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thecapricunt1616 · 7 months ago

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Im sick in the head another Carmy drabble in one day

Another Dad!Carmy Drabble bc I’m sick in the head and can’t stop thinking abt him. So imagine him going to his baby’s school for career day 😭🫶 he would be so so proud of his work bc his baby would be just GUSHING over him and I need this out of my drafts SRRY ppl who have sent requests this has been rottingggg (more below)

Okay so firstly your daughter would excitedly wait on the porch of your house for him every day when she knew he would be home from work. She is a daddy’s girl from day one because ofc she is (Carmy spoils her rotten and physically can’t tell her no so you’re always the bad guy unless her safety is involved ofc) she could give an eff about whatever your career is because she grew up in the restaurant like Carmy did, so when they were told at school there would be a career day when you picked her up she proudly took the sign up sheet from her bag, and was like

“Mommy, daddy is gonna come to my school to talk about ‘The Bear’ isn’t that cool!!”

And naturally this is the first you’re hearing of this so you’re like “he is?!” And she shoves the paper in your hand and points to the date

“See mommy! And he has to sign off and- and I want him to make cannolis for my class! Teacher said yes, and he has to mommy!”

You’re just like ‘oh! Alright honey well daddy is very busy we’ve talked about this yes? We will ask him if he can’

So Carmy gets home, she’s on the porch - charged. She’s vibrating with excitement. He gets out of the car and she sprints up to him, giggling happily and squealing

“Papa Bear! Papa Bear!! Papa Bear!!!” The name she only used when she was buttering him up for something.

He laughs, picking her up and swinging her around, kissing all over her face and throwing her in the air in the way you’d usually scold since it scared the living shit out of you - but in her 8 years he hasn’t dropped her— yet so it was acceptable sometimes.

“My baby bear” he said happily and rests her on his hip “how was school, what did you learn today mm?” He holds his backpack on his shoulder as he carries her inside.

“I learneeedd” she shows him the paper “that we’re having career day and you have to come! Please daddy please daddy plllleeeeeaaasseee!!!” She begs puckering her lips for a kiss to further sweeten her deal.

He smiled a bit, giving her a tiny sweet peck “yes my little love, I’ll come f’r y’career day, of course sweet angel girl. When is it hmm?” He carried her in the kitchen where you were at the stove, cooking Mac and cheese to go along with the chicken tenders that were air frying

“Mommy!!! Daddy says yes!! Okay daddy- so you need to make cannolis for my class cause they’ll think it’s so cool” she said happily and points at the paper “look may 24 mommy says that’s 23 days away, and daddy you can make cannolis for us - and - and I can do my chocolate chip chef job daddy!!! I can help you, I'll help!!” She said excitedly to which he beams with love and pride.

“Thas’right princess you can be my sous chef y’remember what that means mm?” He questions, rubbing her little back with a smile

“I’m second best!!! I’m second best to daddy in the kitchen. I’ll be first some day though daddy” she kisses his cheek sweetly and hugs him tight to which he pouts adorably, looking over at you with big blue eyes

“Thas’my smart girl” he says softly and kisses her head. “You will be baby. You’ll be the best ever. I know it. You’ll change the whole world with your cookin’ mmm?” He rests his cheek on her head sweetly, resting against the counter while they cuddled.

You could barely stop the tears that gathered in your eyes. Seeing your husband and your daughter like this was something you didn’t think you’d ever get over.

From the very first day they’d met, even when she was all - frankly yucky, and slimey after she was just birthed - Carmy didn’t mind the nasty cottage cheese like muck that covered her skin just minutes after delivery as she laid on your chest, easily finding your nipple to latch so soon after being born, still in the delivery room— as if she was the smartest baby to exist.

He still kissed her head. Even with the nasty, cheesy vernix covering her skin, he gently massaged it into her back as she ate for the first time, sniffling at the sounds of her little huffs of breath against your swollen breast. “You did so good baby. Look at her-“ he rasped, his voice watery and loving. “She’s perfect” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her little shoulders.

“I’ll be the best at The Bear someday daddy” she promised and hugged him tightly “I love you” she mumbled happily He cradled her as if she was still a little baby, kissing her face and swallowing back choked sniffles and sobs “I love you little bear- s’much” he whispered, so grateful and over the moon his little girl took such pride in what he does.

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sugarrrvenomm · 3 months ago

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we need you to expound further upon the idea of obi-wan calling his girl "bunny" 🐇

-and by we i mean me plz n thank you ur writing is top tier my luv <3

the classic obi-wan nicknames will always hit. darling sweetheart dearest yes u know the ones …. but bunny ???? bunny !!!!! a special lil name just for you !! every time you ask him why he calls you that the answer is different. “oh it’s because you’re just so cute” … “it’s because if you had it your way, we’d fuck like rabbits, dirty girl” …. “its because you’re so sweet and soft” …. “because good bunnies bounce just like you do on masters cock” <33333

he plays way too much so whenever he says it, you get a mix of the sweetest most innocent affection but also ,,,, yucky nasty thoughts.

also ummmmm obi-wan saying: “bend over and show me that cute little bunny cunt.” 🫶

(and thank you !)

#rambling rambling #obi wan smut #obi wan kenobi smut #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi-wan smut #🐇

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finniestoncrane · 1 year ago

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request but... a-anything icky creepy yucky for audio adventures scarecrow? i want him to eat MY brain like a delicacy lmao. he's so oddly hot lmao.

All Tied Up and Nowhere To Go

BTAA!Scarecrow x Female!Reader, word count: 800 ok i. really was selfish with this one and it gets kinda fuck nasty and literally made me drool 🎃🧡 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: dubcon, crying, bondage, punishment, restraints, sub/dom dynamics, knife play, blood, fear play, drugs

The ropes, smooth, silky, professional, shuffled against themselves as you pulled your wrists up gently from the wall and settled them back down. Your ankles were in much the same situation, all four limbs spread up and out from your body, in a strange homage to a star. Stuck there, weak and vulnerable. So prepared was Jonathan, that the moment you agreed to let him test your fears, to make you ultimately submissive, he had offered you one of his pills, already in his hand ready to pass to you. The hallucinatory properties only now receding, revealing to you that you were now captive in... his home? His office? Yet another property he owned for the purposes of who knew what? Your chest hitched, rising and falling in a shuddering motion as you considered what this all meant.

"You agreed to this. I mean, I don't want to make this into a big deal, but I record everything that goes on in my office. I'm hoping I don't Nixon myself, but so far... it's served its purpose well."

Jonathan's voice carried over to you, loud, growing louder as he stepped out from behind the wall and walked towards you. A grim smile covered his face, eyes piercing you from behind his glasses, slender fingers tented as he menacingly closed the gap between your bodies. His free to move and covered in his usual sleek and neat suit that he wore for his appointments under the guise of Doctor Crane. Yours, trussed up, vulnerable, and covered only in long, loose fitting shirt.

When he stood still, observing you, his eyes tracing over every inch fo your body, he let out a wry chuckle. The sound turned your blood cold, skin prickling in bumps as your hair stood on edge.

"I hate to reiterate a point, but you did agree to be tied up. Left to my devices. You're not changing your mind now, are you?"

