued things would probably end badly for her. She just nodded, your father smiled at you, before bringing you back to camp.

He brought you to the infirmary, walking in and bringing you towards Will. "He's gonna be working in here from now on, I think" Apollo looked down at you for approval, you had the option to say no, just having the option was enough, but you had a feeling healing was the way you wanted to go. "Yeah, if that's okay with you Will?" Will nodded smiling at you, "of course it is okay, you're a natural literally!" You smiled at your brother, going to turn around to say a 'thank you' to your father but he was gone. You had a feeling he already knew though.

[seishironagi2]

A Love Across Eras

A/n: Hi, I'm back. Sorry, I broke my posting daily streak :( I will try harder, my angels, ily. PS, I hope you like the new chapter and, as usual, please leave any tips for me in the comments!

summary: you guys settle into your situation and begin to find your way home.

James Sirius Potter x muggleborn!reader

word count:2118 words

warnings: none

read the previous parts: part one part two

"So that's pretty much it," you say, clapping your hands together as you rest them on your knees.

"So your saying, you are from three years later and, this thing," the long black hair boy says playing with the time-turner when the three of you flinch, Albus reaches out, pocketing the broken object

"brought you here," he says, finishing his sentence as he looks over at his three friends' reactions. the three of you nod in sync while you look over at James, his eyes filled with awe as he looks at the man who he's named after.

"what's with him?" Remus says as he points at James, still staring at the two boys unfazed.

"Oh, don't mind him. He's a little slow. plus, when we entered Hogwarts, we heard a lot about you guys and your pranks. he kinda idolises you guys," you say as you groan, snapping your fingers in front of the boys face.

"What are your names?" Peter says, finally speaking up as he makes eye contact with Albus when who looks away after hearing stories from his father.

"I'm Y/n L/n. This is James Walker, my boyfriend and Alfred Walker. and as you know, we need to go back home soon," I say, introducing the two boys with a smile.

James Potter and his girlfriend Lily walk in, hand in hand, as they take a seat beside the boys.

"Who are you guys" Lily questions with a smile as she looks at you

"I'm Y/n, this is James, and this is Alfred. you probably haven't seen us around because We're a couple years from the future, and we got stuck in this year cause someone put the year wrong," you say, looking at James with a look.

"And that was the short version if you'd like. they can give you a longer one, where they argue for the most of it." Sirius says sarcastically, earning a small, secret pinch from Remus.

"I was trying to surprise her with our anniversary!!" he says, trying to reason for his mistake.

"Gods, you're lucky I love you." y/n says as she kisses the boy's cheek while Albus imitates gagging, earning a chuckle from the group.

"We need only a little help from you guys, then I promise we won't bother you." You say with pleading.

"Correction, she won't bother you, we will." James says, pointing at himself and Albus, who rolls his eyes.

"We just need an empty room to stay in. please!" you say, hitting james on his head, giving him a look that says shut up. the boy closes his mouth, immediately shutting up.

"we do have an empty room beside our dorm. but like it's fully empty, with no beds. nothing." Sirius says, trying to think.

you look at James and Albus, a look of glee in your eyes as you three say, "That's perfect."

"And that's not creepy at all." The other James mutters in Lily's ear, who gives him a small slap in return.

the group begins to lead you, up the stairs into a small and empty room. "Perfect." You say.

James and Albus take everyone outside, closing the door as you mutter the spell.

"domum trahere usque." (which roughly translates to house pull-up). your eyes sparkle as you notice your unfamiliar surroundings change into more familiar ones. your hand reaches towards the door, opening it.

"Come on in!" You say, opening the door as you head to your shared room with James, instantly grabbing a pair of pants and his hoodie, shuffling out of your red dress and into the comfortable clothing.

Everyone shuffles into the living room, mouth agape at how large it is. you make your way into the kitchen, getting out some sodas for everybody and placing them on the table.

"Please sit!" You say ushering them to sit as you hand them their sodas. your James and Albus run into their original rooms and change into more comfortable clothes

"h-how?" Lily asks, looking around the room.

"What spell did you use? how did you manage to create it?." Remus asks soon after

"Well, this is actually a spell I made later on in the future. it didn't take too long since I had help from my defence against the dark arts teachers' help," you say, answering everyone's questions in one go.

"oh right, we still haven't introduced ourselves," Sirius says as James and Albus walk back into the room, Albus taking the last seat on the sofa while James opts to sit with you, lifting you up and softly placing you on his lap.

you lean your head on his chest while everyone introduces themselves. Though you all know their names already, you pretend not to avoid blowing your cover.

soon after, all of them made their leave, each of them having a class to attend. you move from James' lap, opting to sit on the sofa, each one of you sucked deep into your thoughts as you abruptly stand up, causing the boys to flinch.

"we'll go to the library. find any books we can on time turners or time travel in general," you say, grabbing a house key, making your way outside the house. the boys following your lead.

upon entering the library, you split up, each of you trying to find a different book on time travel. Somehow, James finds nine books while you find three, and Albus finds eight,leaving you three with a total of 20 books to go through.

you reach for the book on the very top of the bookshelf, almost falling on your head when james catches you in his arms, smiling down on you.

"This reminding you of anything?" he says, helping you stand up again, crossing his arm around his chest, his eyes scanning you with a smirk.

"it reminds me of the time a very cocky 12-year-old boy helped me," I say with a teasing tone as I sit down, opening the book

"That's all you remember?" he says, smiling when he sits down beside you. "Because I remember you being so grateful, you stole my first kiss," he says, his smile never fading.

"it was an accident I didn't mean to." You respond, covering your face with your hands. "I was just trying to kiss your cheek." You continue. your face flushed a bright red.

"Keep telling yourself that." he responds smugly as Albus comes by, the environment immediately changing into a more serious tone, hoping to avoid a lecture for being too lovey in public.

the door of the library slams open, the four marauders entering as Remus grabs a book from the bookshelf, heading toward his table when he notices you three sitting there. seeing that you all look busy and focused, he sits at the other end and avoids making noise.

James, Sirius, and Peter run around the library, looking for their precious moony, and when they spot him with you guys. he receives a look that he doesn't mind.

"Moony, come on, we have this amazing prank to play on Severus Snake," James says, snickering as Albus flinches at the mention of his name but ignores it once you give him a soft smile.

"Nah, boys, I don't feel like it today, I might just stay here and read," he says, his eyes not once moving from his book, other than the eventual glances at you.

"What about you three? Are you in for pranking Severus?" Sirius asks, slowly warming up to you three. James' eyes meet yours at the request, filled with pleading looks.

"I'll pass, I need to finish this. but since these two aren't the greatest help. it'll be more help if they're gone." You say with a small smile as you continue to read, eventually marking things that seem important. James and Albus both stand up, giving you a tight hug and repeating thank yous.

"Go on now before I change my mind." You say smiling bigger as the five boys run outside, their laughter echoing through the hallways.

"If you'd like, I could help?" A voice speaks up, shifting your attention back to the task at hand. you look up to spot Remus, standing in front of you.

"Are you sure you want to? it's a lot of work." You say with a soft chuckle that makes Remus smile softly after hearing your laugh.

"Of course, plus, this is the one type of books of which I haven't read yet," he says, rubbing his neck. He knew he was lying. He just didn't know why. so the boy sat beside you and began reading. the silence on the table was chilling, but it was broken on occasion with your humming.

Your thoughts go to James, wondering what prank he's trying to pull off now, and you smile, imagining his big goofy smile and his laugh.

Meanwhile, Your James was with the other James, who was getting scolded by Lily for pranking her childhood friend again. the boy just looked down, and James couldn't help but chuckle. the sight reminding him of his parents.

"So!" Remus starts, breaking the silence, "tell me more about yourself," he says, crossing his arms, looking at you in the exact way Teddy does.

you pause for a moment, thinking about what to say. "Well, I'm 17 right now, and I was born on June 16th. I'm a Gemini, my favourite colour is green and I like to sleep and hang out with James. i used to knit a lot, but i sadly lost my needles and then couldn't continue." You say, not looking up from your books.

He hums in response. "What about you? Tell me about Remus Lupin," you say, finally looking at the brown-haired boy.

"I'm also 17 as of right now, I was born on 10th March 1960, my zodiac sign is a piece, and my favourite colour is blue. I like chocolate and hanging out with my friends. I really like reading as well," he says, continuing to write.

After a couple of hours, the two of you finished talking (yapping) and made notes of 6 books. which helped you speed up your process by a lot. the two of you got close enough to be considered friends.

"You really did that?" Remus says laughing as he helps you pack the notes and your quills.

"We were twelve, and I was grateful for his help, I didn't know he'd turn at the same time," you say laughing softly, grabbing the bag as the two of you walk to the common room. finding all of the boys sitting there.

James grabs your hand and takes the bag off your shoulders. He calls Albus over. "Guys, it's really late, and We're gonna go to bed now! Goodnight." James says as he grabs the house key from your bag, opening the door as he drags the two of you to the sofa

"Remus! same time tomorrow?" You say as you look back, noticing his small nod. you smile and let James drag you to the sofa.

"Jamie, it's just 9:30. Why are we going to bed so early?" You ask, looking at the boy while he starts pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair nervously.

"I was bored, and I checked our phones even though we all decided to keep them hidden," James says while Albus rolls his eyes.

"Classic james, always wanting to stalk his girlfriend's instagram even when she's with you." he says, scoffing at the stupid boy in love.

"Aww, you stalk my Instagram when you miss me? Jamie, that's adorable," you say, blushing softly but still teasing him.

"Yes, I do, but that's not the point -" he continues, "y/n that's not even the gist of his love. he has pics of you everywhere in our house," he says, making fun of the already embarrassed boy.

"Awe Jamie, you love love me, hm?" You say, a big smile on your face as he stops covering his face, though the tip of his ears turning bright red.

James takes a deep breath in. "Yes, that's all true. My point is I have a bunch of texts, and can you guess from who?" he says, looking up.

"Who?" the two of you say in sync, curious who could be texting the boy to get him this shaken.

"It's my dad. he's left at least 50 texts on each of our phones and 20 missed calls," he says.

"Say we're at my house, visiting my family. we'll be back in a week or so." You say biting your nails again.

"That should work, right?" Albus asks, looking at the two of you.

"it will."

ok, I'm done with part 3. I hope you like it xx

part four

[sablesoulfoolery]

Thanks to @pinkniz for the idea, enjoy :3

It was odd, this tiny sweet smell in their home. Y/n wasn't a full on baker but yet...everything around them had that hint of sweetness, beyond any treats he could accurately pinpoint. It has been happening for three days now, and Drew was convinced maybe it was just some extra visits to the nearby café.

He was a little shy to ask you upfront, since he was afraid you'd find it creepy or possessive that he'd want to know so much about where you've been. Not really knowing how to confront that subject, he put it aside; maybe it was just a mere café visit.

A few more days has passed and the scent was a little stronger, remaining just as sweet and always intertwined with Y/N's scent. His ears twitched and wiggled in thought as this wasn't some mere café scent. So what could it really be? He sighed in mild frustration as his mind drew a blank before a thought came up in his head, causing him to murmur out a single word.

"Pregnant?..."

"What was that, love?"

Drew jolted in his seat before turning to look at you, who just arrived back home with two little pastry boxes in your hand. Noticing your mildly confused expression he smiled softly and eased back against the couch, looking at you still.

"Y/n... Do you think there is a chance you could be pregnant?"

"What- No... I mean-I don't think I would be. I mean I have yet to get my monthly and I still take birth control... I-Why are you asking?"

"You don't smell it?"

"Smell what?"

"There's a sweet scent mixed with you no matter what you're wearing."

"Well you're an esper with a literal canine head. I'm not. Maybe you're just smelling the new lotion I have on."

"Ah...I see."

He definitely knew it wasn't the lotion; But since you were sure you weren't pregnant, he didn't question it any further. Turning his head back to look at the coffee table his ears were twitching again as these thoughts boggled his mind. His thoughts were then cut off as one small pastry box was slid in front of him, with you sitting down next to him while holding another box in your hand. Drew couldn't help the smile on his face when he caught the scent of mousse cake inside his box, looking over at you as you spoke.

"We'll find out if I'm pregnant in a week or so, that's usually when it comes around."

You leaned against Drew while enjoying your own favorite treat, a gentle smile on your face as your voice remained tender and loving.

"Until then, don't worry about it. Okay?"

He sighed softly, the mild tension in his shoulders easing as he gently leaned his head on you and simply enjoyed the moment; the warmth of your presence being enough to wipe away the thoughts for now.

"Alright, I will."

Almost a full week has passed since then and while at work in the Union headquarters he caught the scent again- this time mixed in with a scent of a different woman as it was a citizen chatting with Brynn, the citizen's stomach being bulged out by pregnancy and in that moment Drew settled down on the lounge sofa with full pride; his eyes bright and his ears wiggling a little jig as he was sure he was correct.

Once he was home, he was quick to embrace you in a warm hug; smiling happily as you were confused for a few moments, looking up at him in mild curiosity as to why he was a little overly affectionate.

"Drew???"

"You're pregnant. I know it."

"I thought we were over that- there's no way."

"Visit a doctor and prove me wrong."

Seeing his smugly determined look you huffed lightly before laughing a little and kissing his cheek. It was impossible to be upset, he was being really cute when he was this happy.

"Alright! I'll see a doctor."

His theory was proven correct days later as you were handed a pamphlet with loads of information relating to pregnancy by the doctor, who went on about the risks and extra measures of it. But none of that compared to the elated wiggling of Drew's ears as he couldn't help the smug smile on his muzzle.

As you both came out from the clinic he didn't hesitate to hold you in an embrace, kissing your head softly. Moments of silence followed as you settled in his embrace, afterwards broken by one sentence.

"Told you so."

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 • eddie munson x reader

sequel to 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 • far too long after your rendezvous with that cute groupie you couldn't get out of your head, you finally make good on your promise to call.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 • 4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 • smut (18+ only), phone sex, m and f masturbation, discussions of oral f and m receiving and penetrative sex, subby eddie, pillow humping (kinda), fluff, pining, some angst, lots of dirty talk

Your manager was the one who convinced you to get a cell phone.  It was a luxury item, it was a status symbol— it was bulky and heavy and you barely used it.  She was still the only person who called you on it!

And you'd never even placed a call from the brick before, not in the first three months of owning it.

But, it's usefulness became more apparent when you were stuck on the tour bus, up later than usual, horribly bored.  Not just bored, but… lonely, to put it nicely.

Your mind ran through some people you could call to take care of this problem, but it's not like anyone could get on the bus with you when you were going 75 miles an hour through the California desert.

That's when you remembered someone else; someone you'd never really forgotten.

Rolling on your side on the bed, you slid open your bedside drawer and searched until you found a folded up piece of paper.  You opened it and beamed as you saw the numbers written in messy, boyish scrawl, snatching the phone so you could punch it in.

You held it to your ear as it rang, anticipation building.

"Hello?"

You smiled as you heard the familiar voice, blurting out, "Eddie?"

The next pause was so long that you almost worried you'd accidentally called the wrong number, but he finally broke it.  "You know how long I've been waiting for you to call?" he laughed breathlessly.

"Sorry for the suspense, kid," you smiled.  "Got busy."

"That new album— wow," he began immediately.  "I was worried when you put out a ballad as a single, but damn— it was such a good record!"

"The label picks the singles," you explained.

"You just keep getting better," he sighed.  "You're incredible."

"You flatter me," you cooed.

"How've you been?!" he asked excitedly.

"Uh, you know, the usual.  We're doing a tour in Europe this time, kinda crazy," you hummed.

"Tell me all about it!" he encouraged.

"Oh, it's boring," you dismissed.

"No, seriously, I have a geography final tomorrow."

You laughed.  "I forgot how funny you are."

"Well, I try…"

"And I forgot how sexy your voice is."

He paused for a second.  "Oh, you think so?"

"Are you alone?"

"Y-yeah, whole place to myself," he agreed.

"Good.  Because I want you to say some things to me that I don't need anybody else hearing."

You could all but hear his shiver, and you grinned.  "Okay," he said shakily.

"Do you still jerk off to my poster?" you asked, point-blank.

"Yes," he answered instantly.

"Tell me how you do it," you instructed.  "Tell me what you think about."

"Uh, fuck," he stalled as you slipped your hand into your panties.  You were already just a little wet from hearing him talk at all.  "I mean, like, how I do it physically?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, when I'm thinking about you I get hard in a half second… so I just lay in my bed and look at it— your poster is right on the other wall.  And I get it out of my jeans and start stroking my dick."

"You don't use lotion?"

"Only when I'm feeling… extravagant."

You smiled.  "And, not to be too cliched here, but what are you wearing?"

"Well, uh," he stammered, "I run this club at my school?  And we make— I make— shirts for everybody.  So I'm wearing mine.  And my leather jacket, and some ripped jeans."

"Sounds cute," you smiled.  "This club, it's not the I fucked a celebrity club or anything, is it?"

"N-no, it's just a club for Dungeons and Dragons."

"Oh right— that, uh, Satanic game," you nodded.

"Oh!  It's not actually Satanic," he corrected, "it's just an immersive roleplaying experience where you roll dice and you can do basically anything you want.  It's a fantasy game!"

"Oh," you frowned, "I think I liked it better when I thought it was Satanic."

He snorted a laugh.  "But you probably don't wanna hear about that.  You could always, uh, tell me what you're wearing?"

"Gonna be a pretty short list," you warned.  "I've only got my underwear on."

"O-oh, shit," he hissed, "that's hot."

It was only because you'd stripped out of your performance wear and got too lazy to put pajamas on.

"It would be even hotter if you didn't have anything on," Eddie added, and you laughed but respected his boldness.

"Not while you're still totally clothed, pretty boy," you cooed. 

"Well I can get naked in, like, ten seconds," he offered.

"Oh, I'm sure," you grinned, "but not yet.  I want you to just touch yourself through your jeans first."

"You… huh?" he mumbled.

"I'm sure you've got a nice bulge going," you assumed, "just rub your dick through your jeans— get even harder for me."

"O-oh, fuck," he groaned.  "Okay, I'm doing it…"

"Does that feel good?" you pressed.

"Not good enough," he whined.  "Obviously I don't usually tease myself this much."

"Well, this will be a fun new experience for you," you decided.  "I'm teasing myself too, if that makes you feel any better.  I'm playing with my clit really slow and gentle…"

"Fuck," he grunted, "you sh-should play with your tits, too."

"Yeah? I was thinking about licking my fingers and running them around my nipples, what do you think?"

"I think if those are the fingers that were just on your pussy, then that's really fucking sexy," he replied.

