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gurugirl · 1 year ago

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Just For Tonight | Ch. 2

Series Summary: Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's only going to be just for tonight. Or is it?

Chapter Summary: Y/n's pretty sure she'll never see or hear from Harry again. They had a fun night but he made it clear that it was only just the once. Except Harry can't seem to follow his own rules.

Warning: 18+ only, smut

Word Count: 10,501

Commissioned by anon (thank you!! xoxo)

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Having a night with Harry Styles was like having one of those hot-girl secrets that only the most privileged were in on. But what that also meant was that she couldn’t really go talking all about it to everyone either.

She would have loved to have posted on Instagram all about it. Bragged about having seen his cock and then having it inside of her. She would have loved to have seen Dyna’s face when she told her that Harry Styles had eaten her out and spanked her. Dyna was one of those acquaintances in her friend group who was smug and pretty but rude. Thought her shit didn’t stink.

And well, she never would tell anyway. Not only would she never brag about what she’d done with someone during sex, but she wouldn’t want to betray anyone that way.

But it was kind of a bummer that she couldn’t talk about it all. Ady drilled her for information and Y/n had already decided that she’d only spill the details to her best friend, whom she could actually trust. Ady was a work friend at best. She trusted Ady, but not with that kind of secret.

All Ady knew was that Y/n had spent the night with Harry Styles. And when she arrived at the office on Monday morning, half of her co-workers had already heard about it.

“That’s why I didn’t give you details, Ady. You shouldn’t be saying anything to anyone.” Y/n replied as she bit into her sandwich. Ady was trying to extract more information from her.

“But I would never tell anyone those details, Y/n! Come on. Just give me something. Any tattoos we don’t know about? Is his dick as big as everyone thinks it is?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and stood up from her chair, tossing the crust of her sandwich into the garbage, and completely ignoring Ady on her way back to her desk.

After a few days, the gossip had died down and Ady had pretty much given up. Y/n was glad everyone had stopped talking about it and asking her uncomfortable questions.

And while on the outside it had appeared Y/n had moved on completely, on the inside she couldn’t stop replaying the night with Harry over and over again.

Especially when she was alone in her bedroom at night.

Y/n had a housemate. She lived in a two-bedroom bungalow with a microscopic backyard, street parking, and the tiniest closet known to man. And still, she could barely afford to make rent each month. But Brad was nice. And he allowed her to pay a little late sometimes. She didn’t often pay late. Maybe a handful of times over the year.

But it also helped that Brad had a bit of a crush on Y/n. She didn’t want to be that person but it came in handy in this case.

“I’m so sorry. I get paid next Friday and I’ll pay you first thing. Just didn’t keep track of my spending again this month.” It was slightly embarrassing. She wasn’t careless about how she spent her money but that month she had the Harry Styles concert, bought a hotel room (which she didn’t even sleep in), and spent a little extra on her cute new bodysuit. She had saved up her money but overspent just a tiny bit. Okay so maybe she was a little careless with her money at times. And she was getting too old to keep living paycheck to paycheck. It was time to start putting money away.

And she couldn’t do that with her current job and all the bills she had on top of that.

Y/n was going to have to find a second job. Anything so she could get her footing and pay off some loans, and then maybe she could breathe a little.

“No worries, Y/n. I’m good for it until then.” Brad smiled. She could tell he was getting tired of it, though. And for that alone, the embarrassment of having to ask if he could cover her part for a handful of days and to see his expression of pity and probably a little bit of annoyance, yeah. It was time to find a second job.

Her cousin was the floor manager at a posh, expensive restaurant downtown that Y/n would have never dreamed of stepping foot into. Not normally anyway. But there was a job opening for a server spot that her cousin had casually mentioned a week prior. She didn’t know if the position had been filled or not and if they would give her that prime weekend shift but there was only one way to find out.

“Y/n! Hi! How are you?” Laren answered chipper and sweet.

“Hi. Uh… good! How are you?”

Small talk commenced before Y/n finally got into the nitty gritty of why she was calling.

“Oh? The server position? It hasn’t been filled actually. We’ve been interviewing, though. You should come in and apply. I can put in a good word.”

The position was for two weekday nights and rotating a Sunday and Saturday every other week with a draw for the occasional Friday night (the coveted night to serve apparently). It wasn’t ideal but she figured she’d at least apply and see what happened.

Y/n had been a server in college so she was familiar with the work. It was hard, stressful at times, but tips could be good with the right tables.

And part of her didn’t want to waitress again. She was already working 40 hours at her office job. This would leave her with very little free time. But she needed to do something because every time she thought about how she was late on rent again it made her cringe and flush hot with embarrassment.

The interview process was fairly painless. And the fact that her cousin already worked there seemed to be in her favor because the very next afternoon she was getting a call to come back in to begin training. She’d gotten the position.

And it was just as hard as she imagined it would be. Shadowing one of the servers felt strange. She started on a Tuesday night since it would be a relatively slow night. Rushing from her office job to get home, changing into her uniform, and then racing through heavy traffic to get to the restaurant gave her a good idea of how it would be for her on the nights she worked during the weekdays.

Her past experience was a blessing. She only needed to shadow for two weeks before they started letting her have her own tables. Everyone on staff was easy to get along with on some level.

She did learn, though, that Vyra was upset that they were letting her take a weekend night shift so early on. Vyra was also a server who’d been at The Dulcería for a couple of years and wasn’t allowed weekend shifts until she’d been serving for a while.

“Tell them I’ll take your ten top tonight. I don’t think you’re quite ready for the level of service you’ll need to provide.” Vyra placed her tray down and faced Y/n as she spoke.

Y/n had just arrived at the restaurant for her first weekend evening shift by herself. She didn’t even know she had a ten top as she’d only just walked into the door.

“I… okay, well, let me at least put my stuff down. I’ll talk to Mannie and find out what he wants before I ask for that.” She was already annoyed. Not ready for the level of service… Just for that comment alone, Y/n was going to make sure she kept the table and was the best damn waitress that ten top could ever have that night.

“I’m telling you that it’s going to be better for you to just give me the table. We’ll switch off. They’re gonna be here all night.”

Y/n put her purse in the locker and turned to look at Vyra, “How do you know they’re gonna be here all night?”

“Because the reservation was very specific about how long they would be here. Probably someone famous honestly. Just tell Mannie you’re giving me your section.”

Sighing as she clicked the lock into place and tied her apron around her waist she shook her head, “We’ll see.”

Y/n checked the schedule for the night and realized, the only table that she was assigned was the ten top Vyra had mentioned. Which was interesting. Looking at the name on the reservation it didn’t ring any bells for her as to who could be in the party that would require her to stay with them all night but she knew she could take care of the table on her own. Even if they were famous and picky and maybe demanding. There were only ten of them. And it was her only table.

After the first two guests had arrived and were brought to the table by the hostess, Mannie signaled to her to greet them at the table and get some drinks started.

“You didn’t tell Mannie to let me take over. You didn’t even ask. I think it’s in your best int–“

“I’ve got it, Vrya. I appreciate your concern but I’m fine. Really,” she spoke as she neared the private area of the dining room where her table was.

“No. I don’t think you understand, Y/n. You’re new at this–“

Y/n stopped abruptly and Vrya nearly ran into her, “Stop. I’ve waited tables before. And Mannie wanted me to have this one. Just… go back to your tables and give it a rest.”

The pair at the table were dressed extremely casually, which was unusual for the restaurant. Most people entering the doors of The Dulcería wore designer and dressed appropriately in smart casual.

“Hi. I’m Y/n. I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Would you like me to get you started with anything? Wine for the table or appetizers for when everyone else starts to arrive?”

The young woman at the table ordered three bottles of wine to start and a handful of appetizers. Easy enough.

When Y/n returned to the private area with a cart full of wine and water she stopped in her tracks. More of the party had arrived but now she recognized two of them. She blinked her eyes and swallowed as she felt her heart rate pick up before pushing the cart forward again and closer to the table. She could be seeing things, she told herself.

As she neared the party she honed in on the man with his back to her with chocolate brown curls and broad shoulders. Was this…? It couldn’t be.

