#particularly cause he looked very christmas-y

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Obsessed - Part 7 (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Delulu Azriel takes issue with not being married to Y/n. (he’s just a girl)

A/n: @div94 being the lovely person and reviewing smut. Thank youuuuu ✨✨

Warnings: delusional Az, lots of smut, obsessed Az, shower sex, oral sex, against the door sex, minors please stay away.

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****

Despite his best efforts to keep her in bed, Y/n had pranced into the shower after they woke up around noon. 

There was an urge that guided Azriel to follow her into the bathroom for a shower. 

To kiss her shoulder and squeeze her hips and rub himself against her backside to rouse himself. 

To submit to the cause of pleasuring her as soon as he saw her looking at him with that spark in her eyes that had him utterly seduced. 

Oh and how quickly did he fall to his knees to lick the life out of her. 

Under the hot shower, with droplets cascading down every inch of her, Y/n leaned against the wall with her back arched and her breathing heavy as Azriel feasted on her sopping cunt like it was his Christmas dinner. 

Eyes closed, one hand playing with a breast and the other clutching his scalp, she let out little cries and pushed his face deeper between her legs. 

Good. 

Y/n was the only place where Azriel felt like he belonged. Between her legs, to be specific. 

She started taking quicker breaths and cried out his name like a prayer. Her grip on his hair became tighter and her hips were moving against his face.

Bless her thighs and how soft they were. 

Bless the meal he was already devouring. 

Truly, he belonged between her legs. Whether it was his cock, mouth, or fingers. 

She was whimpering and shaking and so fucking sexy with water dripping on her.  

And while Azriel wanted her to find her release with his lips waiting for more of her, his cock ached to take her. 

He removed his mouth and was rewarded with an impatient shout of his name. He knew he had edged Y/n too much. 

"Azriel," She moaned as she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. A roll of her hips took a little more in and soon, Azriel thrusted all of himself into her. 

Fuck him straight to hell, but his woman made his name sound like a blessing. A prayer. 

As if he had attained salvation. 

And he drilled into her savagely, knowing fully well that only Y/n could subject him to any salvation or damnation. 

Azriel watched as Y/n’s eyes shut tightly, felt her iron grip on his scalp, followed by the incredibly erotic sound she made that sent the naughtiest message straight to his cock. 

Her hair was damp and the water droplets adorning her body made her a sight that brought out a feral side of him. 

Azriel felt the need to take her hard and fast and she responded so incredibly that he could do nothing but thrust harder and elicit his name as a manner of plea. 

Her hands tightened on his arm and back, her short nails digging into him. At some point, she became too overwhelmed that she dragged her nails on his and red scratch marks were formed. 

In a desperate attempt to please her, he lifted both her legs and thrusted particularly hard at the point where she unconsciously grew louder. 

Her whimpers and his name on her lips became frequent. But no matter how much pleasure he found in taking her so roughly, she had to come. 

She simply had to. 

There was no other way he would be satisfied. 

"Azriel." She rasped. "Clo- Ahh! Close," and there was no way she would stop her voice. 

Azriel was even more determined to make her orgasm no matter how gratifyingly she clenched around his raging cock. He could only hope that it would happen before all his willpower exhausted to lose himself in her. 

A loud moan erupted from her and he knew she was done. She was satisfied. Her body that curved in pleasure slowly stopped and hips stopped moving with the speed she initially did to chase her own climax. 

Very soon, Azriel came, his face buried in the crook of her neck, hands around her body. From the look on her face, he knew that she was pleased. 

Azriel closed the shower and placed her on the table top where the washbasin rested and took the smallest of steps back to admire her. 

Y/n looked partially dazed at how thoroughly she had been fucked. It was rough and yet Azriel took care of her so well she could only hope that she was reciprocating enough. 

She looked at him and watched as he admired her and squeezed her nipples that gained him a sweet cry. His hands travelled to her hips and he found himself being pulled towards her by her hands around his neck.

And the weeks passed by. Azriel was more than content with Y/n as they romanced and fucked each other in their apartments.

****

Azriel was a happy man.

Why wouldn’t he be? 

He spent his days romancing and fucking Y/n. 

He was a happy man.

Or at least he thought he was right until he saw that fucking form. 

He had to get his passport renewed. Which was not an issue. His PA had filled his forms and supporting documents and had sent it to him for a final check. 

And that’s when he saw it.

The box for the name of a spouse. Blank. 

His sky high mood plummeted with the force of a meteor ready to destroy the earth.

He nearly threw his iPad out of the window because why was Y/n not his wife already? 

He looked at his left hand. Empty. 

No wedding ring. 

He immediately looked at that coffee table in the living room where Y/n had settled in. She’d sit on that thick rug and work and study there. 

Right now, she was at her apartment. She’d been there since last night, having an exam to study for. 

Azriel being the clingy, obsessed man that he was, he wished for her presence. 

And then his phone made that sound for a text alert. 

Y/n: exam over. i’m having lunch with erin and clare. will be late. 

Oh, great. Just when he wanted to hold her and fall asleep, Erin and Clare decided to exist in her vicinity. 

What was next? Orla, Michelle, James and every other character from Derry Girls? 

He took a moment to inhale and exhale a few times before responding.

Dinner.

He’d been learning how to cook these days. YouTube videos. Video calls with his mother. All of that. 

He’d even cooked for her a couple of times and she’d loved it. And he loved her. 

Gods, fucking damn it. 

Azriel: Have fun. Want anything specific for dinner? 

Y/n: make me anything and i’ll devour it and never leave your side. 

His chest felt tight. Like his heart was expanding and his ribs were painfully caging it in. 

Was he having a heart attack? 

He immediately texted his personal doctor.            

Azriel: I’ll hold you on to that. 

Y/n: i expect nothing else. see you soon. 

Azriel: Enjoy! 

He kept his phone aside, sat down on the sofa, rested a hand on the armrest and let his head lean back. 

Azriel missed her. It was fucking stupid. He’d spent some time with her yesterday before she insisted on leaving to study and sleep in her own apartment. It was exam week and today was her last exam.

The bed had been so cruelly cold without her. He woke up in the mornings, terrified at not seeing her and thinking that she realised that she was worth so much more that she’d left him. And then he’d remember where she really was. 

He glared at his phone, debating whether or not to tell her he missed her. 

He picked up the phone and texted those three words to her. I miss you. 

A few minutes later, she called. “Shall I come home right now?”

But he knew how much she needed the company after the exam. To bitch about the professor and the exams. Only a batchmate could do that shit well. 

They were probably getting personal with their creative insults so he simply refused. “No. Take your time. I’ll also finish up on some work.” 

It was true. He could distract himself with some work. Or a workout, which was not sex much to his chagrin. 

“Are you sure?”

“Your exam just ended. I'm sure you need time with your friends. I can hold on until evening.”

She remained quiet for a couple of seconds and Azriel would’ve thought there were network issues had he not heard her faint breathing. “Tell me if you feel otherwise, okay?” 

“See you soon, sweetheart.” 

“Byeee~” She trailed away and cut the call. 

He dropped a text to the bodyguards he’d assigned to Y/n to shadow her. They responded with her location, basic details of the people present about her, her overall mood, and a photo. 

Such a pretty girl. 

Then he saw that iPad. And he remembered his passport. 

Azriel sighed. Just this once. If he didn’t marry Y/n by the time his next passport expired, he might as well exile himself in his own country. 

****

“You stupid boy!” 

Azriel knew he was in for a scolding the moment he picked this call. “Hello, mum.”

“You send me a photo of a woman in the middle of the night and what do you write? That she’s going to have my grandchildren? And then, good night?” 

“Well-”

“And you’ve sent her CV? Azriel, the girl is still studying.”

“The age gap is of five years if that’s what-”

“Oh, she studied the same subject as me.” His mother was softening. He knew her. His lovely mother would never say anything against Y/n when she didn’t even know her. But he’d definitely be scolded. 

“Oh oh! Look, she’s written papers on. . .” And his mother began ranting off on subjects he’d only started understanding because he paid attention when Y/n spoke of them. 

See?

This is why he had to get married to Y/n.

Soon.

Even his mother would be happy.

The only question was when.

Azriel was standing on the balcony. He could see two pigeons perched on the roof of the opposite building, nuzzling each other’s neck. Even those fucking pigeons were probably married to each other and he and Y/n weren’t.

“Azriel, what’s she like?” His mother’s voice had softened. That’s how he realised that her question was not rhetorical.

“She’s. . .” And he realised he did not know how to describe Y/n. He sighed. And tried again. “Why do I feel like I don’t know enough words to describe her accurately?” 

How many times had he been left in awe of the woman Y/n was? 

Whether it was her beauty or her brilliant mind or anything related to her. He was always stunned. 

He’d just simply stare at her at any given point of time, wondering how this shitty world had someone as exquisite as her. 

It was even more of a mystery how she even came to accept someone as wretched as him.

“Azriel?” His mother’s voice made him realise that he’d been quiet for too long.

“She’s a miracle, mum.” It was not a description but a confession. He didn’t dare tell Y/n about this. 

They hadn’t moved beyond acknowledging that they liked each other but there were hints that there was more. From his side, there was definitely more. From her side, it was a slow but steady progress.

He could wait. Couldn’t he?

Why were birds married when he wasn’t?

Were those pigeons on a honeymoon? Because the way they were cuddling in front of him was sickening. 

How bad would it be if he shot them dead? 

“Then I’d like to meet her.”

“Soon.” 

His mother resumed scolding him for his abrupt message. In his defence, Azriel thought that sending Y/n’s photo and CV and a message saying ‘I’ve found the mother of your future grandchildren.’ and a normal ‘Good night.’ was perfect communication. 

The scolding eventually ended and the mother and son talked for a long time before the doorbell rang. 

It had to be Y/n. 

He’d received the update from his men that she had entered the building. 

“Can I talk to you later?” He headed for the front door. “Mhm. Love you.” And he cancelled the call as he opened the door for Y/n.

“Hello.” His chest was tightening. As if his ribs couldn’t contain his heart and all his feelings for this woman. 

Gods, she was so fucking beautiful, it was painful.

She was wearing her usual style of clothes. A coat, a sweater, jeans, boots. 

This combination of clothing was normal. 

A lot of people wore it. 

And only she was Y/n.

And he was only hers. 

Every smile, every shout, every tear, all her joy, all her burden—he wanted it all. 

She took a step forward. His cock ached. 

Azriel wanted to sink inside her wet little pussy and remind himself that he was hers, passport be damned. 

Every bounce of her breasts, every clench of her pussy, every cry that escaped her pretty lips—he wanted it.

He wanted her laughing and crying and shouting and moaning and everything. 

And at this moment, as Y/n stood outside his door, moving to enter his apartment, Azriel knew for the umpteenth time that he had been consumed by this woman. 

And even before she fully entered the apartment, he claimed her mouth for himself, a hand bringing her head closer. 

Her surprise at the passionate kiss was evident but then she responded, her hands clutching his arms, tilting her head in the perfect angle for him. 

He pocketed his phone, brought her in, closed the door, and took his time to enjoy her lips. 

“Can I have you?” He rasped, barely able to contain his desire. 

Azriel had to lose himself in her. 

And find himself in her. 

Nothing else could calm the chaos within him. 

“Right now?” And she was slowly inching towards that desire. Her body curved against his.

“Mhm.” And he kissed her again. This perfect woman. “Right here.” His hand found her belt and he was waiting for permission. 

Her eyes widened as she comprehended the scenario. 

Azriel knew she was picturing it. 

Being fucked against the door. 

And now he was picturing it in vivid detail. 

She’d cry and cling to him for dear life. And all the sounds. Gods, he was ready to die for all the erotic sounds they’d make. 

“Yes.” Yes. She said yes. 

“Remove your coat.” She complied while he worked on her belt. 

Her v-neck sweater would give him access to her neck. Good.

He spun her and had her back against him. “Hands on the door.” 

Y/n was such a pretty little thing when she obeyed. 

Her ass was firmly pressed against his front.

And she deserved to be rewarded for it too. 

A hand crawled inside her pants like a dirty secret. The cotton of her panties were sticking to her and the thought of it made him thrust harder. 

The other hand found crept inside her sweater and found her breast. He pulled the fabric down and began playing with her nipple. 

She squirmed. And his mouth found her neck. This was the woman he belonged to. He was hers and there was nothing else he could accept. 

“Dirty girl.” His finger was teasing her pussy over the fabric. 

Her body writhed in his grasp. “Don’t tease.”

And he pressed himself against her ass, groaning at the contact. “What do you want, Y/n?” 

Azriel nipped her ear and his lips found her neck. 

“Az, please. Your fingersaanhh.” She thrust her ass back against him. 

He really wanted to get rid of their clothes. Their pants were a hindrance but a part of him was determined to tease her. 

His finger was now gently scratching her clit, over her panties. But his own desires were growing rapidly. At this point, it felt like he was torturing himself the longer he delayed pounding into her. 

Her body curled and she would fall at some point, he knew that much. His free hand was already grabbing and playing with her nipples, pinching and twisting them. 

His palm was against her clit and another finger had joined him. 

Azriel had Y/n trembling like a fawn learning how to walk. “Does my pretty girl like that? Being fingerfucked?” 

When was he going to be hers? 

When was she going to be his? 

How long did he have to wait?

He let himself inhale her scent. Took a bite of that skin. He was pushing himself further and further towards intoxication. 

Was he falling off a cliff?

Or drowning in the ocean?

Or was it both or something else?

The way her ass pushed back and grinded against his cock was seriously sensational and that needed to be studied. 

Azriel watched her turn her head and whimper with eyes shut. “Yes.” 

He was drowning. And she was about to fall. Her legs were closing in, trapping his hand between them. 

He retreated his hand from her pants, kissed her cheek and jaw as he removed them. 

It was a relief when his own pants were pushed down and an even greater relief when his cock was released. His hand on her breast gripped it harder when he brought his cock to that wet pussy. 

“Do you see what you do to me? Do you feel it?” Azriel really couldn’t wait for a response. So he thrusted in as if he intended to never leave. To always be inside her. 

Y/n moaned at the intrusion. Her body had been pushed forward from the force and Azriel had let go of her breast to shield her forehead from the door.

And he had to move. To thrust his cock inside. And again and again. 

He wanted to devour those moans. Because they were his. She was making those sounds because of him. He felt another part of him claimed. 

Why was he so furiously thrusting into her? 

Was it the passport? 

Was it that he still wasn’t hers? 

But the sounds of wet skin slapping was a call for something. 

Something so raw that seemed to tell him that she was everything.

And that nothing else could matter because her existence triumphed over it all. 

That realisation was a hot spicy thing that he swallowed greedily. 

He needed to see her face. 

Kissing her neck was a fine occupation but he had to see her. 

To meet her gaze as he took all of her desires and gave her his own. 

“So fucking beautiful.” Azriel removed his cock fully and turned her around to face him. He kissed her deeply, all while removing her pants completely. He sank to his knees to complete the task when he felt her shoes. 

He made her place a leg on his thigh and removed her shoe and sock. After repeating it for the other leg, he rose. “Jump.”

With her legs around his waist, Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him for a kiss. 

It was such a simple action. 

One that she’d done many times. 

And it always made him happy. 

To be chosen by her. 

Azriel really couldn’t wait and he had her against the door. Once he entered her again, life bloomed in a new colour. “So perfect and tight for me.” 

Y/n grabbed his hair from the base of his neck. Her nails scratching him was another feeling. 

He wanted to be owned by this woman. 

Y/n was purpose. And he aimed to fulfil her. 

Azriel drilled into her like it was only business. They were surrounded by their sighs and moans and sounds of his cock thrusting into her tight pussy and the door rattling behind them. 

Everything was an encouragement to let loose. 

What was this if not a sign of matrimony? To be joined with her like this. To be able to learn her body and please her. 

“Az.” Her call was so sweet. “Someone might hannhghhh pass by. And. . they could hear us.” 

Anybody could hear them on the other side of the door. A delivery man. A neighbour. A friend. Anyone. 

And they’d be able to hear Y/n moaning like she was having the best fuck of her life. He certainly hoped he was able to provide that. 

What a woman. 

So beautiful. 

So perfect. Trembling and crying as he fucked into her like the savage beast he knew he was. 

And good she was, taking him like she’d been made for it. 

Made for him. 

His grip on her ass tightened. Fuck, she was so unbelievably plush. “Do you want me to stop?”

He’d die if she said yes to that. So he thrusted harder, hoping that she might now be so consumed by pleasure that she’d let him continue. 

Y/n was starting to tremble, trying to squirm in his hold. As if he’d let her go so easily. 

“I’m. . . close.” His hips rolled against hers. 

Azriel really couldn’t believe that his cock was inside her, wildly pounding into her as if he was a creature who hadn’t evolved past his primal instincts.  

He continued to fuck her even after she came. The door was still rattling as if a storm was brewing. He was still caught in that frenzy.

There was no way he’d accept not being hers. 

It couldn’t be. 

And if he were ever forced into that situation. . the thought of it boiled his blood. 

Nothing would keep him away from Y/n.

He came hard, groaning and grabbing her like Y/n was his only anchor to reality. 

Azriel’s home would always be between her legs. Whether she had wrapped them around him while they shared their most intimate type of hug or whether it was his cock or mouth or fingers inside her. 

Y/n was his sanctuary and he would do everything and much more to be hers. 

****

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[itwasntimethatdidit40]

You look like a fun place to sit.

Gif credits

Pairing: Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader

Words count: 2667

Rating: + 18, MDNI

Summary: You decide to enjoy a night at the movies, your neighbor Frankie ruins it all. Or maybe not?

Tags: pov second person, no use of y/n, fluff, sort of romcom vibes (?), smut, enemies to lovers, age unspecified but they are both full grown adults, Frankie is annoying but also cute and lovely and fucking gorgeous, reader has hair, breasts and vagina, other than that no other description of her is given, fingering (f receiving), sexual acts in public places (again? Again. I'm not even particularly interested in doing that irl I don't know what to say to you, please forgive me), pet names (honey, baby, princess), arguing, kissing, no use of Spanish because I terribly suck at it and I don't want to butcher another language LOL. If by chance I realize I forgot something I'll add it right away.

It’s my first Frankie ff and I’m so incredibly nervous to post it you all! I really hope it doesn’t sucks because I had so much fun writing it today in one sitting ‘cause I’m just an impulsive impatient mess. (Leo sun and Aries moon, what do you expect from me if not chaos? I had nothing a few hours ago, I even skipped WIP Wednesday and btw thanks for the tag @almostempty 🩷)

Title comes from a gif of Karen Walker from Will and Grace that I saw last night, it made me laugh a lot and this thing was born LOL

As usual, English is not my first language so please be gentle, no beta and no proofreading, it’s tiny and it’s all my fault, I’m sorry 💀 Thanks to anyone who will read this!

“Excuse me, you should stand up, that’s my seat” 

Frankie turns, looking at you with a surprised expression “I don’t think so, you’re wrong” he replies. 

Ugh, your neighbor.

Frankie lives two houses away from you. Last winter you had a fight at a neighborhood meeting because you pointed out that he keeps forgetting to put the recycling bins back in, and he told you to mind your own business and called you an hysterical witch.

A stupid fight that ended up with you not saying hello to each other and various other arguments about your flashy Christmas lights or his overgrown yard. You and Frankie fight constantly, about everything. And now he's here.

You glare at him “I’m not wrong at all, look” and you wave your ticket under his nose “P10, see? It’s my seat and you’re rude”. 

A grin spreads across his face “listen, honey, I don’t know where you got this ticket, you probably made it yourself, I bought it a moment ago and it’s the same seat” 

He takes a card out of his pocket and hands it to you, remaining comfortably seated with a large popcorn box. 

You look at the ticket, him again, the ticket again “how the hell is that possible?! I booked it on their website a week ago” 

He sneers “I told you! It must be a system error, I don’t know, I’m not getting up from here”

You are furious. The theater is filling up and you absolutely don’t want to leave, you have been waiting for this movie for months and you have inspected the theater map choosing a seat that would guarantee you the very best view.

“I bought it first, so I have more right to be here than you do,” you say firmly and Frankie laughs. 

“Where are we, elementary school? Listen, honey, go buy yourself another ticket and leave me alone.” He replies crunching on popcorn.

The way he calls you “honey” irritates you deeply, it sounds like an insult.

“I’m not going anywhere, YOU get the fuck out of here” you hiss. 

“No” he simply replies and then he turns back at the screen pretending you’re not there. 

“Truly a gentleman, as usual. I have no words.” you roll your eyes and search for an usher to ask for help. No one is there. 

The movie starts in 5 minutes and you don’t want to miss anything you paid for. If you went to the box office right now to complain it would take forever to get back in. 

“Fuck” you exclaim and sit down next to him huffing. You are sure that someone will make you get up very early and it pisses you off.

Frankie continues to nibble on his popcorn and looks at you with an extremely amused expression, it seems like the show has become you.

“Why do you care so much about this movie anyway?” he asks you. “Does any of your relatives happen to be in it?“ 

You’re fuming. 

His teasing tone, his vaguely Spanish accent, his smirk, the sound of him chewing, everything bothers you.

“No. Shut the fuck up” you tell him with a death stare. 

You won’t tell him that your favorite actor stars in it, that you have every photo from the set of this movie saved on your phone, that you’ve read every article about it, and that you couldn’t wait to enjoy it on the first day of screening.