Before you could respond, Jonathan raised his hand, holding your face still, tight. His fingers pressed against your cheeks, teeth cutting against the flesh on the inside of your mouth as he pushed both side of your face inwards.

"I asked you a question."

You tried to shake your head, but he was holding you too tight. And when you tried to say no, you were all the more aware of how tight the gag around you was, the ball forcing your lips out, saliva dripping from the opened corners of your mouth.

"Hurry up, clock's ticking."

A mumbled 'no' squeezed past the gag. Not clear, but good enough for Jonathan.

"Good girl. Now..."

He reached behind his back, pulling a knife from a sheath you hadn't noticed.

"...I sense that you might need a bit of... coercion... to keep you behaving."

You could feel your eyes straining, pupils blown wide as you kept your focus on the glinting blade attached to the handle that Jonathan held so flimsily.

"See, the fear in this room is palpable, has been since you came to. But I need a little bit more.I need to be able to taste it on my tongue."

He was so close to you now, teasing the fabric of the shirt, before pushing it in a little. The move so quick, so dependent on the belief that you would shift your body back, flat against the wall, which luckily you did. And with a cruel giggle, he brought the blade up swiftly, tearing each button off as he dragged the knife towards your chin. Exposed, entirely, your nipples hardening in the cool air, your legs trying desperately to press themselves together, to preserve your modesty.

Unwillingly, unknowing even at first, you tensed your body so tight that your muscles began to cramp, and a tear dropped from the corner of your eye onto your cheek. Jonathan laughed, loud and long, before he stopped abruptly, his nose pressed against your face as he ran his tongue up and along the trail of the tear, savouring it with his eyes closed, a low moan rumbling in his throat.

You whimpered at his joy, at his delight in your apparent terror, but it still wasn't enough. Because when you turned your face from him, daring to deny him the pleasure of the salt, the taste of your fear, he picked the knife up and held it to your throat.

"Ah, ah, ah... that doesn't seem like something a good girl would do, does it?"

You shook your head, careful to avoid the point of knife. And while you settled yourself again, focusing on your breathing, reminding yourself that this is what you wanted, what you agreed to, after all, you could see Jonathan from your peripheral, unbuckling his belt and undoing the fly of his pants with one hand, preparing himself for the next step.

#finnie writes #batman #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues #btaa scarecrow

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hiskillingjar · 1 month ago

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Splatterpunk person here. I'm currently easing my way into the extreme horror literature scene after being on the downlow about it for a while. Got any good recs? (I've already read the mainstream titles for the extreme horror lit/splatterpunk genre. Things have gotten worse..., haunted, tender is the flesh, dead inside, ect.)

ugh i hated dead inside. how fucking try hard do you have to be to write that shit. ANYWAY. splatterpunk/extreme horror reccs

exquisite corpse by poppy z brite. unsure if you've read this one, it's by far my favourite of the proto-splatterpunk genre.

tell me i'm worthless + brainwryms by alison rumfitt. both very violent and grody examinations of transmisogyny and facsism in the UK. brainwryms especially is very splatterpunk

books of blood by clive barker (or any clive barker tbh). best known for being the horror bondage guy (hellraiser) clive barker writes some really great books. i love the hellbound heart too :)

the girl next door by jack ketchum. not entirely dissimilar to things like the last house on the left, this is a. dire read.

the troop by nick cutter. body horror galore i fucking loved this book, it's such a good time.

tortureworks by porpentine heartscape is, i think, gonna go down as a classic splatterpunk anthology in the future. nasty, yucky, so good

go nuts!

#qs #i should start making a tag for my reccs huh #whatever #about ray #sorta

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jocelynmakenna · 4 months ago

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It's time for my two cents to the umbrella academy season 4 clusterfuck:

Hey what the fuck was that?

Like I was perfectly fine with the time skip and even though there were some weird choices (cough Klaus) I was perfectly fine to see where it was going to go.

But what the fuck.

Every fucking episode was worse than the one before, finding new ways to trash the characters and ruin any chance at a character arc for any of them.

The lack of discussion of prior seasons (like are we gonna mention ANY of Allison's atrocious behavior?) was kind of odd but I can move past that seeing as they got a 4 episode cut. The season tried to return to a status quo that it implied existed but never defined, leaving it feeling empty.

But let's talk about the characters MY GOD. I'll start with the obvious. Five and Lila? Why??? WHY??? Like overall, the actors have great chemistry but ROMANCE??? Absolutely not. I think a dad/daughter relationship is much more fitting for them at minimum. If I were writing this season, my biggest change to the train arc would have been to have Five with like Klaus. Giving Klaus distance from his family could have served the story better than... I don't know BURYING HIM IN A DEAD DOG'S GRAVE AFTER A WOMAN USED HIS BODY TO HAVE SEX WITH A GHOST WHICH OF COURSE ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE A GUY WANTED HIS MONEY WHICH JUST IS SO CLOSE TO SA IT MIGHT JUST BE BUT YK GOTTA MOVE ON GOTTA TALK ABOUT BEN NOW.

Because Ben!! Spends the first like two episodes bitching about how the umbrella academy folks aren't his family (because they're not) and then he dumps everything for a girl he happened to touch(???) and then starts the apocalypse. Like congrats man on being the most macguffin of a person ever.

Viktor was overall fine. I have nothing too harsh to say about him, but once again, his acceptance of Allison in his life after she KILLED HIS DISABLED ADOPTED SON is wild. Allison continued having her character ruined by being a "bad" mom which like. Why did you destroy the original universe to get your daughter back to be a bad mom.

Diego and Luther were just. There. They took up space and screentime with nothing important nor interesting. Everything about them and their arc sucked the fun out of the entire show. Luther being comedic relief could have been a fine choice if they bothered to have him DO anything important.

I'm sorry I'm talking about the love triangle again WHY!! FIVE AND LILA AND DIEGO IS WEIRD. ITS SO WEIRD. ITS QUITE LITERALLY THE WORST CANON SHIP IVE EVER SEEN (yes that includes Reylo at least they had ~force connection~ rather than just being sad and fucking your BROTHERS WIFE). WHO YOU HAVE KNOWN SINCE SHE WAS 6. WHEN YOU MURDERED HER PARENTS. AND THEN SHE'S KNOWN YOU EVER SINCE. INCLUDING THE TIME YOUR BRAIN WAS IN THE BODY OF A CHILD. A MINOR. ITS YUCKY ITS NASTY. ITS AWFUL.

Ok the ending. Nothing pisses me off more than a show that decides to undo itself at the end (I'm looking at you Legion, you had so much promise up until the end). The cleanse was Fine. It definitely could have been done better, explained more, built up more etc. I will blame that again on a lack of episodes but there's SO MUCH that could have been cut to make the season flow better (perhaps like the 7 years of train problems!). And then the cowards move of just. Killing off all the main characters (or actually removing the characters from history. It reeks of lazy writing and just. Not caring.

Overall - 2/10

Crazy how this show ended on that season 3 cliff hanger!