"They are," you promised, and he growled through his teeth.

"God, do it, I wanna hear it," he encouraged.

Pulling your hand out from your panties and bringing it to your tongue, you wet your fingertips and circled your hardening nipples one at a time.  Your moan was totally natural, and louder than you expected.

"You sound so pretty," he praised, "I— god, I'm squeezing my bulge way too hard and it's not even helping.  I need to be in you right now."

"I'd be so much louder if you were," you imagined, shutting your eyes, picturing him above you again.

"God, please, I'm so hard," he whimpered.  "It fucking hurts, I need to—"

"Get it out, Eddie," you offered, and you heard him sigh so hard it was almost a moan as the sound of fabric shuffling came through the line.  At the same time, you put your hand in your panties again, biting your lip while you rubbed your clit properly.

"Can I jerk off?" he asked dutifully, and you grinned.

"No, right now I just want you to rub it on something," you decided.  "Is there anything in your room that's as soft as me?"

"Fuck no," he sighed, "for that to be true there'd have to be a girl in here."

"Have there, uh, been any girls in your room since you last saw me?"

There was a pause, and it made your heart catch.  "Don't tell me you're jealous," he realized, lowering his voice in a way that made you shudder.

"So what if I am?  I wish you were all mine, pretty boy— nobody else should get to feel that perfect cock of yours…"

He laughed a little.  "Well, there have been a couple girls since you rocked my world in that bus, darling," he admitted.  "But they were nothing compared to you."

It still made your jaw clench angrily.  He shouldn't have told you— you were going to go harder on him now.  "Come on, Eddie, something to rub your cock on, I don't have all night here."

"Okay, well, there's… something here…"

You raised an eyebrow.  "And what would that be?"

"Um… you remember when I used your extremely tiny bathroom before I left?" he mumbled, and you grinned.

"Yeah…?"

"Well, there was a shirt on the floor— a black one?  I guess you changed out of it that day but, uh… I might have… taken it."

You smiled wide, feeling your cunt pulse as you imagined him that desperate.  "Naughty," you scolded.

"It was this old KISS shirt and it smelled like you— and I actually sprayed it with your perfume while I was in there too and… there's still a little bit of your scent left on it.  I get rock hard every time I smell it."

"Then rub your cock on it.  Put it on your bed and hump it like the needy boy you are, hm?"

"Sh-shit," he groaned, and you heard the bed creaking under his weight.  "Fuck, it's— god, you're so— shit."

You grinned playfully at his obvious disdain for the teasing, but he was helpless to you now.  "Keep going, do it just how you would fuck me," you encouraged, "give that shirt the night of its life, Eddie."

"Ohhh baby," he whined.  "Fuck, I'm so fuckin' hard… I-I'm leaking…"

"Hm, wish I could lick that up for you," you cooed, laughing when he moaned loudly.

"You're so dirty," he groaned, "the things you say— oh my god—"

"I just like driving you crazy," you admitted.

"Yeah?  It's working," he sighed.

"Are you still humping the shirt, Eddie?"

"Yeah, how I'd fuck you, like you said," he agreed.  "I'm giving it, uh, long strokes— that's what made you moan the loudest, before.  And you liked it when I went really deep."

"Yeah," you agreed, back longing to arch hearing him talk like that.  "I liked feeling your cock all the way inside— I was afraid at first that you wouldn't fit…"

"Y-you're making that up," he coughed.

"No, really, I wasn't sure I could take it…"

"Well, fuck, you did," he sighed, "you took it so well— all of me, all of my… big c-cock…"

"Uh huh," you agreed coyly.  "You're good at this, Eddie, you're making me jealous of my own fucking shirt."

"Don't make me come on it," he whimpered, "cause then I'll have to wash it and your smell will be gone— please, it's all I've got left of you."

Ouch.  Leave it to him to drop those little heartbreakers when you were trying to be sexy.

"You don't need to come on it, in fact you can stop humping it altogether," you decided.  "Stroke that pretty cock for me Eddie, I wanna hear you moan."

It was so loud, poor baby, he was so sensitive.  "Thank you," he choked out, and your heart twisted.

"Just think about how much better it would feel if it was me instead of your hand."

"So much better, god, fuckin' perfect," he whined.

You smiled to yourself.  "Do you miss my pussy?" 

"So much— I always think about it when I do this."

"She's so wet for you right now," you taunted, making him groan.

"God, what I would give to slide right into your wet little hole, let you feel this cock stretch you out— I wanna feel you cream on me again."

"Uh huh?  What else do you want?"

"I want— I want you to suck me off again, your mouth felt fucking amazing," he added.

"Anything else?"

"A-and I wish I'd gotten a chance to eat you out when we were together— I would've loved making you come on my tongue.”

“Well,” you smirked, “I certainly wouldn’t have minded that…”

“Yeah?  Then maybe I would’ve made you come twice,” he purred, “again.”

“Bet you’re still real proud of that,” you giggled.

“Proud is an understatement— I’m waiting for my trophy any day now,” he corrected.  “Shit, and making you come with my head between your thighs?  Holding your hips so I can keep you just where I want you?  Tasting how bad you need me?”

You moaned as you rubbed your clit harder and faster, your hips starting to rock on their own as your pleasure grew.

“Fuck, do that again,” he grunted.  “Moan for me again.”

You couldn’t exactly force it to happen, but you did slide two fingers into yourself— just to feel full for a moment— and your next sound was lower and needier.  “God, I miss your cock,” you admitted with a sigh.

“Just say the word, I swear on my life I’d be driving across the country to see you,” he sighed.

“But you can’t miss that— ah, fuck— that geography final,” you purred, making him laugh.

“Guess not,” he agreed.  “F-fuck, I’m close…”

“Good,” you praised, “I’m so hot imagining you coming right now— making a nice big mess, jerking your thick cock, listening to me, picturing us together again—”

“Tell me it’s gonna happen,” he groaned, “‘cause fuck, babe— I dunno how I’m supposed to go on knowing it was just one night.”

You raised an eyebrow.  “Shouldn’t you be happy with just one night?  That’s more than most people get.”

He paused.  “I should be, yeah, but m’not.  It was too good for just once— the way I feel about you, I can’t be happy with just once,” he admitted with a heavy sigh.  “If you weren’t gonna make me yours, you should’ve never touched me.”

As fucked up as it was, you nearly came when he said that— but you managed to hold back.  Not because you got off to sad things, but because you felt the exact same fucking way.  “You’re mine, Eddie,” you breathed.  “Mine— fucking mine.”

“Oh god,” he whined, “I-I’m gonna come.  Fuck.  Please…”

“Come for me, Eddie,” you ordered, but he surprised you by disobeying (for now).

"I-I want you to come when I come," he pleaded.

"No, then I won't be able to focus on how cute you sound," you laughed.  "I need to listen closely so I can imagine you're pumping that huge load into me instead."

"Fuck," he groaned.  "That's what I'm imagining too.  It felt so good to come inside you…"

"I loved all that jizz dripping out of me for the rest of the night," you recalled, "it felt so dirty but I fuckin' loved it."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he whimpered.

"After you left, I tasted it," you admitted.

"Oh fuck!" he said again, yelping. "I-I'm gonna come, I'm so close, just— just tell me somethin'."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me you really care about me."

You gasped slightly.  "Eddie, I…"

You surprised yourself when you realized what you were about to say.  I'm falling for you.  You tried to think of what else you could say, something that would be true and satisfy him without giving yourself away entirely.  I think sometimes you're the only one who ever loved me for who I am.  I miss you so much that I can't bring myself to call because I'll miss you more.  I get scared because I worry you'd hate me if you knew me better.  I regret letting you go even though I know it was right.

"I meant what I said before," you offered instead.  "I need you."

"I— oh god— I need you too," he whimpered.  "I'm gonna come, fuck fuck fuck!"

His high pitched whines dropped to a low, deep groan as he came— abrupt, choking sorts of moans that made it so easy to imagine every pump of hot come he was coating his bed with.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "fuck, I just… I came everywhere.  Fuck."

He let out a breathless laugh and it was the sweetest thing you'd heard all day.

"I… I have no idea how to clean this up," he realized.  "B-but you still need to come, right?  Just tell me what you wanna hear, you can get off to my voice."

"I want to hear you beg," you decided.

"I— god, I'll try," he offered.  "Uh, please?  Please come…"

"Good start," you egged him on.

"I… I want you to," he kept going.  "I wanna hear it, and I can imagine that I'm licking your cunt while you do it."

Fuck, he's not bad.  "I'm close," you whispered, "Eddie, I'm close— just keep going…"

"Please, please," he whimpered, "let me hear it, come for me— I know you'll sound so damn good… please just come, I want you to feel as good as I do— you deserve to feel so good…"

You gasped as it hit you, a sharp stab of pleasure that made your fingers nearly cramp up— but thankfully they didn’t, and you were able to keep pushing yourself further and further into it.

“Fuck, s’good, you’re so good,” he praised, “you sound just like I remember— except, you know, you were louder with me.”

You smiled as you started to come down, hips bucking weakly while a wave of numbness settled over you.  “Damn,” you laughed breathlessly, hearing Eddie laugh too.  “I’ve actually never done that before.  Phone sex— not masturbating, that I’m very familiar with.”

“I’m kind of surprised,” he replied.

“You thought I would’ve had phone sex by now?” you assumed.

“No— the masturbating thing,” he corrected, “I mean, you’re a superstar!  You could just have this, like, endless line of guys who wait for you to get horny and you could have sex whenever you want.”

“Uh huh, endless line of guys?” you repeated, sinking into the sheets a little deeper— that relaxation that could only come in those ‘after’ moments only enhanced by talking with Eddie.  He seemed to put you at ease so naturally.  “I don’t have room for many more people in this bus.”

“Okay, then just one guy,” he added, his grin audible even through the layer of static.  “One super cool, curly-haired, educationally-challenged metalhead guy!”

“Hm, he sounds like a lot of fun,” you considered, “and I do like the idea of getting laid every day.”

“Every—” he choked, starting over again as his voice cracked.  “Every day?”

“What, worried you can’t keep up?” you smirked.

“Oh— no, that is… so not my problem,” he sighed, and you laughed.  “I’m just dying a little inside because you’re calling me from heaven and I’m stuck in hell— which has been going by Hawkins, Indiana for the past several years.”

You smiled, softer than before.  “I’ll send you a postcard.  Wish you were here.”

“Yeah…”

The silence wasn’t quite awkward… it was comfortable, but somber, too.

“It’s too bad your tour didn’t stop in Indiana this time,” he finally blurted out.  

“Oh, Eddie— I really tried,” you promised, sitting up.  “But the venue changed their price, and the label wasn’t pleased, and I argued about it but—”

“Hey,” he interrupted with a laugh, “it’s fine.  I’m a big kid, I can handle it.”

You sighed.  “I know.”

“And I’ll wait for you,” he promised.  “As long as you need.”

“Funny,” you laughed, “I always thought I was the one waiting on you.”

“Waiting on me to do what?” he wondered.

“Graduate!”

“Right,” he chuckled thinly, “that’s what everybody’s waiting on me to do.  But I seriously don’t know if I can pass Ms. O’Donnell’s class.”

You sighed, shifting onto your side as you slipped under your covers; that orgasm took you out, and it was already later than you would normally go to sleep.  “Tell me about it,” you offered.

“Well,” he sighed, ���first of all, she assigns so much reading— and reading kinda gives me a headache…”

He talked for a while about it, venting about his issues, about the jocks in his class that bully him, about the teachers who didn’t really believe in him.

You listened, eyes getting heavier, the sound of his voice like a comfort for your mind similar to the blanket that was draped over your body.  “And don’t even get me started on Mr. Young’s math class…”

“Eddie?” you interrupted.

“Huh?” he mumbled.  “Oh, fuck, was I rambling again.”

“No, no, it was fine,” you promised, “I’m just getting pretty tired…”

“Oh… okay,” he offered.

“Will you stay on the line until I fall asleep?” you requested hesitantly.

“O-oh!  Yeah, sure,” he agreed.  

You couldn’t be sure how long he stayed on after you drifted off, soothed by the fuzzy sound of the silence over the phone— you had no way of knowing that he stayed on for hours and just listened to your breathing, hoping to hear you whisper or mumble to yourself, smiling when you snored for a minute.

All you knew was that when you woke up, there was a dial tone in your ear.

You hung up and put the phone away, its battery nearly drained, and snuggled yourself back into the sheets for a few more hours— hopefully able to continue your dream where it left off.

You called again a few months later, from what was technically your home phone— but the LA mansion never really felt like home.

An older, rougher voice answered after five or six rings.  "Hello?"

"Um, is Eddie there?" you asked.

"No," the man answered flatly.

"Will… he be back soon?"

"Considering he doesn't live here anymore, I'm figurin' not."

"O-oh…"

"Who's callin'?" 

"Uh, just an old friend.  He's not… in jail or anything, is he?"

The man laughed heartily.  "Amazingly, no.  He moved to Indianapolis after he graduated—"

You interrupted with a beaming smile: "He graduated?"

"Yes ma'am, and he even got a few As on his final report card," he explained proudly.  

You opened your mouth to ask for another way to reach Eddie now— a new number, maybe an address, but you suddenly stopped.  He finally did it, he escaped.  And he did it without you.

Maybe he needed to move on; really, it sounded like he already had.

Now that he was out of school he might ask to join you on tour like you promised over a year ago.  It would break your heart to have to say no to him— if you could find the strength to.  Worse, you were terrified that he wouldn't ask to be with you, that he'd be content without you… which simultaneously is what you wanted, and what you feared most.

You didn't want to know, was the main thing.  You didn't want to find out the hard way that he didn't need you anymore.

"Listen, uh, next time you see him, just tell him to take care, okay?" you requested.

"Sure, can I get a name with that message?" the man pressed.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.  "You don't have to say it's from me," you decided.  "Just tell him on my behalf, is all."

"O…kay…" he replied, confused.  "I will."

You thanked him and hung up, looking around the empty house— someone else decorated it, and it looked good, but it was too empty and clean, too sterile.  Why even have all this space if you had nothing to fill it with but noise.

Noise, that’s what you needed right now; you went upstairs to grab your guitar, suddenly realizing you had a new song to write.

part 3

[luveline]

a special friend, part 7 [Fred Weasley x reader]

summary: fred takes you window shopping, ruins your new dress and defends your honour [11k]

tags: smut, mental health issues, implied/referenced self-harm, she/her pronouns used for reader, fem reader

chapter list here

You were gaining weight and not sure how you felt about it. You filled out your clothes like before you'd left Hogwarts, which was perfectly fine. You were perfect just the way you were, Fred assured you.

It wasn't always your changing appearance that bothered you, it was the idea that you'd been eating a lot of food, mostly at Molly's expense. And what gave you the right to do that?

You started making excuses not to go there on Saturday's, even when you could tell Fred was puzzled and maybe even upset. He finally had enough that morning.

"Ghost. Whatever this is, I need you to tell me. Because my family likes you, my mother adores you, and they feel like they've done something wrong and I'm worried they did, too."

You were aghast, rushing to explain. "No, it's not your family. I like your family, your mum is an angel."

"Then what is it?" he asked. You knew he was frustrated and you couldn't blame him this time. Family first.

You looked down at your hands. He took a breath.

"Whatever it is, just tell me," he said softly. "Tell me."

"I don't feel like I deserve to eat," you said, words all squished together.

"You don't deserve to eat?"

"Yeah."

He looked gutted. "Ghost, you need to eat," he hooked an arm around you. You melted into his side.

"You don't need to lose any weight," he continued.

"It's not a weight thing," all the time, you didn't say.

"Then…"

"Just. I never had an appetite before, you remember. I don't like it."

He frowned at you. "You don't like eating?"

"I don't like being hungry and then eating like I deserve to not be hungry."

"You don't deserve to be hungry, Ghost. Nobody does."

"Your mum makes food for me, I'm using up her time."

He pushed the bed covers off of your crossed legs, trying to climb over you. "She likes cooking for you. She likes seeing you. She knows you're around for the long haul," he said, running his hands through his hair. You had to crane your neck to see his eyes.

"I am?"

"You know you are. Now get dressed before my mother dies of heartbreak, if you will. Please come."

He didn't ask for much and you couldn't say no to him.

-

"Y/N!" Molly cried at the sight of you. "I was beginning to think we scared you off!"

"Sorry, Mrs Weasley. I've been a bit busy," you lied.

She waved her tea towel at you. Something in her face made you think she knew the real story. Maybe she did - she was a mother after all.

"No apologies dearie. And it's Molly," she corrected, for the thousandth time.

"No Bill and Fleur?" Fred asked his mum, dotting a kiss on her cheek. She frowned.

"Not today, the baby has colic and they don't want to move around much. Poor thing."

She shepherded you into the kitchen where everyone else was eating already. You were always making Fred late. George pushed Ronald bodily down the table to make room for you, so Fred sat opposite.

"Ghost, my darling, I thought I'd never see you again."

"You saw me yesterday."

"Did I?" he sniffed. "Can't remember that."

"Idiot," Fred said. He started the whole meal time routine of pushing foods onto your plate. George helped.

"Guys, really. I can do it myself."

"Can you?" George asked.

"Only for the 17 years before I met you."

"Key words: before you met us," Fred said, cheerily buttering a bread roll to put on your plate.

The idea of eating anything was making you feel sick again. You crossed your legs under the table. Arthur was chattering away about something to Molly who kept asking him to repeat himself over the din of the scraping plates and Weasley chatter. Percy was reading, a book propped up against a jug of water.

The younger generation were practically screaming about changes made to the Hollyhead Harpies, who Ginny was very passionate about.

You didn't want anything too soggy or mushy looking today. You skirted around the beans and mushrooms on your plate, instead choosing to eat the bread roll with nothing in it. George put two sausages on your plate pointedly.

You were bouncing your leg under the table. You couldn’t help worrying about how much money all this food cost all the time. You were spiraling, you felt sick. What if it was morning sickness? You started panicking about being pregnant, even though you always drank the potion.

You tried to make eye contact with Fred. He would definitely know if you were pregnant.

“What?” he whispered.

You couldn’t actually ask him, that would be crazy.

“What?” he asked again, laughing.

Him being so happy and carefree put you at ease. If anything was wrong, Fred would know.

“Okay?” he mouthed.

“Yes,” you mouthed back.

“What’s the story?” George asked.

“Nothing at all. Where’s Angelina?”

“Breaking my heart somewhere,” he grinned. “Practice, always. She finishes soon though. I think you should try talking to her again when she gets here, Ghost. She wants to be friends. She said you haven’t had a ‘girls night’ in weeks..”