You can already hear his raucous laughter. No, you would never tell Frankie anything like that.

“You're not one of that guy's crazy fans, are you?” 

“What guy?” you ask him, pretending not to know what he's talking about. “Gladiator is one of my favorite movies, that's all. I just wanted to watch the sequel in peace. Someone is stopping me, though” 

“That guy, I bet you like him, what’s his name? Paul Pascal?” he stares at you searching for every little involuntary movement on your face that might give you away. 

“Oh for God’s sake, what are you doing here anyway? Do you even know what you're about to see? They are Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, two different people, you uncultered swine.” You yell. This guy is impossible.

“Yeah, whatever, so which one do you fancy?”

“Fucking nobody” you lie “I just want to watch a movie after a horrible week at work, okay?” You try to play on his guilt. If he has one, you think.

“Well, I've had a rough week too, okay?” he shrugs without stopping to give you that annoying little smile. “And it's not my fault that this theater is having problems with its computer system.”

You glance at him, wondering if he's telling the truth, it's impossible to guess from his face.

People keep sitting in the front rows and you start hoping that luck will be on your side and that no one will make you get up.

“Okay, look, now we're going to watch this movie and then we'll go our separate ways, please don't bother me anymore"

“As you wish, princess” he replies ironically.

You don't even answer him, you're too busy checking that no other people come in.

Finally the opening credits start to roll and the doors close with a dull thud.

You made it, despite this unbearable guy, you feel victorious.

You begin to relax in your chair and you don't know why you turn to look at him, lingering on his face for the first time in months.

His eyes are fixed on the screen. In the dim light you observe his raven curly hair tucked under his baseball cap, his dark eyes, the line of his prominent nose, his scruffy beard, his mustache, just above a pair of lips that seem made for kissing.

Really, truly, gorgeous.

You're so busy arguing with him all the time that you never realized how handsome he is.

He's wearing a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you can’t help but admire the way the fabrics hug his body so deliciously. 

He’s just your type, built up in all the right ways, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off him until the last second. Then the movie starts and you look away.

He’s still your number one enemy, what the hell were you thinking?

When Pedro first appears, you shift in your seat, crossing your legs.

“FUCK” you scream internally “here we go”

Unbelievably stunning in his armor, you’re basically drooling. 

You try to stay as composed as possible but Frankie is next to you and notices.

He comes closer to you and whispers in your ear “So it was all about this guy… the fuss before” You feel one of his large hand brushing your arm that is resting on the armchair and you try with all your strength to remain still even if he causes a storm inside you and especially in your panties. 

“Shut. Up.” You hiss, without moving your gaze. You feel his breath on your skin and it’s intoxicating. 

He chuckles “Yeah, that was I was thinking” and throws another popcorn into his mouth.

Your cheeks burn and you're thankful you're in the cinema, in the dark.

“What’s so special about this guy?” Frankie approaches again “is his penis platinum by any chance? All my female colleagues at work are crazy about him”

You turn to look at him with the desire to slap him “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” 

“Okay, okay, I was just asking”

You hate people talking at the movies. You wonder if you could have a more annoying guy than Frankie next to you. Probably. 

Hotter? Probably not.

This dude hits on your last nerve but he makes you horny at the same time. 

Terrible combination. 

Frankie settles back into his seat and resumes watching the film.

You can't help but look at him from time to time and your desire grows. even if you're offended that he didn't even offer you his popcorn. Rude. 

His mouth pouted and his eyebrows furrowed as he seems all focused on the movie makes you want to cup his face and kiss him.

You can still feel the warmth of his hand on your arm and his breath on your neck.

Concentrate, you tell yourself, it's the neighbor you hate, the neighbor you hate, the neighbor you hate. Fuck. You want him so bad. This revelation drives you crazier than Pedro half naked on screen.

At a particularly bloody scene you involuntarily turn around and hide your face on his shoulder.

You feel his arm around you “hey, it’s okay. I’ll tell you when it’s over” and he holds you tight the whole time.

He smells clean and fresh, like citrus and sage with a light hint of cigarette that you assume he smoked right before entering. 

Your mind goes fuzzy and your pulse races at an impossibly high rate. 

“You can look now” and it takes you a few seconds too long to register his words. 

“Th-Thanks” you mutter, shifting back to your place. 

Halfway through the movie the lights come back on and Frankie bursts out laughing looking at you. “What?” you ask him with wide eyes “what is it that makes you laugh so much?”

“Your face” he grins “it's clearly painted on it how much you want that guy. He turns you on, huh?”

You roll your eyes “Oh my God! Can't you go sit somewhere else? Two rows down, look how many free seats there are”

“I like it better here” 

You cuss, there’s no way to get rid of him.

He has something magnetic that destabilizes you, your eyes fall involuntarily on his neck, slide along his broad chest and stop at the crotch of his pants. From the way he sits you can clearly see that he is quite big.

“What are you looking at?” he asks you amusedly. 

You immediately look up. “Nothing” 

“Nothing my ass. Did you like what you saw?” 

Fuck. He noticed. You're done for. You hate to make him understand that after all, yes, you like what you saw. He seems pleased, proud, you would so much like to wipe that little smile off his face. As much as you struggle to admit it to yourself, you like him.

“Well, maybe…after all, you look like a fun place to sit” 

You can't believe you actually said that.

Frankie's response is not long in coming, his eyes immediately darken and his smile twists in a mischievous way.

The lights go out again and you feel him tug gently on your arm “come here, pretty”

He sits you down on his lap and as the movie starts again he whispers “was that what you wanted the whole time? Were you offended that I didn’t invite you?” you can clearly feel his smile spread across your skin just before he places his lips on your neck.

You would like to say something back but his closeness makes you confused and excited.

He sucks your skin like he's hungry and you moan in the dark "shh baby you gotta stay quiet while I give you what you want”

You don't know how but you find the strength to reply, "God, you're so arrogant.”

He tightens his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him, now you are practically sitting on his cock. You feel it pressing against your ass, trapped in his pants.

A rush of pleasure wets your pussy and you bite your lips to hold back another moan, you hear his hoarse voice in your ear “Maybe. You like it though” You hate to admit that he is right. 

The heat of his body envelops you pleasantly, he raises a hand to one of your breasts and squeezes it over your shirt. You like his hands. They are big, expert and eager to touch you, they make your head spin. 

You completely forgot about the movie, which seemed impossible to you, if they had told you you would have laughed in their face. In no universe would you have expected this.

“God” you whine “oh my God” His hand slides under your shirt and reveals your breast pulling down your bra, it is still covered but now you can feel his skin against yours. His fingers gently grasp one of your nipples, pulling and twisting it.

“Open your eyes, baby. Watch the movie like a good girl” his voice sounds authoritative, it irritates you and another rush of pleasure floods you at the same time.

“It’s not that easy” you mutter between your teeth as you feel his other hand dangerously approaching the hem of your skirt. He slowly goes up, as you try to hold back and make sure no one notices what he’s doing to you. Luckily, everyone seems enthralled by the film.

At this moment you don't even know why you started arguing so fiercely, if you had known before you would have tried to smooth things over a long time ago.

His fingers reach your panties, you feel them barely touching you and you already feel yourself burning with anticipation.

They move under your skirt, pushing your panties aside, grazing at your outer lips and then dipping inside you “Fuck, you’re soaking” 

He moves them up and down between your folds, gathering your wetness towards your clit.

You feel his heavy breathing on your neck, his tongue running over your skin and his teeth nibbling on you.

“Fuck, Frankie” you cry 

“Eyes to the movie”

You want to turn around and straddle him but there isn't enough room and Frankie holds you firmly anyway.

He applies pressure on your clit just right, starting to move two of his thick fingers in circle over it, the motion of his hand is partially hidden by the fabric of your skirt and your moans die in your throat one after the other. Frankie is rubbing away your sanity, you feel possessed and delirious under his touch.

Your last shred of control is torn by his fingers entering inside you, claiming your cunt as his, curling and scratching at your spongy spot.

Your eyes are still fixed on the screen but your vision is totally blurred, you see nothing, you understand nothing, you only feel Frankie pumping incessantly inside you while continuing to rub your clit with his thumb.

You feel the soft reverberation of his voice behind you, close to your ear “good girl, you're taking me so well”

The subtle Spanish accent in his voice now seems to you the most erotic sound in the world, sweet, melodious, addictive.

He takes you to the edge, you throw your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes so everything goes black and you only feel him, until even biting your lips doesn't help anymore. He covers your mouth with his hand as you explode in a devastating orgasm, you moan against his skin, between his thick fingers that have just left your breast and you already miss them, feeling full and satiated by him.

He uncovers your mouth and kisses your neck, pressing his hand to your hip to keep you from slipping off his lap as your body trembles against his.

“Shit” you mutter “Frankie…oh my god”

“Do you think we can stop arguing all the time now?” He playfully says as he nuzzles at your hair.

“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked, you know, I’m just like that” you reply, grinning and turning around to finally fix your eyes on his. 

“I noticed it”

You take off his cap laughing and put it on backwards and before he starts to protest you kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth, tasting butter and salt on his tongue.

“Take me home”

“The movie isn't over yet,” Frankie observes, and you reply, “that means you'll have to take me to see it again and you’ll pay”

“Fine to me, princess” 

[personasintro]

pairing: mh!taehyung x reader

genre: smut

warnings: oral sex (f. and m.), protected sex, some dirty talk, explicit language (as usual lol)

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: merry christmas & happy holidays! 🎄 I came up with another spontaneous idea of showing you some more of mh universe, taehyung particularly! this is just a short and fun drabble to show you a little throwback of his. this is not the original mh y/n !!! please enjoy and I’d be very happy to hear your thoughts!

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“I—fuck, I only came here to fuck.”

He has to clear that out before this gets any further. He usually does before it gets to this point but somehow, there hasn’t been time to clarify. One minute he was dancing rather inappropriately with a pretty hot woman and the next she pulled him to one of the VIP rooms.

Now he’s standing with his pants down, his hard cock pulled out. While he’s trying to grasp the remains of his almost non-existent chivalry, he’s having a hard time to fully immerse himself in pleasure.

You pull his thick cock out of your mouth with a pop, shooting him a look of cheekiness from your position on your knees. “Me too.”

Thank God, Taehyung mentally sighs in relief. Not that he thought the opposite. After all, you were the one pulling him out of the dance floor (not that he’s complaining). He wants this just as much as you do. But still, he’s straightforward and honest with any potential hookups. While it’s not always hundredth percent received on the other end, he wants to do everything he can to prevent the woman from cursing him out or accuse him of leading on. Most of them always want more. Even when he’s honest with them.

But well… It's not like he can do much other than be honest from the beginning.

As you take his cock into his mouth again, he curses silently under his breath and stares at the sight below him. Fuck.

“I don’t date. This is just sex.” He finds himself saying, mind already hazy from the pleasure your mouth delivers.

Pulling off his cock again, you continue to pump him slowly as you let out a chuckle. “Same for me.”

That’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Great. Now get your pretty ass to the couch.”

He doesn’t fail to notice the sparkle of excitement that crosses over your features. You obey, getting yourself to your feet and balancing them in your heels. Getting your ass to the couch, Taehyung watches you the entire time and the way your dress got rolled up from your previous position.

You sit like a good girl, causing him to walk up to you. Pumping his cock a few times, you eye him hungrily. Well, he doesn’t have the entire night. Jimin is somewhere out there too, most likely getting his cock sucked as well but they promised to go home together. Taehyung doesn’t feel like bringing anyone to his place and this seemed like a good idea.

But he could do with a little foreplay either way. Jimin would surely understand if he might be late.

“Suck me off.”

You don’t need much. Taehyung’s deep voice and dark eyes often do the thing and before he knows it, you take him into your mouth again.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Taehyung moans, allowing his head to tilt back while you try to fit all of him into your mouth.

He grabs the back of your head, not thrusting into your throat as much as he wants to. He gives you time, not shocked by the little gag you make when his tip touches the back of your throat. But you take him like a good girl, letting him use your throat as he slowly starts to thrust.

“Shit, you’re taking me so well.”

Taehyung often lets his dirty mouth run wild. He says some of the things automatically but getting your cock sucked on Friday night makes things spill out of your mouth. It feels good. Taehyung is many things but being a liar isn’t one of them. Not when it comes to sex.

He continues to fuck your mouth, gripping the back of your head before he stops you and pulls out.

Despite your submissive position, there’s lust and excitement all over your face as you eagerly await his next words.

But they don’t come. Instead he drops to his knees in front of you, his smirk mirroring his as he spreads your legs with no other words. He doesn’t bother pulling down your ridiculous attempt of thong that barely covers you. Simply moving it to the side, he gets to work and presses his mouth to your core.

“Holy shit.”

He hears you, his mouth stretching to a smirk which you can totally feel. Usually he doesn’t waste too much time with oral sex. Not that he minds performing it but it’s not something that happens every time. But it’s only fair of him to do that since you’ve spent the last five minutes sucking him off.

He flicks his tongue against your clit, using his fingers to stretch your wet walls as your own arousal drips down your tight hole. Within the next three minutes, he has you cumming down on his tongue as he laps at your cum. He has you moaning, gripping his hair in pure ecstasy as you ache for him even more.

Pulling out a condom from his back pocket, he motions for you to turn around. You understand him immediately, getting on all four as your hands grip the top of the headrest.

“Ready?” he asks, giving himself a few testing pumps just to be sure. The last thing he needs is condom breaking.

That’s why he’s always prepared and carries condoms with him. Once he somehow ran out of them, just managed to get a hook-up when he wasn’t even planning it. The woman had the wrong size of condom and he thought he might cry. Sounds a bit dramatic but yeah, with a hard cock and no action things get intense and emotional.

The moment he sinks inside your awaiting hole, you both curse under your breaths.

When you mumble something about his size and how big he is (and he swears he hears you breathing through the entire time he’s pushing in) it definitely strokes his already big ego. Well, at least he’s aware of his gift from God down there.

“You want a minute?” he asks, fully nestled inside you as you exhale before giving him a weak nod.

He waits, massaging your ass as he feels you clench around him shortly after. He makes sure to ask you if he can continue and when he gets the green light, there’s nothing stopping him now. In the span of a few seconds, he starts fucking you fast and rough, just like he thinks you like. You’re definitely not the typical innocent type of woman. He might not know you, fuck, he’s not even sure if he remembers your name correctly but — he has a good eye for women like you.

The wild ones.

The female version of himself.

You weren’t secretive about looking for a hook-up either. He wasn’t in the mood anyway but then Jimin disappeared somewhere and he was left alone at the bar. Until you came.

One thing led to another and his previous plans changed. He ended up wanting to have sex tonight. It’s been a stressful week at work anyway.

You clutch to the couch desperately, whining and moaning while he slaps your ass, the sounds of your bodies colliding filling up the room.

“Look at this cunt. Wet and tight.” he grits through his teeth, delivering another slap to your ass which has you gasping for air.

Taehyung chuckles, deeply and audibly to your ears. “You like that?”

You moan.

“You like your ass getting spanked?”

“Ah, fuck, yes.”

“Such a perfect slut.”

That gets you even tighter, your walls clenching even more which makes Taehyung smirk at the response. He knew you were dirty.

Just what he likes.

“Fuck.” he growls, tilting his head back as he keeps thrusting.

His fingers digs into your asscheeks before one of his hands grabs the back of your neck. He squeezes, holding you in place since his rough thrusts has you all over the place.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m coming!”

The moment you start clenching around him, squeezing him tight, he growls and picks up the pace. When your orgasm is gone and you’re left panting, he pulls out. Understanding perfectly what he wants, you sit in your previous position. Dress all messed up and exposing one of your breasts along with your nipple, Taehyung mentally groans at the sight. He pulls out the condom, tossing it on the floor carelessly as you stick your tongue. He jerks himself off, fast and furiously as he’s on the edge. A minute later and the first spurs of his cum paints your tongue and chin. Some of it shoots up your nose while he’s trying to aim as best as he can. He doesn’t want it to get it into your eyes and ruin your pretty make-up.

He pumps the last remains of his thick cum, your mouth closing as you swallow it. He shoots you a smirk, pulling up his pants along with his boxers as he tucks himself.

You adjust your dress, wiping his cum with your finger before pulling it back to your mouth. Standing up, you go to the nearest mirror to check your appearance.

“This was fun.” you comment, turning to him just to find him giving you an amused grin.

“Indeed.” he agrees, the two of you sharing a look of joy from having your needs met.

He salutes you a goodbye, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Both of you go different ways but not before he holds the door for you. Shooting him one last wink, Taehyung chuckles before going down the stairs. Soon enough he finds an impatient Jimin with his arms outstretched in a questionable manner.

“Where have you been?”

“Last minute fuck.”

“And here I thought I’m the only one getting my dick wet tonight.” Jimin muses, adjusting Taehyung’s shirt for him.

The younger pats his shoulder before saying; “Not tonight, Jimin-ah.”

The two of them get out of the club with boyish grins, getting to their awaiting cab.

[jarofstyles]

Dadrry and missus making Christmas cookies with their kid please please please

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“That’s a very beautiful…” Harry looked over to Y/N for help as he tried to distinguish what it was that his son had made on the cookie.

“Snowman.” Y/N mouthed to him to save him. She wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t been babble singing the Frosty song. It did clash with the Christmas music playlist they had playing in the back but she didn’t mind. He seemed to take after Harry in the singing a song in his head, more particularly one place of the son, over and over again.

“A snowman! Wow. The blue top hat… red snow… what beautifully artistic choices.” He kissed the top of his curls before bringing a wet cloth to his face. It was covered in smears of icing, his little apron even worse. Sitting in the booster seat, his tongue was out in concentration as he used the piping bag the best he could.

“He is cool.” The boy chirped, making a messy squiggle on the top hat. “He is one of the snowman’s that come to life and he makes bikes. He rides it in the towns.” The matter of fact tone of his child made Harry chuckle, taking his seat next to him as Y/N slid over the paper plate with a few blank cookies she had cut out.

“Mm. I can see that. He’s very cool, bug.” Harry took two of the clean piping bags and held up the colors to his son. “Should we do white or blue for the snowflakes? What looks more cool?” He always liked having him involved in decisions. Making sure he knew his opinion and thoughts were valid with them.

He stopped his own piping back and scrunched his little nose, looking between the colors. It took a moment before his eyes fell to the pink bag nearly in line after Y/N had wiped them clean from his sticky fingers. “I think… pink. Pink cause… cause mommy says pink is cool for everyone n’it isn’t only for girls and we can use pink cause it’s pretty.” He nodded very seriously.

“Mommy is very correct. Colors aren’t for anyone in particular. Anyone can enjoy them.” He shot his wife a sink, nudging her foot under the table for a job well done. “So we want to do pink snowflakes? We can. I doubt they’ll look as good as your mom’s but… we can try.”

Y/N was good at cookie and cake decorating, always able to make it look pleasing to the eye. Harry? He wasn’t so gifted. It was the basics for him otherwise it turned into a mash of color.

“Pink snow! Pink snow! Pink snow!” Their child giggled as he grabbed one of the other cookies that was covered with mostly pink icing and handed it to Harry, not minding icing getting on his hands at all. “See? We did pink angel. Mommy helped.” He could tell from the little smile face and easily controlled halo and wings that he had done the base and Y/N added the details.

“Oh, wow! Look at that.” He raised his brow and looked at Y/N who smiled to herself as she finished her cookie.

“You and mommy are so talented. A pink angel. Who would have thought. I’m very impressed, bug. You’ll have to show me your creative process.”

“He is a mastermind.” Y/N hummed. “Very creative. Christmas cookies are always delicious but he helped with everything while you were working. He put the cookie cutters in and helped roll the dough with his own rolling pin.” She was doing the obvious parent brag that the baby couldn’t quite pick up on yet.

“I am a natural.” He said proudly, beaming with his little dimples and eyes he got from Harry. “Mommy said so. She said I cut the cookies out so good that the chef on the tv would be so jealous.”

“I bet he would be, little love.” Harry chuckled. “I sure am. You’ll have to teach me. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. I will help.” He chirped in that childlike what that made it all seem so simple. “But you gotta practice, practice, practice. Member? You said it when- when I was learning the ABC song. You gotta.”

“Of course. I always remember. We will make some more tomorrow. If we have anything else in the oven now I think your Mumma will be too tired to have hot cocoa. And we don’t want that, do we?”

[zapreportsblog]

❝Not a people person❞- I love the mention of Garrett of having a furry fetish. I thought that was very funny.

Garrett x Teacher Reader

Where the reader is a Pre-k teacher. She stands at 5ft 6 in. She has long red hair that goes to her waist that she keeps in a braid most of the time. She has tan skin with hints of freckles. She wears circle frame glasses.

It's around Christmas time when Garrett goes to visit the reader in her classroom as she is decorating her room for the holiday party. He helps her decorate and she invites him the party. During the party she sees her students reacting with Garrett and having fun with the present he has brought for the students.

Feel free to add or change anything

❝christmas fun❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : it’s around Christmas time when garrett decides to pay his mate a visit at her job, but behold she’s decorating her classroom to make it look more like the holiday that was coming up, Christmas!