#ps why did they never say what happened to Sloane? were we just supposed to infer she died?#pps why did we not discuss the whole Other Ben on the Train? was that supposed to be in the interdimensonal train or just????#ok i think im done ranting #but no promises #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy spoilers

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no-stupid-questions-official · 9 months ago

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can i be asexual and still wanna kiss/make out with people? tbh im not rlly sure what asexuality actually means, i thought it was js not wanna have sex or something but idk? and google is so not helpful. but so basically liek i think i’m asexual and the idea of having sex is hella nasty to me, but at the same time there’s this girl i like who i would totally kiss if given the chance, and my friend says making out is a sexual thing. i would do like deep kissing stuff (no tongue in mouth though cuz thats yucky) but i wouldn’t go farther than that i think.

i also might js be too young to know this stuff, idk if middle school is the bestest time to figure this out. but uhh would i be considered asexual?

also i have like a super basic knowledge of any of this so if i said anything rlly weird im sorry 😭 😭

#question

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mydarllinglover · 1 year ago

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Alone || Bed-Time Tales

"How are my poorly babies doing?" Natalia asked, carrying soup into the twins room, Archie was tucked up with Bambi, in her bed, Daryl was sat beside them, making sure they were all cosy, whilst Evie was laying cold flannels on their foreheads, Dog layed his head on the end of the girls bed.

"They're fighting it." Daryl told her. "Kids are Dixons."

“They’re also Moores, thats what scares me.” She muttered, chewing her nail.

"It seems pretty easy to pass through." Evie explained. "The main concerns are their fevers and considering they've never even had a cold before, their immune systems are gonna be pretty weak, they need to gain their strength and stay hydrated."

"That's okay, you can both eat your veggies, and Mommy's gonna find out what special remedy's are gonna make my angels feel better." Natalia shoved Daryl off the bed, taking his spot, giving her kids kisses on their cheeks.

Evie grimaced at her father, who just rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.

"I've been gone for days, they get a lil sniffle, and all this?" She grumbled.

"Mommy, I don't like green food, it's yucky." Bambi pouted, holding tight to her bunny.

"Yuck." Archie stuck his tongue out.

"Yeah, they might be, but they're gonna make you big an strong, an' Daddy'll make them taste so good you can't even notice that they're veg." Daryl bypassed Evie's comment.

"That's okay, Daddy, you're not the best at cooking, but Mommy is." Bambi patted his hand, letting him down gently.

"Yeah, you weren't around when she wasn't." Evie grimaced.

"Alright, I want you two to get some rest, and stay in bed, Mommy is gonna take some soup to Auntie Ro's and make sure she's okay, and Daddy is gonna stay here and make sure my sick babies are taken care of when I'm away." She then turned to Daryl, her smile dropping and her brows narrowing. "Aren't you."

"Y-yeah, yes." He cleared his throat. "I got it, alright, ain't nothin' gon' happen to 'em."

"Bye-bye." She kissed their heads, again. "Mommy loves you, I'm gonna be right back, okay? I love you."

"Love you, Mommy."

"Bye-bye Momma." Archie waved his little hand, twirling his hair in the other.

"Aunt Nat, Daisy's trying to use the stove, again!" RJ called from the kitchen.

"Daisy Caroline, get your ass out of that kitchen!" She shouted down, pointing at her husband before talking to him. "Daryl, don't let him do that, it'll tangle into a huge knot, and he's not gonna like it when I have to brush it out. I'm gonna swing by the cell, too, make sure they're actually feeding Lydia, hopefully convince her to leave, too." Natalia told him, as she got up from the bed, and heading out of the room, ignorant to the huff and puff her husband let out as he resumed his seat, gently pulling his son's hand out of his hair.

"Wait, why's Lydia in the cells?" Evie asked Daryl.

"Your boyfriend attacked her, that woman yer mom kept arguing with, she was killed by Negan when he was helping her, an' she's beating herself up about it." He explained, in a low voice, trying not to raise suspicion from the six year old.

"Who, Gage?" She gasped.

"Yeah, that prick." He scowled, leaning his chin on his fist, as he ran his thumb along his youngest kids cheeks, as they fell back asleep.

"Daddy, Mommy told us to come up here so you could watch us, but she said we're not allowed in the room." Daisy stood at her doorway, staying beyond the door, RJ was stood beside her.

"Yeah, stay away from yer brother an' sister, you don' wanna come in here and catch this nasty bug." He nodded. "Yer Mom leave yet?"

"Yeah, said not to follow her." She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, Eve, why don' you-"

"Can't, gotta go handle something." Evie stood up from the chair in the corner of the twins room, rushing out to leave.

"Eve?" He hissed after her, but she was already out of ear shot.

"She's a wild one." Daisy shook her head, folding her arms.

"Says you." RJ looked at her.

"Daisy, shush or I'll puke on you." Bambi fluttered her lashes as she failed to sleep, with all the noise. "Daddy, can you tell us a story, please?"

"Don' you wanna go sleep?" He asked, picking at his nails.

"No she doesn't, Daddy I want a story too, remember me, your other kid."

"My Mommy tells me stories about the brave man."

"Yeah, and our Mommy never tells us stories about her, I want to hear about Mommy." Daisy pitched in, again.

"Alright, alright, how 'bout I tell you a story about both of yer Moms."

"Okay." The three cheered, though, Bambi's was a lot weaker.

"Back at the prison."

"The one in Georgia." Daisy added.

"Shush." She was hushed by not only her twin sister, but also the boy sat beside her.

"Dadda." Archie outstretched his arms, per usual, wanting a cuddle, cause he didn't know what else was going on, but his father obliged, picking the boy up and resting him on his lap.

"Alright, so, it started out with this one kid, Patrick, me an' yer Mom, we spoke to him, only that morning, he thanked us both for this huge feast we brought back, that we kept palming the thanks off to each other, this was before yer Mom took a liking to me."

"Did you have a crush on Mommy?" Bambi asked.

"Yeah." He chuckled, untangling Archie's hair with his fingers. "I hadda big crush on Mommy, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen on the planet, an' for a while now. Anyway, so whilst we were all asleep, Patrick, the illness had started, and he died in his sleep, an' you know what happens when you die, right?"

"Yeah! You become a walker." Daisy answered.

"Right, an' the bad news was that, cause it was at night, and everyone was asleep, no one knew, so he just went about feasting on the people around 'im, and no one knew to stop him, until the next morning, when the other people woke up to the walkers coming at 'em. So they started screaming, me, Momma/ Aunt Nat, Uncle Rick, Uncle Glenn, an' Aunt Sasha, we raced over to check what was going on, the whole area was under attack, but it was all people who didn't have a clue what ta do, an' It was yer Momma that was saving all the kids, she was, she's incredible, faster than me and Rick, she had it, we were just back up. Anyway, we eventually found out what had happened, that an illness was breaking out around the prison. We had nothing to help these people, and they were thinning out, we had a murder case on our hands, our fences were falling down, people were dropping like flies, it was a mess."

"What happened with the fences?" RJ asked.

"'Cause of the gunshots, attracted a whole buncha walkers, they were clinging onto the fences, tryna tear them down, an' it was already bad before that, we were struggling to keep 'em up, when Nat, she had the idea of using the sick piggies, luring them out, letting the walkers go after them, whilst they fixed the fences, so me an' Uncle Rick, we rode out and did that, see, she don' think Rick gave her any credit for that, but he did, he told me, he always gave yer Aunt credit." He spoke to RJ. "They loved each other a lot, respected each other, but Jesus did they argue, like a pair of siblings, just as bad as these two." He nodded to the twins. "Well, anyway, Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha got sick, an' they were in quarantine."