“She said that?” you asked.

“Yes,” George nodded.

You felt warm inside. “Really?” you couldn’t keep the pleased tone from your voice even though you tried,

“Really.”

“Oh, awesome. Okay.”

“Don’t psych yourself out. She likes you. She liked when you were almost friends,” George said.

You were excited and terrified at the same time. You hoped you’d be with Fred for the rest of your life, so it was imperative you got along with his twin’s girlfriend. And if you weren’t with Fred forever (Godric forbid), hopefully George would remain your friend. This was important and too much pressure.

But still, someone wanted to be your friend. Someone who wasn’t the twins. How exciting!

Fred was watching you fondly. “She’ll be fine.”

-

You and Angelina got on like a house on fire. You decided before she even sat down that you would try hard to be friendly and push through your shyness. It was easier now, with some self-esteem restored through Fred and George’s friendship and Fred’s support and affection. And you felt guilty for almost abandoning your budding friendship.

You especially enjoyed sharing the privy details of the twins’ lives with each other, as the twins were so alike.

“And he doesn’t ever remember to turn the lights off!” Angelina complained. You nodded rapidly.

“Or the heaters on at night.”

Obviously you’d talked to Angelina before, lots of times, you only thought that maybe she spoke to you for George’s sake alone. You weren’t just smiling and nodding, you were really trying - you felt like you could try. That your presence wasn’t a burden she would carry until you left her alone.

When the sun was beginning to make its way down the darkening sky, you walked down to the end of the garden to side-along beaming like an idiot.

"Shall we go somewhere?" Fred asked.

"Like where?" you asked curiously.

"Anywhere! Our lives are the size of the flat at this point."

I kind of like it like that, you thought. He disapparated, throwing you through space in the blink of an eye. You came out in a dark alleyway.

"Freddie, I trust you, but what the fuck," you murmured.

He squeezed your hands together so tightly you felt like his heartbeat and yours were on one circuit, pulling you out into the main street. It was a city town, what city you couldn't begin to guess, bustling with life and bright lights.

"Where shall we go?"

"We don't have any muggle money," you pointed out.

“I have enough for dinner. We'll window shop," he said confidently, leading you into a storefront. The shop was big, full of chairs and mattresses and bed sheets. There was a nice song playing over the speakers, cheery, slow. Fred weaved in and out of the chair's and sofas until you were staring down at the mattresses.

"I wanna lie on it so bad," you admitted.

Fred laughed in relief. "Oh my god I'm so glad you said that. Me too."

You threw yourself face down. Fred went for a backwards approach. You sunk into the mattress almost moaning out at the comfort of it.

"We need one of these," Fred said.

You tossed and turned. "It's too soft."

"Let's goldilocks this bitch," he said. You laughed madly following him to the next mattress.

You pulled the hair out of your mouth. "This one feels okay."

"It's too hard."

You giggled. "We're really goldilocksing it."

"Here," he helped you up, nudging you to the next one.

It was, as you might predict, perfect.

"How's this one?" you asked.

"I would love to tell you it's juuuuust right," he started quietly. You watched his mouth form the words, watched him roll his eyes with the same amount of nauseating love that you always did.

"But," he continued. "Something doesn't feel right."

"It's because we're not touching," you said instantly. You knew it like you knew the sky was blue. Shifting and wiggling, you cuddled close to his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Now?"

He brought his arms up to hug you. "Obviously you were right, brilliant girl."

A store attendant cleared their throat from halfway across the room.

"You're such a good friend!" Fred said loudly. "What a nice non-sexual hug we are enjoying in this mattress shop!"

"Fred!" you protested, rolling away from him. The attendant was glaring. Fred stayed stretched out on the mattress and you had to tug him off of it.

"What's your obsession with pushing me out of bed?" he asked from the floor, his lovely hair splayed around him. You realised you must look ghastly from this angle and turned away from him.

"Hey, Y/N! Don't leave me here."

You heard him scramble to his feet, felt his warm hand on your elbow.

"Am I such a bad bedfellow?"

"Grow up, Weasley."

"Weasley!" He stood in front of you. "Is that anyway to address your good non-sexual friend?"

"I thought you were my bedfellow?"

"I can be both!"

"As your girlfriend of 3 months, I'd prefer it if you were my bedfellow."

He wagged his eyebrows suggestively. "Doll, I like you and all, but public isn't my style."

You leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He tried to turn his head, kiss your mouth. You pulled away and teased, "Friend's don't kiss on the mouth."

"Our friendship's special, isn't it?"

"Not that special," you said, dragging him down the aisle to look at bedsheets.

"Dollll," he whined.

"Thought public wasn't your style?" You poked through the sheets, feigning indifference.

He caught your moving hands and brought them to his mouth. "No more games," he said, kissing your knuckles. "A truce, if you will."

You grinned. It wasn't often Fred Weasley gave up on a joke. "Ginny told me a long time ago you were whipped for me."

"Oh did she? That's good to know. Great information that I'll definitely file away and not act on later at a time most terrible for her."

"Don't torment your sister, you tyrant. And give me back my hands, I want to choose new sheets."

"These are all too expensive anyways," he said, pulling your hands onto his shoulder. "Kiss me before I cry in the mattress shop."

You went on tip toe to whisper close to his mouth, "Stop saying 'in the mattress shop' at the end of a joke to make it funnier."

"But it works so well."

He kissed you chastely. He may as well have snogged you for the way butterflies started in your stomach.

You moved away.

"The lady's getting so mad."

"She should be. PDA in the mattress shop of all places."

You walked away without checking he was following. You looked through throw blankets and pillows, feeling the luxurious materials under your hands. Fred commented on which ones he thought were tacky. You’d seen the way he dressed before 7th year, but you wouldn’t judge. He held up a blanket with a huge wolf emblazoned across it, laughing before he could even get the words out.

“This in our front room.”

When he said ‘our’, you knew he meant his and George’s. Still, it felt like he meant yours and his.

“No,” you shook your head, “absolutely not under any circumstances. Even-“ you cut him off, his mouth open, about to speak, “if you’re dying and this is the only blanket that would save your life.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” he said unconvincingly, folding the blanket to put back.

You both wandered out of the store and back onto the street, the sky darker and headlights from cars brighter.

“Look,” Fred said. He pointed to a charity shop three times as wide as the one near your home. To get there you had to cross the busy roads and you did so, screaming at Fred’s sudden sprint. He pulled you by the wrist, laughing at your fright.

You panted. “What’s wrong with you?”

“So many things,” he said, kissing you on the cheek. “Don’t be mad, Ghost. You’ll get frown lines.”

“I will not!” you said, letting him guide you into the charity shop. It was dimmer than the blinding white lights of the mattress shop. There were patrons all over the place, you could hardly count the people in here. Couples and old women and a man who couldn’t be older than you or Fred with a chihuahua in a baby carrier.

“We should get a dog,” Fred said.

“So you can carry it around like a baby?”

Fred set off down the aisle towards the end of the row. “If I wanted to carry something around like a baby, I’d have a baby.”

“By yourself?”

“Yes, Ghost, by myself,” he said sarcastically. You passed rows of clothes and big thick coats.

“Now this is interesting,” he said, pausing at the bric-a-brac. He picked up a little robin statuette, made of coloured glass. “What’s this do?”

“Nothing, I suppose.”

You poked a ziplock bag full of beads. They rattled. Fred sorted through the stuff with more interest than yourself, and it struck you that, as a pureblood, he might not be used to muggle stuff like this. The only charity shops he’d been to had been small, mostly clothes, yourself not long ago. It was fascinating, watching him discover old-fashioned lighters, a bread cutter that had seen better days, a flashlight you had to wind up with your hand.

You let him do his thing, setting your sight on a circle clothes rack laden with dresses of every kind. Slips, shifts, body cons and a-line skirts. You picked at the sequins on a particularly bad mermaid silhouette dress.

Fred came up behind you.

“That’s terrible.”

“This one?” you said, faking a dejected tone. “I quite liked it… you don’t?”

“I was-“ he cleared his throat, “-it was sarcasm, Ghost. It’s lovely.”

“No it isn’t,” you said normally.

The way his face lit up when he realised you’d got one over him was adorable. “Fiendish thing, I was about to pretend I liked that dress for the rest of our lives.”

“Hmm,” you said, pushing dresses across the rack in search of something actually nice enough to wear.

Something caught your eye. It was a satin binding mini dress with a v-neckline. The dress was cut in 3 panels, deep red contrast lines starting at the bottom of the dress and contouring up naturally where your breasts would begin, bisecting the champagne fabric.

It was stunning.

“That’s lovely,” Fred said.

“Very modern,” you said, running the single layer fabric between your fingers. “I don’t think I’d fill it out right.”

“I’m determined to prove you wrong,” he said, looking through his pockets and extracting his wallet. You turned the tag of the dress over and was pleasantly surprised at the price.

The lady at the front counter smiled at you both. “You’re a cute couple.”

Fred put his hand on your shoulder. “We are.”

“Thank you!” you said, accepting the bag from her, beaming.

“Where to now?” you asked Fred, almost tripping down the shop’s ramp and back into the busy street. It was almost dark.

“We spent all our money on your lovely dress,” he said, swinging your hand between you both as you walked.

“So no dinner?”

“We could go somewhere in Diagon Alley?”

“It’s all shut now,” you sighed through your nose.

“We could just go home. I can make pasta! Fettuccine or red pesto or something?”

“Mmm, that sounds nice,” you said.

He stuttered to a stop and you gave pause. “What, Fred?”

He was looking through the windows of a jewellery shop. The display was full of rings and bracelets, necklaces and big fat diamond earrings that sparkled from the streetlights and shop signs. Inside, you could see a couple who didn’t look much older than you with an assistant, showing them rings out of the glass cabinet.

He squeezed your fingers. You squeezed back.

“Come on, Ghost, let’s go home. It’s too cold.”

“Gonna drag me down a dark alleyway again?”

He dragged you down the dark alleyway. You disapparated to just outside the shop again. It was quiet down Diagon Alley, the silence broken only by the shop’s moving arm chugging up and back down.

You let him unlock the door, thinking your fingers might be too cold to turn the key. You left behind the alley, the shop floor like you’d left it the night before, the stairs to the flat. You kicked off your shoes at the entrance.

“George?” Fred called into the flat.

He didn’t call back. He was likely at Angelina’s for the night, where he spent most weekends. It was weird as you got older, when you first met the twins they were always side by side, always planning. Even a weekend away from each other felt alien.

Fred pulled his scarf and coat off. You didn’t bother, still cold. Fred wrangled them off you while you protested, edging away from him.

“I’m cold, Fred.”

He was laughing, peppering kisses all over your face as you tried to fight his thieving hands. He put your coat up next to his and pulled you into a hug.

“I’ll warm you up in no time.”

“This isn’t working,” you said, lips smushed against his chest.

“No?” Quick as a flash, he’d pulled his shirt over your head. You wrapped your arms around his naked back. He peered down his neckline at you.

“Cosy?”

“Super cosy.”

He walked you backwards to the kitchen and you laughed all the way, almost falling backwards on the slippery kitchen floor.

“I can’t cook with you in there,” he said.

You kissed his chest. “Too bad, heartthrob,” you said, then extracted yourself anyway.

He smoothed down your ruffled hair and turned away to start cooking dinner. You tried your best to help him, ultimately getting in the way more than anything. He put you on stirring duty.

It was in moments like this that you thought back to Hogwarts and how, if it weren’t for Fred and George’s inherent and abundant kindness, you would probably be spending every evening alone or with your mother. You might be dead.

That was a scary thought to have. Scarier still to watch your boyfriend chopping vegetables and think, Godric, there was a chance I never would’ve watched him cutting vegetables. And it wasn't special or intimate or anything like that, but it broke your heart. You wondered if that’s how it felt for Fred when he found out you were hurting yourself, if he’d looked at you in the shower dripping wet and thought, I might never have seen her do this at all.

There were so many things you would’ve missed out on and still so many more. Had the ghost of you wasted away in that castle a thousand miles away, you never would’ve gone to that perfumed smelling charity shop and had your boyfriend buy you a dress. You never would’ve lived a life surrounded by people who loved you and wanted you to show up for family breakfast every single Saturday and saved you a plate. You never would’ve understood how sex with somebody doesn’t have to be just sex, that it could be beautiful and silly and you could laugh the whole while and not ruin the mood.

All your life you’d felt as though something was missing - was there a reason you couldn’t find people who understood you? Were you the wrong shape, the wrong size? What about your face, was it the wrong face? Your body?

Worse, was it your personality? Your humour, your interests? You’d tried so hard to be someone people could love, erasing and erasing the parts of you that made you you until there was nothing left. Or almost nothing.

Until two brilliant boys saw something in you that you thought you’d rubbed out a long time ago. Until they never gave up on you, never pressured change, never thought an ‘I love you’ would fix every wrong part of you.

Fred had given you so many chances and so much forgiveness that it made you sick. Did that make him your god, the fact that from everybody on this whole planet, it was him that you would seek an absolution now?

Because whatever you did in this miserable and exhaustingly happy life, it would be for Fred now. You couldn’t live for yourself, you hadn’t, but you would for Fred. You promised yourself that.

And whatever was missing from inside you, Fred didn’t care. Or maybe he cared so much it got all filled up.

“Fred?” you asked.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You didn’t bother forcing a moment, didn’t bother to stop stirring the soup. Saying it didn’t make it more true than it had been for hours, for days, for weeks and months. From the night you slept in his bed at Christmas or the day he gave you the necklace or the afternoon he and George realised you’d been standing behind them all along, that you’d heard every word they’d been saying.

You were dirty and tired and full of cuts and welts from scratching and your hair didn’t ever look perfect, your clothes weren’t anything to write home about. You didn’t have an award-winning smile, you couldn’t model with your body.

None of it mattered. You might not be special to the world, but you were special to Fred Weasley.

Fred felt a bit more passionately about your declaration than you thought he would, immediately abandoning the cutting board, turning off the heat.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I know you do,” you said. You weren’t arrogant. You just knew.

“I was going to say it first,” he said, sliding his hand down your forearm. You gripped his back, like a pact.

“You already did, Freddie. A million times before.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “I love you. I’ll find a million different ways to tell you.”

And that was that - a million different ways, he said? Then you would find a trillion. You stepped on his toes and he stepped on yours, laughing when you pulled back only to try again, till you were almost shrieking at his offense.

“Think about how many siblings I have and then reevaluate why what you just tried was stupid,” he suggested.

You turned the heat back on under the saucepan, smiling even though your toes hurt.

Fred finished chopping up the ingredients and soon a delicious smelling sauce was cooking away on the stovetop. You sneaked spoonfuls of sauce when he wasn’t looking, though a tell-tale trail of green around your mouth gave you away.

He batted your hands away from the saucepan and told you to set the table, which was extremely funny to you because setting the table in the twins’ flat consisted of two coasters and two forks on either side of the table. Fred finished cooking the pasta and added it to the sauce, blinking away the hot steam that drifted into his face. He levitated the bowls onto the table in a display of skill that served to remind you just how smart and skilled he was. He didn’t spill a drop.

He pushed his place setting over to be next to yours, uninterested in a romantic candlelit dinner. His thigh brushed up against yours every time he moved, his elbow against yours when he took a mouthful. The elation of being loved so deeply you knew it like you knew there to be blood in your veins made it so that you didn’t think, not once, about being sick or giving up.

Plus, what better way to say you loved someone than to eat a plate of their food and compliment it? You took a moment between mouthfuls to press your fingers to his arm, giving in to the urge to always be close to him if only for a second. He tilted his head and neck so that his cheek covered your hand.

“How is it, doll?” he asked, sipping at the large glass of water you’d poured for him.

“It’s nice,” you said. “Would've been nicer if it were spaghetti.”

“Not funny, at all,” he said. The smile colouring his voice said otherwise. How funny to think it had been almost two months since that night where you’d eaten pasta and heard that horrible man complain about spaghetti.

It felt surreal and not. It was your life, it was a lot of things. You’d given up on the perfect girlfriend facade and the urge to punish yourself for little things had slowly fallen away, never completely, but enough to live your life. You’d done that for Fred and everyone who cared about you, including yourself.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it tonight - how you were sickened by gratefulness. It wouldn’t stop rushing through your head. You let Fred finish his meal, let him pull you down into the sofa with the TV, channel surfing. You let him make silly jokes and poke your ribs with the remote and still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Fred.”

“What?”

“When I said I love you, I meant to say thank you. Or maybe I meant both. I do love you, and I love you separate from the thank you, but I didn’t actually say thank you. So thank you.”

He listened so compassionately it made you glad you’d spoken up about it.

“I guess I have some thank-you’s to give you as well. Thank you for every word you’ve said to me when you felt like you couldn’t talk. Thank you for those months where you were alone in Hogwarts. Thank you for trying so hard,” -he played with your fingers in his hands- “I know you did a lot of stuff just because I asked you to.”

“I did.”

He hummed. “You make it easy to love you.”

It was so far from how you perceived yourself and your actions it stopped you. You laughed, “Fred, I’m lots of things, but…”

“You’re more than easy to love. I swear I loved you before I knew you, because where else would it all have come from? There’s so much of it.”

“You’re getting sappy now,” you said ironically.

“Accept my sap, you sap. Or don’t be so you and I’ll find a way to overcome this.”

“I don’t want you to overcome this.”

“As if I could.”

You kissed his stubbley jaw. “Wanna try on my new dress?”

“Gosh, don’t I just wish I could. You’ll have to wear it instead, doll,” he said, voice dripping in ire.

You pulled out of his grasp to go find the dress. It was folded nicely in the bag and it hadn't been too long to crease. You stripped out of the clothes you'd been wearing to your underwear and bra and wrestled with the dress. It was a tight fit, though shapely. You couldn't reach the zipper between your shoulder blades and your bra straps ruined the whole thing, you decided, pulling it off.

"Fred," you called into the flat. "Can you come help me, please?"

"What?" he asked, appearing in the threshold of his bedroom. His eyes softened at the sight of you. "Oh, Ghost, don't you just look like something else."

You twirled, finishing with your back to him. "Zip me up please."

He did so. You had shivers at the proximity, leaning so that your hair wasn't in his way. He steadied the fabric at the small of your back and zipped you up so that the fabric was now tight to your breasts.

"Tada."

You turned to face him again. "How do I look?"

"Divine, my darling," he drawled dramatically. "Stand upon the bed so I might appraise you further, my dearest beloved."

You entertained this command, climbing onto his wobbly bed, feeling your sock-clad feet sink into the mattress. He walked back and forth the room.