And yet she was sure it was. Based on the fact that she was looking right at Jeff Azoff and his adorable wife Glenne… She gulped as she parked the cart at the edge of the room and plucked up one of the bottles of red wine to uncork.

Carrying the bottle and a glass of wine toward the young woman who ordered it, she was suddenly aware that all eyes were on her as she turned the label side out toward her. But before she could pour a taste sample the young woman pointed at the man with his brown curls at the other end of the table, “It’s his to taste.”

She let out a quick breath to ground herself and closed her eyes for only a moment before turning to see those bright green eyes already on her. The big grin on his face told her he recognized her immediately. Of course he did.

She smiled, taking a step back, and slowly walked toward Harry to give him the first taste of the wine.

Pouring the liquid into the glass slowly as she stood to his left Harry finally spoke, “I didn’t know you worked here. How have you been?”

Okay. A standard greeting. Even that alone got her heart aflutter. She wasn’t sure if he’d act like he didn’t know her or if he’d greet her kindly. She would assume the latter but of course, one never knows in these circumstances.

“I’ve been well. This is actually a new job for me. And uh, how about you? How have you been?”

Harry sipped the wine and nodded, “S’good. Thank you. I’ll have a glass of this one,” he cleared his throat while she poured a serving for him, “And yeah… I’m great. Thank you. We should catch up soon,” he leaned in closer and finished his thought, “Kind of wish I’d gotten your number.” He spoke the last sentence a little softer so only she could hear.

For the duration of the dinner it was difficult to have any kind of real conversation with Harry while she was taking orders and running back and forth but each time she returned Harry made sure to get in a comment or ask her a question. She noticed the looks from a few of the people sitting around the table.

Heading back into the kitchen to grab their meals she noticed Vrya walking toward her side of the restaurant where the private dining room was. By then, all the servers heard about who was in the private dining room. Most didn’t make a fuss about it but a couple of them were curious.

With the tray loaded she delicately walked back toward her guests and spotted Vrya next to Harry and chatting. Technically Vyra wasn’t allowed to speak to guests at Y/n’s table unless she requested help. It wasn’t a big deal normally, but since Harry was a celebrity, a famous pop star, it would be frowned upon. This wasn’t some Deux Moi tell-all Sunday sightings gossip rag. This was a posh, upscale restaurant where wealthy people and celebrities came to enjoy a quiet meal without being disturbed or spotted. Mannie was not going to be happy about Vrya taking it upon herself to check on Y/n’s table. She couldn’t wait to talk to Laren about Vyra as well. She wished her cousin was there that night so she could vent but she’d be calling her about this later.

Placing the tray onto the stand Y/n frowned at Vrya as they made eye contact, “I was just seeing if everything was going well. Since you’re new and all,” Vrya laughed and looked down at Harry, “Plus having such a big star here we need to make sure service is perfect.”

Harry smiled at Y/n, “Y/n here been more than perfect. You’ve nothing to worry about. I’m sure we all agree,” he gestured toward everyone at the table, “we are in the most capable hands here. Couldn’t be happier.”

The fake smile on the intruder was telling as Y/n began to bring dishes around the table, “Thanks for checking in on me Vrya. It’s unnecessary, though. I’ll call on help if I need it.”

Standing up straight and nodding at Harry she walked behind Y/n and whispered, “His water glass is low,” and then exited the room.

Y/n had no idea what she’d done that would have Vyra acting like such a child. She was polite to Vrya but she really wanted to yank her hair out and shove her out the window for sticking her nose into business that wasn’t hers. But she figured she was better off ignoring the whole thing.

“So, Y/n��” one of the guys at the table spoke up, “We hear that you and Harry met at a recent concert. How did you enjoy the show?”

She felt her neck get hot as she fumbled with the notepad in her apron pocket, “Oh… it was awesome. Yeah. I gave him a pair of sunglasses that he wore that night on stage. That’s pretty much how we met. Brought a co-worker with me. A blast. It was the first concert I’ve been to.” She smiled and then quickly corrected, “First Harry Styles concert that is!”

The look on Harry’s face was cheeky. He was holding in an obvious grin on his face as he gazed at her. She was a nervous thing in this setting. Harry remembered quite well how sure of herself and confident she’d been that night. How she was practically dominating him, leading everything that happened. Mostly.

And even though he made it clear that what had happened was just for that night, he realized he’d been fantasizing about her a lot since then. In fact, every time he touched himself his thoughts made their way to Y/n just before he could come. He hadn’t even slept with anyone since. Not that he’d been holding out for her or anything. He had been thinking about her a lot, though. Missing her even. He was quite delighted that she was his server and that he happened to meet her once again. It felt like fate maybe.

And Harry was a big believer in fate and the universe shifting and creating space and paths for humanity. He was a believer in karma and destiny and intertwined lives. And so because of that Harry was sure this meant something.

When the restaurant was shut down and the servers were calling it a night, Y/n was clearing the table and refilling the last of the wine for everyone. She was told not to rush them, and she had no intention of doing so. She was enjoying the table. Everyone was polite and easy to please. There were no difficult requests or off-the-wall dietary restrictions.

Though Harry was particular with his order (the man was clearly eating strictly healthy which made sense given the state of his body, which she was quite acquainted with) it was easy to accommodate. Plus his presence had set her in a good mood. He was gentle and sweet and everyone in his party was the same.

And the way Harry kept looking at her, as if he knew something she didn’t somehow… a teasing grin, slightly stifled… she was all nerves and butterflies and big smiles. It had been an amazing night at work. It hardly felt like work at all.

Exiting the bathroom after a much-needed bladder release she walked up the hallway but was stopped short when she heard his voice, “What are you doing after you get off?”

His deep rasp had her tummy boiling as she turned and saw him leaning against the frame where the hallway met the corner of the entry to the kitchen. Stepping back toward him she looked up at his sharp green eyes and shook her head, “Going home.”

That smirk, the one that hid what he was really thinking deep down slowly widened until he was grinning full-on, “Where’s home?”

Looking behind her and then over his shoulder to make sure no one was nearby she squinted her eyes at him, “Why do you want to know?”

Harry sighed and softened his stance, putting his arms down to his sides, “Because. I was gonna ask a follow-up question and figured it might be important to know if my place is closer or yours.”

She let out a soft laugh in surprise and now her ears were growing warm, “At this hour… A fifteen-minute drive away.”

Harry nodded and reached a hand out to her apron, pulling gently at the bow, “Got it. Would you be interested in having me over tonight?”

Cocking her head and keeping her eyes squinted in scrutiny she responded, “And why would you want to come over to my place?”

She felt like this was obvious. She could have answered this question on her own. But she wanted to hear it from him. Wanted to be sure she was on the same page as him.

He leaned in and lowered his voice, keeping a finger looped into her apron’s bow, “Seeing you tonight has reminded me of how much fun we had. I know I said it was only a one-time thing but maybe we could make it a two-time thing,” he smiled broadly and shrugged.

Harry was a confident guy. He wasn’t typically turned down. In fact, on the rare occasion he was turned down it usually had nothing to do with him. So he was pretty sure Y/n would be happy to have him. But even as sure of himself as he felt, he was feeling his nerves peak at the idea she would say no.

“A two-time thing. Okay… well I do have a roommate. His bedroom is connected to the wall next to mine. Privacy is an issue. If you’re okay with that then I’d say… sure.”

Harry let out a laugh through his nose, though it was more out of relief than due to anything being funny, “What makes you think I want to be in your bedroom? Maybe I just wanted to stop by for a movie. Or we could bake cookies or something.”

Harry laughed at the obvious nonsense he’d just spewed. They both knew what this was.

“Oh? So you want to like watch a movie and bake some shit? I’m down with that. I don’t think I have the ingredients to make cookies or anything but I’m sure we could stop somewhere and grab flour–“

Harry pinched at her hip and stepped in close, “I was kidding…”

Now it was Y/n’s turn to laugh before she straightened her back as much as possible and put on a serious face. With his proximity, she was bent slightly back to look up at him, “You were? So you mean you don’t want to bake cookies with me?”