"What's Quaran tin?" Daisy asked.

"Its uh, it's a place that very sick people go, so that they don't get other people sick." He told her, slightly loosing attention when something out of the twin's bedroom window caught his eye.

"Then what happened?" Bambi asked, when he got up from the bed, staring out the glass now, his brows furrowed.

"Uh, how 'bout I finish this story later." He said, putting Archie back down on the bed. "Think Aunt Carol's up to somethin' stupid, again."

"But, Daddy, you haven't finished the story" Daisy complained.

"I know, sweetheart, I will later, need ya to all wait here for yer Momma or sister, 'kay, tell her Daddy had to take care of something important."

"Mommy says to not leave us unattended, we're only little." Bambi told him.

"When I was yer age, my old man left me at home for weeks on end, ma mom was always at work or asleep, you'll be fine, just sit still an'... talk about Math, or something. Dog, come on, boy." He told them, stepping over the kids at the door, and jogging down the stairs, only thinking about what the hell Carol could be doing, wanting to leave Alexandria, Dog excitedly followed behind him.

"We're six, what the hell do we know about Math?" Daisy asked the other two kids.

"I don't think Daddy knows what we do in School." Bambi shrugged, shaking her head as she gently led Archie to lay back down with her.

"Your Dad's not very responsible." RJ told them.

"At least we have a dad, RJ." Daisy snapped back at the poor boy.

"Daisy, I'm gonna throw up again." Bambi warned her.

"Okay?"

"So pass me the bin!"

"Okay!" She rolled her eyes, covering her mouth whilst she entered her own bedroom, reaching for the bin.

"I feel like utter shit." Rosita groaned, sitting up, after barfing into her own bin for the past five minutes straight. "it's making me feel worse knowing the kids are going through it, too."

"We all get a stomach bug, they'll live." Natalia told her, letting go off the ponytail of hair she had been holding, for her friend.

"Thanks, by the way, Nat." Rosita told her, giving her a weak smile.

"Hey, its fine, I got you, always, remember how you helped me when I was pregnant with the twins?"

"You were awful." She laughed.

"Yeah, I was." Natalia agreed. "But hey, at least you don't scream and shout at me, like I did to you."

"You were so mean, kinda glad you were in the woods when you had Archie."

"Oh, I think I was much better when I was Pregnant with him, I only had one baby, and I had the kids constantly around me, couldn't do much to lash out on anyone."

"I missed you, when you were gone, so bad."

"I missed you, too."

"You never came to visit." She leaned against her headboard, Natalia climbed in beside her. "I thought that you might, y'know, to see Maggie, to see me and Tara, but you never did, I really wished you would."

"I know, I'm sorry." Natalia brushed through a strand of Rosita's hair, beginning to braid it.

"I never came to see you, because I thought you wanted to just be left alone, Tara said that if you wanted to be around people, you would be around people, that the both of you just needed space, time to mourn, not just Rick, but everyone and everything, take off all the weight you both been carrying this whole thing."

"I wanted to see you, I did..."

"But you never came."

"I know." She sighed, "I was just so fucking busy, and with Daryl, I just... I couldn't leave, not at that point, he needed that break, I needed to be around just my kids, it was selfish, but I just... I didn't know how much more I had left in me."

"Yeah, I get that." Rosita Whispered.

"Eat your soup, before it gets cold." Natalia told her.

"Yes, Mom." She teased, dipping her spoon into the soup Natalia and Daisy made together, but when she brought it to her lips, sipping the liquid, she pulled a sour face, desperately trying to neutralise it though. "Oh, wow, oh wow, can I guess who added the salt?" She wheezed, accepting the glass of water Natalia passed her.

"Daisy insisted Auntie Ro loves her salt, and Daisy knows Auntie Ro so much more than Mommy." Natalia recounted, in air quotes. "Let's just say Bam and Arch will be having something else for dinner, to make them feel better."

"Oh, yeah, but I can have this." Rosita scowled.

"Hey, I couldn't get away with leaving it, and you need at least something. Daisy'll be asking you how much you liked her soup, when you're better."

"And I'll be telling her it's the best damned thing I've ever eaten, in my life."

"Good girl." Natalia nodded approvingly.

"Y'know, I always wanted a little girl, a daughter, since I was little." Rosita told her. "Obviously that was before I realised I was in love with a woman, Tara and me, we were talking about it, only a few weeks before..." She started to choke up. "Said we'd have dibs on the next orphan, I don't think she really wanted a kid, guess she only agreed with it because that's what I wanted. I miss her, so much."

"I know." Natalia rested her head on her friends, holding her comfortingly. "We all miss her, she was amazing, she was... she was Tara."

Natalia eventually went home, letting Rosita sleep, but made sure to let the woman know that she'd return every few hours to make sure she was okay and on the mend.

"Kids? Daryl? I'm home!"

"Mommy, we're up here, still." Daisy called down to her.

"Where's your father?" She called up, heading up the stairs, spotting Daisy and RJ looking rather bored as they sat in front of the Twins bedroom.

"Daddy said he had to go stop Aunt Carol from doing something stupid." She answered.

"So he left the four of you unattended to go do something stupid?" She clarified.

"He told us to sit and think about math." RJ added.

"You're babies, what the hell do you know about math?" Natalia furrowed her brows, stepping over the two kids to check in with the other pair, who were sound asleep.

"That's what we said!" Daisy threw her hands up in the air, frustrated.

Natalia swept back Archies curls, feeling his forehead, that still felt rather hot, Bambi's was the same.

"Where's Evie?" She asked, stepping over the two once more, heading towards the bathroom to fetch two freshly cold flannels.

"Said she had to go deal with something."

"Wait, wait, hang on, let me get this straight." Natalia paused.

"Not only did Daddy, who said he would watch you, kids, his kids, his sick and young kids, decide to leave, but your sister did, as well?"

"No, Mommy, Evie left first." Daisy answered.

"Ho!” Natalia scoffed loudly, heading back towards the bedroom. "So he purposefully left you guys alone?"

"Is Daddy in trouble, is he gonna be grounded?"

"Yes, your father is in deep, deep trouble, do you know where he went, when he'll be back."

Daisy shook her head.

"Uncle Daryl said he would finish his story later." RJ let her know.

"Uncle Daryl might not be alive to do that, honey."

"Why isn't Daddy gonna be alive, Is Aunt Carol going to kill him?" Bambi, who had stirred awake, only moments ago, asked.

"No, baby, I'm going to kill him, go back to sleep."

"My mommy's actually killed people, she's so gonna kill my dad." Daisy whispered rather loudly to RJ.

"I wouldn't wanna be Uncle Daryl when he gets back."

"Daisy Caroline, you and Richard are going to be sleeping in your sister's room, tonight." Natalia turned on them.

"But, Mommy-"

"Go make yourselves comfortable, I'll be starting dinner in an hour, oh, and I'll be bringing your bedtime things down in a bit, I don't want to catch you going through their things, Daisy."