"Simply divine," he said again, rubbing his forehead. "Godric, I must alert the press."

"Okay," you said, moving to hop down. "That's enough of that, Shakespeare."

He met you at the edge, looking up into your face with his hands on your waist. "Shakespeare was the playwright, not the actor."

"Let me down, contrarian bastard. Who even told you about Shakespeare?”

"Bastard! I might just tell your mother about that one."

He spun around, presenting his back to you. "Climb aboard, madam."

"What? Fred, I'm too heavy."

"Shut up."

You curled your hands around his neck. "You're so rude sometimes and I don't think you notice."

He reached his hands back to hook your calves into place. "Whatever you say. Are we ready to go?"

You sighed into his hair. "I regret this and we haven't even moved."

He straightened out. You felt his every step in your whole body, jostling you so that the dress was hiking higher and higher up your back. You feared your underwear were on public display and attempted to loosen one hand to fix it. You almost fell off.

"Hold on tightly!" he demanded. You'd done a lap of his room and were now off out into the rest of the flat. It was kind of fun. You pecked the top of his ear peeking through his hair, grinning to yourself.

He ruined the moment by taking off into an all out sprint. You knew if there were cameras pointed at you both that neither of you would've looked particularly attractive, Fred's face screwed up in concentration so that he didn't drop you  and your own contorted in abject fear.

"What is your obsession with carrying me around like a sack of potatoes?" you shouted.

"You're a gorgeous little sack of potatoes!"

"Put me down!" He didn't, of course, charting a course around the sofa to almost slip on the rug. You wailed. "Weaselbee! Put me down or I want a divorce."

He stopped at the bathroom door, turning his neck to look at you. You adjusted so you were hovering over his shoulder, face to face.

"You can't divorce me, we haven't married yet,” Fred said.

"It's a preemptive divorce. And I want half of everything."

"I always knew you were a gold digger."

"Get a prenuptial if it bothers you so much."

"You can't get a prenup if you're already married."

"You just said we weren't!"

He leaned down to let you slide from his back. You breathed harshly, grateful for your feet to be back on solid ground. The dress was a little rumpled.

"Did I? I don't remember."

"That's definitely early onset-dementia."

Fred gasped. "You can't joke about that!"

"Apologies. So, do you seriously like the dress?"

Fred smirked at you. "You look brilliant. I have amazing taste."

"You should buy all my dresses from now on."

"I wasn't talking about the dress."

"As seductive as that is, I literally asked you specifically about the dress. For a smart guy, you lack basic comprehension."

"My 'bondrelenshun' is just fine, thanks."

You laughed at his joke, smiling beatifically.

He simpered. "Godric, you're lovely. Do a spin again."

You did as he asked. The delicate edge of the dress flared out like a tulip's petal, waved and soft on your thighs.

“Worth every penny,” he said, sidling forward.

He used the full length of his hand to steer your face up. You straightened your back, giving yourself the height you needed to kiss him.

Your stomach was aflame. Shyly, you brought your hand up to his waist, almost standing on tip-toes to kiss him back. Where your hand touched him you could feel the heat leaking through his shirt into your palm. He leaned down further so that you could go flat on your heels again, deepening the kiss. You felt yourself drift backwards to lean against the bathroom doorway.

The saying ‘give an inch and they’ll take a mile’ was astute in this situation. Fred took your retreat as an invitation, which it was, to crowd you, second hand travelling up your arm to your neck. He slid his finger under one of the spaghetti straps of your dress and pulled on it gently.

He slid it to one side. The dress fell down an inch. You laughed into his mouth.

-

Fred was trying to seduce you. Whether it was working or not was another thing. You were susceptible if nothing else, letting him move you about every which way till you were leaning on the bathroom threshold, trying to reach up on your toes to kiss him back.

He grinned to himself, hunching down so you wouldn’t have to go to all that trouble. He led one way and you followed with your mouth, eager and attentive to the subtleties in his movements. He tried his luck, fiddling with the strap on your dress. You laughed in glee, pushing the other strap down so that the fabric was held up by the peak of your breasts and nothing more.

You tried to reach back for the zip. “Don’t,” Fred implored you. “It’s such a nice dress. Don’t take it off.”

“You wanna fuck me in my dress? Fred, you romantic.”

“You’re so lewd,” he said, pulling you up against his chest. You kissed his neck once, twice.

“Yes, I want to fuck you in your dress,” he admitted.

“Magic words?”

“Please?”

You smiled all evil, eyes full of happiness. “I like it when you say please.”

“I’m not fucking you in our bathroom,” he said instead of replying, pulling you by the hand to his bedroom. Or, he could say, your bedroom. It smelled more like you than it did of him. You had a pile of clothes on his desk chair, your earrings were all over his desk and your dirty socks were at the bottom of his bed.

You sat on his bed and shuffled backwards against the headboard. Fred followed, laying you out flat so he could hover over you and put kisses wherever he felt you needed them. He brushed his thumb over the healed cuts on your leg and kissed your chest, straight down the middle of you till he was kissing the space between your cunt and your bellybutton through fabric.

You pulled it up. He would’ve laughed at your eagerness had he not experienced you like this before. He kissed the freshly exposed skin, nipping lightly to bask in your tremors.

“We never put music on when we do this,” you commented, your feet moving back and forth restlessly.

“What a weird way to say you’re bored,” Fred said, deadpan, resting the side of his face against your abdomen. He could hear your stomach making sounds.

You carded your hand through his hair. He rolled in the pleasure of such simple contact, tempted to sleep right there on your stomach.

“It’s funny listening to you breath,” you said. “I think, if you died, I could pretend to be you through your breathing alone.”

“Again, weird way to say that.”

“You’re impossible,” you said, pushing his face off your stomach. Fred frowned. Damned girl. He could almost predict the trick you were about to play.

You pushed him flat on his back and climbed atop him, planting yourself directly over his crotch. He felt his entire body heat up. You pushed your gentle hands flat-palmed up the length of his stomach, his shirt bunching up at the armpits, to plant your own row of kisses down his torso.

You shuffled backwards. Fred groaned, dropping his head back on the bed. You laughed at him knowingly, purposefully gracing the bulge forming in his trousers with the side of your hand with the pretense that you were adjusting yourself to plant kisses at the skin above his waistband.

Your face was much too pleased. Fred felt at once that you were about to do something evil, and he couldn't help from balling his hands into fists. Your cheek never left the skin of his stomach as you kissed him, even as you began unzipping his trousers.

You took the whole of him in your hand, face resting on his stomach, to pump lazily, sluggish movements that slowly took his semi to a full erection. Fred hardly minded if you took your time; you had all the time in the world.

When he was finally hard you inched forward, kissing a line until your lips were against the base of his shaft, the side, the tip. You licked the bead of precum that was forming and took the tip of him into your mouth.

He shuddered. You were so incredibly careful with him that he felt at once privileged and insane. Where you couldn't fit him in your mouth you jerked his dick. Where you could, you were a dream, licking and swallowing around him so that he found himself a whimpering, pathetic mess of a man. He weaved his fingers into your hair, pulling you back.

You whined, moving forward again. You took a deep breath, making valiant attempts to fit his length to the back of your mouth. Fred wasn't eager for this, afraid of making you gag.

"Enough, Ghost."

"C'mon," you pleaded. "Let me. Think how cute it will be when you cum in my mouth."

"Ghost," he said, voice an octave higher than usual.

You pouted but pulled your mouth away, using his abdomen as a cushion again while you pumped, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his head with the other hand at the base.

"Come use your mouth up here instead," he begged, weary of his oncoming climax. If you managed to undo him before you fucked it might take longer than either of you wanted for him to be ready again.

You crawled back up his chest, rubbing your clothed cunt against his aching dick. He pulled you down, grimacing at the accidental force of it, to kiss you again, opening your mouth up with his. When you pulled back a string of spit connected your lips.

You wrinkled your nose. "Grim," you said. Fred just laughed.

He pulled your underwear aside, feeling along your slit with his fingers. He retracted his hand, spit, pushed it back between your legs. He rubbed your entrance, smiling to himself at the way your eyes drifted closed.

He pushed his fingers inside in a long, dragging motion, curling them up into your walls. You shuddered, collapsing against him.

He always tried to be his most gentle at this part to put you at ease. You went boneless under his touch, keening when he spread his fingers inside you, soon relaxing in response to his ministrations.

"Alright," Fred said, dragging slick out of you when he pulled his fingers free. You sighed, annoyed even if you wouldn't say. "Lie down."

You extracted a perfect leg from his side to lie by his side. He quickly climbed to his knees to maneuver you into a terribly erotic position. He knew that this image of you would litter his thoughts for a long, long time. You looked at him with all the adoration he could ever wish for.

"Are you ready?" he asked from the space between your knees.

"Go slow?" you asked, outstretching your hands towards him.

"Anyway you want it, sweetness."

Your dress was all pushed up over your stomach. He positioned himself at your entrance, taking a tiny shallow thrust before reaching to hold your open hands.

He stayed kneeling, using his hips to thrust into you. You tightened your hands on his, white-knuckled. He was pleased, perhaps more than any man should be, at your reaction, your happy little whimper at the stretch.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yep," you replied shortly, going back to making little sounds that made him feel like he might cum then and there.

You were extremely reactive, every thrust pulling a sound from you. He knew it made you embarrassed to be so loud, but it wouldn't stop him from trying his very best to ease them out of you. He was only a man, after all, and you looked so good, flushed and shy.

Fred had almost pushed his entire length in you when you closed your eyes. "Ghost," he cooed. "Won't you open your eyes?"

You shook your head.

"How else will you see how cute you looked all fucked open?"

Your full-body was wracked with shakes. "You can look for both of us."

He used where you were connected by hands to pull you down onto his entire length, bottoming out. He felt you constrict around him, the feeling sending heat deep into his stomach. Your eyes opened reluctantly, raising your head to look at where your bodies were connected.

He stayed seated deeply inside you, moving his hips up and down. You were biting your cheeks hard to keep from making sounds. Fred stole one of his hands back to press down on your abdomen. You cried out, trying to push his hand away.

"You felt that, Ghost?"

"You're evil."

"You didn't like it?"

"I don't want to play this game with you," you lied. You'd made it clear several times you really liked playing this game.

"If you didn't like it…" He pulled out.

"Fred."

"Y/N."

You sighed, your hips moving down to compensate for the loss. "I liked it," you admitted.

Fred pushed back in.

"But you already knew that," you said breathlessly.

He did.

He pushed his hand back down on your stomach the way you wanted him to and used it as leverage to thrust into where he thought you liked most. You gave up on being quiet, grip startlingly tight on his wrist.

He was constantly trying to assess what you were feeling during sex. It had been a big concern of his at the start of the relationship that you might do anything he asked you to without actually thinking about it if you wanted to do it, so he asked a lot of questions for his own peace of mind.

You seemed to be enjoying yourself, but verbal confirmation never hurt.

"How's that?" he asked, pushing his thumb into the soft flesh of your clit to draw stars. "Okay?"

You lifted your leg up, knee wobbling every time he drove into the hilt. "Yeah."

"Yeah? Feel good?"

"Feels good," you confirmed, voice clouded with pleasure. Fred held your leg up to take some of the effort from you. Now with both hands free you played with your breasts through your dress, the hard buds of your nipples. Fred was never a painter but he swore you were a work of art. He would've learned to draw, trained his hands until his fingers bled if he thought he could ever make something that captured the essence of you.

You'd never had a high threshold when it came to your climax, the sensitive skin of your clit may as well been an instant on button, especially as Fred refused to pace himself like you would've yourself, rubbing the sweet little bud until every inhale was a gasp. The leg he held closed instinctively, almost knocking his hand away.

You came in fits and starts. He cherished the way your chest lifted from the sheets, how you couldn't seem to draw breath, and the illicit moan that you failed to cover up with your hand.

He pulled out, weary of your shaking legs because of how rough he'd been with you. You protested weakly.

"You didn't cum," you pouted.

Fred palmed himself using your wetness as lube, grinning.

"You did," he said smugly.

You sat up, pushing your hands between your legs so you didn't fall straight flat again. "Can I?" you asked, eyes on his dick. He fell back on the bed, knees aching.

"You don't have to ask me," he said. He was more than happy for you to continue what you'd started earlier.

You shuffled forward, dress falling back down to cover you up. A loss, in his eyes. You arranged yourself to lie on your stomach, elevated by your elbows. You stuck your pink tongue out to lick the underside of his dick.

You'd only done oral a handful of times. Your first time, weeks ago, nervous and excited and adorably eager, you'd bitten him only twice and apologised so profusely he couldn't find it in himself to mind.

You'd made some strides since then, in Fred's humble opinion.

He gathered your hair out of your face to hold in one hand, the other rubbing the tightness out of your shoulders. You hummed gratefully, the sound causing him to twitch and buck into your mouth.

You giggled madly and did it again.

Fred groaned, pushing himself into your mouth gently so as to allow you time for adjusting. You didn't care for it, bobbing up and down with little regard for your comfort, though you were careful of your teeth.

You pulled all the way back to give special treatment to his head, slurping the dribble that worked its way down his shaft. He pulled you away from his shaft when he knew he was close, letting you pump with increasing speed until he'd spurted white down your fingers, down your arm.

You licked your hand clean. Fred resisted the urge to propose marriage, lest anyone else ever see do such a thing.

"Don't look at me like that," you said. "I didn't do anything."

"You know what you did," he said, helping you up from your stomach. You kneeled on the bed across from him, both your knees interlocking. You leaked a mess all over his sheets with little regard, taking his hand in yours to pepper kisses up his forearm.

"I love you, Freddie," you said.

Fred felt as though he could cry. He pulled you up, you protesting as your naked cunt slid up the fabric covering his thigh, leaving a wet mark.

"I love you too," he said, hoping to convey the tenderness he felt in his hands, pushing your hair out of your face to kiss your hairline.

You rocked against his thigh.

"You'll kill me," Fred said, sighing in defeat. He would let you.

-

Lee Jordan's birthday party was maybe the first outing that you and Fred had reason to attend as a couple, and it worried you sick.

You didn't know what to wear, or how to do your hair. Would Fred be disappointed if you looked bad? Would it embarrass him? What if he took your dressing up nice as a ploy to get the attention of other people?

You stressed out in your bedroom. Fred lounged on your bed, flicking through a scrapbook from your childhood.

"You were not a happy child," he said softly.

"No, I was miserable. All I wanted to do was sit in people's laps and read."

You shrugged off the dress you were wearing to try on another. Fred flipped a page.

"What's wrong with the one we bought last week?" Fred asked again.

"You know exactly what's wrong with it, Fred Weasley."

"We'll get you a brooch."

You peeled off the next dress and chucked it at him. He caught it effortlessly.

You tried on the next one. They were all too short or out of fashion, this one was long enough to cover everything important, except the scars on your leg. This didn't truly matter, but still. Fred Weasley would not have a fuck up for a girlfriend, you told yourself. You'd wear something sweet and you'd talk to all his friends, even if they all already knew the mess that you were in school.

You sank down onto your knees, peering into your wardrobe. Godric, was it you, or was it getting hard to breathe in here? You picked uselessly at the skin of your hip, wondering why even though you felt fine, this was a small setback, you felt like you could shut down. Why couldn’t you get past this? Why were you always that stupid young girl who covered her ears and stopped speaking when the smallest of things didn’t go right?

Fred sat down beside you, crossing his legs.

“We don’t have to go,” he said.

“Yes, we do.”

“Not if it’s going to upset you.”

You smiled at him. “I’m not upset. I just wanted to lie down.”

“Then lie down,” he prompted. “Your own personal pillow right here.”

You put your face in his lap. He set upon your hair instinctively, pulling threads of it from your face to tuck behind your ears. “What’s wrong with this one?”

“It doesn’t cover my leg.”

“It doesn’t have to, doll. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Plus, you have beautiful legs.”

You wriggled your face into the meat of his thigh. “I’m not sure I want people to know.”

He nodded. “Tights? You could wear pyjamas if you liked.”

“I want to look nice. I want people to know I’m different now.”

Fred brought his arms around you in a hug. “Ghost, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. The only person whose opinion should matter to you is your own.”

“Your opinion matters to me.”

“Yeah, ditto babe. So let’s worry about ourselves and fuck everybody else, okay?”

“I’d prefer if we only fucked each other, also.”

He tickled the back of your neck. “Don’t be difficult, Y/L/N.”

You were reluctant to move from his lap, though your knees hurt and your make up was probably getting smudged against his trousers. He didn’t seem eager to move either, fingernails finding pathways through your hair to trace your scalp. You shuddered, shying away from his touch.

“My shy girl,” he murmured. “Wear what you want. If anyone so much as looks at you funny, I’ll take care of it.”

You went to tease him, say something saractasic, like, oh, Fred, my bad boy. But it was so nice, so sickeningly lovely, to have somebody say that to you and knew they meant it that all that came out was hot air.

You knew he’d let you lie there in his lap and forget the party even though he wanted to go. You reluctantly left the warmth of his lap to scrounge up a pair of tights to wear. It was an undignified performance to put tights on in front of somebody else, though Fred watched as though you were performing a magic trick. The dress you were wearing was dark, slate grey. You skipped your feet into your tall shoes, marveling at how tall they made you whilst standing next to Fred.

You lead him down the stairs and out through the front door. “Bye, Mrs Y/L/N!” Fred called out.

“Oh, bye darlings! Be safe!”

“Yep, see you!” you called back, closing the door behind you both.

You shivered all the way down past the wards. Fred held his hand out. You accepted, letting him side-along you to the path outside Lee Jordan’s flat.

He’d been traveling for a few months with work, and was now home for at least a little while, Fred had told you. Fred was more than excited to see his friend from school, the happiness basically rolling off of him in waves.

Fred and his friends had always been popular, a fact you conveniently forgot. You felt wickedly special that out of all the girls in your year, Fred had somehow needed your with you. You didn’t have to knock, the door flung open, lights and music streaming out of the door.

“His neighbours can’t be very happy,” you mumbled, feeling yourself drift closer to Fred’s side in reaction to the sheer amount of people. Most you recognized.

“What was that, doll?”

You shook your head, it didn’t matter. Lee Jordan was surrounded by people, George close to his side. Fred cheered. “Lee!”

They engaged in a friendly bro hug, patting each other on the back. You watched them celebrate, smiling.

“You know my girlfriend, Y/N,” Fred said, pulling back to wrap his arm around your shoulder.

“Y/N! Girlfriend now? That means he can be my best friend again, right?” he asked, laughing in goodnature.

“Happy birthday,” you said, shifting from foot to foot.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll be drinking soup from a straw soon enough.”