Harry’s grin and his hands at her hips were soft, “I don’t want to bake cookies with you. I want to get you in bed again.”

Well okay. There it was. She knew that’s what it was but to hear him say it out loud had her head spinning and her heart pounding.

She nodded, “Right. So… how do we do it? You want me to drive or…?”

Harry shook his head with a laugh, “Give me your number.”

. . .

Harry and his crew left before Y/n did. She’d given him her number and he texted her back right away. It was surreal. Just like how she felt the first time she met him. She almost didn’t believe it was happening.

Vyra was cold for the rest of the night but after the huge tip left, Y/n could understand why. Harry’s table had been her only table of the night. Her shift was only four hours but they stayed the entire time. She figured Vyra knew that some celebrities tipped well and wanted in on that.

In fact, the tip had been so big she had to sit down when she realized the number written in the tip line with a small smiley face next to it. She’d have a talk to Harry about this. It was far more than necessary. Even after splitting the tips up between the kitchen and the bussers in the system, it left her with enough money to cover rent and all her bills for a month. Yeah. Excessive.

She texted Harry the minute she parked her car in front of her house. It was well after midnight. She wasn’t sure he’d actually come, still in disbelief about it all. The fact that he was there and that she was assigned to that table felt like pure luck. Fate if you believed in that kind of thing. Which she didn’t. Not normally anyway.

His return text came back quickly.

On my way.

Quickly showering off her sweat and the smell of cooked food then shaving her legs she tried to calm herself down. The night with Harry in the hotel room she’d been perfectly groomed and ready for anything that might happen. Not that she expected it that night, but one never knows. Going to a Harry Styles concert and having the chance to catch his eye wasn’t something she’d half-ass. She never in a million years would have thought he’d have pointed her out while he was singing and then proceed to bring her back to his suite. But he did.

And this evening, she wasn’t fully groomed but smooth legs and clean bits were the least she could offer in such a short amount of time. She laughed to herself as she thought about it all. Wondered if he’d even care if she was a little sweaty. She wasn’t going to chance it.

When he texted that he was out front she took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror one last time just to be sure before dashing to the front door as quietly as possible (so as not to wake Brad) to let the famous pop star into her small, rented bungalow.

She gestured to Harry with a finger to keep quiet, “My roommate is sleeping. Do you need water? The bathroom?”

Harry’s grin revealed that he needed only one thing. And neither had anything to do with what she’d just offered.

“I take it no baking cookies, then?”

They grinned at each other as she led him to her room.

Her bedroom was cute. She had cream curtains that draped down to the floor, a wooden dresser with a framed photo of Y/n with her family atop, a coaster from a local bar, a box that appeared to be a jewelry case, and a carton of tissues. Her bed was made and the comforter looked fluffy with a pretty pink and yellow flower pattern all over it. Framed prints of plants and flowers on her walls and a standing lamp in one corner. A closed door, which was definitely hiding a closet behind. A nightstand on either side of her bed.

“Cute,” Harry spoke as he looked everything over and then brought his gaze back to the woman he’d been fantasizing about since their last night together.

“Yeah. Uh… this is it.” She shrugged and felt her tummy warm up under his scrutiny. He was staring at her and she knew he was there for one thing only.

Sitting on her bed she sighed and attempted to lighten the mood, “So… that tip was way too big, Harry. I can’t possibly accept such a thing. I don’t think–“

Harry shushed her as he sat down and took her hand in his, “Nonsense. You are an amazing server and deserve every penny of that. Probably more even.”

His light eyes were scalding. Every inch of skin he took in she felt sizzle.

“Thank you. Just feels weird. Especially now that you’re here…” she laughed quietly.

“Now that I’m here? What do you mean?” His fingers wound into hers, his thumb moving along the edge of her hand. Such an innocent gesture, giving her goosebumps. Though she was well aware his intentions weren’t innocent.

“I mean… Like you just gave me a bunch of money and now you’re in my bedroom,” she smiled and tried to maintain eye contact but it was hard with how gorgeous he was.

“This is separate from that, Y/n. You should know that. I just missed you which is why I wanted to come here. You’re just really good,” he looked at the bed and then back to her, “You know… in this setting.” He grinned wide.

“In this setting?” She laughed at his words and shook her head.

The grin dropped from Harry’s face as he brought his free hand up to cup her jaw, “Can I kiss you? I missed these lips so much. I’ve been thinking of them since that first time with you.”

Nodding her head she felt him pull at her thigh just as his lips found hers.

Things had shifted since the last time she saw him. Somehow it felt a little different. Maybe more intimate in some way. It was probably because they were in her bedroom rather than a hotel suite, and this was the second time they’d be seeing each other in this context. But there was something else there too. She was feeling… less sure of herself. She still had the confidence she needed to kiss him back and unbutton his shirt, but unlike last time when she was feeling very forward, this time something kept her slightly reserved.

And Harry noted her softer demeanor. He didn’t mind it, though. In fact, this time he was feeling like he wanted to show her how good he could be. Give her a taste of him taking the lead and maybe have her begging him a bit. He was in a bit of a mood that night. He was glad that he saw her in the restaurant because it’d been a month since he’d gotten laid (and it just so happened the last person he’d had sex with was Y/n) and she was the only girl he could think of that would scratch the itch he had.

Y/n was pressed back into the mattress as Harry pulled her sweatpants off, “Do you want to feel good, Y/n?”

She nodded and puffed a laugh out, “Well… yeah…” She thought that was an obvious answer and the way she responded told Harry she was mocking him.

Harry paused the movements of his hands as he stuck his fingers into her panty’s waistband. He cocked his brow up at her in warning before he popped her thigh with a smack. She laughed and sat up with her mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Behave. I was just asking a question. Wanna try that answer again?”

She swallowed and blinked her eyes, “Yes, Harry. I want to feel good.” She smirked at him. Her answer was still lined with cheek but he’d give her a pass. He wanted to see her.

He smiled and nodded before proceeding to pull her panties down her legs, “Good. Because that’s what we’re here for. To feel good. Take your shirt off for me.”

Y/n was relieved that Harry seemed to pick up where she was lacking. She didn’t know what had her feeling so permissive but they seemed to be on the same page. She peeled her shirt off over her head and Harry spread her legs apart, fitting himself in between her thighs.

He was still mostly dressed. His shirt was unbuttoned and his jeans were undone. Both Y/n’s doing, but that was as far as it had gone with getting him out of his clothes before he stopped her and began to tell her he was going to get her naked.

“Can you take your bra off too? Need it all off.” He waved his hand toward her chest as he directed his sight to the space between her thighs. It felt so vulnerable to have him clothed while she was naked. But she did as he said and removed her bra for him.

The dim lamp in her room kept everything visible. Harry could tell she was already a bit wet. The gleam peeking out from her labia had his tummy on fire. He couldn’t wait to feel her again. Slip his cock right in and drive into her. He imagined he’d need to keep her mouth covered while he was fucking her to keep her quiet because he recalled how loud she was the first time they’d been together.

But before he could indulge himself in feeling the juicy stretch of her around him, he was determined to have her come in his mouth and on his fingers first. She didn’t orgasm when he ate her out the last time and that was something that stuck with him. He had nowhere to be the following morning and given that it was a Sunday he figured she was free as well so they could play for a lot longer this time around. Not that that stopped them from having a good romp and then a quick fuck in the morning the last time, but he planned to take his sweet time with her now.

He smoothed his hands up her thighs and licked his lips, “I’m gonna lick your pretty pussy until you come and then if you’re still well behaved maybe I’ll let you taste my cock for a bit before I fuck you. How’s that sound?”

She nodded and moaned softly, “Mmm… That sounds so good.”

Harry smiled and pressed his thumb over her clit and gently began to rub back and forth, “It does doesn’t it? I missed this with you, angel. Can’t believe I thought it was just going to be the one time. Seems as though fate had a different idea.”

She scrunched her brows and an ooh feel from her mouth at the feel of his thumb on her clit and his soft words.

Harry leaned over her body, the fabric of his shirt dragging over her tummy as he dipped down to wrap his mouth around her pebbled nipple. She craned her neck back into the soft pillow and sighed at the feel of him on her. His lips on her breast and his thumb on her wet nub.