"I wasn't gonna." The girl rolled her eyes, folding her arms as the two young children stomped down the stairs.

Natalia was chopping vegetables when the front door sounded, the tapping of paws against the floor told her who it was.

Dog greeted her excitedly, jumping at the counter to see what she was doing, whilst Daryl strolled in.

"How's Rosita?" He asked.

Natalia ignored him, but her knifework got more aggressive, the carrot she was chopping was getting tinier and tinier.

"She okay?" He pushed, approaching her side.

She slammed the knife down, the hilt of it stabbing into the chopping board, staying upright on it's own, she then moved away, tossing a bowl of pasta into a pan of boiling water.

"You ain't talking to me?"

The next job was squeezing up tomato's blending them up for the sauce.

"Nat."

"Daryl, you fucking- don't, just piss off, okay, go." She turned to him, glaring daggers, pouring her anger into her sauce.

"What's yer problem?"

"I can't believe you." She shook her head.

"Hey, talk to me." He took the tomato's away from her.

"Our children are up there, sick. Ill, very, very ill. I asked if you could do one thing, just one thing! Be with our kids, stay with them, so I could help our friend." She pointed between the both of them. "And you couldn't do that! I have to come home to all four of them, alone, by themselves, because you wandered off! What the hell is wrong with you, Daisy and Bambi are six years old! They are babies, Archie is a literal baby, you left a one year old alone with his sisters, that can't even tell their lefts from their rights, and RJ, he's not our kid, Daryl! Which means, we can't make decisions, like leaving him unintended, if something were to happen, that is our responsibility and we, who we have to explain to Michonne if anything happens to him, do you not understand any of this? You are a father? It is your job to protect those kids, and as my husband, it's your job to do as I say! Not go gallivanting with your best friend whenever you feel like it! What if something were to happen, what if- what if our sick children, what if one of them were to have dropped dead-"

"Natalia!" He warned.

"No, Daryl! I am still talking. Our child drops dead, then they come back, they start on the other one, heading for the next, do you think Daisy could kill her own siblings, that a six year old can do that? Do you, cause I don't think she can, and I definitely know for a fact that RJ couldn't. Here's another scenario, the man, that had it out for us, kept me and you as prisoners, treated as dirt, because he wanted us as his "pets." he's just escaped, no one can find him, what would happen if I came home, and he was stood over our children with a knife, with a gun, with a pole. Or, his bat? Because, y'know, we are the ones who helped defeat him and his people, and had him locked up in a cage! Oh, yeah, we're at war, right now, with a crazy person and her clan of crazy people, who have been witnessed to do crazy shit, she knows us, she knows our faces, she knows we have kids, you especially know she's not above killing kids-"

"We took one of her people." He interrupted her.

She blinked, then again, then her face morphed into confusion.

"What?"

"Carol was sneaking off to go look for her horde, couldn't let her go by herself, stuff went down, now we got one of her people in the cell, Nat, I'm sorry, I had ta go."

"Oh, I'm aware of how high you have Carol on your list of importance, I just didn't realise where your kids were, till now."

"She lost her kid, Nat! You have no idea what she's going through, she's unstab-"

"There is no fucking way you just said that to me, right now." She cut him off. "I can fully understand and sympathise with her pain and her loss, and I get why she is so hellbent on this, but it's not your job or your place to act like her damn babysitter, dropping everything to run to her side, you have your own children you should be babysitting. If Carol's so determined on killing Alpha and finding this horde, that is her decision and her mission, not yours! So leave the damn woman alone and let her grieve."

"Is Aunt Carol in trouble?" A small croaky voice came from the hallway.

"Bammy, what are you doing out of bed?" Natalia asked the little girl, her bunny was in her lazy grip, a sad expression on her small face.

"Daddy said he would finish his story when he got back." She stated.

"What story, lovey?" Natalia asked her.

"About the sickness at the prison, and how you saved everyone's lives, and the piggies, and that Daddy had a huge crush on you, too."

"Bam-" He tried to cut her off.

"We got to the part about Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha getting sick, but then you left, what happened?" She then started having a coughing fit.

"Honey, honey just let it out, alright, don' force it." Natalia told her, rubbing the girls back, as she fell to her knee's.

Daryl was moving to get her a glass of water, but Natalia stopped him.

"No, Daryl, I boiled some, up there, get her that." She told him.

"On it." He said.

Bambi was still coughing when he also dropped to his knee's beside her, helping her slowly drink out of the glass.

"Hold on, baby, don' breathe and drink at the same time." Daryl told her, waiting for Bambi to stop catching her breath.

"Did anyone ever mention to you the special remedy Hershel used whilst we were at the vets?" Natalia asked Daryl.

"Nope, we were too busy being under attack."

"And everyone who was around are either dead or gone." She grumbled. "Carol would probably know, right? She knows shit like that."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

"Mommy... you said "shit" was a bad word..." Bambi whispered in an hoarse voice.

"I did, didn't I? Well, Mommy's a hypocrite."

"Does that mean we can swear?" Another voice asked.

"No." Daryl and Natalia both told Daisy.

"Bebe, are you okay?" She asked, half hiding behind the wall. "Mommy?"

"Yeah, baby, she and your brother are gonna be okay, speaking of which, I'm just gonna go find Aunt Carol, which also means that Daddy is definitely going to stay here and finish his story, aren't you."

"Yes, I will." He pressed.

"You should know, I do love you, but the love I have for my kids is more stronger than the self restraint I have from killing you If you put them in danger, again." She told him in a low voice.

"Ain't nothing gonna happen to them." He replied, in the same serious tone.

"Good." She nodded, getting up from the floor.

"Bee, get back into bed, your fathers gonna finish the story, Dase, you and RJ can go listen, as long as there's a window open and you stay away."

"Okay, Mommy." They both answered.

She went to walk towards the front door, but it had already opened, Carol coming through it, bits of food was stuck in her hair, also on her face, and neck, and clothes.

"The hell happened to you?" Daryl asked.

"Kids, go upstairs, I think this might have something to do with what Daddy and Aunt Carol snuck off for." She told the twins, still staring at Carol.