They descended into a conversation you couldn’t quite edge into. It was always the same when it came to the twins and Lee Jordan, had been that way at school. When they talked it was a dance you didn’t know. Lee ushered Fred into having a drink. When he offered you something to drink you accepted, even though you weren’t keen.

You caught George’s eye. “Angie’s in the kitchen with Alicia, if you want to go see her! It’s a bit quieter in there.”

“Yeah? She won’t mind?”

“No! She asked me if you’d be here tonight, she wants to see you!”

You blushed. “Okay, I’ll go look.” You were both speaking quite loudly to be heard over the music, the vibrations so strong you could feel it in your chest.

His flat wasn’t large enough to get lost. You wandered into the kitchen, feeling nervous, to find Angelina and a group of Gryffindor girls you knew via association. You took a large gulp of your drink in preparation.

“Hi, Angelina.”

“Hey! Guys, this is Y/N, you remember. She’s Fred’s girlfriend.”

“Wow,” Alicia said. “That makes you and Angie, like, sisters-in-law.”

Angelina shifted where she was leaning on the countertop to make room for you. You put your cup down behind you and leaned back too, feeling the sound of your heart in your ears.

A girl you didn’t know the name of but remembered as being nice enough smiled at you. “Fred Weasley, huh. How do you deal with all that? I’d be looking over my shoulder waiting to be pranked at every corner.”

You smiled at her in understanding. “Fred never plays games on me.”

The group of girls couldn’t believe it. “What, never?”

“No,” you smiled nervously. Was he supposed to?

“That’s so cute,” Alicia said.

“I’m jealous,” Angelina said. “George won’t leave me alone. He charmed my hairbrush to turn into a rubber rat when I picked it up this morning. I screamed bloody murder.”

Your stomach turned. “Is it a bad thing?” you asked, insecure.

“No! It’s adorable,” one girl jumped to say.

“Plus, he’s probably a bit worried you’ll get freaked out,” one girl said. You knew her face but not her name. The girl next to her elbowed her in the side.

“What? She’s-“ her friend stomped on her foot. She looked appropriately scolded.

Somebody coughed.

“Have you seen Lee’s cake?” Angelina asked you. You downed the rest of your drink before answering.

“No, is it cool?”

“I think it’s one of those trick cakes,” Alicia said, mixing her drink with a straw. “Like, somethings gonna jump out of it. Refill?” she asked you.

“Yes, I think so.”

She grabbed your arm, tugging you over to the table of drinks in the living room part of the flat. It was so crowded you couldn’t see Fred anymore.

“I’m Alicia,” she said, ditching her cup for a fresh one. “You already know that, but I thought I’d introduce myself properly.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know.” She laughed to herself, pouring a shot's worth of something into your cup and her own. She topped them both off with lemonade and ice. “Ignore Melissa, she’s just jealous. You and Angie made away with the cutest guys here.”

You laughed abruptly. “I didn’t really notice.”

“Fred’s a nice guy. Plus, I hope it’s okay to say, you seem heaps happier now than you did in school.”

“I - I am,” you stuttered. “I’m much happier.”

She nodded, bringing her drink to her lips. “That’s great! School isn’t for everyone, you know?”

You took a convenient sip of your own, unsure of what to say. Somebody pushed past you, almost sending your drink all over the place. There was a gaggle of boys laughing so loudly they may as well have been standing right next to you.

“When did you and Fred get together?” she asked.

“About 3 months ago.”

“Really? I thought you were dating in school.”

“No, just friends.”

“I wish I had a friend like,” she laughed, eyes following somebody across the room. “Ew, who let Cronus in?”

You felt your entire heart drop into your stomach. Cronus, as in Jonathan, your ex-boyfriend? Alicia pointed through the crowd, and sure enough, Jonathan was laughing with a group of girls, his head tilted back.

“You don’t like him?” you asked. Everyone liked Jonathan.

She shook her head. “He gives me such smarmy feelings.” Her hand dropped.

You hugged your arms tight across your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him in person - he was the year above in school, had left before you even made friends again. The version of you that knew Jonathan didn’t exist anymore.

As though he could feel your eyes on him, he looked up. A smile warped his face. You looked down at your chest, heart pounding. You should go find Fred, or George.

And ruin their night? Right. You let yourself have a stressed moment of panic. It wasn’t as though he’d approach you.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, a deer in headlights. He was barely taller than you and somehow still managed to look down his nose at you. You felt yourself slip into a version of you that didn’t exist anymore, smaller and neater.

“Cronus,” Alicia said.

Jonathan smiled like something was hilarious. “You look great. And you too, Spinnet.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

He was entirely too close. You shrank into yourself, covering your chest tightly.

“New style?”

“Yes,” you answered, almost automatic.

“It suits you. Couldn’t play mouse forever, I suppose.”

You faltered. “People change.”

“No, they don’t. Say, Alicia, could I have a moment alone here?”

“You’re alright,” Alicia said, planting her feet. “I think I’ll stay.”

His lip curled. He smoothed it all down, falling back into his friendly facade. “Come on, Spins. Me and Y/N were a thing before, you know? Let us get reacquainted.”

“Alicia, stay,” you said, trying your best to stare him right in the face. “Please.”

He put his hand to his chest, looking so sincerely offended you almost believed him. “Y/N, have I done something? I thought we ended on good terms.”

“We ended just fine. I don’t want to be reacquainted, is all.”

“I see.” His eyes darkened. He was annoyed now, his sense of justice taking over. You’d been rude to him. Jonathan couldn’t stand rudeness. “You know, I liked you better when you didn’t talk so much.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Fred had to shout to be heard over the din of the room. The people closest to you stilled. You felt yourself relax at his arrival, though his tone of voice sent shivers down your back. He was straight backed, Lee Jordan by his side, watching with as much surprise as you imagined you held in your own expression.

Jonathan turned to him, eyebrows quirked. “Weasley.”

“What did you just say to her?”

Jonathan rolled his eyes. “I said I liked it better when she didn’t talk. You know, she’s a rude thing.”

Lee Jordan clapped Fred on the shoulder. “A misunderstanding, Freddie, I’m sure.”

“She’s hardly rude,” Alicia denied, putting her drink down with enough force to have it sloshing over the edge. “Learn to take rejection with grace, Cronus.”

“Are you guys making a joke? I asked little mouse how she was, she responded with rudeness. I hardly see how I’m out of order.”

“I highly doubt that,” Fred said. “Maybe you’re just a tosser.”

Jonathan held his hands up, a picture of innocence. He looked between you and Fred, eyes calculating the space between you, how you’d moved closer to him without thinking. His eyes narrowed.

“I see. Weasley knows you well, I’d say, from the strength of his reaction. Very well. He know your dirty little secret?” he asked, grinning, hand drifting to his thigh.

“Some men can see past it, Jon. Don’t jump ship at the first sign of difficulty,” you said, fists balled.

He smirked. “More fool him. God knows the only reason I stuck around. You’re so quiet, but you have some volume in bed, don’t you sweetheart?” he said this quietly, smugly.

It was a blur of movement. Fred struck Jonathan so fast and so hard he was on the ground before you realised he was going to do anything at all. You found yourself clambering backward in surprise, almost pushing down the whole drinks table behind you. Fred wrung his fist, throwing his fingers out, hissing.

“You say something like that about my girl again, I’ll kill you,” Fred said, much too cool.

Jonathan sprung to his feet, incensed, quicker than you thought he’d be able to. His cheek was already red and purple. He sniffed, pulling his wand from his sleeve. You took yours from your own pocket and pointed it at him. Multiple people did the same.

“Oh, do us all a favor and fuck off home,” Lee Jordan said. “Take it like a man, I beg.”

“Yeah, fuck this,” Jonathan said. He pushed a path through the crowd, almost toppling over some poor dyed nearest the door.

“And you can get back to your party,” George called. Tens of pairs of eyes turned away guiltily.

Alicia rubbed a hand up your shoulder blade. “Are you okay? Godric, what an arsehole.”

“Y/N?” Fred moved to your side. The way he said your name had tears forming in your eyes. You willed them away, smiling, your lips wobbling.

Alicia patted your shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it. I’m in the kitchen if you need me.”

“Thank you, Lis,” Fred said.

He seemed hesitant to touch you. You felt a mixture of shame and guilt, holding your hand out towards his. He let you take it, let you assess his bruising knuckles.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

He sighed. There was anger in his frame, which you were completely used to. “I’m embarrassed. Are you okay?”

You brushed the pad of your thumb over his knuckles. “I feel like I’m gonna fall over.”

“Okay, okay,” he pushed his arm under your shoulder, leading you down the hallway and into the bathroom. He left the door open, shut the lid of the toilet and encouraged you to sit down.

You knew you should talk to him, it was important, but you just couldn't open your mouth. You wrung your hands out.

Fred squatted in the space in front of you.

"Okay?"

You couldn't speak. You met his eyes and couldn't choose one, moving back and forth and back again. He caught your forearm in one hand, pushing your hand to his chest like he desired the closeness.

"Doll, what can I do?"

You shook your head. Your throat was dry. "It's okay," you said.

"Is it?" he asked.

"Did you hurt yourself?" you asked, eyes drifting to his other hand. His bruised hand.

"It could be worse."

You could hear yourself breathing. Slightly too fast, too loud.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said.

You took him in. Crouched down in front of you, looking up into your face, concern lining the corners of each feature. His freckles were stark in the bright bathroom lights.

You wanted to say, no, Freddie. You've never scared me once. But you weren't sure that was the right thing.

He brought his ruined hand up to grasp your other forearm, your wrists, grip gentle and firm to press both of your hands to his chest. He spread your fingers over his heart and started counting, so quietly it could've been confused for the buzzing lights.

You exhaled raggedly. "I wasn't scared."

"No?" he asked, covering your hands with his.

Your fingers tightened in the fabric of his shirt. "No."

You counted to yourself until you felt like you could speak properly again. You remembered, suddenly, where you were. What you were doing.

You could see Jonathan hitting the floor again. Could see Fred, steely-eyed, could hear his voice. My girl.

"Sorry," you said.

"Don't be. My fault."

"You always say that."

"It's always true."

"Thank you for defending me. He surprised me."

"I didn't know he'd be here, I swear."

"I didn't think you did," you said. "Want me to fix your hand?"

He shook his head. "If I'm gonna hit someone, I should probably deal with the consequences."

“The consequences…” you brought his bruised hand to your mouth and kissed it.

“This is positive reinforcement,” he said, though he didn’t pull away.

“He only said that for a reaction. I’m not even loud in bed.”

Fred said nothing, looking vaguely amused.

“Or, I wasn’t,” you amended.

He stood up, letting you keep his hand in your grasp. He tilted your head back like you were a posable doll and kissed your forehead. “If you are or you aren’t, that twat shouldn’t get to say stuff like that in front of your friends.”

“They’re more your friends,” you said gently.

“You’re breaking George’s heart and he can’t even hear you.”

You pouted. “We should go back to the party.”

“In a minute,” he said, looking down into your face with an unnameable expression. “Let me look at you.”

You obliged, looking right back.

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Hellooo, I hope you are okay 😊, i just read the "their crush catches them staring" and I loved so much.

May I request a (y/n) who is from another country and when she gets mad (not necessarily with them but it could be) she stars cursing and talking in another language? And them they just be like "wtf are you talking?"

I really like to see a Brazilian (y/n) with Shinichiro, Mikey and Chifuyu but you can change if you want, I really don't mind :)

Ps: I didn't find your rules so I hope me request is okay

Aaaa I really love the idea of this! I feel like the boys would get all shocked pikachu faces and look at y/n like she grew another head 😭😭 As a bilinggual I often find myself code switching to a different language especially in expressions and sounds of frustration or when my grandparents would tell me to repeat what I say in my native language because they say english is wayy too fast (I'm filo btw)

Hearing their s/o speak in their native language

includes: shinichiro, mikey, chifuyu

warnings: swearing

wordcount: 2115

NOTE: so this is the first time i'm ever doing sumthing that involves another language and I did a little research on the words I've decided to put but please feel free to correct me if I used some of the words in the wrong context or if the translation i've put on the word is wrong

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write this hope yall enjoy!

shinichiro

As a boyfriend he prolly already knows that you can speak a different language

but

that doesn't stop him from blinking back and getting surprised whenever he hears you though

cue the core memory he had when he heard you speaking to your grandma over the phone one time

it was all normal until it wasnt

from the start of the conversation on the phone, you had your grandma on speaker and he understood every bit of what yall were saying

at first, he thought he started disassociating when he thought he heard you start speaking gibberish

has a confused face and blinks back like 🙂

"i just understood what they were talking about a second ago and now 🙃🙃"

literally doesn't know what to do whenever you speak a different language like does he say anything or do you need a hug or a pat

so he just awkwardly stands there in hopes you'd explain whst just happened

It was one of those days where you were bombarded with hell works from uni. Having already pulled 3 all-nighters this week and still a massive pile of essays needed to be done and god let's not get started on your thesis paper. The only thing that had you fueled right now was the two bobas you had earlier and now an iced latte.

So much for the last month of your senior year

With squinted eyes you could see the clock read 11:09

Not knowing shinichiro had been behind you, who had been sitting by your shared kitchens table, watching for what felt like 10 minutes still somewhat drowsy having just woken up because he noticed you weren't in bed with him yet.

Uni really did take most of your time and he always did applaud you for being quite the model student but at the price of your health he wasn't just going to stand back while you overworked yourself to death

"I wonder if tonight's gonna be another all-nighter" you say aloud before opening up your laptop to start on those hellish essays.

'How many needed to be done again' you think as you count the ones that were nearly due on your laptop's sticky notes

(A/n: do people still use sticky notes as a reminders tab for hw or is it just me huhuhu)

one...

two...

three...

An unamused chuckle left your lips then had your tongue kiss against your front teeth, "damn this is really gonna be the death of me" you mutter as you checking over the requirements needed for the first paper you chose to start on

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Literary Critique on a Historical Account

Font: Arial

Font size: 11

Wordcount: 2000 words minimum

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Running a hand through your hair," Foda-se essa merda" (fuck this shit) you say before you started drafting out what you want to put on your essay

Shinichiro who still stood behind you, who usually had no clue what you were saying whenever you spoke brazilian but this sure as hell gave "screw this" vibes

Letting out a chuckle he brings both his hands to your tense shoulders and kneads at them before kissing the top of your head, "it's cute when your mad and speak in your native language" he feels you squirm and whine in response to that sending him a small glare before looking back at your screen

"We'll do just that one essay tonight and let's get you to bed, the others aren't due for a couple more days anyway" he adds as he grabs a chair to sit next to you

bonus:

"So what'd ya say earlier?" shinichiro yawns sleepily his head down and cheeks squished by the kitchen table

"Fuck this shit"

"Figured," he laughs, "Damn my portugese really do be on point these days"

mikey

for mikey you're pretty sure you told him but he ends up forgetting so the first time he heard you swear in a dif language (which he doesnt know is a swear ) he was shookt

like eyes wide looking like a shocked pikachu

at first he starts to think he just didn't hear you properly or he wasn't paying attention or that you just mispronounced a word but then it happens again and again

thinks its sum sercret code you aren't telling him and he gets pouty over that

you tell him its cause you have a habit of code switching into languages when ur in a mood

feels betrayed you never told him but you remind him that yes you did tell him and he mustve forgot

asks you to teach him basic greetings and sum swearing

thinks some words are cute and fun to say so he uses them a lot and brags he knows how to speak in brazilian portugese

he goes "oh this?" "it's portugese, ya my s/o taught me" "cool right?"

Today was a saturday and you and mikey normally spend them alternating from each of your houses to chill and hangout but what turned into you two just hanging out chilling turned into a family reunion he wasn't expecting.

It started with a phone call from your mother, who had went on a trip abroad to visit your auntie and her other siblings since she and her family had grew up in Brazil and mikey only just found out about that fact a few moments he had learned you could speak the said language.

"Mama!" you beamed just as you picked up the call, mikey by the back goes oh and shouts, "Auntie (M/n)! Tell her I said hi!"

"Mikey says hi," you tell your mom who you put on speaker and says hello back. A ruckus could be heard on the background and a voice asking "quem e mikey?" (who's mikey) only for your mother to respond "o namorado da minha filha" (my daughter's boyfriend) to which sounds of gasps and excitement and some hushed whispers could be heard from the other line

You laugh, "was that Auntie?" the response only met with the person in question

"(Y/n) hello〜" you hear the voice of your aunt chime to which you do the same before loudly greeting, "Tia!" (Auntie)

Exchanges were made and Mikey hears you hum in response before saying, "Tudo bem," (everything's great) before glancing back at him with a smile to which he smiles back patiently waiting on you like a puppy and then you add, "E voce" (what about you?)

From there the conversation had stretched on from there and Mikey could feel himself disassociating with every foreign word as he looks around confused, he pouted cause all he wanted was a saturday to spend time with his s/o but then again he thinks when the last tike you had even talk to your aunt was that mustve been long too so he forces himself to patiently wait since he knew family really is priority

and seeing you so happy, carefree and speaking so naturally despite it a language that was foreign to him had him smiling, he cant deny the way that your happiness brings him happiness too

Soon you had sat on the bed back with mikey who had laid his head on your lap rubbing his head on your belly

"Tchau tia" you say while running a hand through your boyfriend's hair

"Tchau my lovely niece ," she replies back but not a second later

"Mikey kun tchau tchau, sorry you had to wait long" she adds making you laugh and mikey to perk up from his place on your lap

"s-sem problemas" (no problem) he says looking at you if he's said it right to which you happily nodded

your aunt was amazed and complimented his skills and for being so smart which boosted his ego quite the bit (you swear your aunt exaggerates too much)

As soon as the call ended mikey snuggled back into you "can we hangout now?" mikey asks with a pout, "felt left out a while back now take responsibility" you laughed at that and mikey sat up to your confusion.

"So tchau tchau means bye right?" mikey asks with a serious face to which you respond with a hum

"thought it ws adeus hmmmmmm i like tchau tchau better," he says before going back to his position on your lap

bonus:

After mikey met up with draken for a little lunch discussion and both had to leave mikey saw his opportunity.