By the time he’d licked and sucked the expanse of both of her breasts, she was completely on edge. On fire. His teasing thumb gently rolling her clit back and forth was making her lose it.

“Fuck… please, Harry,” she whispered as she stuffed her fingers into his hair. He lifted off her breast and looked up at her, “What is it, angel? Please what?”

“I just… I want you to fuck me. Now.”

Harry sat back onto his haunches and looked at where his hand was at her pussy. All wet and shiny for him, “What did I say?” He looked back into her eyes, “Don’t you remember what I said I was gonna do first?”

She let out a shaky breath, “I do. I just thought you could skip it if you wanted. Really want to feel you again.”

He kept his thumb working her clit as he groaned, “I want to feel you too. But I have to have a go at you first. Want to put my mouth right here,” he slid his thumb upward and pressed down, “and make you come.”

Her tongue poked out from her lips as she kept her mouth parted. Heavy lids and wiggly hips.

Harry loved the way she looked. Like she was ready for whatever was to come. She was desperate for him and he already had her saying please. He loved a little begging when he could get it.

“Little tongue coming out to say hello,” he reached forward and pressed his finger onto her pink muscle and she immediately wrapped her lips around his digit. His own mouth dropped open at her desperation. Her tongue pressed into the pad of his finger and she sucked him in.

“Shit, angel. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. Okay? Don’t worry.”

He felt her lift upward into his hand and he got the hint. She needed something.

Pulling his finger out of her mouth and taking his hand from her pussy he pulled his shirt off over his shoulders and knelt down, pressing his fingers through her crease, coating his digits in her slippery essence.

He looked up at her face as he plunged two fingers into her hole and then lowered his mouth over her cunt and she bellowed loudly before putting her arm over her mouth to keep herself quiet. She’d have to keep herself in check with the noises but her concern about Brad being right next to her room was slowly dissolving.

Harry chuckled into her labia as his tongue slipped up and down, lapping at her arousal.

It was soft but every time he puckered his lips and ran his tongue up and down her clit she felt a spark lighting up her insides.

Her moans were muffled under her arm. But she was so wet that everything in her room sounded exactly like what was happening. Harry’s lips and tongue and fingers moved through her wet labia and creamy arousal and she wished she could record the sounds to listen to later.

Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest and he curled his fingers and dragged the tips along her soft ridges on the inside. He flattened his tongue over her clit and slurped before quickly sweeping his tongue back and forth. Her little squeak was a good sign. He smiled.

When he felt her fingers in his hair, pulling gently she began to roll her hips into his face. He lifted up to take a look at her as much as he could with her fingers on his head. She was gorgeous. Her wet pussy was smeared all over his face, her tits swayed softly as she arched and writhed, her hair was splayed out across her pillow, soft thighs parted.

Then he noticed the way she was fucking herself down onto his fingers. Her hips began to move faster and her pathetic mewls were falling muffled from her mouth.

Harry lowered his lips back to her pussy and she sighed in relief. But he only applied a sloppy kiss to her mound before looking back up at her. He moved his free hand up her body and pushed her arm off her face, tilting his head up to speak, “Keep your eyes on me, angel. You can be a good girl stay quiet. I know you can,” he pumped his fingers into her as he spoke against her pussy in hot breaths.

She adjusted her body slightly, using the pillow to help keep her neck angled so she could watch him. To keep her eyes on his. She gasped and tried to stifle her moans as she watched him dig in with his whole face.

His pretty green eyes were mostly pupil, dark with only the edges of crystal green surrounding. She put her other hand into his hair and cradled the back of his head. The hand he wasn’t using to finger her had her thigh held down, his fingers pinching into her soft skin.

But then he used his tongue to move quickly back and forth over her clit while thrusting his fingers deep, curling into the right spot. And there was something about his eyes watching her that made her flush hot. His steady gaze seeped into her brain and wrapped itself around all those bits that supplied dopamine and caused a craving that would be hard to shake.

His fingers were stuffed so deep inside of her that she knew he must be getting his knuckles drenched. Probably his whole hand given how wet everything sounded. The bend of his fingers inside of her and the pressure on her clit, when he sucked her, pulled a loud groan from her lungs. But it didn’t stop him from continuing the sloppy lapping and slurping.

Pulling his hair tighter between her fingers she bucked her hips into his face and tried to close her legs slightly by instinct. Harry kept her one thigh pressed down hard and he used his shoulder to hold her other side down.

She cried out, “Oh god!” And threw her head back, removing her eyes from Harry’s just as she felt the spark turn into a harsh current that began to tip her into the edge of her orgasm. She knew it had been too loud. Knew that it might have woken up her housemate but she was too far away from caring about that just then. Her pussy was being snacked on in a way she’d never experienced in her life.

Harry dug himself in deeper when he could tell she was close. Her loud cry and the quiver of her thighs were a good sign. He kept at what he was doing and looked up at her soft tits as she arched her back and moaned his name.

When she began to clamp down on his fingers and her moans moved into a steady stream of whining and whimpering and her muscles tensed he knew he’d gotten her to come finally. He allowed her to have her eyes closed because he could tell it was intense. He’d have her watching him next time he made her come on his cock.

Which reminded him of what sort of state he was in. His hard dick was painfully achy. But the anticipation for what was to come had him reeling as he licked her through to her end, keeping his fingers inside of her, working her until she slowed her hips and loosened the grip on his curls.

He sat back, grabbing her hands from his hair, and looked over his handiwork. Her pussy was ready to be fucked. She was ripe for more. He knew she’d be good for another orgasm. Her body was made for this.

When she finally opened her eyes she giggled as he leaned over her frame. His face was all wet. His chin, his cheeks, and his nose were shiny with her. She followed him with her eyes as he climbed over her.

Somewhere in between her coming and right then, he’d removed his pants and boxer briefs. His cock hung heavy over her face, “Open.”

She was flat on her back as she opened her mouth for him, reaching a hand up to grasp the base of his cock to guide him to her mouth. She felt his warm tip against her lip, the smear of his precome and her slippery arousal wetting the edge of her mouth before she wrapped her lips around him.

The groan he let out was the sound of pure sex. She had barely done a thing but she was already smiling to herself at the way she made him whine.

Harry held onto the headboard with one hand and used his other to grasp the back of her head as he pushed himself down into her throat. He’d only dip in a few times. Make her swallow and gag around him once her twice because he wanted to fuck her. Wanted to feel her again.

She closed her eyes when Harry’s tip dragged against the back of her throat. He pumped himself into her a few times and she swallowed as she gagged around him. The whimper he let out made her brain swirl. She was thoroughly enjoying having her throat fucked. He wasn’t going in too hard but he was taking control of her and dipping in until she was coughing and drooling.

He pulled himself out and looked down at her, moving his hand up to her cheek with a grin, “My god, angel. Just so fucking perfect.”

She was still catching her breath. From her orgasm, from having his cock in her throat, from the intensity of the moment…

She could hear him ripping the condom wrapper open before he was back in view. He sat between her legs on his haunches as he softly moved his palms over her thighs and up to her hips, “Gonna give me another one? Come on cock this time?”

She planted her gaze on his and nodded, “Yes…” her words were a whisper.

The cheeky grin Harry returned to her had her heart fluttering. He was so painfully attractive she felt like this was all a dream.

“Good. Need you to keep your eyes on me this time, okay?” He paused as she nodded, “Want to watch your face when I make you come. Might have to cover your mouth if you get too loud like you just were. Is that okay?”

Another quick nod and a moan told him she was on board.

Harry moved his hands up her sides, pressing his fingers into her soft skin and up to her breasts, kneading at them for a moment before lining himself up to her hole, “Look at me.”

They kept their eyes locked as he slowly pressed in past her tight opening. Harry knew that if they went without a condom he might come inside of her and not want to pull out. If she felt as good as she did with a condom, he knew he’d be falling in love and down on one knee if he felt her without.

Her puffy, juicy pussy was taking him in just as he remembered. He had to work himself in and out a bit before he finally got himself into her balls deep. He would have loved to tuck himself in further but he was halted from his thick, full balls.