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unavernales · 1 year ago

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6 (six) 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .

tagged by my soulmate @mournus tagging you, you filthy animal

way too fine to fight but i'll still fuck these bitches up ; farrah

yucky blucky fruitcake - doechii / pink rover - scene queen / conceited - flo milli / attention - kennie / girl scouts - rico nasty / 3 musketeers - ppcocaine

#a; farrah #h; farrah #this is about HER i will not be hearing any opinions

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friendlyneighborhoodtree · 5 years ago

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im asexual or at least aspec but also bi i think so how do i know if i’m bi or just gay cause wow girls but boys too i guess

#dont read the tags probabaly #friendly neighborhood tree #genitalia are gross but like #girls? does my asexuality just have a preference? like sex is nasty but girls?#like #idk #cis girl genitalia is less like. not obvious just like not as in your face abt being there?#this sounds extremely problematic of me #i dont underdstand myself #girls r hot n boys are yucky except for like in theory???????????????#im so confused help please

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urmomsfavelesbian · 2 years ago

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what's on yr playlist of Songs That Make You Think Of Daya (that aren't included on any of dayas own playlists) pray tell 🙏

some of these are Scenario based, some are me @ her, some are just general Her <3 omfg this got SO long and SO embarrassing wow literally no one look this is absolutely RIDICULOUS

edited to add some/most of these are allllso obviously dayasco songs duh

i’m not a woman i’m a god, lilith, honey, strange love, coming down and alanis interlude by halsey bc i am Embarrassing but also listen to the lyrics and try not to think of Her (impossible)

she calls me daddy by king mala

brain soup by nasty cherry

yucky by charli xcx

g.u.y and sexxx dreams and judas by lady gaga

morning by teyana taylor and kehlani (gross lesbian sex music ew)

band practice by ambre (golden sunshine-y morning after while u lay in her bed and she plays u the guitar for u yaknow)

you make me feel and good girls go bad by cobra starship (scene kid betty 🤭)

pretty rave girl by s3rl (imagine meeting her at a rave and she gives u kandi and kisses u when the beat drops and etc etc etc)

just can’t get enough by black eyed peas

die young and your love is my drug and cannibal by kesha

hello, i love you by adore 😳

girl next door by trixie (she’s ur new neighbor, thin walls trope, etc etc)

partition, blow, and rocket by beyonce (literally so gross i shouldn’t have included these)

true love by pink

tear you apart by she wants revenge (🥴)

hi im a slut by lil mariko

slumber party by ashnikko

deepthroat by cupcakke i mean WHAT who said that literally who just said that gross i would never

okay UH ANYWAY !!!!!!!!!

#this is all of em #the rest is songs she’s performed or ones i stole from her playlists #the can of (brain) worms u opened by asking this #sorry it took so long im literally insane and felt the need to link them in case u wanna listen without looking them all up #anyway #asks #i did not include any lana bc that’s just simply too obvious #ashie 💛#my girls 💛💛💛

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itsthewritergal · 4 years ago

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We all are - F.W. x reader

Y/N hated Diagon Ally, it always set her nerves on edge. It was worse when she brought the twins with her, she was worried that Fred would see them and finally find out her secret. It wasn’t her choice to raise two red-headed nightmares up on her own but here she was.

“Harper would you stop that!” She snapped at Harper who was darting in between people’s legs as they walked,

“Sorry mummy” She said coming back to Y/N’s side and holding her hand,

“It’s ok Harper, I don’t want you to get hurt” She said suddenly regretting the harsh tone she had

“Mummy? Can we go to the toy shop?” Charlotte asked

“Not today” Y/N said, knowing that it was just asking for trouble

“Why not?” Charlotte said her bottom lip beginning to quiver

“We’re in a hurry today darling” “You always say that” Charlotte stomped her foot, attracting attention of some of the nearby shoppers.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called

“George hey” She smiled up at the tall ginger boy

“Its the man from the toy shop!” Charlotte whispered to her sister

“And who are these little loves?” George asked kneeling down and grinning at the girls

“I’m Harper!” Harper grinned

“And what about you? What’s your name?” “Charlotte” She answered looking up to Y/N to check that it was ok

“Are these yours?” George asked

“We’ve got to go, I’m sorry” Y/N said quickly, attempting to drag the twins away with her

“Y/N, can we catch up soon?” George said all the pieces seemingly falling into place

“Yeah, let me know when” She smiled pulling the twins away from George.

The image was burned into George’s mind, Y/N hurrying away with twin ginger haired girls, both who looked a little too much like Fred.

— — — — —

Y/N was stressed, both girls had come down with a particularly bad case of the flu, Y/N was overwhelmed, with little family around to support her she had no choice but to carry on. She had managed to escape for a few hours to go for coffee with George. A work friend had agreed to babysit for an afternoon.

“Hey Y/N” George grinned at her as she walked into the little cafe “I got you a coffee”

“Hey George” She smiled “How are you doing?”

“I’m ok, it was nice seeing you the other day” He said “Those girls are adorable, I didn’t know you had any ginger in you” He said with a wink, Y/N’s face dropped she knew that he had pieced it all together

“You know, don’t you?” She said

“That they are Fred’s” George said quietly “Yeah I kinda guessed”

“I suppose you’re going to end up telling him then” Y/N said

“I can’t hide it from him, I didn’t think you’d be able to either” “I only found out when we had broken up and you had left Hogwarts. That was why I dropped out” She explained “Twins as well” George chuckled “Bet they’re a handful”

“Yeah, I’ve managed to persuade a friend to have them today. They’ve both got some kind of flu” She explained

“What about your parents?”

“Don’t speak to them anymore, you know what they were like. When they found out I was pregnant with Weasley babies they ran a mile” She laughed sadly

“You could have spoken to me, Fred would have wanted to be a part of it all” George said, he went to continue but was cut off by Y/N’s phone ringing obnoxiously though the cafe,

“Hey, is everything ok?” She asked quickly “What do you mean St Mungo’s?” Y/N sounded panicked “An ambulance, oh my god. I’m coming now!” she said quickly placing the phone down, “Harper’s struggling to breath, She’s in St Mungo’s, Mandy had to call the ambulance. I’ve got to go” Y/N said hurriedly,

“Go! Go!” George pushed,

— — — — —

Y/N ran into St Mungo’s her heart beating faster than she knew possible, the receptionist pointed her in the direction of the intensive care unit. She stood by the doors, the doctor refusing to let her in.

“I’m sorry Miss but you can’t go in there” He said cooly

“She’s my baby! You have to let me see her” She cried loudly

“The doctors are doing all they can right now” He said

“Let me see her! Right now” She snapped

“Miss please calm down, else I’ll have to escort you out”

“Y/N” George called running up to her, Y/N didn’t see Fred behind him

“George they’re not letting me see her! I have to see her” She cried as he stood next to her

“Mummy” Charlotte ran up to her with Mandy holding her hand

“Charlotte” Y/N breathed pulling the young girl into her, “Thank you” She said to Mandy who nodded simply. Charlotte held onto Y/N as she picked her up.

“Y/N” Fred said finally coming into her view

“Freddie?” She whispered hardly believing her eyes, “You’re here”

“I’m here”

“Charlotte, why don’t you come with me and we can go find some ice cream!” George grinned taking Charlotte off of Y/N.

Y/N watched as Charlotte was carried away with George. “How is she?” Fred asked

“They won’t let me see her” Y/N cried

“She’ll be ok, she’s in the right place” Fred comforted her, “She’s got to be ok, I want to meet her”

“You’re angry aren't you?” Y/N said

“Of course not, I’m upset you didn’t come to me. I could never be angry with you”

“You said you hated me, I didn’t know how to talk to you anymore”

“I don’t hate you, I was protecting you” Fred said “My family was targeted, I needed to keep you safe”

“I Didn’t want to be safe, I wanted to be with you” Y/N cried,

“Harper’s mum?” The doctor said coming out of the room

“Yes, can I see her?” She asked

“She’s doing ok, it seems she had a pretty nasty strain of the flu. She’ll be alright. We’ve given her some antibiotics” He said “There isn’t any magic that can help I’m afraid it’s just waiting it out” He said

“She’ll be ok though?” Fred asked

“Yes she’ll be ok” The doctor said “I’m afraid you can’t come in and see her, but when she gets moved up to the ward you can stay with her”

“Thank you” Y/N said watching as Harper lay motionless on the bed.