✭ authors note : I like how you allow me to change things up or add things if necessary cause girl/boy/ nonbinary individual, it was hard asf finding someone who matches your description of the reader 😭 hell I’m listening to Christmas music as I write this

✭ twilight masterlist 2

(Y/N) was a dedicated pre-K teacher with a heart as warm as her long, fiery-red hair. Her braid swung gracefully as she moved about the empty classroom, setting the stage for a magical Christmas wonderland. Her rounded-framed glasses rested on her freckled nose as she meticulously arranged 3D statues of trees, turning her classroom into a winter forest.

At 5 feet 6 inches tall, she may have seemed petite, but her energy and creativity were boundless. The children had gone home hours ago, but (Y/N) remained, determined to create a holiday atmosphere that would captivate her young students when they returned.

As she sprinkled fake snow on the ground, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of their delighted faces when they saw the transformation. Every year, she went all out to make the holiday season extra special for her little ones.

Meanwhile, in a world beyond the realm of pre-K classrooms, a figure approached the school with an air of grace and mystery. Garrett, her boyfriend and a Norman vampire, had grown curious when (Y/N) hadn't come home at her usual time. His deep-set eyes held an eternal agelessness as he stood at the school's entrance, wondering where his mate could be.

With his impeccable timing, Garrett entered the classroom just as (Y/N) was wrestling with a particularly stubborn Christmas tree. He smiled as he watched her, the glow of her dedication making her all the more enchanting.

"Need some help there?" Garrett's voice was smooth and soothing, a contrast to the chaos of the half-assembled tree.

(Y/N) jumped, her heart leaping in surprise as she turned to see her vampire boyfriend. "Garrett!" she exclaimed, a mix of relief and delight washing over her. "You scared me!"

He chuckled, moving closer to her. "I couldn't help but wonder why you hadn't come home yet. And now, I see you're creating a winter wonderland here."

She blushed, a slight tinge of pink dancing on her freckled cheeks. "I wanted to surprise the kids when they come back. Make it feel like a magical forest. But this tree seems to have a mind of its own."

With a flourish of elegance that only a vampire could possess, Garrett effortlessly maneuvered the tree into place. "Well then, let's make this forest even more magical, shall we?"

Together, they decorated the Christmas tree, hung 3D snowflakes from the ceiling, and wove strands of twinkling lights around the room. Garrett's supernatural speed and precision were the perfect complement to (Y/N)'s artistic vision.

As they worked side by side, the classroom transformed before their eyes into a dazzling winter wonderland. And in that moment, amid the laughter, love, and holiday magic, (Y/N) knew that this Christmas would be truly special, thanks to the unexpected help of her vampire mate, Garrett.

With the classroom now transformed into a winter wonderland, (Y/N) and Garrett stepped out into the empty school corridor. The soft glow of the Christmas lights they had hung still twinkled behind them.

As they walked, Garrett seemed lost in thought for a moment before he turned to (Y/N) with a suggestion. "You know, (Y/N), since you've put so much effort into making this classroom look amazing for the kids, why don't we drop by for their holiday party tomorrow? I'd love to see their faces light up when they see this magical wonderland."

(Y/N) looked at Garrett, her heart touched by his thoughtfulness. "Garrett, you don't have to do that. I know how uncomfortable you can be around large groups of people."

He nodded, acknowledging her concern. "I do have my moments, but for you, I'm willing to make an exception. Besides, I want to be there for you. I want to see the joy you bring to these kids' lives."

Tears of gratitude welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she realized just how much Garrett cared for her. "You truly are something special, you know that?"

He smiled warmly, his centuries-old eyes filled with affection. "And you, my dear, are the most special person in my life. So, will you let me accompany you to the party tomorrow?"

(Y/N) couldn't resist the genuine warmth and sincerity in his request. "Of course, Garrett. I'd be honored to have you by my side. Tomorrow, we'll share this magic with the kids together."

They continued down the corridor, hand in hand, their hearts intertwined in the spirit of the season. Garrett's willingness to step out of his comfort zone for her was the most precious gift she could have asked for this Christmas, and (Y/N) couldn't wait to share the joy of the holiday party with him and her young students.

In the wee hours of the morning, as (Y/N) slept peacefully, her classroom ready to welcome her young students to their Christmas wonderland, Garrett sat in the dimly lit living room of their home.

With his thoughts running wild with creativity, Garrett reached for his phone and dialed a number he hadn't used in a long time. It rang several times before a familiar voice answered, "Hello?"

"Benjamin," Garrett began, his voice low, "it's been too long. I need to ask a favor of you."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a sigh. "Garrett? Is that you? "

"Yes and I do apologize for calling so late," Garrett replied, his tone earnest. "But I need to see you, Benjamin. It's important. Can you make time to meet me tomorrow? I'll explain everything then."

Benjamin hesitated for a moment, clearly wondering why his lifetime friend wanted to see him, but then he seemed to realize that Garrett would never ask a request of him if he knew that request would be harmful. “Alright, Garrett. I trust you. Tomorrow it is. Just let me know when and where."

A sense of relief washed over Garrett as he replied, "Thank you, Benjamin. I'll be in touch with the details soon. It's good to know I can count on you."

With that, they ended the call, and Garrett sat in the quiet of the early morning, his mind racing with thoughts.”

The next day dawned crisp and clear, with excitement in the air as (Y/N) stood in her transformed classroom. Her young students had finished their limited morning lessons, and now, in the afternoon, the classroom had come alive with the sound of music, laughter, and the joyful chatter of children.

Party hats adorned tiny heads, and colorful decorations added a festive touch to the room. Parents had come to help supervise the holiday celebration, and they couldn't help but admire the magical winter wonderland that (Y/N) had created.

As the children danced to the music and devoured their snacks, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile, her heart warmed by their happiness. She was busy handing out small gifts to her little ones when she noticed two figures standing at the doorway, their presence shrouded in an air of mystery.

Her eyes widened with surprise and delight as she recognized Garrett and his friend Benjamin. But something was different about them today. They both wore contacts that hid their distinctive red eyes, a necessary precaution to blend in with the human crowd.

"Garrett! Benjamin!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine joy. She approached them, a bit puzzled by their unexpected visit. "What brings you here today?"

Garrett wore a mischievous grin as he held a large sack in his hand. "We thought we'd drop by a bit early and join in the festivities," he said, his tone light. "But before I explain further, allow me to properly introduce my friend, Benjamin."

Benjamin extended a hand with a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Garrett has told me so much about you."

(Y/N) shook Benjamin's hand, feeling a sense of ease in his presence. "Likewise, Benjamin. It's wonderful to finally meet one of Garrett's friends."

Garrett, unable to contain his excitement, motioned to the sack he was carrying. "Now love, I can see your eyes on the sack here but don’t worry bout this sack, we just brought a little surprise for the children. Now why don’t we join the fun?"

Curiosity piqued, (Y/N) nodded, intrigued by the mysterious surprise. "Of course, you're more than welcome. The children will be thrilled to have you join in."

As Garrett and Benjamin stepped further into the classroom, the children's eyes widened with wonder at their unexpected guests. (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder what lay inside that sack and why Garrett had gone to such lengths to create this surprise.

“Alrighty children, gather round we have some special visitors.” (Y/n) says instantly attracting the children’s attention onto her.

“Hello there boys and girls, and parents alike. My name is elf garrett and this here is elf Benjamin. Would you ladies and gents be ever so kind to follow us to your classroom rug?” Garrett bows playful at the end.

The children gathered eagerly on the classroom rug, their eyes wide with anticipation, as Garrett and Benjamin prepared to share their special surprise. The room was filled with a chorus of excited whispers as they settled into a circle.

Garrett cleared his throat and smiled down at the eager faces before him. "Alright, everyone, settle down," he called out in his most jovial tone. "My friend elf Benjamin and I have a little something to share with you today."

The children's attention was fully captured, and they sat with rapt attention, waiting for the surprise to unfold.

Garrett began, "You see, Benjamin and I are Santa's special helpers."

A small hand shot up. "But why aren't you tiny little elves like in the stories?"

Benjamin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, that's a great question! You see, we used a bit of Christmas magic to grow big so we could blend in with all of you."

Another child couldn't contain their excitement. "Did Santa send you on a super cool mission?"

Garrett beamed at the question. "Yes, he did! In fact, he saw how good all of you have been, so he asked me and Elf Benjamin here to bring you all some special gifts."

The children's eyes widened in delight, and the room buzzed with excitement as Garrett reached into the sack and began handing out gifts to each child. Their grins grew wider as they tore open their presents, discovering small treasures inside.

Once everyone had received their gifts, Benjamin leaned in, his eyes filled with mischief. "Now, it's time to guess what my job for Santa is."

The children's imaginations ran wild, and they began shouting out their guesses.

"You make toys!"

"You wrap presents!"

"You feed the reindeer!"

Benjamin laughed, shaking his head. "Those are all great guesses, but I'm actually the snow elf."

The children exchanged puzzled glances. "The snow elf? What does a snow elf do?"

With a twinkle in his eye, Benjamin explained, "I make it snow for everyone around the world. That's how we get all the beautiful snow on Christmas Day."

Excitement filled the room as the children's faces lit up. "Can you make it snow? Please, we want to see!"

Benjamin looked at Garrett, who nodded in approval. With a sly smile, Benjamin raised his hand, and suddenly, flakes of snow began to drift down from the ceiling. Gasps of astonishment filled the room as the children reached out to catch the magical snowflakes.

Garrett and (Y/N) shared a knowing look. They had seen Benjamin's elemental powers before, but the wonder and joy in the children's faces made it feel like Christmas morning itself.

As the snow continued to fall, laughter filled the classroom, and the children danced and played in the enchanting snowstorm created by the snow elf. It was a moment of pure magic, a memory they would carry with them for years to come, and a testament to the power of the holiday spirit.

[bluegekk0]

Top 5 songs that remind you of Grimm and Vyrm

(For some reason I read that as "things" at first and was like "how am I supposed to pick just 5" hahaha)

1. "Me and My Husband" by Mitski - I mean, I don't have to say anything, you know there had to be at least one Mitski song featured here. This one in particular is just so Grimm x Vyrm coded, I love it. I think it represents them as they are now, seen from Vyrm's perspective. Still struggling with their pasts, but finding comfort in each other.

2. "The Shore" by Woodkid - I've been listening to this one a lot lately, it's giving me strong vibes of Grimm during the time when Vyrm was gone, all his regret about not confessing his feelings while he had the chance, as well as his love and devotion to him. It's very somber and sweet, and I'm considering making a drawing inspired by it (or at least using some of the lyrics as the caption)

3. "In the Flood (Lovisa's Version)" from Horizon Forbidden West - this one, on the other hand, is very Vyrm coded. The lyrics fit his emotional struggles very well, his loneliness during his rule, his regrets, and how much he looks up to Grimm and feels safe around him. But there's still that sense of doubt, that he's never good enough. It captures him really well.

4. "Song for Ten" from Doctor Who - cheesy Christmas-y song with love and loss at its core. Similar to the second song, it reminds me of Grimm's feelings after Vyrm disappeared. Perhaps the song could represent Grimm if Vyrm never actually returned, and him possibly learning to live with that thought and focus on remembering all the good times they experienced together, instead of wallowing in despair. Also, the campy sound fits their relationship so well. They really are that obnoxiously in love, cheesy couple.

5. "Spillways" by Ghost - left this one for last cause the meaning is a bit more ambiguous in relation to the characters. But I wanted to mention it cause the interpretation of the song to be about the darkness inside that's waiting to spill out fits Vyrm in particular, and thinking about him made me learn to appreciate the song 10x (I didn't like it as much before). The darkness in his case could be all the trauma he endured that be kept bottled in, and the lyrics about the "need to bleed" make me think of all of his self-loathing which just feeds his guilt. The song has a lot of religious motifs which is why it doesn't exactly fit him, but I think the general message can still be interpreted from a more personal angle, which I do think matches his general character. Also it's a really good song.

Honorable mentions:

"Nocturnal Me" (particularly Ghost's cover) - definitely fits the concept of Grimm's devotion to Vyrm, and it has this slightly devil-esque, sinister energy to it which reminds me of his vibe. Also it's kinda horny. Not much to elaborate here.

"Sprigs of Sorrow" and "Eternal Longing" from the Hades II soundtrack - these are instrumental tracks so I didn't mention them in the list, but the way they sound matches Grimm's vibe perfectly. The first half of each track is somber, which represents his inner loneliness and sadness, while the second half becomes a lot more intense, which makes me think of his anger and grief. At his sister for banishing him, and at himself for failing to be there for Vyrm when he needed him most, and at anyone who tries to wrong his love in any way. Plus they have this slightly sinister undertone to it, which I associate with the "god of nightmares" aspect of his character.

[thnxforknowingme]

Naughty and Oh, So Nice

Pairing: Kublam

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Kublam returns for some seasonal smut! Kurt and Blaine don't see Sam much nowadays, so when they're all in one place over the winter holidays, they have to take advantage of the occasion.

Notes: Many thanks to all the other writers who have contributed to the 2022 Kublam explosion. This particular fic could be seen as a distant sequel to Confluence, but otherwise isn’t connected to the quasi-shared ‘verse created in the Impromptu Unofficial Kublam Summer Smut Fest. For the purposes of this fic, I imagine that Kurt, Blaine and Sam all had sex together semi-regularly while living in the loft, but that was the extent of their relationship. As in canon, Sam eventually moved back to Ohio and Kurt and Blaine eventually got married. This fic takes place approximately five years after their first threesome. Special thanks to the Lima Bean Discord server - particularly Court, Jen @1908jmd and Gwen @cerriddwenluna - who gave invaluable feedback to help me write something that even approximated sexy when I was feeling extremely unmotivated.

Christmas in Ohio - slushy and cold, the trees barren and sky the palest blue, suburban lawns decorated with the tackiest of inflatable singing decorations. More importantly, family and friends brought together after long periods apart. Present-giving, meal-cooking, and cozy reunions of all kinds.

Kurt could work remotely, and Blaine was between jobs - bad for rent payments, good for vacations - so they were able to spend over a week back in Ohio for Christmas, away from the holiday crowds of New York. They spent most of their time with family, but when Blaine’s parents departed on a Caribbean cruise on December 26th, leaving the Anderson house entirely empty, they gathered all their high school friends who were in town for a good old-fashioned Glee Club party.

The festivities lasted late into the night - drinking cider and wintery cocktails, decorating and feasting on Christmas cookies, singing songs around the piano. Finally guests began to reluctantly leave, as many had flights or family obligations the next day. Kurt had walked out to wish Rachel goodnight at the door, leaving Blaine to continue a heated debate with Sam, their last remaining party guest.

“A Christmas movie has to have like, Christmas-y themes,” Sam insisted. “It has to feel warm and cozy, you know?”

Sam was wearing a Santa hat with a bell in the white puffball at the tip, which jingled every time he moved his head.

Blaine took the miniature candy cane he’d been sucking on out of his mouth to respond. “Maybe your definition of how Christmas feels is just too narrow.”

Blaine heard the front door shut, and the sound of Kurt’s footsteps returning to the room. “Kurt,” he started, hoping he could get his husband on his side - Kurt was great at winning arguments, something Blaine normally loved about him, except when he was the person Kurt was winning against. “What do you -”

“I am entirely uninterested in arguing semantics over Die Hard,” Kurt cut him off as he sat down on the couch.

“Ha!” Sam shouted, as though Kurt’s refusal to participate meant a victory for him. He threw an arm around Blaine’s shoulders, and the movement caused both of them to stumble, the bell in Sam’s hat jingling as they regained their balance.

Sam smiled over at Kurt, then glanced around the room. “Is everyone else gone?”

“Yep,” Kurt said, tucking one of his feet beneath him. “It’s pretty late.”

Sam looked at his wrist, but there was no watch there. “I guess I better get going, then.”

“You, sir,” Blaine said, tapping the center of Sam’s reindeer-patterned sweater to make it abundantly clear who he was addressing, “are too drunk to drive home.”

Sam stared down at Blaine’s finger, and then looked up to meet his eyes. “That is very true.”

“Well, you’re welcome to crash here for the night,” Kurt said, “or for however long you need to sober up.” 

Blaine saw Kurt smile, and his own chest filled with warmth. He knew that Kurt missed Sam ever since he moved back to Ohio. Blaine and Sam had enough in common that they texted each other frequently about movies and comic books, and occasionally managed to align their schedules and play video games together. Kurt didn’t tend to talk to Sam much when they weren’t in the same physical location, but Blaine knew he valued their friendship and was glad to be back in his company.

Blaine ducked out from under Sam’s arm and headed for the couch, collapsing next to Kurt. “This has been a very merry Christmas,” he said.

“You did go pretty hard with the peppermint schnapps.” Kurt replied with a wry grin. He looked up at Sam and patted the couch on his other side. “Come on,” he said.

Sam sat down - close to Kurt, but not leaning into him like Blaine was. “It’s been a long time since it’s been just the three of us,” Sam commented.

With those words, something in the room changed - the heat from the electric fire seemed suddenly more intense. Kurt glanced down at Blaine. Blaine raised an eyebrow, and Kurt smiled back. “That’s true,” Kurt acknowledged slowly.

Blaine sat up slightly, so that he could look at Sam. He sucked on his candy cane as he considered his next words. “Maybe we could do something to celebrate this reunion,” he said. “For old time’s sake. What do you think, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Definitely.” He paused. “You’re talking about sex, right?”

“Yes,” Kurt and Blaine said simultaneously.

“Then yeah, totally,” Sam agreed, already sliding closer to Kurt.

The music that had been playing through the Anderson’s sound system ever since the partiers ceased their caroling clicked over to Santa Baby just as Kurt leaned in to press his lips against Sams’.

.

There was something nostalgic about all three of them together like this, and they settled into their dynamic with the familiarity of slipping on a cozy Christmas sweater or stepping back into a childhood home. The give and take of three bodies maneuvering together, the sounds and tastes of each other igniting old memories of times in the loft. It was reassuring and thrilling all at once as they kissed and touched on the couch, growing increasingly needy, warm outer layers of clothing being shed until they shifted to the spacious, plush rug in front of the fire.

Kurt was just reaching to unzip Sam’s fly when Blaine said, “Hey, why don’t we try that thing you mentioned to me?”

Kurt looked up, blinking as he tried to focus on his disheveled husband. “Huh?” he asked, but before Blaine could respond he realized what he’d been referring to. “Oh,” he said, his face flushing as he remembered the idea he’d shared with Blaine a couple of months ago. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, uh, we could do that. If Sam is into it.”

“Into what?” Sam asked.

Kurt took a deep breath. It had taken some courage to admit this desire to Blaine, but as he met Sam’s gaze, he knew that he was safe here - Sam had trusted them with so much, and he could share in that openness without fear. “I want you to tie my hands and make me watch you,” he said.

Sam blinked, and Kurt couldn’t help but notice how pretty his eyelashes were. “Watch us do what?"

Kurt raised a shoulder in half a shrug, as though any of this could be nonchalant. “Whatever you like. I just wouldn't be able to touch you.” He swallowed. “Or myself.”

It was hard to articulate exactly why this appealed to him. He’d always loved watching the way Sam and Blaine moved together, getting to witness how they made each other fall apart - it was so sexy that he could never help himself from joining in somehow. Something about removing his ability to do that - denying his desire, building anticipation as he got more turned on and desperate for touch he couldn't have - made him shiver.

"Okay,” Sam said gamely. “Whatever makes you happy.” The earnest care in his voice made tenderness and arousal battle for attention inside Kurt.

It probably would have been the most practical to go grab an old necktie from Blaine’s bedroom, but Sam had another idea. He stood and walked over to the staircase, unwrapping a length of tinsel garland that was decorating the bannister.

Meanwhile Blaine reached under the hem of Kurt's shirt, his nails grazing against Kurt's skin as he pulled it up his torso and off of him. The room was comfortably warm but it was still a slight shock for so much skin to be exposed, and he felt goosebumps break out on his arms.

Blaine accepted the garland when Sam returned, and moved behind Kurt to bind his wrists. Sam took over undressing Kurt, unbuttoning the clasp on his pants, the slightest of friction against his crotch already making him ache.

Blaine wrapped the garland loosely around his wrists. “Is that okay?” he asked, leaning in so his breath was warm against Kurt’s ear.

“Uh-huh,” Kurt replied shakily. It wasn’t the most comfortable against his skin, but it would serve its purpose for the relatively limited time they needed it for. Already Kurt’s body seemed more sensitive, feeling the air around him and the heat emanating from Blaine and Sam next to him. The pressure of the bonds keeping him from moving his hands, and the knowledge that he was subject entirely to their whims, sent a zing of pleasure straight to his cock.

Once he stepped out of his pants, Sam put a hand on his shoulder and applied gentle pressure, encouraging Kurt to kneel. As he settled on the rug his face was even with Sam's pelvis, and he could make out the shape of his growing erection. He started to lean forward -

"No," Sam said, his hand holding Kurt firmly in place. "You just wanted to watch."

Kurt relented, leaning back on his heels.

“Good,” Blaine said, bending down and putting a finger beneath Kurt’s chin to guide him into a quick kiss. He still tasted of the candy cane he’d had before. “Now sit back and enjoy.”

In their past exploits, they’d learned that threesomes almost inevitably involved taking turns - there was a balance between being involved and getting in the way. There were always points in their encounters where one of them wasn’t directly giving or receiving physical pleasure. But they’d never done it intentionally like this before.