“Feel that, angel?” He groaned quietly as she nodded nodded in gasps. “Yeah? It’s so fucking deep, isn’t it? Love the way you spread open for me,” he rocked into her and pulled back, listening to the slick sounds it made.

He put his palms on the mattress with his body leaned over hers, using his strong back and thighs to fuck into her as deep as he could. He just wanted to be stuffed inside of her guts, fucking into her as far as humanly possible. And she felt that too. It was deep. The sharp ache made her keen but the drag of his pelvis against her clit felt otherworldly.

Her thighs were pushed back, bent at the knee as Harry laid himself into her over and over again. Thick, deep, languid strokes.

“Ahhhh!” She cried when he smacked into her, pushing her upward slightly.

Harry groaned and kept his eyes on hers, “Yeah? It’s that good, huh? Gonna have to cover your mouth now because I’m about to go a little harder.” She wanted harder. Liked soft too, but hard stuck around for days. Loved the feeling of having her pussy fucked so good she was reminded of it later on. Just like the first time they were together. She felt him every time she sat down or stood up for two days. Felt the leftover ache on her thighs and the burn on her bottom.

Harry angled himself down, pushing her thighs apart further with one hand and covering her mouth with his other. And his sudden punishing thrusts had her eyes going wide. It hadn’t been expected so quickly but he got right to it.

He could feel the vibrations of her moans against his palm as he buried himself in and pulled back to his tip before he hammered back into her repeatedly. Long, deep, fast strokes.

She was already rolling her eyes into the back of her head. He wanted her to watch him but he’d give her a small break and make her open them when she was coming. He wanted to watch her face and her eyes as she reached her peak.

Her bed creaked and the springs danced loudly. Muffled sounds of moans and the wet slap of skin filled her bedroom. Harry didn’t necessarily want her roommate to hear them but he did enjoy all the noises that came with sex. And in all honesty, they were both being as quiet as possible given how hard he was fucking her.

His thighs burned from the thrusts and his back muscles held himself steady over her, “Listen to that, angel. Our bodies connecting like that. How wet you are for me…” he moaned his words as he watched her face screw up in ecstasy. Her muted noises were stifled with his palm as he wrecked her insides.

She felt every inch of him taking her. Every slip and thrust, drag and pull, every deep nudge inside… She opened her eyes to see him already looking down at her and she nearly lost it. His hair was in his face, curls swaying, sweat building at his temples, his arms were flexing as he held himself up over her, his chest flushed and glistening from the intensity of his thrusts into her. He was so strong and so overpowering she felt like a rag doll under him flopping and grunting under his hand. She was just a hole to fuck as she clenched down on him when he pasted his hips to hers and rocked inward sharply.

“Keep those eyes open, angel. I can tell you’re about to come on my cock and I need you to look at me so you know who’s making you come,” he spoke his words through gasped breaths as he pushed into her deeply, slowing his thrusts so he could control his own orgasm. He was too close and he knew she was nearly there.

He rocked his hips into hers he ground himself down when he stuffed himself in fully, making sure her clit was being smushed against for friction. Repeatedly he fucked her little hole with slow plunges and smoothed against her clit. Every time he screwed into her to the hilt he felt his balls pressing into her bum, being wetted by her creamy arousal. He keened at the feel of her around him. Every little ridge of her insides taking him in like they were made for that very thing had him spinning.

Harry removed his hand from her mouth. He wanted to see her whole face as he fucked into her. Wanted to watch her mouth drop open as she creamed on his cock when she came, wanted to hear her cries, fuck anyone else that might hear. In that moment it was all about his angel and how good she was feeling. All he cared about was that she was being taken care of and that he was making her feel as good as she deserved.

“Harry, please… oh my god please…” she gasped as she clung tight to his back. His cock inside of her felt full and had her walls tingling and fluttering. She was reeling with pleasure and having him inside of her. Never wanted that feeling to go away. If she could bottle it up and take it with her she would. So she tried to stave off her orgasm for a moment longer.

“Begging me, baby? Want to come so bad don’t you? But it feels so good like this doesn’t it?” He used a hand to hold the side of her face as if he were being gentle with her. As if he wasn’t fucking into her deep with harsh ruts inward that had her gasping for air. His words and his soft touches and his hard cock were doing her in.

She tried. She really did. She wanted to have him fucking her like that for hours but she couldn’t hold on any longer. She began to moan, starting with a low, quiet sound, until she was crying out his name and shaking under him.

She kept her eyes open but found the task difficult as she started to come. And she realized that watching Harry while she came only intensified her orgasm. Her head swirled with his handsome face hovering over hers, looking directly at her as he made her come felt like she was being dominated in a way that she’d never experienced. He hadn’t tied her up or whipped her or anything like that, but it was the sensation of being watched while she was coming that made her feel like he was taking control. The experience of having the man who was making her come as he looked down at her at that moment felt like he’d claimed her as his. He was watching his own work come to fruition and it was a dominant act.

“Fuck, angel. Just like that. Come all over me. She me how good it feels.”

Y/n babbled an unintelligible response and moaned around her syllables and vowels. She didn’t know what she was saying as she forced her eyes to stay on his.

And it had been worth it to keep her eyes open when she saw Harry’s face pinch up and his mouth drop open. She could hear his groan and the harsh thuds into her cunt before he stilled and clenched his teeth as his cock throbbed inside of her. He was coming and she got to see it on the tail end of her own orgasm and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“Ahhh!” He panted as he sucked in a deep breath and choked out a loud moan. The release was heaven. He came so hard he wondered if it could be possible to leak out of his condom. He pumped and throbbed and worked himself to his end as he looked down at the pretty angel under him all fucked out and smiley on his cock.

His chest heaved as he twitched the last little bit and his features relaxed on the comedown. He kept himself over her as he began to smile, “You okay?”

She was melted below him, a soft smile on her lips as she nodded, “So fucking good. Oh my god…” she whispered.

Harry gently pulled himself off of her and checked to verify that he hadn’t in fact leaked out of his condom before pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor. He’d deal with the cleanup later. In that moment he needed to hold her and kiss her for a while.

She felt her body pulled against his and then his lips caressing over hers. Soft and reassuring. Her orgasm had been intense. Maybe the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had. The eye contact was something she hadn’t expected. She thought it would feel silly. At first, it made her feel vulnerable but when she could tell how much he needed it, needed her eyes on his it felt like a rush. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and she came so hard.

She kissed him back and put her hands up to his shoulders. Lazy and soft and sweet.

Harry pushed his nose into hers and spoke softly, “That was really, really good, Y/n. You don’t mind if I stay the night here, do you?”

Shaking her head she scraped her nails against the nape of his neck, “I want you to stay. Please.”

. . .

Waking up in her bed with Harry next to her felt like a wild fantasy. She considered pinching herself as she fluttered her eyes open and saw his sleeping face smushed into her pillow. The night before he’d been a sex god. A man so fine with a masculine and well-muscled body that he made her mouth water and her clit throb. He’d fucked her so good and it was so hot it gave her goosebumps just thinking about it. But there he was lying in her bed asleep, pink lips and glossy eyelids, small puffs of breath coming from his nose, and adorably messy hair. She couldn’t quite wrap her brain around how he went from the man who took control of her the night before to the soft, cute, sleeping beauty the very next morning.

He asked if he could stay. Said he wanted to be with her a little longer. And that was the part that really stuck with her. Sure he was handsome and then some. They got along so well and everything felt so compatible with him. And that was a problem. Because he wasn’t just some guy. This was Harry Styles. She couldn’t go getting her feeling too mixed up in everything. But he made it hard with the way he treated her and handled her. Like they’d known one another for an eternity.

On their first night together it was clear that what they were doing was just something fun and that was it. Which she was fine with. She happily accepted his terms then. Just as she happily said yes to him staying the night this time. Whatever he wanted she was fine with it. Well, she hoped she’d be fine. Because she was sure he’d never get his feelings mixed up with sex when it came to her.

Gently putting her fingers into his hair she saw his eyelids move and then slowly he graced her with his gorgeous eyes and then a soft smile.