“That’s good news” Fred said, Y/N didn’t reply “I want to be part of their lives Y/N” He said

“Of course, I never wanted them to grow up without a father”

“Maybe I could move in to yours, or you could move in with us. I’ve got the flat to myself since George left, there’s enough room for us all” He suggested

“You really want to move in with me?” She asked

“Of course I do, Y/N you’re the mother to my children I’ve always wanted a family with you” He said wrapping his arms around her, leaning his face down, his lips millimetres away from hers. He waiting for her to consent, she nodded slightly and their lips touched. Fred held her close, neither wanted to let go.

“Mummy! Don’t do that, boys are yucky” Charlotte said

“Hey Charlotte isn’t it?” Fred said kneeling down

“Are you mummy’s friend?” Charlotte asked, Fred looked up to Y/N unsure of how to answer it

“Charlotte baby, this is you’re daddy” Y/N said with a smile

“No way! Will you buy me ice cream?” Charlotte asked

“You’ve had enough for one day” George chuckled, “How is she?” He asked

“She’s going to be alright, we all are” Fred said with a smile, his arm still placed on Y/N’s waist.

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ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey · 4 years ago

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Imposter

Written for the Hinny Ficfest 2021.

Thank you @clarensjoy for organizing this! And an enormous thank you to @whiffingbooks for her precious help!

Prompt:

“His pickup line wasn’t as good as mine. Just saying.”

Disclaimer: I found some pick up lines on the Internet. The first and third were adapted to fit in the story, the others were let as is.

Also available on Ao3.

“Merlin! When I said ‘Accio the most beautiful woman in the world,’ I never thought it would work!”

Ginny froze, her lips inches away from the straw in her cold butterbeer, hoping that awful pickup line wasn’t destined for her, but, to her total disappointment, a young man with brown hair slumped his elbow over the bar next to her.

Shit.

His spicy perfume made her wrinkle her nose a bit, the scent so strong she felt like she could taste it on her tongue. Fixing her glass with a frown, Ginny decided to ignore him, hoping he’d take the hint and leave her alone. She hadn’t expected having to reconsider her decision so soon when she heard the next sentence he dared to pronounce, the words sounding filthy coming from his mouth.

“I’m Harry Potter, nice to meet you.”

Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath, not believing her ears. If there was one thing Ginny would recognize everywhere, it would be Harry’s voice.

That man wasn’t Harry. And he had the audacity to use Harry’s name to woo a girl in hope to bring her home tonight.

She turned her head towards the guy, noticing the round glasses and fake faint scar on his forehead. But the eyes were all wrong. Totally wrong. They weren’t that enchanted green that made her heart falter every time Harry landed his eyes on her.

Under the effect of the wave of indignation vibrating in her veins, she fisted her hand around the fabric of her skirt and exhaled through her nose.

“Oh really?” she asked him, her voice velvety and smooth. The guy sat more comfortably on his leather stool, sending her a grotesque wink at the same time. He nodded to her, playing with the side of his glasses and then, leaned over her, which caused Ginny to pull back.

“In chair and in blood. At your service, Mademoiselle.”

She couldn’t let this slide and it took her herculean strength to not hex him right then and there with the hardest bat bogey hex she’d ever manage to send.

“I’m so happy you’d changed your mind about me,” said Ginny, batting her eyelashes at the guy.

The guy frowned. “About you? What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember, Harry? You told me we were done.” Letting out a heavy sigh, Ginny passed her fingers in her long hair, before taking a sip of her cold drink. “I’m so happy to see you.”

Giving her a nervous laugh, the guy shifted on his stool. “I’m sure I’d have remembered you. A girl as good-looking as you? Nah. I wouldn’t forget you,” he said with more confidence.

Giggling, she bit her bottom lip, and then leaned towards the man. “That’s funny. They do say you never forget your first!” She widened her eyes, gasping. “Maybe I shouldn’t have Obliviated you that hard,” she murmured looking at the dirty floor of the pub and placing her finger on her chin like she was remembering the event. “You were just begging so hard for me to do it, Harry.”

The man gulped before looking at her with a stare Ginny could describe as half horrified and half judgy.

Perfect.

“Right. Erm. Listen, I’m not really Harry Potter. But hey! I may not be the Boy Who Lived, but I can still be your chosen one,” he chanted like he’d practiced that bad pickup line in front of the mirror a hundred times.

“Oh, you’re not?” asked Ginny, pouting. “That’s too bad. I guess you’re still cute enough.”

“Amazing!” exclaimed the imposter, clapping his hands in joy. “Are you interested in making some magic together tonight? My wand is all ready for you! I have a big one too,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Mine is ready too!” she responded with a devious look, taking out her wand.

The guy took a sharp breath at the sight. “You know what? I think someone on the Floo called me,” he said, pointing his thumb behind his shoulder.

“You don’t want to play with me? That’s a pity.”

“I’ll see you-”

“No thanks,” she said with a severe tone, sending a hex at his feet. Ginny was done playing. Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, threw her a nasty look, still wiping a glass, but said nothing. The imposter guy, dumbfounded, widened his eyes at her in fear. “Don’t try ever again to dress up as him to shag, understand? And you look ridiculous with these glasses by the way,” she shouted at him when he ran away.

“His pickup line wasn’t as good as mine. Just saying.”

Ginny, still fuming, jumped at the sound of the voice, spilling a bit of her drink on the bar. She turned towards Harry who was leaning against an empty table just behind her, arms crossed.

“Oh! Hello, Romeo. Fancy seeing you here, I thought you’d just left,” she said over her shoulder, looking at her brother’s best-friend.

Harry had a murderous look on his face. “I saw. Thanks for that. And, erm, sorry. I’d never had said this to you.”

“At your service, Cap’tain.”

Harry smiled a little. “I’m not your captain anymore.”

Ginny waved her hand, taking a sip from her glass. “It’s a tiny detail.”

“Right. Well, I’m truly sorry about this. I wasn’t expecting blokes to try to-”

“Don’t be sorry, you prat. You can’t control this. Plus, you weren’t the one trying to get into my pants tonight.”

Harry gave her a faint nod, uncrossing his arms. “Can I?” he asked, pointing at the stool next to her, to which she nodded without waiting, making place for him to sit by moving her legs from the way.

She glanced at him without saying anything and, like he’d read her mind, he answered her unspoken question. “Ron asked me to pick up our dinner tonight, so I ordered here.”

“Good choice. Their stew’s the best,” she said, her fingers on her straw.

“Mmm, I think your mom’s stew is better.”

Smiling, Ginny leaned in Harry’s direction, engulfed by the sweet scent of his soap. “She’s not here, you don’t have to pretend,” she murmured to him conspiratorially.

Harry faked a gasp. “Who do you think I am? I would never! Not to Molly Weasley. I’m way too scared to lie to her face. What if she finds out? And she would. I could even lose my place as her favourite Harry!”