Blaine lay back on the rug, just a few feet from Kurt, and Sam hovered over him. They kissed, melting into each other, their hands roaming confidently as they made out. Kurt watched as Sam undid the buttons of Blaine’s shirt one-by-one, Blaine’s eyelids fluttering closed as Sam explored the newly revealed skin. He ran his hands over the roughness of Blaine’s chest hair, and leaned in to flick his tongue over Blaine’s nipple, repeating the action until Blaine keened.

It was agonizingly slow, and Kurt’s body grew increasingly tense as he watched, unable to touch or press or taste. He felt himself growing hard, his dick straining against the fabric of his underwear, and he had to bite his lip to keep from whining.

Finally, the last of Blaine’s clothes were removed, the familiar shapes of his body fully on display. Kurt had seen Blaine like this so many times, knew his naked body so well, but that repetition did nothing to quell the heat that rose through him. Blaine reached for Sam’s head and pulled him in close, putting his lips right against Sam’s ear. The tips of Sam’s hair fell against his skin. He whispered something that Kurt couldn’t catch. 

Sam let out a pleased grunt of acknowledgement. “Yeah, okay.”

“Not fair,” Kurt protested.

“Shhh,” Blaine told him, and then he reached for the packet of lube he’d retrieved from their bags.

Sam finished undressing as Blaine started to prep himself, and Kurt could hardly choose what to look at - the strong lines of Sam’s bare legs and the curve of his ass, Blaine arching his back with an expression caught between focus and ecstasy as he worked himself open, Sam stroking his cock as he too watched with a hunger in his eyes that surely mirrored Kurt’s own. It was almost unbearable to take it all in.

Finally Blaine was ready, and after Sam rolled on a condom Blaine straddled him, lowering himself slowly onto Sam’s cock until their bodies were flush together.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Sam hissed.

Blaine placed his hands against Sam’s chest and lifted his hips, setting a tortuously slow rhythm as he rode Sam. His thighs muscles strained as he moved up and down, his fingers tracing the hard lines of Sam’s pecs and abs.

Kurt’s mouth had fallen open and he was breathing unevenly as he watched. Blaine’s movement was hypnotizing, the sight of Sam’s cock sliding in and out of him intoxicatingly sinful. Their bodies were backlit by the fire as Sam’s head fell back in bliss. Kurt’s hips made small, pointless thrusts as he sought any sort of relief for his aching arousal.

After what felt like ages, Sam could no longer take Blaine’s slow pace. He reached up to grip Blaine’s hips, his fingers digging into flesh, and began thrusting up into him. Blaine gasped at the abrupt change in speed but took it well, surrendering himself to Sam’s control. Each thrust shook his body until Sam’s hips stuttered and he stilled as he came, his hands loosening from Blaine.

Blaine took a moment to catch his breath and then pulled off, disentangling his body from Sam’s. He pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder and ran a hand through his his hair. Then, finally, he moved across the short but impossibly frustrating distance that separated him from Kurt.

“How was that?” he asked Kurt, just a smidge cheeky.

“Please let me touch you now,” Kurt begged. The building anticipation had been just as much of a turn-on as he’d expected, but that meant he was desperate for attention now.

Blaine complied, kneeling behind Kurt to undo his bonds. “The best part of Christmas,” Blaine whispered as he untied the tinsel, “is opening presents.”

As soon as Kurt’s wrists were free he surged towards Blaine, cupping his face and kissing him with a force that pushed him backwards. As Blaine was pressed onto the rug, Kurt aligned their hips to relieve the tension in his groin.

Their passionate embrace was interrupted when they heard Sam speak.

“Hey,” he started, and took pauses between his words to breathe. “You can - fuck me - if you want.”

Kurt felt a thrill sizzle through his veins at the thought - he was so hard, and the idea of being inside Sam was excruciatingly tempting.  “But Blaine - “

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “We can take care of him, too.”

.

Sam’s knees and palms sunk into the velvety throw blanket that Blaine had grabbed from the couch as Kurt pounded into him. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked - not having been with any men since he moved out of the loft in New York - and the intensity of the sensation felt like sating a thirst he’d forgotten he had. Kurt’s fingers had been as talented as ever, and now each thrust of his hips sent a shockwave through Sam’s body.

Despite the overwhelm of it, he tried to maintain focus on the other task he’d taken on. Blaine knelt before him, his elbows resting on the couch and his cock heavy and full in front of Sam’s face. Blaine had given him an incredible orgasm, and he wanted to return the favor.

Somewhat clumsily - as his hands were busy holding him up - he tongued at the head of Blaine’s cock before closing his lips around it. He stretched his neck so that he could take more of Blaine, and hollowed his cheeks.

Blaine gave a low grunt of pleasure, and apparently that did something for Kurt, too, as he slammed into Sam’s ass with increased vigor. Sam tried to bob his head, to take Blaine deeper and find some kind of rhythm, but it was all too much - the feeling of Kurt pumping in and out of him, trying to keep his throat slack and not gag, maintaining his balance in this position.

He pulled off of Blaine and looked up at him. Blaine’s pupils were wide, his hair curling with sweat. He reached over and held Sam’s jaw, his thumb stroking Sam’s bottom lip. “You okay?”

“I just - “ Sam said, and then swallowed. Kurt’s fucking had slowed, and the drag of his cock was so amazing and so distracting. “Could you - take control?”

Blaine’s eyebrows rose, but he nodded. “If you want.”

“Not rough, but - yeah.” Sam told him.

Blaine lifted his other hand to cradle Sam’s head securely. “Hit my leg if you need me to stop,” he said.

Sam nodded, and he opened his lips. Blaine pushed in and began to shallowly fuck his mouth, and Sam relaxed, losing himself completely to sensation. He was rocked by the movement of both Kurt and Blaine, and there wasn’t a nerve in his body that wasn’t on fire. He didn’t feel like a person so much as a vessel for pleasure. It was something debauched in a way he couldn’t imagine doing with anyone he didn’t trust implicitly. 

Blaine kept his promise not to get rough, never giving more than exactly what Sam could take, but before long his movements grew more erratic. The coordination that he and Kurt had built faltered as Blaine raced closer to the edge, his cock sliding between Sam’s spit-slick lips until he was coming down his throat. 

Blaine pulled away and leaned back against the couch, leaving Sam with an aching jaw and a bitter aftertaste. Sam shifted down onto his elbows, and the new angle of his body as Kurt thrust into him sent sparks up his spine and blood rushing back to his cock. It was like all the pleasure he’d tried to give was being returned to him tenfold - it felt beyond his physical body, as though he’d reached some new plane of divine stimulation. Kurt hammered into him relentlessly, and Sam reached down to fist his own dick, the roughness and tightness of his hand giving him just the friction he needed until his euphoria burst and he came, splattering onto the blanket beneath him.

Kurt gasped as Sam tightened around him, and his own orgasm followed. He rocked their bodies together a few last times, letting out heavy, gratified breaths against Sam’s back before pulling out.

Sated and sweaty and sore, they all collapsed onto the rug. The light in the room flickered unevenly from the fireplace, supplemented by the glow of the Christmas tree. The stereo played on in the background, Andy Williams’ voice proclaiming it the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. The room smelled of peppermint and chocolate and sex.

Kurt let out a long sigh, shifting so he could rest his head against Sam’s shoulder. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

They all laughed, exhausted and giddy. Blaine curled up against Sam’s other side. “And here’s to many more,” he whispered, and Sam couldn’t help but grin at the thought.

It was late, and they would need to clean up - he hoped he hadn’t ruined that throw blanket, it was really nice. He should also probably drink some water to avoid a major hangover the next morning.

But for the moment, there was nothing he wanted to do more than lay heavy-boned in the close comfort of his friends and lovers, savoring the brief time that they had together over the holidays. Cuddling together in front of the fireplace, heartbeats echoing through their bodies, he was grateful for the warmth and light they could share during the darkest, coldest time of year.

[cinderswrites]

A B U S E love? :: 30 Fics in 30 Days

5694 / 30000 words. 19% done!

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This challenge is something I made based off the 30k November challenge. I plan on writing one short story per day every day of November, and since I know I'll probably blow past the 30k mark, I changed the name.

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"Abuse" is a story about a hopeless situation. It's meant to be an inside look to my character, Cyprian, a complex individual with severe mental health issues due to the trauma he's faced in his life. This story is only one look into the multifaceted character he is, a particularly important and brutally honest look at that. I did my best not to make it too depressing and too descriptive, and I hope I did my boy justice. The additional characters in the story are part of the Sons of Night universe as well, even though Cyprian himself is not integrated into their stories much.

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WC: 1,184 :: CW: BIG WARNINGS for domestic abuse, domestic violence, captivity, graphic depictions of abuse

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His lips were cracked and dry as his tongue swept out to lick them in an effort to soothe the dryness. There was no use in the action, since he couldn’t remember when the last time he had any water was. Hours? Days?

People can’t survive long without water, right? It can’t have been that long.

He gasped as a new shock of pain surged through his shoulders and down his spine; the side effects of being strung up like skinned cattle in a meat locker. He could no longer feel his hands that were chained above his head. His toes were bloodied from scraping against the concrete, and his calf muscles burned with the strain of trying to ease the pain in his shoulders and upper arms.

If he let himself hang there, he was bound to dislocate something. He whimpered and groaned, the rattle of chains in the damp darkness ringing through his very soul. He couldn’t even tell if his eyes were open anymore.

He could smell the mustiness in the basement. Like a rotten, mildew-y smell, sickeningly sweet in all the wrong ways. All he could hear was the soft drip…

Drip…

Drip…

… of some pipe leaking somewhere in the basement.

H I S basement.

The thought of the man he’d once called love brought an aching sensation to the pit of his stomach. It could have also been from the strain of hanging there day after day. How long has it been now?

He couldn’t see any light, nor hear any clock. Just the sound of the drops of water echoing out. Beating against his ears like he was a bat honing in on every tiny sound. There was no telling how long he’d been down here.

He didn’t remember what made H I M so mad in the first place. What did he do wrong? Where did it go so horribly wrong?

He knew where.

That night, at the park.

Va-

“No,” he croaked, swallowing and choking. The inability to even have that one relief sent him into a coughing spasm that clenched sore muscles and jostled him around on the chain.

He tried to still himself. If he made too much noise, then H E would stomp down the stairs and show him what it meant to be quiet. The coughing had also tugged at the ragged raw flesh of his back that had been split open by that fucking bamboo cane.

The same one he picked out for H I M on their first Christmas.

He let out a soft noise, and he couldn’t tell if it was a cry or a whimper or a scoff.

He wasn’t usually this aware. H E made sure to keep him hovering between reality and a high that he’d wished he never knew in the first place.

It was odd.

Something wasn’t right.

Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

A violent chill ran through him, causing the chains to rattle again. He tried to lift his head to give himself some relief from the burning tug of pain that was going from the back of his head down to his tailbone. There was a roaring in his ears that wouldn’t go away. His dull eyes were burning now, too.

Was he crying?

He didn’t know.

…

Something made him jostle suddenly, rattling the chains again and eliciting a pained cry from his arid throat. What? Why was he-? Did he pass out?

What woke him?

He blinked a few times, or at least he thought he did. He couldn’t tell anymore. It was like a fucked up sensory tank, being in complete blackness, no light or air movement aside from his own shallow pained breaths. Something was happening, he could feel it.

The roaring he heard earlier was gone. Instead, he could hear heavy thuds walking above him.

Clunk…

Clunk…

Clunk…

Every step rained down dust on his skin, making him itchy. Making the gaping wounds on his back protest loudly.

Suddenly-

“Cyprian? Cy, where the fuck are you, man?”

No- it couldn’t be.

Could it?

His breath stopped and he tried to still the slight clinking of the chains, willing himself to focus. He’d had audio hallucinations before, hell even visual ones. There was no way that his brother-

“Cyprian?!”

Cyprian’s breath left him in a rush and he cried out, “Cyrus! Cy—“

He could only manage that much before he was coughing again. Whatever strength he had hidden away, whatever reserve of defiance and rebellion he kept within himself, he channeled it now.

He let out a loud noise- a cry, a shout, a guttural wail, he wasn’t sure but he certainly bellowed it out loud enough for his brother to hear. The thudding he heard earlier—heavy boots on wooden floors as he realized now—suddenly became chaotic as whoever was above him frantically searched for a way below.

A rush of air washed over him as the door on top of the stairs opened. His eyes squinted at the light filtering in. He could hear more than one person quickly descending down into this eighth gate of hell he occupied. He was immediately blinded by a fluorescent light when one of the people flicked on the switch. Cyprian made a noise of discomfort, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head. He had no strength anymore to hold himself up.

“Sweet fuckin’ Mary-“

A gruff voice, familiar and vague, cried out.

He could only imagine what he looked like. “Everyone out ‘cept me and Jericho!” Cyrus’ voice barked out loudly as he approached his little brother.

More steps retreated to the upper floor again. Cyprian couldn’t do much but continue to hang there. He hadn’t realized the small noises of pain he was making, noises that shot through Cyrus’ heart and brought tears to his eyes. Tears he didn’t bother hiding as he fumbled around to find something to cover the young man with.

“Jericho, see if you c-can find some fuckin’ b-bolt cutters or somethin,” Cyrus mumbled as he located an old sheet. He approached Cyprian with it and wrapped it around his waist, covering him modestly. “Jesus, little brother… what the fuck happened?”

Cyrus’ whisper fell on deaf ears because Cyprian was once again unconscious. It took a few minutes, but soon he was holding Cyprian’s body, careful of the wounds on his back—the very ones that made him want to throw up, cry, and burn every fucking building in this city down.

A throat-ripping scream was pulled from Cyprian as he was brought back to consciousness from the sheer pain of his arms falling limply to his sides. It was the last thing the three men in the room heard as once again, he fell unconscious.

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If there was anything that Cyprian really remembered that day, almost two years ago now, it was that as he fell into his brother’s arms for the first time in six years, a sense of relief washed over him. Not because he was finally free, finally rescued.

It was a sense of relief that he thought he’d finally died.

[greetings-and-salutations]

“That Guy in the Tights Kicked the Pigskin Through the Devil Horns.”

Eddie Munson x Reader

Day 10 of the Stranger Things Summer Write-a-Thon!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: It took a practical plague to get him there, but there he was all the same: Eddie “the Freak” Munson, reveling in the Friday Night Lights per the request of his lovely girlfriend, who, unbeknownst to him, had a purpose of the utmost importance for the evening…

Warnings: starred out swear words, secret relationship, sexual innuendo? Kinda?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (a cheerleader, his jacket’s big on you)

“TAKE IT TO THE GOAL!

GO!

FIGHT!

WIN!

GO TIGERS!”

(Y/n) grinned, shaking her Pom-Poms one last time, a wide smile on her face as she looked on at the screaming crowd in the stands, before running off with the other girls so that the players could return for the second half of the football game.

It wasn’t a particularly important game, but her boyfriend Eddie was in attendance, and, to (Y/n), that was bigger than homecoming.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come support her at all the other games. He really really did, but his dungeons and dragons club meetings usually fell on Friday nights, and (Y/n) was very adamant that he not miss something so important to him just for her. He’d argue that she was important to him to, but (Y/n) wouldn’t have it. He would never even consider asking her to skip a football game, knowing how much she loved cheerleading. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t return the sentiment?

So, why, you ask, was Eddie suddenly commitment free for evening? Well, Dustin, one of the boys in Eddie’s club, had gotten sick during the week, which, unfortunately, had led to Mike, his best friend and another member of the club, catching it as well. There were only so many people that played regularly anyway, and, being down two members, Eddie and the others had decided to postpone the campaign until next week. Which (Y/n) felt bad about, but the much larger part of her was excited by Eddie’s lack of plans, and how they had prompted him to be where he was now, hanging out under the bleachers and waiting for (Y/n) after watching her perform with the rest of the cheerleading squad in their halftime routine.

+ + +

“You did so good!” Eddie called out excitedly, a bright smile covering his face, as his girlfriend appeared in his view, (Y/n)’s own face lighting up like a Christmas tree as she ran and jumped into his embrace, Eddie’s breath leaving him momentarily when she did, not that he minded. It was adorable…

“You think?” She asked when they finally pulled away, though Eddie’s hands remained casually on her lower back, holding the girl close, as he answered.

“I don’t think, Baby. I know.” (Y/n) blushed.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” She commented with a soft smile, making Eddie feign shock.

“What? You didn’t think football games were my scene? I’m offended. I’ll have you know that I screamed very loudly when that guy in the tights kicked the pigskin through the Devil horns. Highlight of my night. Besides seeing you of course.” (Y/n) giggled at his joke, Eddie’s heart skipping a beat when she did, before the sound of voices, seemingly getting closer, caused them to pull away from each other quickly.

Don’t get the wrong idea. Eddie was definitely NOT ashamed of (Y/n). In fact, this whole ‘keeping their relationship on the down low’ thing wasn’t something he even remotely enjoyed. But, he was a man in love, and if that meant his girlfriend being kept a secret so that she wouldn’t have to lose her cheer friends, he would do it. He would do anything for her.

It had never occurred to him that (Y/n) might have different thoughts on the subject…

“Hey, Eds?” (Y/n) broke the uncomfortable silence, her giddy smile from before having been washed away by the tension. Eddie hated it.

“Yeah?” He asked, hoping that whatever she was going to say might lighten the mood so that the smile would return.

“I’ve been thinking…” Eddie’s heart dropped.

“Sh*t, that’s never a good sign.” He mumbled, half of him joking, but the other half genuinely concerned that she was about to break up with him or something slightly less dramatic but still unequivocally heart wrenching. Seeming to notice his worries, she was quick to shut them down.

“Its nothing bad!” Eddie almost sighed in relief, but decided she didn’t need any more proof of where his insecure thoughts had been headed, and offered her a playful grin instead.

“I’m just teasing. What’s up, Sweetheart?” He asked, watching her fiddle with her fingers anxiously. So, it wasn’t bad… but it was still serious enough for her to be nervous about it? He wondered what it could be.

“I was just thinking… what if we didn’t have to hide all the time when we wanted to hang out?” Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you-“ But (Y/n) wasn’t done, her rambling continuing as she began shifting back and forth on her heels anxiously while she spoke.

“It’s just, I know we decided we wanted to keep this between us, but I’m no good with lies and I hate not being able to talk to you at school and-“

“Woah, hey. Calm down…” Eddie’s head was spinning. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “I thought that’s how you wanted things, cause of all your cheer friends.” He said, before realizing that wasn’t an answer to her question. He continued. “But if you don’t, I’d love to go public with you.” And he meant it to. Imagining being able to hold her hand on the way to math class, pass cringy little love notes is Ms. O’Donnell’s, even just being able to talk to her if he wanted to, whether other people were around or not, had Eddie practically glowing.

“Really?” (Y/n) asked, her hopeful smile growing into glee, when Eddie swiftly nodded his head in confirmation.

“Nothing would make me happier than being able to kiss you whenever I wanted to.” He said, before closing the distance between them and planting one on her, chaste and casual, but still enough to turn the girl into a blushing giggling mess. “Eddie…” She complained, though he could tell she wasn’t really mad. They were both too ecstatic to be annoyed by anything. He*l, even Jason Carver could come bursting in to call him names and Eddie wouldn’t even bat an eye, his focus solely on his girlfriend.

“Sorry, you’re just so pretty.” He said, pecking her on the cheek, then the nose, then the forehead, before pulling her back into his warm embrace.

“So… we’re gonna start telling people?” (Y/n) mumbled against the fabric of his shirt. Eddie hummed in agreement.

“We can tell whoever you want.” And (Y/n) practically shrieked in excitement, pulling away from Eddie to do a little happy dance that he decided then and there was far too cute to be legal.

“I gotta go tell Chrissy right now!” She exclaimed, earning a bright smile from her boyfriend, though he was still mildly concerned. Chrissy seemed nice, but some of the other girls? He silently prayed to the D&D gods that this wouldn’t come back to bite them in the a*s. Speaking of a*ses…

“Baby, wait… hey. Before you go, do you have a jacket or something? Cause, while I certainly enjoy watching you jump around in that little thing, it’s hardly weather appropriate.” He pointed out, worry on his face that had been there most of the night, as he watched her and the rest of the cheerleaders performing in their little skirts. The other girls had various jackets on, but, it seemed (Y/n) had decided to tough it out for the first half, her shoulders bare. It was hard not to notice how badly they shook. Even now with the wind unable to get the them, she shivered without Eddie’s arms around her.

“I-I kinda forgot it at home again…” (Y/n) blushed a little as she answered, clearly embarrassed by her forgetfulness.

“Sweetheart, you gotta stop doing that.” Eddie chastised playfully, before shedding his own leather and denim monstrosity of a jacket and wrapping it around her body. “Here.” He fiddled with the collar, situating it correctly on her much smaller form, as she frowned up at him.

“What about you?” She asked worriedly, but Eddie was quick to wave her off.

“I’m not wearing a mini skirt. I’ll be fine. Besides, this gives you a reason to come find me later. Gotta give it back at some point.” He pointed out, hoping that his words would prompt her to hang onto the thing, at least for a little while. “Maybe you could even hitch a ride home with me after, if you wanted? What do you say? Movie night where we don’t pay attention to the movie?” He smirked a little as (Y/n) gasped at his inappropriate suggestion.