He didn’t say anything before he dragged her the short distance to rest her head on the pillow his head was on and kissed her.

And it went from a quiet soft morning make out to Harry’s erection poking into her hip and then scrambling for a condom with messy hair and soft sighs to a slow break of day fuck.

The springs in her bed bounced gently with every thrust of his hips. Harry kept his mouth glued to hers as he drove into her soft, wet pussy. All of her blankets had been kicked to the floor in a rush for the condom and switching positions on the bed and now it was just two bodies at the center finding relief and catching an early orgasm before their day began.

Harry rocked into her, his cock so hard and thick she felt every single inch of him moving into her and slipping back before he languidly pushed in until his hips met hers. She had her ankles crossed over his back and Harry had one hand cradling the back of her head, his mouth covering hers while his other forearm kept himself held up slightly, his chest against hers.

She gasped under him, reaching for breath every time he thrust into her. His own panting grew more desperate and soon the first sound of his voice was heard for the day, a whimpered moan falling from his throat as he felt her walls taking him in with a decadent squeeze and wet squelch.

Morning sex was always Y/n’s favorite, but it turned out it was Harry’s too. It was less fussy really. Just two tired bodies wanting to connect and feel pleasure in the golden morning light. No preamble or big to-do. Just soft morning sex and a delicious orgasm to get the day started off right.

The moment Y/n’s moan grew loud and Harry felt her cunt spasming and pulling him in deeply he let go, spurting into his condom and licking into her mouth as he throbbed in ecstasy.

And just like the night before and the first night she’d spent with him, she was amazed. Maybe it was the shape of his cock or their natural chemistry. Or maybe it was just Harry, but somehow the sex with him was beyond just good sex. She was going to be haunted by this man.

When he pulled out he held her thighs apart and lapped at her gently, just for a taste. Just to enjoy one more little squeal from her throat, which she immediately gifted him.

“Harry stop! I’m too sensitive!” She pushed at his forehead and he smiled up at her before collapsing onto the bed next to her.

He hated navigating relationships because being famous already put his life under a microscope. Most of the time it wasn’t worth it to keep seeing someone for sex unless it was a person he knew feelings would never be a problem with, and they could both have the understanding that it was just sex. But that was rare for him. Harry was all or nothing with sex usually. It was either a one-time deal or he’d want a long-term committed relationship. And the latter was complicated for someone with his lifestyle. His last long-term relationship was something he’d take with him forever. He considered it a lesson learned. And for him that meant needing to be very picky and selective about whom he let into his heart.

No more mixing business with pleasure and then taking on the guilt of having a public break-up. No more women with super complicated lives that he could get mixed up into.

He felt like he was treading dangerously with Y/n. He didn’t want to hurt her and he didn’t want to get himself hurt either. But he could see himself being with someone like her. He liked her spice and her straightforward demeanor. She was confident and funny. She wasn’t the type that he’d be able to keep his feelings separated from the sex with. He was already getting attached.

“What?” He asked her. She was lying next to him, they were sharing a pillow and she had a small smirk on her face as she gazed over his features.

“Nothing. It’s stupid,” her grin didn’t fall off her face.

Harry brought a hand up to her jaw and he thumbed gently toward her temple, “Tell me. I like stupid sometimes,” he laughed.

She bit her lip and looked away from him for a few moments before putting her eyes back on his, “Your song, Watermelon Sugar. It’s about cunnilingus?” Her smile widened feeling ridiculous asking him such a question but she couldn’t get it out of her mind. Ever since the night before when he made her come from eating her out (a rarity for her) and then that morning after they’d had sex when he went in for a quick lick.

Harry laughed and nodded, “I guess. Yeah. Why?”

“Cause you just seem to really like it.”

Harry took in a deep breath and moved his hand down her side, “I love it. Is that okay?”

She looked at him like he was crazy, “Of course it is. Very much so.”

She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Harry had been fun and sweet. And to know that this famous man could have anyone he wanted yet he chose to spend the night with her felt like something quite special. Something she wouldn’t get the chance to do ever again. To have him in bed at all was a crazy notion. But to have it happen twice?

“I want to see you again. When I get back to LA in a couple of months. Is that okay?” He said as he pulled her in for a hug before they left her bedroom. His car was waiting for him.

His words shocked her. Again?

“Oh. Yeah… Sure. That would be fun.” She was surprised. Stunned. If he wanted to see her again what did that mean? Was he thinking of her as more than just someone to have sex with?

“Well, geez. You don’t sound very enthusiastic about it,” he laughed as he pulled back from the hug.

Shaking her head she grinned, “Just didn’t expect you to want to see me again. You’re gonna be gone for months. I mean… I’d love to. Of course. But you know… No pressure.”

“Of course, there’s no pressure. I’m just saying I’d like to see you again if you’re free when I return to LA. That’s all.”

Letting out the breath she’d held in she nodded, “Yes, Harry. I’d really like that.”

Harry smiled softly and put a hand up to her face to press his palm over her cheek as he looked her over, “Gonna miss you, angel. Wish I could take you with me.”

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bueckerrss · 9 months ago

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Does she even exist? - c. sturniolo

warnings: mentions of abuse and death, cursing

this will be from chris’s perspective (takes place when he’s 17-18 years old then it jumps till when he’s older at least 21-22) street names are made up! (they’re not famous in this)

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late night walks weren’t really my thing but tonight i felt like i really needed one especially to get an energy drink from the gas station a few blocks away from my house.

i felt my phone buzz looking down at it i see it’s a message from nate deciding ill read it later i check the time 1:45 am, shit i needed to get to the gas station before anyone notices i’m gone.

as i walked the streets the cool boston air hitting my face making my cheeks and nose turn a slight pink color, from the distance i can see the lights of the gas station.

at the corner of the gas station where the lights are dim a girl around my age is standing there alone she kept looking around as if she was looking for something or someone.

“hey, is everything alright?” i asked her my voice seeming to grab her attention as she slightly jumped “yes, i’m alright! sorry i’m just looking for my boyfriend” she spoke softly still looking around “is he in the store? maybe i could go get him or something” i spoke pointing at the store behind her.

“oh no! he’s at work but he should be getting here soon since he got off at 1:30.” she explained looking down at her watch i pulled out my phone to check the time 2:00am “do you know how far his work place is?” i said “yea he works at booster juice you know that restaurant that’s a few blocks away?”

“oh yea that’s a great restaurant! what’s your name by the way?” i asked now seeming intrigued by the strange girl in front of me “oh my name is y/n l/n what about you?” she replied now looking at me “oh i’m christopher sturniolo but you can call me chris, hey do you go to somerville high school?” “yea i do!” she smiled “really why haven’t i seen you around?” i asked “i don’t know i’m very quiet and get to class as soon as possible maybe that’s why” she said with a shrug.

we spent a good 30 minutes talking getting to know each other until i felt my phone buzz.

NICK:

where the fuck are you?! it’s 2:45am! you said you were going to get something from the gas station that was over an hour ago!

shit. i look at the time and it surely was almost three am i quickly replied to his message before putting away my phone. “sorry to cut our conversation short but my brothers are waiting for me at home, are you sure your boyfriend is coming? i mean it’s almost three am” asked looking around for any sign of a car approaching us. “oh yea that’s okay and yes im sure he’ll be here any minute don’t worry!” she smiled at me.

“well it was nice meeting you y/n i’ll see you around!” i said as i headed towards the store and grabbing the energy drinks and heading to the cash register i pay and head out, looking towards were y/n was standing just to see she wasn’t there anymore maybe her boyfriend did come pick her up after all.

five years later

“oh my gosh remember that one time when we had hockey practice you accidentally ran into the wall because you tripped over chris hockey stick?” laughed nate as we were talking about old high school memories.

“i remember that!” laughed matt across from me as he nearly spilled his soda.

“i remember this one time chris scared the shit out of me!” spoke nick from next to me.

“what how?” asked matt leaning forward now intrigued by the conversation “yea it was like around january or so we were the only ones awake so he said he was going to the gas station a few blocks away to get a few energy drinks he didn’t come back till nearly three thirty am! what were you doing there for a long time?” questioned nick looking at me.