"ken-chin tchau tchau!" he waved before driving off

draken who stood with a confused face muttered the words, "tchau tchau? the hell is that?"

chifuyu

thinks its really cool you could speak brazilian portugese or like a different language in general

loves it but once again this boy is in the clueless squad with shinichiro whenever he does hear you speak it

boy really be lost sometimes

and no he's not talking bout those one-liner phrases but those full on rants you have in the language

the boy would have to rely on your facial expressions and actions to see if what you were going on about is a good or bad thing though sumtimes he can't really tell anymore

first time he heard you speak said language he was wundering if he had heard you right or if you even were talking to him

you were muttering on about something and he hadn't quite the clue so he was just intently watching you while you murmur to yourself

to be honest he'd be more curious and intrigued than shocked when he finally pieced that you infact were speaking in a different language

one of your bonding moments include word of the day where he'd ask you what random objects you guys had in your language and stressing over pronounciation and intonations

You were pacing around your room with your phone in hand muttering in portugese, that was the state chifuyu found you in when he unexpectedly came over to hangout which had been approximately 15 minutes ago.

To anyone else, it might've been a weird sight but having known you and your quirky habits he had grown accustomed to it.

Though the first time he did see you pacing around the room muttering in a foreign language he thought you were performing some sort of ritual though he knew well enough now that it was a worrying habit you had. That whenever you were uncertain of something or if you stressed yourself over something too much then a switch would flip inside of you, your brazilian switch, because you thought more rationally whenever you were more in a comfortable state, a state which feels at home to you

So knowing you were worried about something but not knowing what that something was about sent chifuyu at unease. So the last 15 minutes he had spent waiting in confusion waiting for you to spill the beans whenever you were ready

"Se voce fizer isso," (if you do this) you started, "voce vai se foder..." (you might fuck it up/ get yourself in trouble)

After letting out a whine you lay back flat on your bed with on of your arms covering your eyes

"calmed down yet?" chifuyu asks and you shake your head no

"can you tell me why you're worried this time?" he pries a little

"i did a stupid" he hears you say

"A stupid?" he tries to see if you would start spilling, honestly a little curious what "stupid" you did to make you go so fussy about

"eu nem sei" (i dont even know)

"hey hey I won't be able to understand if you start code switching now"

"dont laugh" you pouted before looking him straight in the eye as you sat up

"why would i laugh"

"because!" the event seemed to have rushed back into your head as you whined and buried yourself in your pillows out of embarrassment.

"c'mon now (y/n)" chifuyu says as he tugs on you but you only hugged into your pillows tighter.

"I sent in the wrong assignment," you say and chifuyu stops his tugging and runs a hand through his hair and leans back on your bed

"it's not that ba- "I accidentally sent in my Iwaoi fanfic instead and I can't unsend because its locked in!" you exclaimed burying your head a muffled, "now my teacher is gonna know I ship them! and-and aaaaaaaaaa" your scream muffled by the pillow, "I can't anymore aaaaaaaaaaaa this Ruim pra caralho" (fucking bad)

Chifuyu couldn't take it anymore and a laugh escaped his lips as he pat down on his distraught s/o who only whined at him more and swore in her native tongue at how he was laughing at her.

I'm really sorry for having this kinda rushed but to all my bilingual and multilinggual babies out there a question for you! What triggers you into code switching or what triggers you to speak in your native language? Enjoyed? Leave a tip :)

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Empty Mugs and Unexpected Hugs (H.O) 🔥

Word count: 3.3K

Enemies to lovers

(HarrisonOsterfeildxReader)

Warnings: Smut (fingering, unprotected sex *Wrap it up*) cussing, that’s probably it..

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With Tom came Harrison, you knew that. What you didn't know was when you had agreed to a roommate situation with Tom, you were also agreeing to one with Haz. “Tom, you said ‘would you like to live with me.’ not ‘me and Haz’” you told him as you stared at the blonde boy who was carrying box after box. He opted to do this shirtless, despite the cold London breeze. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on his overly defined chest, and you hated the way you longed to reach out and touch him.

“I figured you just knew?” Tom said coyly rubbing the back of his neck as he saw the way you stared down his best friend. He wasn't blind, he knew the hatred you supposedly had towards Haz was something with much deeper roots, but anytime he tried to figure it out, you would deflect and change the subject.

“I'm not doing either of your dishes,” you said loudly enough to catch Harrison's attention.

“Wouldn't expect you to, princess,” he winked at you. With a loud groan, and a dramatic flip of your hair, you proceed to your empty room to unpack your things.

Living with Tom and Harrison was way more entertaining than you had ever thought possible. Most nights were spent at the dining room table with one to many empty beer bottles laid out in front of you, while you laughed and joked about things that were probably not funny. Of course there were also the quiet days when Tom was away filming with Haz in tow, and on those days you would usually have the company of one or both of the twins.

“You should just admit you love him,” Sam said suddenly while you were taking a sip of your beer, causing you to spit your drink all over the table.

“Sammy!” You cried out the sting of beer in your nostrils. “I do not,”

“Y/N, It's written all over your face,” Harry argued. They were supposed to be on your side, you had been friends with the twins for years, the only reason you even knew Tom, was because of Sam and Harry..

“I do not love Harrison,” You told them, but even you were unconvinced by your own words.

It was late when you heard the front door to the flat open. The twins had left a few hours prior, Tom was in the states, and Harrison was with him, so who was coming into the apartment?

You were in just a shirt, an old one of Harrison's you had taken a while back, and a pair of cheeky underwear. Tip toeing to your bedroom door and grabbing a golf club from your bag, you proceeded to sneak down the hallway to the large living area where the front door was. Your heart was pounding with the thought of having to defend the place against an intruder, in just your underwear nonetheless. You saw a shadow, next to the couch, and raised the club ready to attack. As soon as you went for it, the lamp flicked on and Harrison saw you charging towards him with a golf club. Luckily he had fast reflexes, catching the club in one hand and your quickly moving body in the other. “Christ Y/N. What are you doing?” he asked, holding your body close to his. You felt your muscles relax into him, thankful he was in fact not an intruder, and you wouldn't have to explain why there was an intruder beaten and bloody by your hand to the authorities.

“I thought you were a robber,” You admitted coyly, stepping back a bit to look at him. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into yours, a small smile on his lips as his eyes trailed down your overly exposed body.

“So you would charge at an intruder with a bright pink putter, in just your underwear?” he asked you. “Also is that my shirt?” you could feel your cheeks heat up. You pushed away from his body with a scoff and turned to go back to your room, already done with him, but his hand caught your wrist, pulling your body back into his arms. His grip was tight as he held your body close to his. Something was off. Something was wrong. This was abnormal, Haz without Tom, and showing you any sort of affection.

“Hazzy, why are you home?” You asked, finally wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting the unexpected hug that you usually would not share with Him.

“Family stuff, I've been back for a few days. Just been with my mom,” He said, still holding you. You instinctively hug him tighter, getting the feeling that something bad had happened.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. To which he just hummed into your head, still holding you.

“Better now,” He whispers. You're so confused, and exposed. You hear the twins' voices in the back of your head. ‘Just admit it, you love him.’ Was that what you had been feeling for months on end? Is that the feeling you were feeling now, making your stomach turn? “I missed you,” He whispers and you swear you could feel him press a kiss against the top of your head. It's too much, so suddenly.

“I need to..” you push your body away, scrambling to find any words to get you away, your mind is clouded by thoughts and feelings. “Pants,” You finally let out, leaving Harrison in the living room, stunned at how flustered you had become in the matter of a millisecond.

As soon as you're back in your room, you let out a groan, you're so confused. He missed you? You? y/n? Why would he miss you? All the two of you did was bicker, bicker and flirt. Flirt. Because you did in fact have feelings for Harrison. Feelings that were not not supposed to be had towards him..

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you haven't even put on pants yet when his voice calls to you through the closed door.

“Sure,” You call out to him, desperately searching your floor for the discarded sweats you had had on a few hours before. Nowhere, great. He cleared his throat from behind you, while you were bent over, ass on full display. Fully aware now, of how exposed you are you decide to just crawl under your blanket on your bed.

“Did I do something?” He asked, concern plastered all over his face.

“What? No, why would you think-”

“You just ran from me, like literally ran, after trying to attack me with a golf club,” He points out, making you cringe.

“I- Uh, yeah. I'm sorry about nearly attacking you,” You mumble, a little more embarrassed than you'd like to admit.

“So why'd you run away?” he pondered, watching you closely as you struggled to find your words. Unbeknownst to you Harrison was also having an internal crisis. You were Y/N. Someone Tom considered a little sister, Harry and Sam's best friend, but he couldn't help the way that you made him smile every time you couldn't open a jar, and would defeatedly ask him for help after way too long of attempting it yourself. Or the way you would curse at the line of dirt that you could never seem to sweep into the dustpan. The way you would always make a cup of tea before finishing the last, leaving so many mugs with a single drink all over the place, something that would drive any other person crazy, but he just found it endearing, and was sure if it ever stopped, he would miss it.

“You said you missed me,” You finally managed to say, making a smile spread over Harrison's lips. He took a chance, stepping into your room, towards where you were sitting on the bed, and when you didn't object, he crossed the empty space sitting right next to you.

“I did miss you,” He said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently.

“We fight, and argue,” You started, obviously ready to explain all the reasons he shouldn't have missed you.

“And we flirt, and share memories, and glances. You drive me nuts y/n. But the second I step out that door, I miss it all. The obnoxious quirks, the way you can't pronounce some things correctly, no matter how often I correct you. I miss hearing you call out goodnight to me in the nighttime, and how you always wish me to have sweet dreams. I don't know when, or why it happened, but yeah. When I'm gone I miss you,” you feel a tear escape your eye at his confession, not sure exactly what to say or think for that matter. His finger caresses your cheek wiping the tear from your face.

“Haz?” You whisper.

“Yes?” He asks, full attention turned to you.

“I miss you when you're gone too,” You finally admit, a weight lifting from your chest. He's thankful to know his feelings aren't completely one sided. Your admission of missing him is at least enough to confirm that you don't actually hate him. “Can I be honest?” You ask, catching even yourself off guard.

“Please,” He says, waiting for you to say whatever you had to say.

“I- '' You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for rejection and embarrassment, but if you wait much longer, you'll never say what you have to. “I get so irritated with you, because everything you do just draws me in. I can't not stare, or listen. It drives me nuts, to be so flustered by everything that you do, and it's the simple things Haz, the way you insist on sitting on the left side of the couch, or how you always make sure I've eaten after a long day. The way you constantly clean up my mugs that I leave everywhere, and you have never once said a thing about them, even if you have had every right to,” you don't even want to look at him, afraid he will be appalled, but you have to say it. “I’m pretty sure I've managed to fall in love with you, while trying desperately to hate you,” you whisper.

That's enough of a confirmation for Harrison, that you're on the same page. With his hand gently on your face, pulling your chin up towards him, he leans in, pressing his lips ever so gently against yours. And the electricity that you both feel from the slightest touch? Fucking magic.

“I tried so hard not to love you,” He whispers. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes gazing directly into yours, and it's like you're looking at the sky on a clear summer day. “And dear God did I fail,” he whispers, making you melt. He leans back down, this time kissing you with something so much more. It's meaningful, it's beautiful, it's everything you have wanted without realizing it. Your hands are against his chest, feeling each thud of his heart, while his are cupping your face. He kisses you like his life depends on it, and in that moment it surely feels like it does. He deepens the kiss, his tongue making its appearance in your mouth. It's everything and more. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to extend this moment forever, and his slip down to your waist, pulling you closer. He pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispers, as he caresses your cheek. Eyes searching your face, making sure he's not crossing a line. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes and letting a soft humm leave your lips. With no objection from you, he reconnects your lips for a third time tonight. This time it's hot, so so hot. You can feel the ache forming in your stomach as his lips move from yours to your neck. You need him, you have to have him, just a little taste and you realize you have been starving. With a swift motion you're straddling him now, leaning down into him instead of leaning up, giving him so much more access to your neck and jaw, and then he remembers an unanswered question from before.

“This is my shirt,” He says, this time it's not a question, just a statement.

“Yeah,” You giggle. His eyebrows raise a bit as he remembers all the shirts that have seemingly disappeared over the last few months.

“Do you have others?” He asks. You feel like you have been caught red handed, nowhere to go or hide.

“I- Yes,” You admit. “I like to sleep in them,”

“In just your underwear?” He asks, to which you shyly nod. He throws his head back and lets out a dramatic sigh. He's done for, “That is so fucking hot,” he mutters before leaning back in taking your bottom lip between his and sucking it slightly. He feels his pants tighten as your hips grind into him instinctively, and you're so wet and warm he can practically feel it through his jeans.

“Hazzy,” you moan as he pushes you down onto him, providing a friction you desperately need, even though it's not what you want.

“What is it?” He asks you, as he does it a second time. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, and you don't know if you can even express what it is you want.

“Can you..” You trail off.

“Can i?” he asks, needing to hear you say it out loud.

“Touch me?” The words are like music to his ears, flipping you onto your back as he slips his hand between your bodies, running his fingers along the damp fabric of your ruined panties. The fact that you're this wet from just kissing is driving him crazy. He slips his hand into your panties, finally sliding his long digits along your slit. One thing about Harrison that drove you absolutely crazy was his hands, because dear god were they perfect, his long fingers and veiny tops, you'd be lying if you said you had never gotten off imagining his fingers in the place of yours, and now, actually having the real thing, you felt like you were flying.

As he slid his finger inside you, you let out a gasp, his being so much bigger than your own, and it being way too long since you had been with anyone.

“Say the word and I'll stop,” He says, as he looks at your face twisted in pleasure, but he can't tell that it's not pain, he's never seen you like this before. This is a whole new territory.

“Please.. Please don't,” You nearly beg as your hips buck against his hand. The smirk that replaces the concern on his face is unbelievably hot, his pupils are blown with lust and you're sure yours are as well. He thrusts his one finger in and out grazing against your spot each and every time, his palm rubbing your clit as he does so. You're going to lose it, this is so much better than you could have ever imagined. He pulls his finger out, causing a whine from you, which quickly turns to a gasp as he replaces it with two. If you're falling apart to his fingers you're not sure how you'll be able to handle his cock.

“Hazzy,” You moan out, right on the brink of losing it.

“Come on my fingers princess,” He coos, and that is precisely what you do, your whole body shakes in pleasure, and your toes curl, and he keeps going, as your walls squeeze tightly around his fingers.

Once your legs finally stop shaking he pulls his hand away, and although that was probably the most powerful orgasm you had ever had, it is not nearly enough. “Haz.” You say quietly as he peppers kisses on your neck.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Need more, need you,” you say, and his head peaks up, a smile on his face, a bit in excitement, a bit in surprise.

“You sure?” he asks, to which you respond by kissing him, you nibble at his bottom lip, and he lets out a moan. You reach down unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down, and he assists you in pulling them down. You can clearly see his length through his boxers, his cock, rock hard and leaking on to his boxers, it's flattering. You let your fingers trail his length and you can feel his eyes on your hand, and you're not sure if he's worried, nervous, or excited. You slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, and you can see the violent red hue of the tip, he's begging to be touched and he hasn't even said a thing. You wrap your hand around him and he lets out a gasp at the sudden contact, you stroke your hand up and down a few times before, he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs over you. He slides his fingers in the hem of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs, before dropping them to the floor, and then takes his time lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his chest, you follow suit, and throw the shirt you had on to the ground. You're both completely naked now, no turning back, you've made it this far already.

"Y/n, baby we don't have to," he whispers against your ear.

"Hazzy, stop worrying and fuck me please," you nearly beg as you pull his lips to yours in a desperately hungry kiss.

"Christ," he mutters as he lines himself at your entrance, pushing into you at a slow, agonizing speed. Of course he's only doing this to make sure you're ok, his fingers seemed like so much to your tight pussy he's worried he's going to hurt you. But the way you moan out his name gives him full confidence that you in fact are fine. Once he's fully sure you're fine to take him, he speeds up his thrusts, finding a place that is perfect for the both of you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into you. You're not sure you're going to last long.

"Not gonna last," you moan into his lips.

"S'okay, me either," he says back. He slips his hand down, rubbing your clit strategically. You let out another loud moan before his name leaves your lips, repeatedly as you convulse around his cock, and it's only one more thrust before he completely empties himself into you.

It's a few quiet moments of your bodies laying flush against each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex. "I'm gonna clean you up," he whispers in your ear before pushing himself up and off of you. He disappears from the room for what feels like an eternity, but is back within a minute with a warm rag and a glass of water, and he then cleans you up, being gentle with how sensitive you now are.

Your eyes get heavy after everything is said and done, and you're worried he's going to disappear from your room, but he lays next to you instead. Pulling you into his arms.

"Hazzy?" You whisper after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything ok with your family?" You ask, getting worried this may have been a lapse in judgement on his part because of heightened emotions.

"Yes. Char decided to give us a scare and disappear for a weekend, so I came back to try and keep my mom from murdering her," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Oh," you giggled.

"Y/n?" He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I meant it. I missed you," he says, pressing a kiss atop of your head. You smile before falling asleep in his arms. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it would be forever. All you knew was it felt right.

[brownflower23]

Not My Father

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

*Mature Content Warning*

Summary: Reader gets arrested at a bar. Her boss comes to save her, but after months of frustration she doesn't get the response she expects. However, she receives much more than she can handle. 

"That pervert is lucky all I did was break his nose" You roll your eyes at officer idiot questioning you. Treating you as some sort of criminal, when in actuality you put the worst of criminals away. "Well we called your supervisor; you can take it up with him" The officer snickered, a lump instantly formed in your throat.

"You called who?" You yell at the dumbstruck officer in front of you, clearly not expecting your panicked response. Just after the words left your mouth, your boss crossed the barrier into the holding room. Your stomach instantly flipped, as if you had been caught by a parent as a child. Your eyes meeting his; he stared with the same scolding glare you were expecting. The same look you'd seen many times; it always gave you chills. However, you had never been the one sitting on this side of the table feeling its full force. He folded his arms tightly over his broad chest, eyes lingering at the cuffs connected to your wrist.

At that moment, you couldn't find words to defend what he was seeing, you could only imagine his thoughts. Your barely appropriate dress, your makeup, unlike anything he had seen at work. He finally peeled his eyes off of you, somehow that making you feel even worse.

"Please remove the cuffs, I can handle it from here. Thank you again for the call." Hotch finally spoke, but only to the officer, nodding to him. He returned the nod and quickly walked over removing your restraints.

"Thanks." You gripped at the idiot who arrested you, rolling your eyes at him again. Hotch shot you a warning glare, causing you to sigh while massaging your wrists. This night was utter bullshit. The officer finally left the room, you stood expecting to follow.

"Where do you think you're going?" His stern voice forcing your body to freeze, sending chills down your entire spine. "Um, I thought I was allowed to leave." You replied without looking directly at him, you didn't think you could handle it right now. "You have nothing to say for yourself?" Hotch scoffed.