“Eddie, don’t be gross.” She told him, though he could see the amused smile trying to peek it’s way out. His grin widened.

“You love it.” He teased, to which she turned on her heel and began skipping off, back the way she’d came.

“I’m walking away now…” She called over her shoulder in a sing-song voice. Eddie was momentarily distracted, the sight of her little green gladiator skirt poking out from under his humongous jacket giving him the butterflies something awful, before he realized she’d neglected to answer his question.

“Wait, what about tonight?” He asked, running to catch up with her before she had made it all the way back to the rest of the cheer squad. (Y/n) turned back to him and pretended to think about it for a moment, before relenting with a sigh.

“Okay… but I pick the movie. And we actually watch it.” She made a serious face at him, trying to be stern, but Eddie knew when he’d won.

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.”

And she rolled her eyes playfully once more, before giving him a final kiss and making a b-line for Chrissy Cunningham, most likely to give her the great news.

Eddie watched on with a sigh of his own, though his, rather than annoyed, more so, contented, in his relationship and his plans for the evening. Because, it didn’t matter what they did, anything with his girl would be perfect.

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midnight rendezvous (b.w x y/n)

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Being the best friend of the Weasley twins definitely had its perks. Spending summers at the Burrow, having a second family that was closer to you than your own, friendly banter that came along with the family.

However, there was an unexpected drawback that came with this.

A drawback by the name of Bill Weasley.

⚔︎

Although in the same year as the twins, you were a year older than Fred and George, meaning you had always felt a little more mature than the two pranksters.

Thus, you felt like you noticed things that the two of them never really noticed. Girls having crushes on them, boys being envious of them, the ways rumours would fly around about the three of you.

The main thing, however, that you felt the two of them didn't notice, was the way Bill treated you.

It wasn't that he'd always been like this. The first few years you'd known the man, he was very nice to you – familial and brotherly, much like the rest of the family had been to you.

However, sometime in fifth year, things changed.

⚔︎

You arrived at the Burrow with the twins for Christmas, ready to be welcomed by the family you'd come to call your own, but was left feeling hurt, weirdly hollow.

Every Weasley had welcomed you with open arms, except Bill. Harry, the only other non-Weasley around, was embraced heartily by the curse-breaker, but you were given a sharp nod, and nothing more.

Confused, you shook it off, moving to sit next to George, his arm wrapped around your waist as you snuggled into him. Fred landed on your other side, passing you a mug of hot cocoa as he landed a kiss on the top of your head, arm enveloping your shoulders with a tight squeeze.

Surrounded by the younger Weasleys as you watched Ginny, Ron and Harry play a game of Exploding Snap, you felt an intense gaze on you, looking up to see the four oldest Weasleys sat around the dining table, watching all of you.

You caught Bill's eyes, sending him a familiar smile, but was ignored as the man took a sip of his coffee, turning to look out the window instead.

Your hurt was short-lived as Fred leaned into whisper a soft quip into your ear, letting out a laugh, turning to relay the same quip to George.

The rest of the trip went similarly – every time you attempted to catch Bill's eye, to hold a proper conversation, he'd ignore you, or brush you off, pretending that he had something else to do.

The day all of you left the Burrow to go back to Hogwarts, Bill had even left the group before you could say goodbye to him, and you could only be left wondering, what did you do?

⚔︎

Now that you've graduated, you were relishing in the last summer you could spend in the Burrow as a teenager without the pressure of work hovering over you.

Determined to have the best time you possibly could with your 'family', your days were consumed by pranks with the twins, quidditch with the family, and helping Molly bake.

Yet, you still felt empty; a hole in the warm pit created by familial love, a hole marked with the name 'Bill Weasley'.

The cursebreaker was still actively avoiding you, for no known reason, and you stopped seeking out why a year ago. Instead, you sought to live your life with one less brother, one less family member to love.

Tossing and turning, you found yourself particularly restless one night. Not wanting to wake Fred, who was sleeping soundly in bed next to you, you got up, tiptoeing down to the kitchen to have a nice cool sip of water.

You'd taken to sleeping in the twins' room since the first holiday you were at the Burrow. Molly was against the idea at first of course, but was incapable of stopping the pranksters who managed to sneak you in night after night, insistent on having 'sleepovers' with you.

After the third night, Molly gave up, only giving you three a strict 'no funny business!' warning, before trudging back off to bed.

⚔︎

The dim lamplight from the kitchen illuminated just about enough for you to see your surroundings, having been around the Weasleys' long enough to know which boards to avoid so as to not have them creak and wake the family up.

However, what you hadn't taken into account was a body on the ground, hitting your foot into a blanketed torso, making you elicit a shriek, the unknown body on the ground letting out a muffled groan.

"What the fuck?"

You muttered a quick 'Lumos', pointing your wand at the person under the quilt, only for the fabric to be thrown aside, revealing a tousled Bill Weasley, sleep clouding his narrowed eyes as he massaged his abdominal with one hand, ruffling his hair with the other.

"Oh."

Realising that the man on the floor was, in fact, a Weasley, and not some thief who'd stolen into the house in the middle of the night, you dismissed the charm, lowering your wand and shifting awkwardly on your feet.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were there."

Throwing a curt apology at Bill, you moved off towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard above and wordlessly filling it up, intent on finishing your business as quickly as possible before heading back up to the twins.

"Pour me a cup?"

The deep voice startled you for a moment. At some point Bill had gotten up from his mound of pillows and now found himself stood behind you, his hand holding out a mug that had a 'B' painted on it, gesturing at the water jug you were holding.

Nodding curtly, you poured him his water, Bill thanking you before moving to lean against a counter, watching you from behind the rim of his mug.

"'m surprised you're down here."

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man in confusion.

"What'd you mean?"

He shrugged, downing the rest of his water before placing the mug down on the counter with a tad bit more strength than he needed. He stretched for a moment, arms pulled over his head to pull the sleep out of his eyes, shirt moving up with the movement to show off a slither of his toned stomach.

"You're always around the twins, never see you without 'em. Expected you to be, in their beds or something I don't know."

A protest spluttered from your throat, choking slightly on the water that you'd been drinking.

"I–what?"

The man lifted an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

"Am I wrong? You've been in and out both their beds since you were firsties. I mean, it's not hard to guess what you're doing in there with 'em."

You huffed at the implications of Bill's words, putting your mug down with much of the same vigour as he had just now.

"First off, I'm an adult, and I can do what I please."

You were fuming, steam practically coming out your ears, and hearing the muttered 'clearly been an adult for a while' from Bill's lips didn't help.

"Second, even if I was sleeping with your brothers, which I am not, I don't understand why it'd be any of your business. It's not like we're friends or anything."

An odd, emotionless laugh came from Bill's lips, pushing off the counter to come stand over you. His tall stature forced you to stumble backwards, pressed against the wooden cabinets as he glared down at you.

"First off," Bill's deep voice was modulated up an octave, mocking your previous rebuttal.

"I am not saying your life is part of my concern. I'm concerned for my brothers."

A hand landed next to your head, pushing against the cabinet harshly.

"But second, you're practically a Weasley. It's my duty to look after you guys."

You laughed indignantly, looking away from the intense man to focus on his arm instead, as if studying the tattoos that covered his tanned frame.

"I'm sorry. It's your duty to look after me?"

You pushed him off of you, moving away with a huff, grabbing the two abandoned mugs to wash them with far too much tenacity, water splashing everywhere.

"Yes, that's what I said. I've known you since you were eleven – of course I have to watch over you. You're like family."

You rolled your eyes, giving up the facade of placidity as you left the mugs clattering in the sink, whipping around to face Bill.

"I'm like family? That's rich, William, truly rich."

Now it was your turn to advance towards the man, causing him to back up as your anger fueled you with energy, stomping dangerously close to his feet.

"If how you treat me is how you treat your family, I pity Molly for having you as a son."

Incoherent words left Bill's mouth in an attempt to argue further with you, but you didn't listen. Turning on your heel, you left the man in the kitchen, no longer concerning yourself with which steps to avoid as you stomped back to the twins' room, leaving Bill accompanied only by the dim light from the lamp, and the creaks coming from the floorboards.

⚔︎

After that infuriating night, it was no longer a 'hidden' fact that something was off between you and Bill.

While it had seemed that Bill used to be the one avidly avoiding you, the tables had quickly turned – you were now the prey ardently avoiding any encounters with your predator.

Any time Bill came into the room, you'd either leave, or place yourself as far away as humanly possible. During meals, you'd move yourself to sit next to Ginny, as opposed to in between the twins as you'd been sat for years, just so you no longer sat across from Bill. Even during quidditch, one of your favourite things to do with the whole family, you opted to sit out and stay in the twins' room or help Molly with the dishes, just to make sure you never had to interact with Bill.

Honestly, you weren't quite certain why the conversation with Bill had ticked you off so much. Maybe it was because he accused you of sleeping with your best friends, as if that was all you were good for. Maybe, it was because he had no right to insert himself in your life like that, to pretend like he cared about you in the first place.

It was clear he no longer wanted to be a part of your life when you were sixteen. You had no desire to welcome the curse-breaker back into your life now.

⚔︎

Three days after the midnight meeting with Bill, you found yourself restless again, unable to sleep.

George shifted slightly as you moved out of his bed, turning to cuddle with your now abandoned pillow as you slipped out of his grasp.

You decided to go for a quick midnight broom ride, hoping that the adrenaline rush and energy that you'd burn while flying would tire you out so you could finally fall asleep. A lot of the time you'd spent avoiding Bill turned into naps, which meant you were increasingly unable to fall asleep at night, disrupting your sleep schedule massively.

Cursing Bill under your breath, you creeped down the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't be down there again. You didn't want to have to deal with the eldest Weasley again.

Thanking your lucky stars, you landed on the final step, noting that the first floor was empty. Hoping that the door wouldn't creak when you opened it, you ran towards the small shed out back, grabbing a random broom from it and got ready to fly.

"Y/N?"

You were already mounted on the broom and ready to kick off as that dreaded baritone resounded from the door.

You should have known you weren't that lucky.

Yelling a quick "Nope!", you kicked off and flew out towards the countryside, only looking behind you to see Bill standing in his sleeping pants, hands gesturing out at you in exasperation.

"Now how's that for some good ol' avoidance?"

⚔︎

Though you'd initially planned on flying only for a little bit, seeing Bill at the door really put a damper on your plans, making you decide to fly to a nearby watering hole the Weasleys used to bring you to.

Illuminated by the moonlight, you descended upon the grassy area, smiling at the way the water rippled in the soft night breeze.

Tranquility was what the scene spelt.

In a moment motivated by something you'd come to dub as 'Weasley Whims', i.e the reason the twins had gotten the three of you in trouble constantly, you decided to strip down to your underwear to take a dip in the cool water, abandoning your clothes and wand on a mossy rock nearby.

Taking a running leap, you threw yourself into the water, feeling, for the first time in three days, free. A laugh rippled the waters as you broke through the surface, swimming back over to the edge, only for the laugh to be stolen away as you noticed a shadowed figure land next to your broom.

Bill Weasley was here to ruin your night, yet again.

You let out a strangled scream of frustration as the man alighted from his broom, feet and torso bared to the moonlight.

Clearly, he, like you, had not bothered to dress properly for the impromptu flight.

"Why are you following me."

Your question held no semblance of curiosity, only frustration as you demanded an answer from the man. His answer did not come, only moving towards the water to kneel in front of it, looking down at you.

"Why are you running away from me?"

Wisps of his ginger hair fell forward, covering bits of his handsome face as the rest was carelessly thrown up into a short ponytail, clearly done to prevent his hair from falling into his face during the flight, a precaution that you'd forgotten to take.

"I could ask you the same. Only, it must be a bit harder to hide from someone when they're already hiding from you in the first place, hmm?"

You turned away from the man, diving back down into the depths of the watering hole to kick yourself over to the other side, wanting to do nothing more than swim away from the ginger, or maybe, have him leave you alone and fly back to the burrow, alone.

But of course, fate never let you have your way.

You turned around only to see the man had sat himself down cross-legged, body illuminated by the moonlight as it highlighted the tattoos decorating his forearm, the several scars that littered his chest a sharp white juxtaposing his tanned skin.

"I never ran away from you."

Your head fell back as you tread the water lightly, looking up instead to admire the stars that embellished the night sky, recalling fondly the astronomy classes you'd taken in the past two years as you focused on constellation after constellation, intent on ignoring the man in front of you, hoping your disregard would drive him away.

"Y/N, I'm talking to you."

The words drew a monotone chuckle from you, your eyes snapping to meet Bill's.

"Well that's a first."

Bill moved to stand up, and your heart jumped for a moment. Maybe he would finally leave you alone.

But yet again, luck never did seem to favour Y/N Y/L/N.

Instead of moving further away as you'd thought he would, Bill moved closer, stepping into the shallow of the watering hole, the water soaking the bottom of his pants.

Your eyes darted at the ripple of his abs with every movement, swallowing as your eyes darted to look anywhere else you could. You were not about to find this man attractive.

You could see him coming towards you in your peripherals, and moved back to face him, his pecs the only part of his torso above the water.

"You haven't spoken to me for almost two years, and now you've just got so much to say to me, huh?

Bill looked down into the water, nibbling on his lip as he looked back into your eyes, almost sheepish as he tried to answer.

"I–"

"You know how much that hurt?"

You swam closer towards him, your feet finding ground as you stood next to him, your shoulders bared to the world as you were no longer submerged.

"You were like family to me for almost five years, and then one day. You just fucking stopped. Stopped talking to me. Stopped joking around with me. For a while, you didn't even look at me!"

Your hands came up out of the water, gesturing wildly as you basically screamed at the man, Bill flinching slightly as the water splashed into his face, looking back down at the water again.

Ashamed.

"D'you know how fucked up that was? I had no clue what happened, why one of the people I considered family, one of my favourite people in the world, just fucking despised me all of a sudden."

Bill looked up at you in surprise at your words.

"And you know the worst fucking part?"

Your voice suddenly fell to a hush, almost a whisper as a tear welled in your eye, prompting you to shut them as your head tilted down, urging your breath to slow down.

"The worst part, the worst part was that I thought it was my fault, that it was something I'd done to drive you away. I blamed myself for ages, didn't know what I said, didn't know why you hated me."

"Didn't know why you'd never like me back."

The last part was said in a true whisper, barely audible despite the silent night.

Yet Bill still heard it, and his breath hitched in his throat, eyes searching your face as a tear escaped you, rolling down your cheek.

Unable to restrain himself, Bill's hand darted forward out, cooled by the waters you two found yourself in, a blatant contrast to the warm tear as the pad of his thumb wiped it away.

You flinched away from Bill, feeling vulnerable for the first time that night, coming to the sudden realisation that you were clad only in your underwear, your unintended confession drawing heat to your cheeks as you moved away from the man.

"I, I was afraid."

Bill's own confession halted your movements, making you turn back around to look up at him, confused.

"I–, how do I say this. I was ashamed of myself."

It was now Bill's turn to feel vulnerable, his unease making him shift in the water, the water rippling around the two of you at his movements.

"That winter when you came back here, when you turned sixteen, I started seeing you as more than family. I– I found you attractive, and I felt disgusted with myself."

You huffed, disbelieving of the words you were hearing.

"I'm being serious Y/N. You just, grew up over those few months, and just came back different, somehow. I felt like a predator, I was twenty-three! You were still a kid, and I, I just didn't know what to do anymore."

"I wasn't a kid!"

"Of course you were! You were still in school, I'd been working for five years, I couldn't live with myself feeling like that. I didn't know what to do, so I just, distanced myself. Hoped that the feelings would go away eventually, then I'd just, go back to being normal."

Your eyes scanned the ginger's face, searching for a speck of a lie, a pinch of deception but only found uncertainty, attraction and lust dusting the man's face.

"But you never stopped..."

Your breath stopped for a moment as your eyes met.

"Are you being serious?"

His breath fanned your face as both of you instinctively moved closer towards each other, more of your body exposed to the world as you came further out of the water.

"As serious as I could be Y/N."

Your breath was taken away as Bill leaned in, ghosting his lips over yours, strands of ginger hair falling to tickle your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

A breathless whisper fell from Bill's lips, prompting you to nod in assent, the man falling to capture your lips before you even finished the move.

Sparks flew in that moment, the man's lips gliding over yours as he stole your breath away. You pulled apart after a second, before your lips fell back together again, insatiable in your desire to taste each other.

Bill's tongue teased you, mouth falling open for his teeth to graze at your lower lip, making you gasp such that your lips fell open in the same way, his hand moving to cup your jaw. Taking advantage of your momentary shock, the ginger slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of you as you moaned into his lips, pressing your chest against his.

The water waded around you as Bill's left hand moved down your body, fitting snugly under your ass as he muttered a soft 'jump', which you obliged.

Your legs wrapped around the man's hips, Bill walking the two of you onto the soft grass, muttering a charm against your lips before placing you down.

Instead of feeling prickly blades of grass on your skin, a soft blanket had appeared, making you smile, pulling away from the man.

"Quite the romantic, Mr Weasley. Know how to treat a girl right don't you?"

A deep chuckle sounded from the man who hovered above you on his hands and knees, biting his lower lip at the sight of you.

"Only the best for my girl."

Your heart leapt at Bill’s words; were you his now?

Not wanting to dwell on it, to overthink this moment of passion, you pulled his lips back down onto yours.

His girl.

⚔︎

The moon hung high in the night sky as both your hands explored each other, frantic, as if it was your last day on Earth and you only had here and now to envelop yourselves in each other.

The pure animalistic need that pulsed through the two of you allowed no time for foreplay, fingers hooking into the soaking fabrics that clung to both of you.

“Can I?”

Bill fingered the waistband of your underwear, thumb brushing your hip bone with motions feather light, wildly disparate from the way his lips devoured yours hungrily.

One act designed to ruin you, the other almost afraid he’d break you.

“Yes, I need you.”

You deigned to show him just how much by hooking your own fingers into his waistband, soaked pajama pants pulled away to reveal his boxers, clinging to his muscular frame.

Bill responded by undressing you with much of the same vigour, moving to pull your underwear down to your ankles, his pants in very much the same state, gazing down at your soaked private with lust clouding his vision.

“Next time,” he breathed out onto your glistening lips, “I’ll make you cum with just my tongue.”

Your breath hitched at his words, no, his promise, of a next time as Bill made his way back up your body, peppering kisses on your exposed skin, his hard-on grinding against your leg as he moved up.

The cursebreaker’s deft hands unhooked your bra expertly, sucking in a breath as your pert nipples were revealed to him.

“Beautiful.” He mumbled, almost as if he was speaking to himself.

Bill moved to unclothe himself fully, before you stopped his movements, his hands already pulling at the waistband around his hips.

“May, may I?”

He nodded as you sat up, eyes glazed as he studied your body, memorising the way your breasts glistened in the moonlight. He would make it his mission to mark them, to show anyone who came near you that you were no one’s, but his.

You hooked your fingers into his boxers, pulling them down to his thighs at an almost agonising pace as every part of Bill was unveiled to you, standing proudly in the light.

“Are you... a virgin?”

The man above you asked as it dawned upon him. He was really about to have the girl he’d been craving for.

“No, I’m not.”

His jaw clenched at your admission, the thought of someone else’s hands on you ticking him off, before pushing it away.

It didn’t matter. You were with him now.

He nodded, coming back down to kiss you as one hand braced him by your head, the other reaching down to pump himself slowly.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, eyes falling closed as you immerse yourself in him.

Bill’s knee nudged your thighs apart, moving himself so he was lined up against you, hand brushing his cock up and down your lips, causing both of you to shudder.

His head dipped into you, your tight heat causing him to hiss, pausing for a moment to savour the feeling before pushing himself in fully, stopping only once he’d bottomed out.

“Are y’okay?”

You bit your lower lip as Bill moved away from you to scan your face for discomfort or pain. His girth, while not quite painful was definitely bordering on pain, your walls stretching as he filled you entirely.

“Yes, just, one second.”

Your hands gripped his neck, lacing your fingers through the tresses of his hair as you adjusted around him. As the pain receded, you nodded, a silent signal for the man to move.

He carefully pulled out of you, then pushed back in slowly, hands landing by your head to brace himself, testing the waters whilst both of you moaned at the feeling.

“Faster.”

Bill obliged, moving to thrust in and out of you at increasing speeds with each movement. His hips snapped against yours at a speed that could only be described as vicious, eliciting sounds that defiled the tranquil nature you were surrounded by.

You were breathless as the man thrusted in and out of you, his movements only capable of drawing pants and whimpers from your mouth, the activity rendering you a simpleton who knew only two words - ‘Bill’ and ‘please’.

Your climax soon drew close, a coil tightening with his every sound and every move, your body notifying the man above you by the clench of your walls around him, the motion drawing him closer to his own orgasm.

“Are you close baby?”

A nod was all you managed as you threw your head back, Bill’s tip brushing against your g-spot edging you even closer to your precipice.

One of Bill’s hands moved down your body, landing on the bundle of nerves above where the two of you met, rubbing figure eights onto you, making you let out a gasp of surprise as the older man helped you move closer to your orgasm.