“oh i ran into y/n” i replied shrugging my shoulders “y/n?” asked nate confusion taking over his features “yea y/n you know y/n l/n? she had shoulder length hair and y/e/c eyes?” i said describing her but not seeming to ring a bell to the three boys in front of me “are you sure she went to high school with us?” asked matt

“yea she told me!” i replied “hold up i have the yearbook let me go get it” spoke nate as he made his way into the house.

not even five minutes later he came back yearbook in hand placing it in the table in front of us and flipping through all the pages no sign of her anywhere.

what? did i imagine her? was she even real? does she even exist?

“what the fuck, i swear i met someone that night named y/n and she went to our school!” i said pointing at the book confused as to why she wasn’t there.

the next morning i made my way to the library to research her online i tried looking for her social medias but nothing popped up.

as i walked in i made my way to the back where the computers where, i pull up the research bar and type in her name ‘no matches found’ read the screen fuck.

‘y/n l/n somerville high school’ i typed clicking the enter key to see if anything popped up ��256 matches found’ the screen loaded to a bunch of articles “bingo” i smirked scrolling through the articles most of them being about the awards she’s gotten for being the top of her class or how she was nominated for scholarships.

nothing seeming to grasp my attention all being the same thing but rewritten as i was about to give up on my research an article at the end caught my attention,

‘TEEN GIRL FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS BEHIND A GAS STATION NEAR OAK STREET!’

read the title of the article catching my attention i double click on it to get the full story when a newspaper article appeared on the screen making my heart drop.

‘local teen girl known as y/n was found dead in the woods behind a gas station near oak street, police say they’re investigating the incident but as far as we know the victim had several bruises on her face and body the cause of death being stabbed in the back thirteen times, the murderer has yet to be identified.’

published:1/24/99

said the article i looked through the whole article trying to find out if they ever found out who killed her or any updates on her death but nothing was updated since 1999, meaning it was a cold case and she never got her justice.

until now.

i’ll make it my mission to find out who killed her and why they did it even if it’s the last thing i do.

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rhettabbotts · 2 years ago

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Can I request Behind and Smack for the smut prompts with Dilf!Rhett?

I don't know why but I was nervous to send this in! 💕💕

tonight, i’ll be your naughty girl - dilf rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: friday night in a dingy motel room.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. rhett’s filthy mouth. light spanking. degradation. slight role playing? corruption kink. p in v. unprotected sex. rhett pulls out. oral (f receiving). fingering. squirting. choking. hair pulling. multiple orgasms. daddy kink. age gap (babysitter mid 20s, rhett late 30s). aftercare.

prompts: the sender takes the receiver from behind. the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.

The overhead fluorescent light in the hallway hummed faintly, filling the silence as Rhett opened the door to your room. It wasn’t a nice place. It smelled musty, lingering scents of nicotine filtered through your nostrils. It was dirty. It made you feel dirty.

But that was the entire point.

You were the one that suggested the place, laughing at the way Rhett’s face contorted into a look of confusion. Money wasn’t an issue. He could afford the nicest hotel in the closest city. No, you wanted this. You wanted to be treated filthy. After a big fight with your brothers, you needed the reset.

You wore your most innocent dress and you didn’t miss the way Rhett’s eyes widened when he saw the pink bow in your hair. The drive to the motel was quiet, the radio playing softly. The engine of the old beat up truck he still owned roared as you drove down the highway. Rhett took a few drags from his cigarette, the moonlight danced off his gray temples. He was sneaking glances at you, a crooked smile causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The vacancy sign flashed bright red as you pulled into the gravel parking lot.

The receptionist was a pig, if the way his eyes roamed your body told you anything.

“Check-out’s at 9. Have fun,” he grinned and Rhett gave him a look that said everything. The guy wiped whatever thoughts he was having from his brain instantly.

The room wasn’t terrible. The furniture was old and there were a few tiny holes in the carpet that you knew had to be from ashes. The light barely worked. It flickered a few times when Rhett flipped the switch and it eventually cast a hazy glow around the area. The queen sized bed looked comfortable and clean at least.

“Well… it certainly isn’t the Ritz,” Rhett mumbled. He shucked off his jacket and tossed it on the back of the chair that was pushed against the wooden table. You fiddled with the hem of your dress, trying your best to look more nervous than eager.

“It’s- it’s okay,” you uttered meekly. “I just like being with you.”

You were putting on an act and Rhett noticed.

It certainly wasn’t the first time you had fucked. You had been together for nearly a year. But he knew you needed this. He knew you needed to escape reality even if it was just for a little while.

“Oh, sweet baby. C’mere.” Rhett’s arms welcomed you into a warm hug. It was innocent enough - until his hands started wandering. The tips of his pinkies brushed along the bottom of your spine, moving until his large hands grabbed your ass fully. It made you gasp and sent you tumbling into him. A low hum escaped him as he felt your chest press against his.

“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” His words flustered you. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. Rhett knew you inside and out, knew you better than anyone. But standing here now, in the middle of a motel room miles from town, something felt different.

“Th- thank you,” you stuttered out as your eyes finally met his own. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the blue irises almost entirely. “Mr. Abbott-“

“Call me Rhett. I’ve told you that a thousand times.”

“Right. Sorry. Rhett, what are we gonna do here?” You asked, running your fingers along the collar of his t-shirt. He smiled a devilish grin as he kneaded your cheeks. Your breath hitched as those hands gathered the material of your dress and held it above your waist. He stepped back to examine the sight before him.

“Well… first, I’m gonna bury my face between your thighs. Get your sweet taste on my tongue. Then, I’m gonna get you ready to take my cock. Slide my fingers inside you until you’re crying for it. I’ll get you on your hands and knees, make you watch me fuck you in that mirror right over there. Does that sound alright, baby?”

Your thighs rubbed together at his crude words, a movement that didn’t go unnoticed. He laughed darkly as he watched you squirm. He released your dress, letting it fan over your hips once more. He tutted at your lack of response.

“I asked you a question,” he growled. Rhett gripped your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly.

“Please, Rhett,” you pleaded, words muffled. He patted your cheek gently before pulling you into a frantic kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth fervently, controlling every movement. Rhett’s strong grip tugged at your dress until he was nearly ripping it at the seams, hurriedly trying to get you naked.

“So fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Is this all for me?” His eyes roamed over your form, now standing before him in nothing but the white lace you had purchased for this special night. Rhett reached forward to palm at your breasts through the material, pinching a hardened nipple between his thumb and finger. “What a naughty girl. Dressing up like this for an old man like me. You’d let me do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

His voice ran deep and raspy, a telltale sign that he was turned on beyond repair. A door slammed down the hall which made you jump into Rhett’s arms once more. A low chuckle vibrated in his chest and against your own.

“Where do you want me?” You asked hesitantly, still trying to act timid. Rhett nodded towards the bed and you sauntered to the edge, sitting down and placing your folded hands in your lap. He made his way over to you, squatting down in front of you to look you in the eyes. Fire burned behind those cobalt blues.

“You know what to say if it gets to be too much, right?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Tell me. So I know you remember, sweet girl,” his warm palm cupped your cheek gently.

“Bronco,” you whispered.

“That’s my good girl. Scoot up. Back against the headboard,” he commanded, slipping back into his role. “Want you to watch me while I bury my tongue inside you.”

You moved hastily into position, back propped against the wooden posts. Your thighs spread involuntarily as Rhett removed his shirt with one hand, his jeans following shortly after. Even through the material of his boxer briefs, you could see how uncomfortably hard he was. You were sure that if you were to pull them down, he’d be leaking from the head. It made your mouth water at the thought.

Rhett crawled up the bed, arms and back muscles flexing deliciously. He wasted no time mouthing at you through the lacy fabric of your panties. Nipping at your clit teasingly until you were a blubbering mess.

“I said watch me,” he mumbled into your drenched lips.

“I am,” you said sarcastically, earning a sharp slap to your thigh.

“In the mirror… little brat.”