“Well, I can confirm to you you’re also my favourite,” said Ginny, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

Harry held her gaze, his eyes glinting in the murky bar, making Ginny’s heart pump faster.

“I still think my pickup line was better by the way,” he said, breaking the intensity in the atmosphere.

She let out the breath she was holding. “Right. I still think you were drunk,” replied Ginny, a smirk on her lips.

Harry shrugged. “Maybe.”

Looking at the grumpy man behind the wooden bar, they exchanged a couple of words, Harry confirming his takeaway order again and paying, and then he turned to her.

“But I won’t confirm anything,” he said to her at last.

“What was it again?” she asked.

With a crooked smile, Harry adjusted himself on his stool. “Are you sure you’re not a Dementor? Because I’m sure I’d die if you kissed me.”

Ginny let out a chuckle, twirling the straw in her glass. “That’s such a pickup line for an Auror. Did you hear it at the Ministry?”

Putting his elbow on the bar, he replied, “Of course I did. But it was my favourite.”

“That’s what I thought.” She took out the straw from her butterbeer, pointing it at Harry in accusation. “I know you and you’re not smooth enough to think up one yourself. At least, Fake-Harry did,” she added, unimpressed. To add credence to her act, she looked down and pulled a lint from her skirt, and then sighed dramatically.

Harry acted offended which warmed Ginny’s heart. Since the battle, Harry was more closed, always sporting a frown, suspicious of everyone and everything. To see him carefree, exchanging nonsense with her in a public place like it was the most natural thing in the world, was a precious sight after all the horrors she saw herself.

She pinched her lips together and lifted an eyebrow, knowing she’d hit his competitive button. He squinted his eyes in concentration, ignoring when the bartender put his takeaway bag at his side, the rich and homey scent of the stew made with red wine filling the air and enveloping her senses.

“Did you survive the Avada Kedavra curse? Because you’re drop-dead gorgeous. Oh! Nevermind. That was me.”

Ginny, taken by complete surprise, spat out a bit of her butterbeer on the bar and started coughing, hand on her chest. Harry, laughing at her spontaneous reaction, put his hand on her arm, a simple gesture, yet, one confirming her he was there to help if she needed it.

“Merlin, Harry! All your pickup lines are dark,” she pointed out to him with a laugh, once she’d regained her composure. She wiped the liquid from her bottom lip and chin, mindful of not looking yucky when Harry was so close to her, his hand burning the skin of her arm.

He gave her a boyish grin in return, never removing his hand from her, his cheeks tinting pink. “What can I say, it is my charm.”

A moment passed, neither of them seeming to care about the flow of people walking close to them at the bar or the cheesy song playing on the wireless, spending the minutes looking in each other’s eyes, a goofy smile on their lips. Harry eventually cleared his throat, his mood darking. “And, er, you? What were you doing here? Are you waiting for someone?”

She shook her head, crossing her arms on the bar “No, I was here with Neville-”

Harry’s shoulders slumped a bit, and she wondered what she’d said to provoke such a reaction from him when his jaw squared. “Ah. I see.”

“- but Hannah finished her shift and he was drooling too much for me to stay there. I said I had to talk to Tom for my mum and just left. I don’t even think he noticed,” she said with fondness, remembering Neville stammering when he spoke to Hannah.

Harry’s demeanour shifted in a sudden when she mentioned Hannah and a melodious laugh escaped his mouth when she finished her story. “And he believed you?”

Sending him a wink, she put her straw between her teeth. “Just like your imposter did. I’m a good liar.”

He shook his head, eyes close, a small smile on his lips making him look adorable. There was something magnetic and captivating in Harry’s whole-being, always causing her to crave and long for more.

“You’re perfect,” he threw at her, earnest. It was totally unexpected and the passion filling his voice surprised her and left her speechless for an instant, her mind unable to come up with any reply. Blood rushed to her cheeks, her heart racing at high speed, and she fought with herself to tear up her gaze from his, to stop reacting like the teenager she once was.

Harry pressed his lips together without leaving her eyes, inhaling deeply like he was trying to gather enough courage. Ginny didn’t dare to breathe when he lifted his hand slowly, tentatively, to the lock of hair shaping the side of her face. His warm fingers grazed the skin of her ear, sending shivers in her neck, the moment filled with an intimacy they had never experienced before then.

“Come with me.”

“Where?” she whispered, her throat closing from nervousness.

Pulling back, he took the steaming bag with the forgotten stews and put it on his lap. “We’ll give that to Ron and Hermione and, I-I don’t have any other pick up lines in mind, shit,” he mumbled. “Would you come to dinner with me?” he asked, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Thinking back to the party at Dean’s yesterday, she remembered when he told her the dementor pick up line, how she’d hoped it could be real, and knowing full well she’d be the one dying if he’d kiss her. Ginny had spent the rest of the night imagining the feeling of his lips on hers, what it’d have been like to have him an inch from her face, enjoying the sensation of his firewhiskey smelling breath warming her skin.

She had followed each of his steps all night, not that she was proud of it of course, and hadn’t been able to shake off her excruciating desire for something to happen that was burning in her veins. Burning since, if she was honest with herself, years.

But, as expected, nothing happened. Nothing apart from Harry shooting her this weird, yet, charming pick up line. And as clumsy and kinda dark it had been, it had affected her for hours. From his attractive lips, everything could sound adorable. Nothing happened because Hermione had broken the moment by giving Harry a glass of water and her brother Ron had laughed at how Harry had clearly reached his limit that night. Harry, his jaw clenched, had simply scrambled up to his feet, away from her, and Ginny had missed on her his glazed eyes looking at her like she was all he’d ever wished in life for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t possible though, she’d told herself. She knew she had still been imagining things. That pick up line had surely been a joke so Ginny hadn’t wanted to dwell on it too much.

Now though, there was no possible misunderstanding and she came to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, Harry had been trying to flirt with her since a moment already.

“Yesterday? You were serious?”

Harry passed his hand in his hair with a sigh. “I know I’m bad at pick up lines. I wanted to crawl in a hole after telling you this. And clearly, you didn’t get my intentions-”

“I really didn’t,” she rushed to say.

Harry sighed. “I’m bad at this.”

“Really bad,” she confirmed, nodding with vigour, and Harry tried to poke her stomach playfully in response.

When their laughter died, he touched her hand, brushing and looking at her fingers in the most gentle way, electrifying her senses. Ginny realized he was still waiting for her response.

“I have a better idea,” said Ginny, too excited to hide it.

Tilting his head, he sent her a confused look.

“There is some stew at home that Mum cooked yesterday.” Harry squeezed her hand, his warm eyes illuminated as much as one of the flames of the candles burning in the Leaky.

“I couldn’t ask for more,” he said, getting off of his stool, Ginny mimicking him. “You, your mum’s stew-

She waved her hand at Neville and Hannah in goodbye. “Oh, wait until I bake you a treacle tart, Romeo,” she told Harry with a smirk, walking in the direction of the Floo with him at her side.

Harry groaned. "How long are you going to tease me like that? It's not fair! I'm not teasing you with your poem! Do you want me to recite it or-?" he asked her, beaming like a fool and reaching for her hand. Ginny's eyes widened in horror at his words.

"Fair point, Romeo."

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