His movements didn’t falter as your moans grew louder, seeming instead encouraged by the promise of your climax, your moans growing loud and unabashed.

Each pant of his name made the man groan in return, moving both his fingers and his hips so ferociously that your breasts bounced with each thrust, your back sure to be red and chafed in the morning from the friction against the blanket.

But you didn’t care - the only thoughts you were capable of manifesting was how good it felt to have Bill inside you, how this was the one thing you’d ever needed to feel full, how he never stopped in his stimulation, the way his mouth felt on your nipples - sucking on the skin of your breasts, a reminder that would last of this fleeting night.

As Bill stimulated you with his cock, his fingers, his mouth, you couldn’t hold it in any longer - and you could tell Bill was reaching his breaking point as well - you let out a moan that would awaken the sleeping birds in the tree nearby, a scream of “Bill” that would leave the twins wondering why your voice was hoarse in the morning left you, legs trembling as you released around the man.

Yet he still never relented.

As you rode out your orgasm, your cunt throbbing, Bill never faltered in his actions, hips thrusting into you as he bit into your neck softly, intent on marking you for all to see as his cock twitched inside of you.

With a moan that you could only describe as sinful, yet angelic, a sound that would haunt your dreams and bless your nightmares, teeth grazing your sensitive skin, Bill came into you. Hot stripes of white liquid coating your walls while his thrusts slowed to a stop.

Getting up on trembling hands, Bill hovered above you, exiting you in a slow movement that had you whimpering at the sudden emptiness, your eyes still shut from your post-orgasmic bliss.

Lips pressed onto your forehead, as if Bill was savouring something he didn’t want to lose.

Something you didn’t want to lose either.

⚔︎

The flight back to the Burrow was silent, the two of you side by side as you flew through the wilderness of Ottery St. Catchpole.

When you landed, you looked out onto the nature around you, Bill landing almost immediately after you.

In the distance, you could see the sun readying to rise in the East, colours bleeding into the sky that had been pitch dark save for the spattered stars hours ago.

“Did you regret that?”

The man standing beside you asked after a moment of silence, not daring to meet your eyes as he appeared vulnerable, afraid, feigning an interest in the rising sun.

His muscular arm was what you were faced with as you turned towards him, his tall stature casting a shadow over you. You eyed the red marks you’d left on him, the little reminders scattered on his shoulders and back.

“No. Did you?”

The cursebreaker turned to face you, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched you, scanning your face for the umpteenth time that night.

“Of course not.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, drawing Bill’s gaze down towards them, a small smile telling you he was admiring the slowly darkening marks he’d left on you.

“Then why’d you assume I would’ve?”

He caught his lower lip between his teeth, gnawing on it absentmindedly as he shrugged.

“I dunno. Just assumed you wouldn’t have wanted that with an older man or somethin’, I s’just worried, s’all.”

You inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh as you reached out towards the man, cupping a hand on either side of his chiseled jaw, making him look into your eyes.

“Bill, that was my decision to make. If I didn’t want to have sex with you, I wouldn’t’ve done it. It’s not your place to decide for me whether I wanted it.”

You leaned in to capture his lips in yours; this time deepening the kiss on your terms, slipping your tongue into his mouth and savouring his taste.

Cinnamon, with a hint of mint and tobacco.

You pulled away, tracing your lips to the sweet spot under his ear, sucking softly before turning to whisper in his ear.

“I wanted it, and I’ve wanted you for longer than you could have known.”

part two out now x

[yourlmanburg]

benchsquad meetup // benchtrio (& others) + reader

i know nothing about london zoo

word count: 1,485

(this hasn't been proofread or anything pls forgive how bad it is smh)

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You hadn’t felt excitement like this since you received your invite to the Dream SMP, barely containing your smile as you sat on the train on your way to spend the day with your three best friends. You’d known Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy for a good few months now after you met them through the server, and your friendship quickly solidified and morphed into an iconic group known as the “Bench Squad”, and today was the day you’d finally be meeting them in person.

It’d been agreed that you’d meet in London, film a Tom Simons vlog, and then meet up with Wilbur, Philza, Jack and Niki to film another vlog for your own channel before spending a few nights at Tubbo’s house. You had a busy few days ahead of you filled with recording and streaming but you couldn’t care less; you knew these were about to be the best days of your life. You passed the time with your airpods in your ears with your guys’ collab Spotify playlist blasting through your ears and catching up on missed vods and YouTube videos, when eventually the train came to a halt at your stop.

This was it. You were about to meet the people who meant the most to you.

You pulled out your bags as quickly as you could, not wasting a single second that could instead be spent with them. Shoving through the congregation of people and stopping one or twice to greet fans who recognised you, you made your way over to a less crowded area of the train station to shoot Ranboo a quick “where are you?” text. It took a few anxious minutes for him to reply, but once he did there was nothing stopping you from practically running to where they waited.

And there they were. You could see them not too far away now, two tall figures and a slightly smaller one stood in a row, looking around as if they were waiting for someone. It was then that you were struck with an idea, what if you just…

You snuck round to the other side of where they stood, making an effort not to be seen. You crouched down a little and creeped towards them, praying none of them turned round.

“BOO!” you shouted, successfully scaring the three of them and even a few poor strangers around you. With a smile you jumped straight into Ranboo’s arms, and you held each other tightly as the four of you grinned like children on Christmas day.

“Y/n!” Tommy and Tubbo exclaimed in unison, while Ranboo simply commented on the pun you accidentally made. You chuckled as you pulled away, wiping the tears from your eyes and readjusting your bags. This is the moment you’d been waiting for for so many months now.

“How was the journey?” Tommy asked after you’d greeted them properly and had begun to make your way out of the train station and to the location of where the vlog was going to be filmed.

“Wasn’t too bad, it was a bit scary doing it on my own and it took way too long but it could’ve been worse, I guess.” you replied, the smile seemingly glued to your face. “Where are we going again?”

“This way,” Tommy led you through many busy roads and you really wished you had somewhere to put your bags, which is why you were grateful when Ranboo offered to carry one of them for you. You thanked him profusely, rubbing your sore shoulder from where the heaviest bag had been resting. It took a while to get there so Tommy decided to film the vlog intro while you were all walking, though soon enough you found yourselves standing outside the great entrance to London Zoo.

“Here we are,” Tommy said as he held his phone up to the sign, clearly out of breath from all the walking, “We’re at the zoo!” he showed you and the other two on camera and you all waved, just as worn out as he was.

You went in and got all the registration sorted, and now you were free to do as you pleased! As you walked into the main area the gorilla enclosure immediately caught your eyes and you ran to see them, Tubbo in tow. Tommy started complaining to the camera as he caught up to you and Ranboo simply laughed, standing back and watching the “argument” you two were putting on for content.

The four of you walked around the zoo for a while, filming the majority of it and laughing and joking around with each other. You were having the time of your life, and it was far from over; you couldn’t wait to meet the others.

“Hold on a minute…” you interrupted Tommy filming Tubbo trying to get an Alpaca’s attention as a certain species caught your eye, and being close to the one and only Wilbur Soot made it impossible to miss. “Are they anteaters?”

“Thank God Wilbur’s not here, huh!” Ranboo chimed in, walking over and standing beside you. This still didn’t feel real.

“Can we go and see them?” Tubbo asked, but there was hardly a chance of anyone saying no. So now you were on FaceTime with Wilbur (who was already with Niki) as he gushed about how much he hated those damn creatures, pulling up the infamous list. None of you could stop laughing rather loudly and you certainly got many dirty looks, but you didn’t care.

The aquarium was quite something, too. One of the staff members got particularly mad at Tommy for tapping on the glass and shouting at the fish while you recorded him for a bit, which was definitely a sight to see. Needless to say, you rushed right past that woman the next time you guys saw her.

You saw so many incredible animals and had so many laughs with your friends, and you didn’t leave until late afternoon. It didn’t really matter though, there wasn’t much planned for your vlog. You guys made your way out of the exit and caught a taxi to take you to another place, wrapping up Tommy’s filming there. You admittedly almost fell asleep, but the calm conversation you were having with Tubbo kept you awake.

The taxi eventually pulled up outside a post restaurant which is where your vlog was going to be filmed. You didn’t choose anything too extravagant, the plan was for a short but entertaining video with you and your friends. It took about ten minutes of standing and waiting for the other four to turn up. First it was Philza, of course he was the only one on time. You suspected Niki would’ve been too, but she was probably being held up by Jack and Wilbur.

“OLD MAN!” you shouted, zooming in on him as the first clip of your vlog. He burst out laughing as he greeted you, asking if the others were here yet. “Nope! Bet they won’t be here for another two hours.” you joked, stopping the recording and talking to Phil and the others until they did eventually turn up.

Soon enough all eight of you were sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant, trying to decide what on earth you were going to order. You were squished in between Ranboo and Wilbur which made you feel particularly small, and Tommy was laughing at you from the other side of the table, Niki jokingly scolding him for being mean.

“What? I didn’t do anything!” he retorted, amping up his personality for the camera again.

“Neither did Y/n and you’re being mean to them!” Niki said, a smile evident on her face as you caught her eyes and laughed.

“Thank you, Niki, I believe Tommy should learn his lesson from a responsible adult.” you thanked her, Wilbur tuning in from his conversation with Ranboo, Tubbo, Phil and Jack.

“Tommy, stop being a dick.” He said bluntly, causing you all to burst out laughing.

“I agree.” Jack said with a deadpan face, earning an eye roll from Tommy.

“Oh, shut up Manifold!” He whined, failing to notice the very confused waitress standing over the table, waiting to take everybody’s orders. Phil was, of course, the one to apologise for all the commotion and you all took turns to let her know what you wanted, going straight back to your previous antics the moment she left.

You left the restaurant hated by most people who were in there, and you all found it funnier than it really was. You said goodbye to the adults and finished up your very chaotic vlog, making your way to another train station and taking the train back to Tubbo’s house. You got back quite late and all of you pretty much immediately crashed after such a busy yet fulfilling day. And it was the first of many.

[gredandforgesmischief]

long story short - f.w

title: long story short

pairing: fred x female slytherin reader

summary: fred has been in love with y/n since they were fifteen, but the universe was never really on their side. (idk i'm bad at writing summaries but basically best friends to lovers. this takes place during gof in the spring.) this is also vaguely inspired by "long story short" by taylor swift bc i'm obsessed w her (see if you can find the lyrics)

other characters/pairings mentioned: adrian pucey/y/n, fred/angelina, george weasley, harry potter, ron weasley, neville longbottom

content warnings: its all fluff, some parts can be construed as angsty?? maybe probably not. sad fred at some point. sad y/n at some point. fred and y/n are both clueless all the time for no reason.

a/n: i wrote this with my Head Empty, but I hope you enjoy (feedback welcomed) also this wasn't proof read so ignore any grammatical errors

“... right Fred?”

“Yeah that’s cool, whatever,” Fred grumbled as a very irritated George hit his side.

The pair were having breakfast at the Gryffindor table, and the two were supposed to be brainstorming shop ideas, but it was apparent that Fred’s mind was off somewhere else.

Regardless of how hard he tried, Fred’s mind was often clouded with his feelings about Y/N. The two had been best friends since third year, and it took him a long time to realize that he wanted to be much more than just her best friend. But just as expected, right as Fred realized, Y/N had gotten into a relationship.

“Dude, Y/N is with Adrian now, you need to get over it,” George said. While he did feel bad for his twin, there wasn’t much that either of them could do about it.

Fred nodded, but just as he was about to respond to his brother, he noticed a flustered Y/N get up from the Slytherin table. In all honesty, if Fred hadn’t been staring at her he wouldn’t have noticed how distraught she was. Without another thought, the ginger boy got up from his seat and followed her into the corridor.

“Y/N, wait up!” Fred called out, not quite sure what he was going to say to her. The Slytherin girl slowed down, waiting for her friend to catch up.

When it came to his and Y/N’s relationship, there wasn’t a lot they wouldn’t talk about, but Y/N’s relationship with Adrian was a conversation that was often avoided. Y/N knew how Fred felt about Adrian, so she made an effort to keep the two as separate portions of her life.

“Hi, Fred,” Y/N’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy.

Fred winced. Up until she had started dating Adrian, Y/N always called Fred by his nickname. When Y/N started dating Adrian she pulled away from Fred quickly. He could tell she tried to make everything seem normal, but it wasn’t.

“Is everything alright? You walked out of the Great Hall a bit fast.” Fred said. The pair were now sitting on a bench in the courtyard.

“Just… some stuff with Adrian.” Y/N said, knowing that there was no way that Fred would allow her to leave it at that. There was an ever growing vendetta that Fred had against Adrian, and him hurting Y/N would probably be the worst thing that the Slytherin could do.

“Listen, I know I’m not Adrian’s number one fan, but I’m still your best friend.” Fred said, hoping that Y/N would talk to him. It had been months since the two had chatted about anything of substance and he feared their friendship would fall apart if they kept avoiding each other.

Y/N went silent for a moment, weighing her options in her head. After a short while she looked at Fred and started, “Have you ever been in love?”

The question completely caught Fred off guard. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected Y/N to say, but that wasn’t a question he was prepared to think about.

Sure, Fred had dated around during his time at Hogwarts, but the only person he had ever really loved was Y/N. It wasn’t something he had ever wanted to talk about with her, particularly because he didn’t know how great he would be at concealing his emotions. How terrible would it be for him to confess it to her while she was in a relationship?

Fred nodded, “Yeah, I’ve been in love before.”

“How did you know? What did it feel like?” Y/N asked, looking genuinely curious. Was Y/N truly asking him about this?

Fred looked at her incredulously, speaking once more, “Honestly, love, I think it's different for everyone,” The look on Y/N’s face was unreadable as Fred continued, “for me, I just knew.”

Y/N let out a deep sigh, “I feel like it’s all moving too fast.” There she goes again without any elaboration.

As Fred continued to give her terse answers, Y/N decided she had to describe what she meant. She had never really been great at putting her feelings into words, but she’d try.

“Adrian told me he loved me last night,” Fred’s face faltered, “and I didn’t say a word back.”

Fred wasn’t shocked by the idea that Adrian loved Y/N. The pair had been together for nearly five months, and Fred knew from experience how easy it was to fall in love with Y/N. If anything, it was more of a shock to him that Y/N didn’t say it back.

“But you do love him, right?” Once again, Fred hoped that Y/N would say what he wanted to hear. It was cruel of him to wish that Adrian and Y/N wouldn’t work out, but he couldn’t help it.

“I do,” Dammit. Y/N continued, “but I don’t think I’m in love with him. You know?”

Fred understood completely. He had loved a few of the girls he had dated, but he never felt in love. There was always some sort of hesitation that he had.

“I... just feel like I’m trying to force something that isn’t there,” The frustration was evident in Y/N’s voice. “And I thought that maybe I just needed more time, maybe we were moving too fast, but honestly I just can’t feel the way that I want to about Adrian.”

“Do you think there’s a reason why you can’t love him? You wouldn’t stop talking about him during Christmas break.” Fred said, recalling Y/N’s happiness after Adrian had asked her to the Yule Ball.

“What do you mean? I don’t think I acted any differently about Adrian during break.” Y/N was confused. If anything, Fred was the one who had acted strangely during Christmas break.

“No, I definitely recall you acting funny,” Fred said as Y/N shot him a glare.”You ignored me for two weeks Y/N.” Y/N frowned, shaking her head.

Fred remembered the two weeks in vivid detail. Up until six months ago, Fred and Y/N were attached at the hip. That’s why Y/N’s sudden absence in his life stung. In some way it felt like Y/N had picked Adrian over Fred, but he didn’t know why.

“Fred, I did ignore you, but do you really not know why?” Y/N said.

Once more, Fred tried to remember the events leading up to Y/N and Adrian’s relationship, but everything seemed normal. Adrian and Y/N had always been friends. It wasn’t strange for friends to date.

Fred shook his head, prompting Y/N to tell him what had happened.

-

It was a week before the Yule Ball, and the cheeriness around the castle was gleaming. The Great Hall was decked out with garlands of tinsel. Mistletoe was hanging in all of the corridors. It was nearly impossible to be unhappy with how much light was around., but as Y/N had watched what felt like the fiftieth person get asked to the Yule Ball, she was feeling less than cheerful.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, earning an adoring smile from the girl in front of him. She was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, as she had just been working on an herbology project with Neville.

“Hiya, Freddie, what’s up?” Y/N was excited. She and Fred had been spending a lot more time together recently, and she was convinced that he was going to finally ask her out.

Fred smiled, “I need advice. ” Y/N nodded, encouraging the ginger boy to continue, “if you were to get asked to say, a ball, how would you want to be asked?”

Y/N was practically exploding with joy at this point, but alas, Fred still needed an answer.

“Well, for me personally, I’m not fond of the huge gestures. I feel like if you really like someone then you should just… ask? I know that’s a bit boring, but I wouldn’t want everyone to be involved in my business, so public gestures aren’t for me.” Y/N was getting rambly, a clear sign of her nerves.

Before Y/N could ramble anymore, Fred was marching up the dormitory stairs, calling out a short, “Thanks, Y/N!” over his shoulder.

Although Fred’s behavior was strange, Y/N brushed it off as Fred being, well, Fred. The boy often did things that were unexplainable. It wasn’t until dinner that day that Y/N had realized why Fred had asked her about the ball.

-

“Y/N, c’mon what’s on your mind?” Adrian asked, poking his friend in the side. Y/N was staring down her plate, pushing around peas with her fork. After her encounter with Fred earlier in the day, she had been on edge. The ball was coming up quick, and at this point it was now or never.

“It’s nothing important, don’t worry about me.” Y/N had finally put her fork down, flashing a sad smile at the boy. Adrian looked suspicious, but as he opened his mouth to talk, the pair noticed commotion at the Gryffindor table.

George was ruffling Fred’s hair, and Ron and Harry were laughing. Fred had a smirk on his face, his cheeks tinged a pink color. Just as Y/N was about to approach Fred to ask what the deal was, Fred walked out of the dining hall.

“I’ll be right back,” Y/N told Adrian, before walking to the Gryffindor table to ask George about what was up.

“Hey, George, what was that all about?” Y/N asked as she sat.

“Oh, Freddie boy just asked Angelina to the Yule Ball!” George replied, causing the two other boys to start to laugh again.

Y/N muttered a “thanks” to George before heading out of the Great Hall. She nearly sprinted to the Slytherin common room, not wanting to have a meltdown in the middle of the hall. Y/N was convinced that Fred would ask her to the ball, and it stung like hell to know that he had asked someone that wasn’t her.

When she arrived outside the common room, Adrian was waiting outside for her. Without any question, Adrian outstretched his arms, embracing the teary-eyed girl.

-

“You wanted me to ask you to the ball!?” Fred asked, mentally slapping himself for being so clueless.

Y/N nodded her head yes, clasping her hands together. She thought she had been very obvious about how she felt about Fred, but it was clear he truly didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I never meant to make you upset. Angie and I went as friends anyway.” Fred apologized. He hated seeing Y/N cry, and to think that he was the reason made his insides churn.

While Y/N had cleared up her pre-Yule Ball behavior, there were still a few questions that Fred had.

“Okay, but what does any of that have to do with Adrian? If you wanted me to ask you out, why did you start dating Adrian?” Fred asked, despite knowing how forward all of those questions were.

Y/N sighed, this wasn’t the part of the story that she was particularly proud of.

“Other than you and George, Adrian is probably my closest guy friend. After I heard about you and Angie, Adrian was the person who comforted me while I was crying. I think somewhere along the lines I got my feelings for him all confused…” Y/N trailed off.

“Adrian was sort of an escape from everything. I thought that if you were dating Angie it would stop whatever friendship we had going. It felt like I got knocked off of some weird pedestal.” Y/N’s explanation made some sense, but it didn’t explain why she wouldn’t just talk to him.

“Why didn’t you just talk to me, Y/N? We’re best friends.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, “I sort of went down a rabbit hole when I stopped talking to you. I was embarrassed, and Adrian was sweet. But after it all, I think I was trying to emulate whatever feelings I had for you with him. I thought clinging to another person would stop my feelings. Clearly it didn’t work. It was just a bad time.”

From what Y/N was saying, Fred was hoping that this meant something for the two of them. But right now, Y/N was still with Adrian, and neither of them would ever do that to them.

“Y/N, you need to tell Adrian how you feel.” If the two were going to date, it had to be proper. Fred didn’t want to be some sort of secret.

“I did, that’s why I ran off actually. We broke it off yesterday, it was just a lot for me to be sitting with him today…” Y/N was slightly embarrassed.

“There goes your excellent communication skills again, why didn’t you start with that?” Fred teased, earning a groan from Y/N.

“Hey, the knife cuts both ways. If you had just said that you were asking Angie to the ball I would have never gotten my hopes up!” Y/N quipped back, intertwining her hands with Fred’s.

Fred sighed happily, “Is there any chance that you still feel the same way about me?” Fred was sure he knew what she’d say, but this situation had proved the two needed to talk more.

Y/N laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m all about you, Freddie.”