"I'm sorry?" You questioned, failing to sound sincere. He doesn't respond this time, after an uncomfortable moment of silence you finally looked to meet his stare. He let out a frustrated sigh "Let's go. Before I change my mind." He cautions before leading us through the police station, again thanking the captain and same officer.

"Where is my car?" You ask once outside after you were returned your phone and I.D. "I'm guessing still at the bar you were picked up at, or by now at a towing company. You can deal with that in the morning, get in." He answers not stopping his strides toward the black SUV. You hurry to enter, afraid he might leave you here, the cool night air sending additional chills over your body, still buzzing from earlier.

The ride has an eerie silence, you had never made Hotch this mad at you, the feeling honestly made you want to hurl. You notice you aren't familiar with the street signs you were passing. "Can I ask where we are going?" You break the silence. "My place." He answers blankly, not removing his attention from the road. "Why?" You dare to question. "Because it is late, and you were picked up from a bar." He shot back gripping the steering wheel tighter, not seeming to give you another option.

After ten more agonizing minutes, he finally pulls into a parking garage. You quickly jump out of the car, following Hotch through a few hallways. You felt a wave of awkwardness once he finally stopped at the door. He quickly unlocked it and opened the door for you. You look at the open door, feeling like it was a threshold you shouldn't enter.

"Look I'm fine, I can call a cab to take me to my car." You insist, still not crossing the threshold. "No. You shouldn't be driving, you can stay here." He replied like it was an order. "We aren't at work." You spat not believing him. "Lower your voice, your yelling will wake others." He corrected you again, you noticing the clenching of his jaw. You groaned pushing past him into the apartment.

"Look I appreciate this but.." you start to continue your previous argument but his deep voice cuts you off. "You're correct agent, we are not at work. Meaning, that I did not have to leave my home in the middle of the night, coming to save you from being thrown in jail. You're lucky Jack is away or you would've been there until Monday." He chastised you again, but this time he was right. Although; still being a dick to you of all people.

"I didn't ask you to, I didn't even tell them I was an agent so don't try to make me feel guilty." You plead your case as he began to walk away. "I'm not trying to make you feel anything, maybe if you had more control of your actions you wouldn't be in this situation." He argues turning back in your direction. You finally noticed his different appearance, no jacket or tie, but jeans with an athletic shirt, his hair not styled but falling casually onto his face.

"I don't even want to be in this situation, I'll just go to my car." You huff turning back walking to the door. You just reached the handle, when a large hand came in your line of sight, pushing against the door.

"I'm not letting you leave like this. I don't know your mental state." You hear spoken close behind you. You spin on your heels, slightly taken back by how close your boss was to you. "I promise I'm fine. I wasn't drunk, and it's been hours." You roll your eyes again. "Obviously not, I have never seen you act like this." His voice was desperately trying to hide his frustration with you for the evening, you could see his chest rising against the fitted shirt.

"What? Not perfectly following your orders? Not everyone is perfect like you Hotch." You were yelling at this point, and you didn't care. You had never seen a person with more patience and composure than Hotch, but you finally broke him. "You allegedly assaulted someone at a bar drunk, get arrested, risk your career, the reputation of the BAU, and my credibility as Supervisor. You honestly think you should go back out right now?" He yelled back shocking you, feeling his minty breath fan across your face.

"You don't even know my side of the story!" You gasp at his assumptions. "How am I supposed to when you wouldn't tell me?" He hisses, still holding his same position, you had never seen such fire in his eyes.

"You are not my fucking father Hotch" You yell again, refusing to let him overpower you.

Your back hit the door with a thud, causing you to groan into his mouth. His hands gripping onto your hips roughly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. One of your hands latching his shoulder to steady yourself, while your other tugged at his soft hair.

"Then stop being a damn brat" He all out growls directly in your face, not missing a beat. Your not sure who moves first, you honestly think it was instantaneous, but before you blinked your mouths clash desperately, hands frantically grasping onto wherever you could reach first.

You purposely tugged harder, retrieving a groan from him, hearing it igniting a hunger in you. His lips slightly parted, so you took advantage sliding your tongue over his, still determined not to be overpowered.

Your control is short-lived, as he shifts his leg up, making you gasp at the contact, your head craning against the cold door. Even on your tiptoes, you couldn't relieve the pressure, perching you upon his thick thigh, causing your dress to bunch leaving only your damp underwear as a barrier.

"Did you think after your little game, I'd let you control me, sweetheart?" He huffs against your ear, in an even deeper tone than he usually held. You had never been affected by a pet name, but just coming from him made your walls clench, further agonizing you. You finally open your eyes, batting up at his dark eyes innocently. "I don't know what you mean" you smirk. You felt a low chuckle in his chest, and then you were swiftly moved, flipping you to face the door.

"I'm having a hard time believing that y/n. You've spent months purposely teasing and frustrating me. This..." he pauses his sentence, using his foot to spread your ankles, gripping your wrist together. "Is exactly what you wanted correct?" He completes the question as a whisper against your ear, making you shutter against him. You weren't giving in that easy.

"I honestly didn't think you had it in you...old man." You further push him, knowing your slight age difference being one of the things you regularly tease him about. He groans lowly at your words, pushing you harder against the door. "I still remember exactly how to handle a brat like you"

He punctuates the end of his sentence by effortlessly ripping your thin underwear from under your skirt, throwing the torn fabric to the floor. You shook at the cool air hitting your core, finally noticing how wet you were. His fingers brush over your center, gently spreading your arousal. You bite your lip to keep in the moans your body desperately want to release.

"Then why are you so wet for me sweetheart, hum?" Hotch hums in your ear, pushing his thick finger slowly into your pussy. You don't bother trying to hold in your moans this time, overwhelmed by the feeling of your muscles clenching around this finger, attempting to take it as deep as possible.

As if a single finger wasn't enough, he added a second stretching you delightfully. You scratch against his hand, as if some sort of plea, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop as you could feel the pleasure building in your stomach. "Something wrong?" He coos arrogantly, watching your face morphing, as your pants of pleasure increase.

"Nothing" You manage to smart back without it sounding completely of a moan. By this point, you drenched his fingers, coating them entirely, letting him fuck his fingers into you as fast as he pleased. You hear a faint growl come deep from Hotch's chest, almost sounding frustrated. "Don't you lie to me; If you are not honest you don't get what you want sweetheart" "And what do I want?" You laugh through a heavy breath.

He shifts an unoccupied finger up to graze your clit every time his fingers plunge into you, making you gasp against the cold door. He leans down to your neck, tickling your skin with his beard. "To be fucked like you wish those boys you entertain would fuck you." Hearing your boss talk like that sends you spiraling, throwing your head back onto his chest to support you as your legs began to feel weak. Just as you clench around his fingers he retracts them, leaving you dripping down your thigh, craving satisfaction.

"What the fuck?" You yell spinning quickly to face him, he catches you by the neck placing you against the door again. Your breath caught, you felt like you didn't have a voice with his large hand around your throat. The way he was staring at you, like his prey. It made your knees weak.

He lifts his other hand between your bodies, you could see his middle fingers glistening. He keeps his eyes nailed to yours, you still trying to calm your pathetic pants. Your mouth gapes as you watch him take the fingers in his mouth, he groans out twirling his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment savoring your taste. You were fucked.

He removes his fingers slowly, still watching you staring at him with big doe eyes. Then wiping the edge of his mouth with his hand. "Watch it, sweetheart. I'm not sure if you haven't caught on... but I always give the orders. You will not cum until I allow." You whimper loudly at his declaration, you had never had a man command you like this, but you couldn't deny the effect it was having on your body.

"I'll do what you say." You whisper, barely audible, looking away from his eyes. Loosening his hand on your neck, using it to make you look back up to him. A faint smirk now played at the corner of his lips. "What was that?" He lightly chuckles. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

"I said I'll do what you say. Happy?" You return the smirk. "Hmm, honestly I thought you'd be harder to break. I think you're just trying to get what you want." He informs you, moving his face closer to yours. You shrug your shoulders innocently. "Is it working?" You breathe against his lips before gripping onto his shirt pulling him flush against you.

His mouth explores yours again; it's without a doubt the best kiss of your life. He was so skilled in his movements, and how he taunted you with his hands without actually pleasuring you. Maybe you had been dealing with boys before.

Hotch gripping into your hips, lifting you slightly before walking your bodies away from the door. You hardly notice he was moving you until your legs hit the back of a couch. He instantly spun you around making you a bit dizzy, folding you at the waist over the couch.

You couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face hearing the chime of his belt buckle, you were getting exactly what you wanted. "I wouldn't gloat so quickly y/n" Hotch warns. You try to look back to observe but cannot move from him keeping a hand on your neck, pushing your chest into the oversized cushion.

"And I shouldn't because?" You entertain his warning. "Because this" is the only answer he provides, and you then feel the pressure. That of him forcing his cock in you with a single plunge, burying himself to your brim, ripping through any defiance left in you.

"Aaron!" You scream out his first name, gasping for the air he just knocked from your stomach. He was massive, stretching you uncomfortably, you didn't have to see it to know you had never taken a cock this big. You were also sinfully a sucker for pain.

"Fuck" he groans above you, surly your tightness was affecting him also. You knew that he rammed into you purposely, not wanting you to be able to conform to his size before punishing you.

He made the single motion again, burying himself again and stopping, making you cry out again. "What's wrong sweetheart? A brat like you can take it right?" His breathing is labored now, one hand still tightly holding you down, the other now roughly gripping your hip. He repeats the same hard single thrust, you can feel tears building at your lashes. The way he filled you was overwhelming.

"Please" you beg, squirming under him. You weren't sure what you were begging for at this point, you just needed him. Every time he stills you could feel his cock pulsing deep in you, not delivering enough pleasure to relieve you, but only to further drive you mad.

"Oh, now you want to do what you're told huh? Now you beg like a pathetic whore." He responds with another snap of his hips. You couldn't take much more, you felt as if you could combust at any second. "Aaron I can't..please" you cry, feeling the tears stream over your face, he had finally broken you.

"Go ahead baby, call me what you really want. Go ahead." He groans, pulling your head back by a fist full of your hair. He didn't have to say it, you knew exactly what he meant, and he knew you wanted it. So you let everything out, all the months of frustration boiling over.

"Daddy, please...I'm yours...please" You wish you could've recorded the sound that escaped Aaron at that moment, a loud groan mixed with a needy whine. Matched by feeling his cock twitch inside you, struggling to stay composed hearing that name.

He throws his hips into you again, but this time it follows with another quick thrust, over and over, filling the room with a slapping noise and your moans. He keeps your hair pulled back, making your body hold the arch for him to angle deeper, brushing your g spot with each hard thrust.

"Yes yes yes, don't stop" You scream, him finally giving you what you needed. "Can you take it, baby? You're so damn tight" He grunts, you weren't going to last with him calling you baby. "Yes, daddy, harder please" you plea, wanting him to ruin you. He grants your wish, fucking you harder, you gasping feeling it all the way in your stomach. You would certainly be bruised tomorrow, but the pain would be worth it.

"Fuck daddy. So good... so fucking deep." You cry, feeling your body begin to tingle, your legs shaking against him. He groans feeling you tightening "Cum for daddy sweetheart." He encourages through his heavy breaths, and that's all it takes to make your body snap. He slows his motions slightly letting you ride out your orgasm, your walls still fluttering around his thick cock.

He releases your head, you not having the energy to stay upright you letting it hang down against the couch. "Shit that's was amazing" You whisper, causing him to chuckle and slowly begin to move into you again. Your eyes flash open realizing he still hadn't finished.

"Aaron I can't" you whine, your body couldn't possibly take more of this. "Oh I'm not finished, and neither are you" He growls in your ear, you couldn't help but moan out at his tone. "I can't take anymore" You whine again, only fueling him. He releases the hand that was holding you, now gripping onto both of your hips harshly, definitely leaving a mark. There was no reason to restrain you anymore, he knew you were his.

Hotch returns to the same pace he held previously, causing your eyes to roll back as you yelp, grasping onto the couch for dear life it felt. "Don't forget your place sweetheart. You're done when I say brat..." he pauses his sentence, repositioning one of his hands to your front. "And I think you can give me one more." He states as he set fire to your body rubbing fiercely over your clit, steadily pushing himself deep, determined to make you unravel again.

"Daddy" You scream, feeling your body giving in to him, his thrust becoming frantic, his moans become beastly with each thrust. "Give it to me y/n. Ahh... fuck. I know you want to baby." Is his final pleasuring cry to take you with him, as he made a final slap against your body to sheathe himself fully.

"Oh, Aaron" Is all you can cry as the air hitches in your throat. All at once, your body erupts again, feeling him filling you with his seed. Grasping onto him to anchor yourself to reality, uncertain this level if euphoria is real, or if you'll ever get to relive it again.

Drained of any energy, your body collapses into his, feeling his arms catch you and lifting you sweetly into his embrace. Although; unable to open your eyes, you feel him carefully carrying you, and then the soft cushion of a bed. You weren't sure how long he was gone, but your body slightly jumps at the feeling of a wet cloth between your thighs.

"Wha..what are you doing?" You mutter against a pillow and hear him softly laugh at you. "I've got you, sweetheart, just rest" He replies in a very tender voice. He softly wipes your leg, erasing the proof of your shared pleasure. Even half-conscious you had never felt so adored. Following; you feel him slide the heels off your feet, and then tug at the end of your dress to remove it. Your dress is finally off, and you feel it would be silly to care about after the deed you two just committed.

You are only naked for a couple of seconds before he wiggles a soft t-shirt over your body, oversized enough to be a nightgown. It smells strongly of him, which comforted you, but not as much as him pulling you into his bare chest, kissing your forehead just as you slip into an exhausted sleep.

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[bi-bard]

we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it - Din Djarin Imagine (The Mandalorian)

Title: we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it

Pairing: Din Djarin X Reader

Song Drawn: cowboy like me

Word Count: 985

Warning(s): mentions of killing/violence

Summary: Din and (Y/n) have been playing the same game for a long time. When a bounty is placed on (Y/n)'s head, their game changes dramatically.

Author's Note: I didn't realize that I was having trouble remembering this show until right now.

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It was a constant race whenever I found myself face-to-face with the bounty hunter that I called Mando.

We would always seem to find the same jobs at the same time.

Most buyers were happy to support the competition. Whoever got the job done first, got the pay. It was entertaining.

It started off as purely competitive. Over time, it almost became a game. We started showing off to each other.

I had started some light flirting. Mando would get nervous, which was always a sight to see. It was fun to see someone so badass become so nervous.

It felt like I actually had a friend. It was nice.

One day, things changed.

I had been doing a job like normal. I had just finished up but before I could collect my pay, someone shot at me.

After some very lucky dodging, I had found myself back at my ship. I logged into the system that I used to track jobs.

My heart stopped.

Someone had put a bounty on me.

"What the hell," I muttered.

I knew that it was bad.

I didn't know what to do besides try to continue working.

I spent far too long juggling hunting with hiding and trying to survive.

I took a big risk after one mission by walking into a cantina. I just needed to breathe and eat.

When I caught sight of a familiar silver helmet, I allowed myself to let out a sigh of relief.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," I tried to play it casual as I sat down across from Mando.

"(Y/n)," he asked. I nodded. "It's nice to see you. It's been a while."

"I know," I replied. I looked over at the silver egg-like thing floating next to him. I nodded at it. "Please tell me it hasn't been that long."

"Oh, no," he shook his head. "I'm on a job. Taking something back to where it should be."

"And here I thought you'd settled down," I teased. "I'd be disappointed."

Mando looked down and chuckled, "How've you been, (Y/n)?"

My face dropped. It must have been obvious to him.

"What's wrong," he asked. "What happened?"

I leaned forward and dropped the volume of my voice, "Someone put a bounty on my head."

"Why?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "No one's giving me an answer."

"You should come with me," he said. "I don't want you on your own anymore."

"I'm just more stress for you and... whatever's in the egg," I shook my head. "I don't want to be a burden."

"I've known you for as long as I've been doing this job," Mando replied. "I'm not going to leave you alone through this. You... You mean too much."

"Are you sure," I asked. He nodded. I grinned at him. "Thanks."

"Come on."

Mando dropped some money on the table and started walking out of the building. I followed him and the egg. I put my hand on my blaster out of instinct.

"So, the thing in the egg-"

"I call him 'The Child'," Mando interrupted.

"The Child," I corrected. "How did you end up babysitting him?"

"I don't truly know anymore," he replied. "It was good pay. No one told me the risks that came with the mission."

"Are you just passing time by adopting dangerous crewmates," I chuckled.

"It's a good hobby to have."

I was stunned that he had made a joke like that. He didn't usually have comebacks to my jokes.

"Home sweet home," I muttered as I spotted Mando's ship.

"It's nothing fancy but it does the job."

"I think it's gorgeous," I replied as I followed him in. "Mine is a pile of crap compared to this."

"Thanks," he nodded.

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A few hours later, Mando and I were relaxing in the first safe space I had found in weeks. I had just gotten The Child to sleep. It almost felt natural to fall into that rhythm.

"He finally fell asleep," I said as I sat in the other seat next to Mando.

"I think you interested him," Mando explained. "I haven't had that much trouble before."

"Then where's the top of this," I pointed to a piece of Mando's ship.

"He's still got it," Mando groaned. I chuckled at him.

I fell silent a few seconds later.

"Thank you... again," I mumbled. "It means a lot, Mando."

"Din," he replied.

"What?"

"My name. It's Din."

"Oh."

"I thought that you deserved to know after all these," he continued. "Especially if we're going to be working together now."

I nodded, "I like it. Din suits you."

He chuckled, "Thanks."

There were a few moments of silence.

"I'm gonna try to find a place to rest," I said. "Goodnight."

"Hey, will you wait for a second," he asked, standing up as I did. I nodded, looking at him. He hesitated.

"Din," I asked.

"We've known each other for a long time."

I nodded.

"We trust each other."

"I think so," I replied.

As Din moved his hands towards his helmet, I panicked.

"Wait," I grabbed his hands. "You don't have to do that. I promise."

"I want to," he replied. "I want you to see me as I am because I care about you and I trust you."

He tugged his hands out of mine and reached up to his helmet again. I watched nervously as he pulled his helmet off and looked at me properly for the first time.

"Hi," he said quietly.

I chuckled, "Hi."

There was a moment of silence.

I leaned over and pecked his cheek.

"You're very handsome," I smiled as I leaned back.

He looked down with a small grin on his face, "Thanks."

It was funny to see him so nervous.

Our cat-and-mouse game had drawn to a close. Now, a new path was opening up to us. And I was more excited than ever.