[spxllcxstxr]

Being Regulus Black’s Younger Sister (Version 1 - Slytherin) • Headcanon

Warnings: body insecurity and eating mention, forced eating restrictions, canon child abuse and neglect by Walburga Black, Barty Crouch Jr makes an appearance

Request: Hey maybe you could do a regulus x younger sister headcanons or fix really whatever you want to do 💖 — @nicole198205

A.N: I honestly loved writing Black sister reader...this was so fun and if you liked it too and want like a real blurb or something based on any of these bullet points, you should request it. Hope you all enjoy and I love you all ❤️

Being the only girl in 12 Grimmauld Place means that you got treated differently than your brothers

Not nicer, by any means

Different in a way that meant your mother was constantly fussing over your appearance and making sure you acted “ladylike”

When you were little it was nice

You got to spend alone time with your mother in your room, she would brush your hair and pick out frilly and elegant dresses

Sure, sometimes she would purposefully tug a little too hard on your hair causing you to yelp, but it wasn’t a big deal

Eventually, though, your mother got rougher, these mother-daughter times turning into torturous hours where she’d make snippy comments about your weight and how you should appear to certain men

You weren’t even ten years old and she was already arranging your marriage to a man that, according to the Black Family Tapestry in the Drawing Room, was a distant relative

Sure she bought you dresses, and heels, and jewels, but they weren’t for you to enjoy and it wasn’t out of love or kindness

She needed you perfect for marriage

You always ran to Regulus’ room for comfort and he was always happy to listen to you vent

“If Bella, and Cissy, and Andy can deal with it, (Y/n), so can you. You’re just as strong as they are.”

You were always closer to Regulus, maybe because he was closer to you in age or because he wasn’t as rough or brash as Sirius

While Sirius taught you curse words, Regulus taught you prose and poetry

When Sirius went off to Hogwarts, the two of you got even closer

Your mother got worse when she found out that her eldest son was sorted into Gryffindor

She had a fit that day, one that consisted of her throwing pots and pans at the walls, shattering ancient artifacts, and tearing at her own hair

You and Regulus, frightened little children, hid in his closet waiting for your father to come home to calm her down

The two of you clutched each other tight, not daring to even make a noise, scared that you might be the next thing she breaks

You and Regulus weren’t allowed to say your brother’s name and all letters were snatched away and thrown into the fireplace

He was even banned from coming home for Christmas break

The two of you were dragged to even more family gatherings and balls

You particularly were forced to split your time between hanging out and learning from the other girls and presenting yourself to the boys

At night, you would sneak into your brother’s room, seeking comfort

You would talk about Sirius and how you can’t wait to get to Hogwarts

“Hogwarts’ll be different, (Y/n). No more screaming and family obligations...” He would smile, listening to a rogue sneakoscope whir in a drawer

“You’re forgetting something, Reg.” You’d sigh. “I’ll have to be on my own for a whole year before I can join you guys.”

“Well maybe mother will let you read my letters, and I can sneak in some of what Sirius wants to tell you.”

Sirius was different when he came back home for the summer

He wasn’t afraid to push your mother’s buttons a bit harder and he certainly wasn’t afraid to run his mouth a bit more

Sirius talked like the outside world like it was the best thing ever

And while you were curious about Hogwarts and the many different sorts of people that attended, your mother made it pretty clear pretty quick that even associating yourself with your older brother was worthy of some sort of punishment

And as much as you loved Sirius, you loved playing it safe even more

You didn’t outright ignore him, you did talk to him about Bella’s new boyfriend and the new quill your father bought you

But more often than not, you were with Regulus, enjoying the time you had left together

The night before Regulus had to leave for Hogwarts, you came crying into his room

“Don’t cry, sœur, it’ll be quite alright.” He would whisper in your ear, rocking you back and forth in his arm (sœur is sister in French)

But your etiquette lessons got harder and your mother got stricter, trying to make you a Perfect Slytherin Princess

Your mother was overjoyed when she got a letter saying how Regulus was sorted into Slytherin

She gave you a glass of wine (“Because that’s what ladies drink, (Y/n)!”) and told you that Regulus was a perfect role model

Regulus sent letters every week, detailing his classes and the people in his year

He made fast friends with a Bartimus Crouch Jr

He told you how Sirius would barely talk to him in the corridors ever since the sorting

Regulus would say a quick hello and Sirius would always reply, but the older brother never went out of his way to leave his friend group for a chat

Regulus would write paragraphs about why this could be before settling on the fact that it’s because of the house difference

Sirius only sent a few letters home and each time they were burnt to ash in front of you

So Regulus was your only outlet

You would tell him about how mother was starting to restrict your meals and starting to squeeze you into dresses far too small

He would offer you comforting words and distractions by talking about school, as it was far too difficult to actually help your situation through a letter

Regulus didn’t come home for Christmas break, claiming that exams were stressing him out, especially Herbology, so he’d rather continue his studies in a school environment

So that’s how the rest of your year goes

Regulus is...different when he gets back for the summer

It’s a very slight change, you’re pretty sure you’re the only one who notices

But it’s there

A bit more reserved, a bit more secretive

Childish wonder disappearing

He no longer publicly acts afraid of your mother

“It’s Sirius’ fault he’s got grounded, (Y/n). He broke a rule, now he’s facing the consequences.”

“But Reg, he didn’t do anything wrong—“

“(Y/n)! Are you trying to encourage the downfall of the Noble House of Black?!”

And that was it

But finally you were off to Hogwarts

Regulus lets you sit with him and Barty, who wears expensive shoes like you and Reg and had a slight tic with sticking his tongue out

But he was nice nonetheless less

Turns out, they were the outcasts of the outcasts

You were welcome to join when you are sorted into Slytherin

They were sure that you were going to be sorted there already

And you were dreading it

What if you weren’t a Slytherin and ended up like Sirius?

You could barely handle your family now, there’s no way you’d be able to take the extra shit Sirius gets

The hat gives you a choice

The worst choice possible

Gryffindor or Slytherin

You end up with a hatstall of 8 minutes, constantly looking between your brothers

And you beg to be placed in Slytherin

And so you join your brother and Barty at the table of the snakes

Sirius doesn’t look at you across the Great Hall

“Hey, Reg? Did the hat give you a choice too?”

“A choice between what?”

“Slytherin and Gryffindor.”

“Don’t tell anyone you got a choice. Listen, people in this house are brutal to people like you who get choices. Don’t mention it.”

“You didn’t answer my question—“

And he never does

You spend all of your time with Regulus and Barty, the other kids in your year are kinda major assholes

Regulus helps you with your homework, always making time for you

Meet ups in the library

Chess in the common room

Barty was usually with you as well

And that’s how it goes over the next few years

Even when Regulus is busy with his own classes and him being a seeker, he’ll make time for you

You always attend his matches, cheering him on

He’s a great seeker

In your fifth year, you notice how Reg and Barty change drastically

Pulling away from you, secret meetings, dark depictions and phrases hidden in notebooks

You get worried

For the first time ever you push your way through the Marauders to talk to your brother

“Oh, the Slytherin Princess arrives! Want us to bow?” He snarks, his friends laughing

“Piss off, Sirius! It’s about Reg.”

“What about him? Did he finally stop kissing Walburga’s arse?”

“It isn’t a laughing matter!” You’re practically in tears

And he listens to you as you explain all of your concerns and he ends up agreeing that that is worrisome

“What the hell did you tell Sirius?” Regulus shouts at you in the empty common room one night

“I’m worried, Reg! You’re going all dark, like what mother wants! This isn’t you!”

“This is me, believe it or not, (Y/n)! I’m not some puppet!” He shouts at you.

“Just wait, (Y/n), you’re next. Next year, it’ll be you. You can’t escape it.”

“Sirius got out of it.” You mumble

Regulus storms out and that’s the last real conversation you have with him and Barty for a long time

You get a letter from him when you graduate, something you have to hide away from your brother and the rest of the Order

Forgive me, sœur,

RAB

•

All Character Taglist: @aspiringsloth20 @amourtentiaa @cherie-draco

Regulus Taglist: @lunalovecroft

[reidandweep]

Stitching

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- Much like Adam Driver, I have been a huge fan of Matthew Gray Gubler and criminal minds for years. With quarantine, I decided to re-watch the show from the beginning and I had some inspiration. My writing tends to take a while but if you have any requests or idea for Spencer Reid, please send them my way.

Word Count- 6286 words

Warning- Angst, mentions of violence and torture, fluff, tears, and the usual criminal minds details.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare.

QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

“Good morning my lover and friends. As of 8:45 am, yesterday morning, four bodies have been found across the Washington State area. Locations confirmed to be Pomeroy, Baker City, Salem, and Mill Creek. All victims were very similar in physical appearance; Caucasian, red hair, brown eyes, approximately 5ft 4’.”

Garcia swiped her tablet to display family photographs of the victims on the screen. The team watched, in the debriefing room, as they scanned through their own tablets; reading through the details. Spencer’s eyes flittered over the images as his fingers scanned across the words in his paper file; still adamant on not working with technology like the rest of his team.

“What about the cause of death? How were they found?”

Garcia shivered at Rossi’s question.

“It’s not a pretty image. Each victim was dismembered at the elbows, knees, neck, and stomach. Further cuts were made vertically down the stomach and across the face, arms, and legs. Not deep enough to cut through bone, but deep enough to bleed out. Where the unsub cut our victims, he then sewed them back together.”

Emily looked up at Garcia.

“Are you saying the lacerations were made before the victim’s died?”

“Precisely. Each autopsy report came back the same with the cause of death pointing to the direction of blood loss; specifically, from the throat.”

The team looked at the new images before them. Multiple pictures appeared on the screen, showing the bodies of the victims. The pictures showing the women laid out in the same pose, thick thread holding together the pieces of their corpses. All had their eyes closed, except one.

“Garcia, the last victim, zoom into her face.”

Garcia did as Spencer asked.

“Her eyes are closed.”

Spencer nodded, glancing towards JJ as she spoke.

“Meaning that he felt remorse for this murder.”

Derek scrolled through the pictures on his tablet.

“The other three victim’s eyes are open, indicating that he wanted them to look. To watch what he was doing, whatever it may have been.”

Spencer looked across the table at the questioning faces.

“So, what changed between the third and the fourth victim?”

Hotch stood from his seat, indicating the others to grab their belonging.

“We can discuss further on jet. Wheels up in thirty.”

WASHINGTON STATE

Being greeted by the local police department in Clagstone, Spencer and the team began their investigation into the murders. Spencer did not know what it was, but the stitching on the bodies felt familiar. Like he had seen them before.

Looking up from his files, Spencer watched as Derek walked into the room, ending a call with who he could only presume to be Garcia.

“Garcia has just completed background checks on our latest victim. Lily Trent visited local film screenings at the Southview Centre religiously, to watch horror movies in particular. Seems like the girl loved anything horror and Halloween; according to her roommate and her computer history. It seems that are other victims did also.”

Spencer stood from his seat and walked towards the whiteboard at the back of the room. Writing down the details Derek stated, his brain began to filter through the relevant information needed.

“Halloween is ranked the ninth most celebrated holiday in the world. With different interpretations of the holiday occurring according to country and culture. Wearing costumes at Halloween did not even become an occurrence until 1585, with the first instance recorded in Scotland.”

Derek chuckled at Reid’s excitement. He knew the boy loved Halloween.

“Well it all looks like they were pretty huge fans of the holiday and horror films. Maybe our unsub was too.”

Spencer looked down at the photos in his hand, scanning his memory for any correlation.

“Maybe, it’s not just horror, but a particular film. If all the victims were presented in a certain way, maybe the unsub is trying to replicate what happened to a character in a particular film.”

Derek crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ll call Garcia to search through all the victims search history to see if any particular horror films come up in each one. Do you know of any films that the unsub could have replicated?”

Spencer shook his head.

“I can collate his actions to hundreds of films but, the method of torture and look of the victims, I can’t think of one horror feature that pinpoints all that the unsub has done.”

A thought unexpectedly popped into Spencer’s mind. Derek cocked his head at the sudden halt from the resident genius.

“But I know someone who might.”

UNIVERSITY OF WASHINGTON

“The importance of genre in film alters many of the other aspects. The characters and their narrative arcs, the music score, cinematography, the edit, and so much more. Sometimes genre even dictates the director who signs onto the project. Dennis Dugan would not have a directing career if Adam Sandler stopped making comedy movies. Because that is what he directs. He doesn’t direct comedies; he directs Adam Sandler comedies. Which, in my opinion, are a whole genre on their own.”

The class chuckled.

“Genre plays a part in everyday life. Sometimes, your day will be led by romance, or grief, or action. There may be drama, or comedy, or even silence.”

The class looked on in concentration as Y/N walked across the floor. If someone who did not attend the college walked past the classroom, they could’ve presumed that she was a student. She looked young enough.

“It controls the way the characters talk, act, and move. How the plot thickens and pushes forward and…”

The doors at the back of the auditorium opened. Y/N looked up at the sound of the intrusion to see figures that she could not recognise, and one that she did.

Clearing her throat, she continued.

“And how it even ends. We shall leave it at that today. What I want you to do in the meantime is research a genre in particular and come up with examples that counteract the stereotypes that have been enforced upon the genre itself. Hand it in to your professor first thing Monday morning. Thank you.”

Y/N watched as the students collected their things and filtered out of the room. The figures waiting till she was only left before they walked down the steps.

Coming to a stop in front of her desk, Y/N crossed her arms and waited. Spencer stepped forward with a crooked smile on his face.

“Hi Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Long time no see stranger.”

Spencer’s cheeks burned at Y/N’s words. The team shared looks between them at the unfamiliar display. They had seen Spencer blush at people before, but not for a long time.

Spencer cleared his throat, preparing himself to act professional.

“This is Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N. Y/N travels across the country to guest speak at different universities on her topic at hand. She specialises in film studies, more importantly the focus of characters and genres. If I can’t connect the unsub’s actions to a film, Y/N most definitely can.”

Y/N smiled at Spencer’s praise.

“Nice to meet you all. So, what are you here to talk to me about Doc? Obviously, you’re here on a case and if you are asking for my help, I’m guessing it’s going to be pretty gruesome.”

Spencer blushed at the nickname; caught off guard by the word slipping of her tongue.

Sending a raised look towards Reid, Hotch began to explain why they were there.

“Were looking into a case of connected murders. All victims were found to have been mutilated and tortured in the same way. As well as showing resemblances in their physical appearances. With research, we’ve found that each victim was particularly fond of horror films and Halloween. We would just like for you to take a look and see if you could recognise if the ways in which they were harmed stemmed from a film in particular.”

Y/N nodded her head.

“Of course, anything to help.”

She reached for the files from Spencer’s hands, ignoring the tablet pushed in her direction by JJ.

“Sorry, I prefer to use paper. I only really use technology for my lectures or to watch films if they cannot be purchased in physical form.”

Derek smirked, shooting looks to his team, as his eyes landed on Spencer. He never thought he would meet a technophobe like Reid.

Y/N scanned through the pictures and documents, looking in detail at the lacerations at hand. She identified the similarities between the victims, as her mind swirled through the images and characters from the films, she knew held similarities.

“What were the names of all the victims?”

Emily looked towards the woman.

“That information is classified.”

Y/N did not blink at her abrasiveness.

“Were any of them called Sally?”

The team looked perplexed at her question.

“No. Why that name in particular?”

Y/N continued to scan the pages as Rossi questioned her.

“Because the unsub isn’t replicating anything from a horror movie. The unsub is replicating the physical appearance and staging of a character from an animated movie. A Disney one to be more specific.”

A light bulb flickered in Spencer’s mind as he stared at Y/N in realisation. The hair colours. The stitches. It made sense now.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas.”

LOCAL POLICE DEPARTMENT

“The Nightmare Before Christmas is a 1993 American stop-motion animated musical Halloween-Christmas fantasy film directed by Henry Selick and produced and conceived by Tim Burton. It became a cult classic during the early 2000s with orchestral concerts occurring every year to celebrate the spectacle of the film.”

Spencer indicated for JJ to change the monitor as he and Y/N stood in front of the team to explain the information.

“Originally, the story began as a poem written by Tim Burton. Both narratives follow the protagonist, Jack Skellington, into his journey to Christmastown, and how he tries to make Christmas his own. The character in question that your unsub is replicating is the love interest of our protagonist. Created by Dr Finkelstein, Sally is a ragdoll-esque character whose body is covered with stitches to keep her together. The form in which all the women were found is identical to this scene in the movie.”

The screen changes to show the scene in question; paused at the precise moment to prover her point.

“All red haired, all Caucasian, all eerily the same. The stitches are exactly the same and the pose in which they are in the pictures are also.”

“We now know which film our unsub is mimicking, but how can we produce a distinguished profile of our unsub? All we can say is that between his third and fourth victim, he suddenly began to feel remorseful of his crimes.”

Y/N looked towards Spencer, waiting for him to speak as he knew more details about the case.

“Garcia checked into the victim’s computer histories and found that all four victims attended a horror convention in the Washington state area over the course of the past month. The convention in particular runs every other weekend, focusing on different horror films to highlight. However, they always make an exception for one film; The Nightmare Before Christmas. Whilst reviewing receipts for the tickets, they were all brought through the convention’s website, which is run by its board of organisation every year. Up until recently, the board has held the same members.”

Derek tapped on his tablet to the convention’s website.

“Last month, the website released details stating that a distinguish member was no longer part of the board due to unforeseen circumstances.”

It suddenly dawned on Y/N who Derek was talking about.

“Dean Faulkner.”

Spencer whipped around towards Y/N.

All eyes laid on her as her breath increased.

“You know him?”

Y/N nodded at Hotch.

“I guest spoke at a panel with him a few years back at a separate university. We were both there, amongst others, to talk about the works of a genre that are expertise were in. I was there to basically provide loose ends for what they could not answer. Dean’s specialised area was horror. The whole time he spoke about what he described as the true villains of horror and of the world.”

Y/N gulped, her mouth going dry.

“Women.”

The wheels began to turn in the team’s heads.

Spencer stepped closer towards Y/N in assurance, seeing that her thoughts were becoming overwhelmed. He quickly stepped back after he realised what he had done.

“He went on a raging tangent about the damsel in distress and the final girl. Going on and on and on about how women are weak and would never be the last one standing if faced against the monsters in real life. How they manipulated the men and made the monsters seem worse than they truly were. The only time he spoke positively about women was when we finally calmed him down and, during a Q&A session, a student asked him who the perfect horror movie character was. He said Sally because she was forgiving and would do anything for Jack; even if that meant falling apart and being sewn back together. I tried to justify that the film does not necessarily fall into the genre of horror. But he rebutted saying that it most definitely did, because of the fact that Jack’s dream did not come true.”

The room was silent for a second, taking in the information.

Suddenly, Y/N grasped the pen from Spencer’s hands. Her finger scribbling across the whiteboard.

“I need to know the names of the victims. Get Penelope on the phone and tell me the names.”

The team shocked at her erratic movements, sat in silence.

“Do you want to capture this guy?”

Spencer licked his lips and repeated the victim’s names.

“Susanna Cole, Alice Dawes, Liberty May, and Lily Trent.”

Y/N swiftly wrote the names on the boards. Each name below the other. Underneath the last name she wrote the letter Y.

“Can you ask Penelope to track any females with the first name beginning with Y who have purchased a ticket to the next convention?”

Derek quickly began to type to her. The rest of the team looking on in disbelief.

“There were twenty-three purchases, but with cross referencing with the similarities in the other victims, one matched. Her name is Yasmine Driver.”

Y/N wrote the name on the board. Circling all the first letters of each name, it became clear there was another connection with the victims.

“Their initials spell Sally.”

Y/N nodded at JJ’s disbelief.

“Reid, when is the next convention being held?”

Spencer diverted his attention to Emily.

“Their schedule every two weeks, so that would make it… tomorrow.”

The team swiftly moved into action.

“JJ bring together the police force for a debrief. Derek and Rossi, go to the convention centre and question the board about Dean. Ask them how often he visited and if they have any knowledge of the victims visits to the convention. Spencer and Emily, contact Penelope for Faulkner’s address. Once you have visited the home, if he is there, bring him in. We’re going to try and catch him before he gets close to his goal. I will locate Yasmine and bring her to the station for safety. We don’t know how far he is going to go and what the end goal of his fantasy is. But we are going to stop him.”

The team swiftly did as they were told, leaving the room with only Spencer and Y/N behind. Just before the door shot, Hotch leaned back in.

“Thank you, Dr Y/L/N, for all your help. If possible, could you stay here with JJ and look through the documents? You know this guy more than we do, so any more information that comes to mind, please let us know.”

Y/N and Spencer watched as Hotch left the room, the door shutting behind him.

As the silence engulfed them, Y/N and Spencer were hyper aware that they were now alone and had been for the first time in weeks.

Spencer swiftly walked towards Y/N and embraced her in a tight hold. Wrapping her arms around the slender man, Y/N breathed in his scent.

“I’ve missed you.”

Y/N chuckled at Spencer’s muffled words, as his head rested on top of her own. Pulling back, Y/N slowly released Spencer, letting her hands drop to her sides.

“I’ve missed you too Doc. We can catch up later, I will be waiting right here. Now, go and save the girl.”

Spencer chuckled at her words but did as Y/N said. Throwing her a smile, Spencer quickly walked out the room, leaving Y/N behind.

Y/N sat in the room, looking over the files as the time passed, waiting to see Spencer return with the rest of the team. A knock on the door startled her from her search.