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The Soldier and His Witch (Pt.6/8)

Yours and Rick's relationship takes a huge turn once you both admit your feelings.

Warnings: NSFW stuff ahead. Cursing as always

Word Count: 4,562

"I gotta ask Switch, you know I gotta ask" you glanced up from where you were cutting Zoe's birthday cake to plate it. Rick had made a run to the store at the end of the block to pick up ice cream since Floyd had forgotten it until you asked the kids who wanted ice cream with their cake.

Floyd was leaning against the counter holding a stack of paper plates and watching you. "Ask what Deadshot?" You replied with a smirk at using that name since he'd used Switch. "What's with you and Flag man?" "What exactly do you mean by that?" You questioned snatching the plates from his hand. 

"Well first of all the two of you flew here together. I know, I know it's a day trip it's not that big of a deal but you live one floor up from him. Harls says the two of you spend most of your free time together. From what I hear he went off on Waller for clamping bracelets on you and if you wanna act like I'm dumb I know those are dogtag chains around your neck and correct me if I'm wrong but you nor anyone in your family ever served unless you went back down and dug up your granddaddy to get the tags from his casket" you stopped mid putting the slice Zoe wanted on a plate "What's your point on any of that?"

"I swear…" he started but was cut off by the sound of the apartment door opening and Rick's voice "Got the ice cream!" You winked at Floyd and motioned behind you "Be a dear and grab a spoon so I can get the ice cream on the plates and get them passed out" he huffed in annoyance at you side stepping the question about the time Rick walked in. He glanced between the two of you and raised an eyebrow. "You two good?" 

"Your girl's getting on my damn nerves Flag" Floyd muttered holding out an ice cream as you nearly choked on the lemonade you'd just taken a sip of.  "What did she do?" Rick asked with a laugh. Floyd looked back at you and shrugged "Acting like people with perfectly good eyesight can't see shit"

You turned with your back to both men but conjured just enough wind to knock the hat off Floyd's head. "I know you did that Y/N!" He accused and you turned around with an innocent smile "Wasn't me" "Just like you didn't throw rain into Flag's eyes the first mission we did?" "Y/N?" Rick questioned so you shoved plates into both of their hands "Start serving the girls. We don't need a bunch of preteens to riot over not getting their sugar"

You were sitting on the floor with Zoe and her friends while she went through her stack of presents. She'd loved the books you got her and Rick had even pulled through with a jacket you assured him she'd love and she did.

Rick, Floyd and a few of Floyd's family members were chatting. You cut your eyes up at them every now and then. Times like this your life felt almost normal or well the closest to normal anyone ever managed to get. You didn't want to think about the fact that you'd met Floyd in prison or that Rick only knew both of you from working with Waller or how between the three of you there was a trail of destruction left pretty long.

Zoe calling your name pulled you out of your thoughts. You smiled at her "Yeah?" "Can you show them what you can do?" She asked talking about her friends and you felt your stomach knot. You weren't sure if Floyd's family knew you were a meta human or not. You glanced up at him and he nodded with a smile. You felt yourself relax and immediately kicked yourself for ever doubting one of your few friends. "What were you thinking?" You asked and her eyes widened "A storm cloud?" 

"I don't think your dad would like the carpet getting wet but I have an idea" She nodded so you climbed to your feet adjusting your clothes as you walked over to the corner of the room giving some space between you and everyone else. 

Rick and Floyd both watched you knowing something was about to happen. You let a smile slip onto your face as the first rumble of thunder rolled through the room followed by a thick fog creeping in. You had to concentrate on the next part to keep it small enough but you conjured a few lightning bolts between your fingers letting them dance between your hands. 

Everyone was watching by then so you flicked the lightning away and conjured a wind to blow through the room blowing gently across everyone's faces. All the while letting them rumbling thunder build to a crescendo while the fog grew thicker. When everyone outside of Rick and Floyd who'd seen the full extent of your powers seemed entranced, you flicked a wrist killing the thunder and fog alike in one swoop. "That is so cool" Zoe murmured, pulling a broad smile onto your face. "Glad you think so" 

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"I love when you get to use your powers for the hell of it" Rick spoke from behind you as you cleaned up the kitchen. You'd run Floyd and his aunt out stating that since you only made it to Gotham on rare occasions you could help them out while they helped Zoe's friends get ready to be picked up.

You looked over your shoulder with a questioning smile "What do you mean?" He motioned to the sink of dishes "Need some help?" "Grab a towel. You can dry" the two of you fell into a silent rhythm for a few moments until he broke the silence "The first time I met you, you were like a cornered animal. When your eyes shifted you were damn near scary" you laughed at his words "When you first met me I felt like a cornered animal to be honest"

"Then that first mission...you saved our asses before we ever landed" you cut your eyes and him and he was staring at you with a slight smile working its way onto his face "Well in my defense if I had let the bird crash I could've been killed" he laughed and shook his head "You always do that" "Do what?" You honestly weren't sure what he meant.

He put the plate he'd just dried in the cabinet before turning to lean against the sink, closing the space between the two of you "Turn it into jokes when someone compliments you" "It's a defense mechanism" you bit back with a shrug. He shook his head again cupping your chin gently with his hand to tilt your head so he could look you in the eye "All I was trying to say is that when you get to use your powers for the hell of it you get this relaxed smile. They're such a big part of who you are. I enjoy getting to see you stretch that muscle without it being a life or death situation"

"Um thanks?" You replied, swallowing harder than necessary. "Y/N there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about" he spoke softly moving closer to you. Staring at his hazel eyes you had to remind yourself to breathe so speaking was a feat indeed "What?" You finally managed and right as he opened his mouth to speak Floyd called out your name causing the two of you to separate like teens who'd been caught. "I um I'm gonna go see what he wants since we gotta get going soon" you told Rick. 

He motioned to the dishes, "I'll finish up here but can we continue this conversation later?" You smiled nervously "Yeah. Of course" then retreated from the room.

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Floyd was standing by the open hall closet  when you slid around the corner from the kitchen. He looked behind you before asking "Did I interrupt something?" "Will you stop?" You warned with a laugh before asking "Why did you call me?" 

He leaned into the closet and held out a bag "Harls said to give this to you when she dropped off Zoe's presents" you cautiously took it from him "It hasn't growled or anything has it?" He laughed "No. I poked it a few times so I think it's safe"

You opened the bag slowly, a smile spreading across your face when you saw what was inside. It was a new holster set. It had places on each side for a gun and two knives so two guns total and four knives. You pulled it out to show Floyd and he let out a low whistle "That's nice" "It really is and I needed new holsters" 

"New holsters?" You heard Rick's voice from behind you as he walked into the room. You turned to face him trying to ignore the looks Floyd was giving you "Yea um I got left a present along with Zoe's" he looked over them and nodded approvingly "She knows what you like" "She really does" Floyd added, bumping your shoulder with his own. 

You narrowed your eyes at him then checked the time "Shit. Rick I'm gonna go say goodbye to Zoe. We gotta get going" "Yeah go say goodbye while me and Flag talk a lil bit more" Floyd teased as you walked off.

You had fallen asleep as soon as you climbed into Rick's jeep. He smiled when he glanced your way to see that you were curled up using his jacket as a blanket. Your head was leaned back against the seat turned just enough towards him the streetlights illuminated your face every time he went under one. 

He enjoyed days like this. No mission, no Waller. No pretenses. You didn't have to be Switch and Colonel Flag. You got to be Y/N and Rick.

He let out a breath as he kicked himself for backing out of just telling you how he felt at Floyd's. He thought there was at least a chance you felt the same. It was a chance by far worth taking. 

This wasn't like how it was with June. He hadn't been pushed into you. An honest friendship had formed long before he ever looked at you in a romantic way. 

He knew you, from the way you'd reacted the first time your powers had manifested to how you hadn't even fought when they'd come to arrest you for taking out the man who'd killed your brother and uncle. Your favorite flower, your worst fears. You trusted him and just knowing that meant so much to him because he knew just how hard it had been for you to trust someone. He needed to tell you the truth if not for his own sanity but simply so no secrets would be between the two of you. 

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You woke up when Rick gently shook your shoulder "We're home" you sat up rubbing a hand across your face to see you were in fact parked just outside your building.

You smiled slightly at him "Sorry for knocking out on you" he shook his head. "I didn't mind. You needed some rest" you held his jacket out to him "Thanks for the blanket" he laughed and slipped his arms back into it "any time"

You grabbed the bag from Harley and followed him inside. 

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When you reached your door the realization hit you that you weren't ready to say goodnight to Rick quite yet. The two of you had flown out at five, spent the entire day in each other's company but it was still early and unless something came up you didn't have anything work related until a meeting at four pm the following day.

"Rick you wanna come in for a drink?" You asked after unlocking the door. He didn't respond right away but just when you were about to resend the invitation and nurse your wounded pride over the bottle of bourbon sitting in your cabinet he nodded "Sure. Why not?" And followed you inside.

You headed for your bedroom with intentions of putting away the gift from Harley. You glanced back over your shoulder at Rick who was standing just inside the door "You know where everything is. Pour us both one" then disappeared into your room. 

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Rick watched you disappear into your bedroom and slipped his jacket off draping it across the back of your couch before walking into the kitchen. He grabbed two of your glasses and poured a little bourbon in both. He had just turned to sit them on the counter when your bedroom door opened and you walked back out. You'd discarded your jacket, had taken your hair down and was barefoot. 

You smiled at him and he felt his heart flip. God dammit what was he fifteen with his first crush? You picked up your glass and motioned to the couch "Wanna sit? It's been a long day" "Yeah sure" he replied following you across the living room. He waited until you were comfortable on the couch with your feet pulled up under you before sitting next to you.

You took a sip out of your glass then reached up to flick the chain with his dogtags out of your shirt. He watched with a smile slipping onto his face. You never did it at work but he'd caught you quite a few times idly playing with them. You wearing them daily meant a lot to him. "Y/N can we finish the conversation we started at Floyd's?" He finally asked so you turned your eyes to him expectedly "Sure. You were the one talking when we got interrupted so go ahead"

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Staring into your eyes, he forgot every speech he'd  practiced. He'd gone over telling you how he felt so many times in his head but now he couldn't find the words so he decided to stop thinking for a moment and let his heart speak "Y/N….I think I'm falling for you" 

"Is that why you punched Nikolas for talking about sleeping with me?" You asked poking at his chest playfully. He groaned "Perez and Micheals told you?" "Yeah. Perez also told me that for someone raised around the military like you that giving someone your dogtags says more than some men manage to say in words"

"If you knew why didn't you say anything?" He questioned but instead of answering you leaned up and sat your glass on the coffee table then turned to face him closing the space between you to the point your legs were nearly in his lap "Maybe I was hoping you'd say something. I mean did the idea of another man touching me piss you off badly enough to risk getting in trouble with Waller, and the government really since we have Bianca still on the plane?" "Honestly?" He asked and you waved a hand between the two of you "Just us here Rick. Let's lay all our cards on the table" 

He gently reached out to cup the side of your face letting his thumb swipe over your bottom lip before he finally said "Honestly. In that moment the thought of him or any other man touching you was enough to make me not think about anything else. For quite a while you've been very important to me and it wasn't until he opened his big mouth and caused me to shut it that I realized just how much I care about you" "Willing to risk Amanda Waller's wrath to defend my honor? I don't know, sounds like you may have a thing for me, Colonel Flag" you teased hesitantly moving to straddle his waist, bracing your hands against his shoulders. 

His hand fell from your face to your hips pulling them down flush against his which pulled a small gasp of surprise from you at the sudden movement. "I can think of about a dozen things I'd rather be doing right now than talking about Waller" he spoke with his lips a breath away from yours "Anything involving me?" You asked before he nearly growled "Fuck it" and crashed his lips against yours. You returned the kiss fully, fingers finding their way to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck tugging softly as you rolled your hips against his, earning a deep groan from the man under you. 

When you broke away from each other to catch your breath he leaned his forehead against yours both of your chests heaving as you stared into each other's eyes "Darlin it doesn't have to go any further" he all but whispered eyes flicking down towards your lips as he spoke "but what if I want it to?" You asked and he smiled "In that case should we move it to the bedroom?" "I'd like that" you replied, sliding off his lap and grabbing his hand. He let you pull him to his feet, following closely behind you as you led the way,heart pounding wildly in your chest.

"What now?" He asked when you sat dowm on the side of your bed . "You could always kiss me again" you answered with a smirk pulling him closer to you. He pushed you back onto the bed being so gentle with you it made you question if he was afraid you'd break. He kept his weight off of you as he kissed you. You pulled him closer until his chest brushed against yours. He moved from your lips down to your neck kissing and biting the exposed flesh.

You moved your hips up against his moaning slightly when he pinned your arms down at your side "Slow down sweetheart. I'm gonna make sure by the time I'm through you don't want any other man in your bed ever again" a very undignified noise left you as you stared up into those hazel eyes "Take your time then"

His hands moved under your shirt ghosting over your skin just enough to leave a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He started to pull it over your head leaning back enough you could move to help him. 

Once your top half was bare he stepped back and licked his lips "god damn" you felt yourself blush and had to resist the urge to cover yourself. You reached for the hem of his shirt and he helped you pull it over his head. You let your hands move across his chest and he closed his eyes slightly.

He pushed you back onto the bed and reached to pull your pants down your legs. You lifted your hips to give him better access. Once you were completely bared to him he glanced back up to your face "If you want to stop at any time, just tell me ok?" You nodded unable to find words at the moment.

He climbed back onto the bed catching your lips in an almost bruising kiss then left a trail down the side of your neck then down to your chest. He held your gaze as he rolled your left nipple into his mouth just barely letting his teeth graze against it. His hand palmed your other breast causing you to move your hips up against his seeking some type of friction to soothe the throbbing between your legs.

He chuckled and slid a clothed knee between your legs to keep them apart. He switched his attention to the right nipple giving it the same treatment as the left. "Oh god..Rick" you sighed as he kissed down your stomach leaving open mouthed kisses on the skin there. "Enjoying yourself so far?" He asked with a smirk.

Before you could answer he made it down to your waist. You were trying not to move up against him but god you were so turned on you felt like the smallest touch would push you over the edge. He licked into you laughing when you bucked your hips against his face. He held your hips in place as he started moving his mouth against you kissing the same way he had your mouth, finding that one spot inside of you. "Jesus christ" you moaned tangling your fingers in his hair as he worked you closer to an orgasm.

You were pushed over the edge when he added two fingers along with his tongue curling them up inside of you. "FUCK" you yelled as you came and he greedily licked up your juices.

When your vision cleared from the haze of the orgasm he was wiping his chin and smiling up at you "You doing ok there baby?" You curled one finger so he climbed back up you kissing his way to your mouth. You let your hand slide down between you dipping below the waistline of his pants. The moment your hand brushed against him he leaned his forehead down against your neck. You started to move your hand stroking him gently  "Fuck baby. That feels so fucking good"

"Gonna let me return the favor?" You asked and he looked down to watch your hand move around him "Next time but sweetheart I really want to get inside of you" you leaned up to kiss him and whispered "Then take your pants off Colonel"

He stood up long enough to push his pants off his hips. Your eyes moved to see him hard and ready against his stomach. He was bigger than any other guy you'd ever been with. "Do me a favor?" You asked and he nodded "anything" you pulled him back onto the bed before saying "Try not to hurt me"

He lined himself up with your opening then looked to you for the ok. You nodded slightly and when he pushed into you both you and him let out a groan at the feeling.

He caught your lips in a kiss while he let you adjust to his size. After a moment the stretch gave way so you tapped his hips "Move please" he slowly rolled his hips into yours testing and you arched your back into him "Just like that"

He sat an excruciatingly slow past dragging every thrust out to tease you. "Harder" you breathed and he kissed you again before changing his pace. He pulled out almost all the way then slammed back into you causing a scream of pleasure to be ripped from your mouth. He must have liked what he heard because his thrusts quickly turned harder pounding deep inside of you with every movement of his hips.

"God damn baby. You're so fucking wet. That pretty little pussy is squeezing me" he groaned into your ear as he fucked you. You could feel another orgasm building and he must have realised it too because his hand came between you to rub tight circles on your clit "That's it darlin. Let me hear you scream"

You came with a scream of his name on your lips. Once you came down from the high slightly he pulled out and tapped your hips "Turn over for me" he helped you move onto your stomach grabbing a few pillows to slide under you so he could have the angle he wanted. You felt him press a feather light kiss to your shoulder before he slid back into you.

The angle and friction from the bed along with how he was talking in your ear had you coming again in minutes. You gripped the sheets as he fucked you through another orgasm. "Oh fuck...Rick"

He helped you turn back over and left a heated kiss on your lips. You moved to the side and pushed him down on his back "My turn to be on top" he grinned as you straddled him slowly sliding down on his erection. You let out a low moan when you felt him hit bottom.

You put your hands on his shoulders as you started to move, rolling your hips against his. "Fuck... You feel so damn good" his words spurred you on when you started to bounce slightly on him, slamming down hard with every thrust. "Oh shit darlin.Keep doing that, I'm so fucking close"

You started moving faster feeling your thighs burning as you fucked yourself closer to another orgasm hoping to bring him over that edge with you. You didn't realise how close he was until he gripped your hips hard enough to bruise meeting your thrusts half way. "Come for me" you moaned and that seemed to be what finally pushed him over that edge. He buried himself inside of you as he came. The feeling of him finally reaching that peak pushed you over the edge as well. You heard him moan as you tightened around him rocking your hips to work you both through the orgasm.

You collapsed against his chest and he laughed lightly before leaving a kiss on the side of your neck "You ok Y/N?" You nodded "I'm fucking exhausted" he laughed and grabbed your hips to help you off of him.

You slowly climbed off him and fell over onto the pillows. He leaned closer to pull you into a kiss then climbed out the bed. Was he leaving after all that?

It was as if he knew what you were thinking. He pointed back towards your bathroom "Gonna grab a towel, clean you up before we fall asleep"

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After Rick cleaned you up he laid back on your bed and pulled you onto his chest. You let your hand go out to trace the tattoo on his arm closest to you. The glow was fading already, replaced with a harsh reality. Waller would use any relationship against one or both of you. It could be used to separate you or worse.

You looked up at him and god the smile on his face was nearly enough to empty your mind of any worries. "Sweetheart, I um I want you to know this is as strong as I've ever felt for someone....I know there's gonna be obstacles even more than regular couples but.." you cut him off with a kiss before saying "but we'll figure them out. I have no doubt in that. For now though can we go to sleep?

He laughed and smoothed a hand down your back before saying "Yeah I'm pretty sure I'll sleep better than I have in a really long time"

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