Looking up at the door, Y/N saw JJ walk into the room with two cups of coffee in her hands. JJ outstretched the one hand, placing the cup in front of Y/N, as she took a seat and began to sip at her own.

“I didn’t know how many sugars you took so I estimated.”

Y/N smiled at the woman’s kindness.

“Thank you. Have you heard anything from the others?”

JJ sat up in her seat as she watched Y/N look over the documents. Her fingers moving across the pages ever so quickly. Her hand that wasn’t tapped continuously on the table in a rhythm.

“Spencer and Emily located Faulkner’s home, but it was vacant. They’re looking around the premises for clues for where he may be; as we speak. Hotch and Derek just called saying they are on their way down with Yasmine now.”

Y/N nodded at her words. Glad to hear that the girl was safe, but the main priority now would be to locate Faulkner. She wanted to truly help them, before anyone else could get hurt.

JJ grabbed her tablet and began to search through the files for any missed out information. Silence befell across the pair, until JJ could not help but ask what they had all been dying to know.

“How did you and Spencer meet?”

Y/N had been waiting for the question. She had seen the looks the team had shared throughout the day. The questioning gazes towards the pair.

“Spencer and I were both guests speaking at the University of California a few months ago. He must have finished his lecture early as he was wondering the halls when he came across the class I was teaching. I was stood on the desk, encouraging the students to do the same. Spencer thought I was a student causing trouble whilst the professor had left the room. He ran in sprouting facts about the percentage of people who fall and severely hurt themselves whilst standing on tables. Telling me that I should get down before he reports me to my professor.”

JJ chuckled at Y/N’s story.

“Sounds like Spence alright.”

Y/N giggled in agreement. As she spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory of their first encounter. JJ noticed the smile on the woman’s face. She knew what that smile meant.

“So, I told him that he better stay there to catch me, just in case I fell, as I was trying to teach my students about the importance of character actions, and how doing something as simple as standing on a desk can amplify the tone of the scene. Like in the film Dead Poet’s Society. Spencer finally realised that I was also a guest speaker and he actually stood there for the next 40 minutes of my lecture. I didn’t need to stand on the desk that long, but I wanted to see if he would stay. Once the lecture had finished, he apologised for jumping to conclusions. I apologised for making him wait for 40 minutes in case I fell. He told me I didn’t make him wait; he chose to. We’ve been in contact ever since.”

Just as Y/N finished her story, the door to the conference room opened once more. Looking towards the door, Y/N watched as Hotch entered, followed by Yasmine. The young woman looked scared, but unharmed.

Y/N stood from her seat, unsure of what to do as Hotch insisted for Yasmine to take a seat.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Hotch nodded his head.

“We shouldn’t be long. The rest of the team are outside in the bullpen. You can go ahead and join them. JJ and I will take it from here.”

Y/N nodded her head, leaving the room. She watched as Hotch and JJ questioned spoke to Yasmine through the glass, before she turned and walked down the corridor to find Spencer and his friends.

Turning the corner, Y/N failed to stop herself before bumping into a tall figure. Looking up to apologise, her eyes suddenly widened at the familiar face. Before a sound could leave her lips, a blunt force knocked her out cold.

Spencer and the team discussed where Faulkner could be when Hotch strode into the bull pen.

“How did it go?”

Hotch walked towards his team, ready to answer Derek’s question.

“It seems that Faulkner had been stalking the victims for some time. Yasmine detailed seeing him turn up at the conventions, even though he was no longer allowed. She had previously complained about his behaviour to the board before his dismissal. Stating that Faulkner had sexually harassed her. Rossi, did anyone at the convention mention anything about Faulkner that we don’t know?”

“It seems that Yasmine wasn’t the only one. The other board members went into detail about why he was fired. It turned out that all of our victims, including Yasmine, had filed lawsuits against Faulkner for sexual harassment. The charges were ultimately dropped and never recorded to keep the convention’s reputation clear. But they fired Faulkner and banned him from being able to attend any further conventions. Taking away the Nightmare Before Christmas dedicated stand was just a coincidence. They felt that the convention needed something new as they had been celebrating the film for over eight years.”

Just as Hotch was about to declare what the next step would be in finding Faulkner, JJ burst through the ball pen.

“Guys, you have to come quick.”

The team, in shock, watched as JJ ran back towards the conference room. All quickly on her heels. Entering the room, she took control of the laptop, streaming the image to the projector.

Spencer could no longer breathe as he looked at the image on the screen.

“Y/N.”

The screen showed Y/N tied to a chair and bent forward; clearly in pain. Her surroundings empty and dark.

Suddenly a voice was heard.

“I sense there's something in the wind. That seems like tragedy's at hand isn’t there Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The team watched in horror as Dean Faulkner yanked Y/N’s head back, her body letting out a strangled cry at the pain caused by his actions.

Spencer felt sick, he felt like he was watching himself when Tobias Hankel had held him captive.

“Emily, call Garcia to track his location. We don’t have much time.”

Emily did as Hotch told her to. Talking as quickly as she could on the phone.

“She can’t track it; he’s re-routing the IP address every thirty seconds.”

“She needs to track it. She needs to find her now!”

They all jumped at Spencer’s outburst, watching as tears filled his vision and his hands began to shake.

“Spencer, you need to calm down, we are going to find her. He can’t have taken her far.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words. Taking a breath, he looked back at the screen as he tried to distinguish any recognisable features of where she may be.

Faulkner moved his face to rest against Y/N’s hair, smelling the tresses. She tried to pull away only for him to yank her back again.

“Why did you kill them Dean?”

Faulkner let go of Y/N’s hair. Walking to her side, he grabbed her face in a vicious grip. Yanking her to look at him.

“Why? They ruined my life, everything I ever worked hard for. You all did.”

Y/N looked at him in confusion.

“I did nothing to you.”

Y/N’s breath increased at the vicious look he sent her way. Her eyes flickered to the camera, knowing that Faulkner was streaming what was happening to Spencer and his team. She had to find a way to tell them where she was.

“You made them question my authority. My position. My integrity as a member of the board. You ruined my reputation by belittling me in California.”.

“That’s because you know nothing about horror Dean. You think you know everything about it, but you don’t.”

Spencer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why was Y/N taunting him?

“Garcia’s looking to see if there’s any abandoned properties around the area that he could have taken her to.”

Spencer didn’t even acknowledge Emily’s words.

Faulkner reeled back at Y/N’s taunt.

“I know everything there is to know about horror. I’ve seen it all. I’ve lived it. I’ve created it. Ask me anything about it, I know the right answers.”

“But you don’t. You have an idea of horror, your own idea, that is wrong. You believe that women are the reason you lost your job and became the monster that you are. But they’re not. The reason you’re a monster is because of your sick and twisted fantasies. You made those girls feel small and weak, didn’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The team watched in apprehension.

“Garcia, the location, we need it now.”

Rossi looked between the screen and the phone in Derek’s hand.

“I can get the area he’s holding her, but not the specific building. The whole town is basically abandoned. She could be anywhere from a shop to a house.”

“Keep looking.”

Spencer chewed on his lips. He had to think rationally. If the unsub was upset about the changes and losing his job, what could have been the last straw?

“Derek what was the film they replaced Nightmare Before Christmas with at the convention.”

Derek and Spencer shared a look.

“Cabin in the Woods.”

Spencer ran across the rooms to the files at hand.

“In the location that Garcia has tracked her too, there are three cabins, all within a walking distance of the other.”

The team began to rush out the room, transferring the livestream to a tablet so they could monitor Faulkner and Y/N.

“You’re weak Dean. You’re just like all the horror movie villains. Ghostface, pinhead, jigsaw, all of them. You feed of fear and feeling in control. But the only thing you have in common with them is that you’re not going to win.”

Faulkner scream in rage. Pulling Y/N’s head back, he punched her in the jaw. Striding to the camera, he pushed his face to the lens.

“The party’s over!”

Spencer watched in horror as the feed went off.

“Hotch we have to hurry!”

Hotch sped up the car. Quickly arriving to the location, the team split up into pairs, taking a cabin each to inspect. Hotch and Derek, Rossi and JJ, and Spencer and Emily veered off to their targeted locations. Spencer followed Emily, trying to stay calm, as he slowly walked into the cabin to find it empty, when suddenly a gun shot was heard. Looking in the direction, the pair ran to the cabin that Derek and Hotch had been assigned. The rest of the team already there, looking into the cabin in shock.

“No, no, no, no. Y/N.”

Spencer pushed in front of them, tears pooling in his eyes as he a waited to see the horror before him. He looked in disbelief as Y/N stood from her position on the floor, the gun dropping from her hand as they shook. Faulkner laid a few feet away, in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

Y/N looked towards the team. Raising her shaking hands towards Spencer.

“I didn’t want to kill him but he was going to shoot whoever walked through the door.”

Spencer rushed forward, grabbing her in a bone crushing hug. His hands stroking her hair as he soother her cries. Leading her out of the cabin, he allowed his team to sort out the rest as he continued to calm Y/N down.

The movement of the team were a blur as ambulances and police cars came. Taking them to the hospital as they sat in the waiting room as Y/N was checked over.

Spencer sat in the waiting room, his leg bouncing up and down with nerves.

Derek excused himself from the groups conversation as he went and sat next to Spencer. Clapping him on the back, Derek squeezed Spencer’s shoulder in re-assurance.

“She’s going to be fine pretty boy.”

“Physically, she has a concussion, bruising along her jawline, and needs stitches on her forehead. Mentally, I don’t know how she is going to handle this. When I suggested asking for her help in the case, I didn’t presume the risk of her being hurt. I should have.”

“Spencer, listen to me. We would have done everything to make sure she lived okay. She not only saved herself but she also helped save Yasmine and this team. Any one of us could have been shot if she had not thought fast and got the gun out of his hands. You know, better than anyone, how to help her deal with this.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words, nodding his head in appreciation, as he leaned against his friend in a comforting hug.

“Probably wasn’t the ideal way to introduce your girlfriend to the team though.”

Spencer stuttered at Derek’s teasing.

“We’re profilers Spencer. We’ve all noticed how you’ve been happier these past few months and seeing how persistent you were for us to consult Y/N, it gave us all an idea why. Seeing you together only confirmed our suspicions. So, how long has pretty boy had his pretty girl?”

Spencer chuckled at Derek’s words. Ringing his hands together as he spoke to Derek.

“Tomorrow is actually our six-month anniversary. She was going to be flying back today so we could celebrate; unless I got called on a case.”

“We can still celebrate.”

Spencer looked up as Y/N walked through the waiting room, fresh stitches on her forehead and an ice pack resting in her hands.

“The nurse said that there was no internal damage. That my body will just be sore for a few weeks. My concussion is light, so I am alright to travel home.”

The team gathered around to check on her. But her eyes could not leave Spencer’s as he rose from his seat. Spencer walked forward slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Carefully he cupped her face in his hands, and to the surprise of Y/N and his team, Spencer bowed his head and placed a careful kiss on Y/N’s lips. Slow, protective, and full of love.

Pulling back, Spencer wrapped his arms around her as he looked at the beaming smiles of his teammates. Y/N couldn’t help the blush across her cheeks or the giggle that followed. Soon, everyone was chuckling at the pair.

“I would like to thank you Y/N. From the entire team. Your actions saved a young woman’s life, and what could have been one of our own.”

Y/N smiled in appreciation at Rossi’s words.

“You’re Spencer’s family. I would do it all again if I had to.”

“Statistically speaking, around 2,000 people a day are reported missing in the US. Approximately, 600 of those would be reported or considered kidnappings. It is highly unlikely for you to be put in a situation like that again.”

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend.

“I never thought I would say this, but your talk about me being kidnapped again is really attractive.”

The team laughed at the girl’s statement, seeing Spencer become physically embarrassed.

“Just to inform everyone, the jet will be ready to depart in forty-five minutes. As I was informed that today you would have been heading home, Y/N we have sent for your belongings to be collected; you can fly back with us.”

Spencer smiled at Hotch in gratitude, the older man knowing he would have only worried if she had flown home alone.

“Thank you, Mr Hotchner.”

Hotch let out a brief smile.

“Call me Hotch. Your part of Spencer’s life, that means your part of this family.”

BAU JET

It had been an exhausting few days for the team, and it showed, as they all were sporadically asleep throughout the jet. Silence encompassed the steel capsule, with only the sound of sleep filled breaths being heard.

Y/N laid fast asleep, with her head on Spencer’s shoulder, as the boy genius sat up wide awake. Looking down at the woman next to him, all Spencer could imagine was what could have happened if they weren’t quick enough. How many days he would have lost with her. All the things he wanted to tell her.

As though she could sense his deep thoughts, Y/N slowly awoke, rubbing her eyes as a yawn escaped her mouth. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she waited till she was fully conscious before she spoke.

“What time is it Doc?”

Spencer jostled out of his thoughts to check the watch on his wrist.

“It’s 2:36 am. You’ve been asleep for approximately 3 hours and 22 minutes.”

Y/N quickly sat up in her seat, wide awake.

Spencer turned towards her in worry, wondering what had made her so alert.

“What wrong? Are you feeling nauseous? Do you need some painkillers, as your due to have…”

Y/N grabbed Spencer’s face and placed her lips flush against his own. Their mouths moved in unison, as Spencer’s own hands moved to circle around her waist, bringing their bodies as close as they could be in the small space they had. They hadn’t kissed since the hospital, and before then it had been weeks. Spencer never realised until then, how much he truly missed her touch, her taste, her as a whole.

Coming to a point where they both lacked breathe, the pair pulled apart. Their eyes fluttering open as Y/N’s hands caressed Spencer’s face. Her one hand travelled to his hair, feeling the tresses that had grown since she had last seen him. She looked at him in a way no one had before. Spencer shared the same expression.

“Happy six-month anniversary Spencer. I love you.”

Spencer looked at Y/N in disbelief.

“Before you start spouting of facts about transference and how I am probably only saying this because you saved my life, you’re wrong. Because then I would be telling Hotch and Morgan the same thing.”

Spencer couldn’t help the watery smile that graced his face. For the second time in the past day, his eyes filled with tears. But this time, they were good.

“I’ve known I have loved you for a long time. For five months actually. I knew I loved you when we made pizza in your apartment and we ended up burning it, so we ordered one instead.”

Spencer laughed at the memory. It was the first time Spencer had initiated their make out. He had watched her cooking, in his apartment, and he had never found her more attractive than he did seeing her in his home.

“I knew that whilst you were spouting of facts about the invention of the pizza that I loved you and that I could listen to you forever. I love you Spencer.”

Spencer pulled Y/N closer to him as he rested his forehead against her own. The pair basked in each other’s presence.

“Past surveys show that men wait just 88 days to say those three little words to their partner for the first time, and 39 percent say them within the first month. Women, on the other hand, take an average 134 days. You knew after 31 days that you loved me. I knew after our first date that the way I felt when I was with you is a feeling that I could not even describe with my vast vocabulary. I knew after 8 days that the way I felt was stronger than liking you and that was a frightening thought. But its scarier to think what could have happened to you yesterday. That I could have lost you without you ever knowing. I made that mistake before. I will never make it again. I love you too.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile and giggle that overtook her. Spencer, feeling high of the serotonin that was coursing through his body, couldn’t help his laugh either. Soon the pair were a giggling mess, unaware of the team who had all begun to awaken whilst the pair were talking.

The team congregated to the back of the jet, allowing the couple to stay in their own bubble.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen him truly happy.”

The group nodded at Emily’s words.

JJ smiled as she watched her best friend rattle of the possible movies that he and his girlfriend could spend their anniversary watching as she recovered. Her smile growing even wider at Y/N’s enthusiasm to watch the film’s in their original language. None of them could miss the look of adoration beaming between the pair.

“Yeah, it really has.”

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. -Lao Tzu

A/N- It isn’t the best but I really enjoyed writing this one.

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· Unwanted Surprises ·

Summary : The reader wonders if she and Tommy have fallen out of love.

Author’s note: I started writing this on Christmas morning and then I forgot all about it. Now, I know we are long past Christmas, but since today I woke up feeling particularly angsty I decided to finish this. So yeah, buckle up. 

Warnings: season 3 and 4 SPOILERS, mentions of smut. 

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The morning before Christmas  Y/n woke up feeling melancholy. If it had been any other year she would be downstairs in the kitchen helping Frances prep everything and waiting for Polly, Ada and Tommy’s brothers to arrive. In years prior they always spent the days leading up to Christmas together, but not this year. Y/n had spent the most of the year feeling aloft, it being mainly Charlie and her and sometimes Tommy when he bothered to be home with the occasional visit from Michael ,who was the only one who still stood being in Tommy’s presence after what he had done to his family.

Y/n rolled to the other side of the bed and found it empty, Pristine and intact. Indicating that Tommy hadn’t even slept next to her the night before which as of late wasn’t uncommon. She ran her hand over the cold bedsheets on Tommy’s side an felt a strange twinge of anxiety. A strain of a foreboding feeling she chose to ignore as she got out of bed with a sigh.

She couldn’t contain the silent tears that fell across her cheeks as she made herself look presentable to go do some last minute Christmas shopping with Charlie.

“And can we get those chocolate biscuits I love from the bakery?” Asked Charlie excitedly as they made their way downstairs.

“Sure we can” smiled y/n “and also lemon scones and strawberry cake”

Charlies eyes lit up at the mention of scones “ We are going to get fat” he giggled.

“Well, a bit of extra fat is good for the winter” Reasoned y/n poking his nose.

Y/n stopped by Tommy’s home office before leaving just to let him know that they were going shopping.

“Do you want anything?” She offered softly.

“No” he dismissed. Again, there there was the pang of pain she felt when touching his side of bed.

“Okay, we won’t be long”

“Alright” he muttered nonchalantly.

The Christmas shopping helped uplift her mood. She got lost between decorations, Charlie’s smile and the joy that just seemed to float around the people shopping around her. Making her all forget for a while of her own and her husband’s gloom and of the shitty year they’d had.

When she and Charlie got home they unpacked what they bought before going to the kitchen for a cup of hot chocolate to go with the pastries they had bought in town.

She put Charlie to bed and read him stories, once he fell asleep she pressed a kiss to his forehead and went to find her husband who was still in his office.

“What’s this?” He asked looking at the neatly wrapped tiny box she handed to him before sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Just a little something” she smiled. “Go on, open it” She hoped the gift could warm him up and make way for her to spend some time with him.

But Tommy didn’t open it, he just placed it on his desk next to the array of papers that were scattered there “Thanks” he muttered before turning his attention back to the papers and worrying about the black hand he had just been delivered. Of course he hadn’t told Y/n about it yet.

Y/n sighed and pondered on wether to go on with what she had planned to do before entering the room. “Fuck it” she thought and walked towards Tommy. Completely oblivious to his worries about the Italians. She took away the pen he had in his hand and placed it on the table before crawling on his lap, finally earning his attention.

“Y/n” he began in a warning tone.

But Y/n payed no heed to his tone and ghosted her lips over his “I have another surprise for you” she said unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress revealing straps of lacy lingerie she had bought several days prior and hadn’t had the chance to wear. It had been a while since she and her husband had had sex. She understood he was mentally exhausted but she missed his touch and yearned for it.

She felt his hands on her waist, holding her in place and sighed internally in bliss at his touch before pressing her lips to his. Tommy followed along corresponding the kiss for a few moments before pulling away, earning an inaudible whine from Y/n at the loss of contact.

“Not now” he whispered with a sigh leaning back on his chair with Y/n still on his lap.

“Then when?” She asked feeling her heart grow heavy “We haven’t had sex in months” her voice raising ever so slightly at the end.

Tommy rolled his eyes “I don’t know, alright?! I have more important things to worry about” he said rising his voice more than Y/n’s.

Y/n couldn’t contain the tear that rolled down her cheek at his response. She quickly wiped it away before buttoning up her dress. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, unwanted and beyond embarrassed she got off her husband and began walking away from his desk. Her arms wrapped around herself for comfort without another word.

She stopped before opening the door, a question she had very present in her mind scratching inside her heart to be asked.  

“Do you still love me?”

As her question spoken in the most broken of voices, rang through Tommys ears, he felt his heart stop. Had his negligence been too powerful to make her question his devotion to her? He hated the answer her question provided and got up walking towards her.

She heard his chair being drawn and remained where she stood, wiping away the tears that had followed that first one. She didn’t want him to see her cry, but she couldn’t hold back her silents sobs when she felt Tommys strong arms wrapping around her waist from behind.

“How can you ask that?” He asked.

She turned in his arms and sunk into his embrace as she snaked her own arms around him. The smell of his cologne and his cigarettes filled her nostrils coaxing more tears from her eyes. It had been a while since they last hugged.

“I love you” he promised pressing a kiss to her hairline before cupping her face in his hands and pressing his lips against hers.

Y/n felt all her emotions fluttering havoc inside her at the spark Tommy’s touch caused in her and parted away from his lips, tears still decorating her face. He looked into her puffy eyes with utter adoration and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

“I will never stop loving you” he professed in honest earnest before hugging her again, this time tighter than the first time. “Don’t ever think I will “ his mind traveling at all the times he had pushed Y/n away during the year and beat himself up for it.

The sound of the door opening earned Tommy’s attention and when Frances walked into the scene she immediately apologized for not having knocked.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby, Mrs. But the chef insists on knowing at which time your guests will arrive, he’s foreign” she rushed.

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