You looked up to the dresser to see your reflection staring back at you. Rhett had your thighs thrown over his shoulders, one of his own legs propped out and bent at the knee to dive deeper into you. He pulled the panties aside to lick into your dripping hole, thrusting the muscle in and out languidly. You looked into the mirror once more to see Rhett’s hips canting against the stiff mattress slightly. He was getting off on this just as much as you were.

That sight alone was enough to send you over the edge. Your fingered carded through the long locks and pulled, riding out your high as his nose brushed against your bundle of nerves with each shake of his head.

Rhett made no move to stop his mouth, instead suctioning his lips to your clit and sucking until you came for a second time - and then a third. He didn’t let up until your thighs were quivering around his head.

“Daddy! Please! I- it’s too much!” you exclaimed, not caring about the people in the room next to you. Rhett pulled back enough to look up at you with hooded eyes, like he was drunk on the taste of you.

“Can you give me one more? Wanna make sure you’re good and ready for me,” he said.

You nodded weakly, tears welling up in your eyes at the oversensitivity. Rhett went back to work, this time his fingers joined him. He thrusted his middle finger and ring finger inside of you at a brutal pace, hitting the right spot every time. You were nearly screaming within seconds, gushing around his mouth and fingers as you came once more.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, lungs feeling like they were in a vice grip. Stars filled your vision and your body jerked sporadically as Rhett massaged your thighs and hips with his unoccupied hand. You came down slowly, whimpering loudly as he pulled his fingers away from you.

“God, baby. You’re so- fuck, you’re so sexy. My perfect little girl,” Rhett muttered, kissing your thigh. His face was soaked. You could feel the wet spot beneath you. He shushed you as you whined when his mouth ascended up your body, stubble scratching against your skin roughly. He kissed your ribs, right at the spot he knew you were ticklish. Grinning against you as you giggled quietly.

During his feast, you had shuffled down the bed; head now resting upon the flattened pillows. Rhett hovered over you, damp hair brushing across your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you.

You could taste yourself on his tongue and that made you clench pathetically around nothing. It was filthy and you loved every second of it.

“You okay?” Rhett asked sincerely as he pulled back from your lips, eyes searching yours for any hesitation.

“M’all good. Just need a few moments,” you answered honestly.

“Take all the time you need, honey. We’ve got all night.”

You laid there for a while, lazily kissing in the dim lit room. Rhett’s body weight provided a sense of comfort, calming you down until you stopped twitching.

“Daddy,” you whispered against his mouth.

“Yeah, babygirl?”

“I’m ready. I want you to take me. Make me yours,” you said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He growled into your neck, rutting his hard cock onto you.

He kneeled back on his heels, yanking your panties down haphazardly and pulling you up to unhook your bra with one hand - leaving you completely bare; putting you on display. Rhett palmed at himself through his boxers before maneuvering them off awkwardly.

You were right. The red tip was leaking profusely, a few droplets of precum ran down along the side of his aching member. You absentmindedly reached forward to catch a little with your finger, bringing it to your mouth and moaning around the digit at his taste. Salty and musky and all Rhett. It made you crave more.��

“You drive me crazy, little Tillerson. I swear you’re gonna be the death of me,” Rhett said windedly.

Rhett manhandled you around the bed, pulling you up on your hands and knees; facing the mirror that adorned the dresser. His hands roamed over your back; your hips; your ass. He landed a quick slap there, smirking as it jolted you forward.

“I’ll save that for another night.”

He gripped his cock at the base, pumping it a few times before nudging your hole with the tip. He slid it through your folds in a few fleeting sweeps, ignoring your begging.

As he lined himself up, his hands crawled up your back to grab ahold of your shoulders and pulled you back onto him; slamming into you with great force. It made you moan wantonly, hitting that spot inside of you with perfect aim.

Rhett wrapped one veiny hand around your throat to hold your head back, making you stare right at the mirror. His hips pounded into you at a brutal pace, the squeaky springs on the mattress joined the sounds of skin slapping and guttural moans.

“Fuckin’ take it. Take it, sweet girl. So good for daddy. Goddamn it, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Rhett mumbled in your ear, grip tightening around your neck. He caught your eyes in the reflection and the look you saw there knocked the wind out of you.

“You gonna cum again? Greedy baby. Can’t get enough of it, can you? Watch yourself. Watch how you fall apart on daddy’s cock.”

Between his words and the way he abused your cervix, you couldn’t last. You came once more around him, warm liquid running down your thighs as a pinched shriek released from your throat.

You fell onto your elbows, bones feeling like jelly as Rhett continued his ministrations. Drool pooled out of your mouth and onto the comforter as his thrusts became erratic - desperate. He was close and in that moment it hit you that he never put a condom on.

Rhett seemed to realize that as well because once his grunts turned into moans - near whines - he pulled out of you swiftly. Tugging roughly at his cock until warm spurts of cum spread across your ass and lower back. He shouted out a curse, maybe even your name, you couldn’t tell from the way your heartbeat thudded in your ear.

He slumped forward across your back, breathing heavily in your ear as he came down from his own high. You laid like that until you couldn’t breathe yourself, pushing at him to move. He kissed your shoulder softly before rolling off of you.

“Rhett,” you whined quietly.

“Shh, baby. I’ll be right back, okay? Gotta get you cleaned up.”

He was back within mere seconds, warm washcloth dancing over your back and relaxing you tremendously. He whispered praises in your ear as he cleaned between your legs, shushing you once more when you whimpered at the feeling.

Rhett laid beside you after tossing the rag to the other side of the room, not caring where it landed. He traced invisible shapes across your skin as you hummed in content.

“Rhett?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Thank you for this…”

“Of course, baby. You feeling any better? Did it help take your mind off of everything?” He questioned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded before curling yourself into his side, kissing the scar on his shoulder.

“Do we have to stay here all night?” You asked, finally looking around the dingy room.

“No, we don’t. C’mon. Let me take my girl home.”

Rhett always, always took care of his girl.

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finnsbubblegum · 2 years ago

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I'm Not Me When I'm With You (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, protective joel, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Joel is in his 50s), ptsd, mentions of rape attempt (lmk if i missed any)

Summary (Series): You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight. But he felt insecure.

Summary: Joel was late to walk you home but then he made you dinner and even danced with him.

Words count: 1k

A/N: This is part 3 for I Don’t Deserve You series. Sorry for the long wait, I just finished Becoming Mrs. Miller series so I finally have the time to continue this series. Hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Joel had never been late to walk you home from work. But today, he was late. You had waited for more than an hour in your classroom for him but he hadn’t come. So you decided to walk home alone.

“He probably has something important to do.” You talked to yourself.

Joel wouldn’t ditch you without a reason. You trusted him. He was a good man.

It was getting dark and you were getting goosebumps. Since Josh’s incident at your house, Joel had never let you walk home alone. But today was an exception.

“Okay.” You took a deep breath before you walked out of the school.

You were still traumatic to what happened. Your body felt tense as you walked slowly. Hugging yourself hoping to get a feel of calmness. You slowly moved your eyes to look around making sure no one was following you. You started to feel sick, sweating, and trembling.

You gasped and swiftly looked behind you as you heard a sound. There was no one. It was just a bird.

“Phew..” You exhaled and patted your chest.

It took 30 minutes to walk from the school to your house and you couldn’t wait to be home. The way to your home alone was exhausting. You continued walking, walking, and walking. Your goosebumps got worse, you had a hunch that someone was following you. You wanted to check and look behind you but you were too terrified to move. Your heart was beating faster and you didn’t realize your steps were getting faster. You saw your house was not far away from you so you started to run and close your eyes.

“No! No! Please! Just let me go! Please!” You hit the man you bumped into.

“Hey, hey, it’s me. It’s me. It’s me. Joel.” It was Joel.

“You okay?” Joel held both of your upper arms and his thumbs moving in circles.

“Uh-I-” You panted, tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Just breath, it’s okay, just breath.” He guided you to inhale and exhale until you were calm enough to speak.

“Did something happen? Tell me.” His eyes were worried.

“I-I think there was someone following me.” You panted and told him.

“Okay.” He moved you behind him and he looked around.

“No one’s here. You’re safe.” He didn’t see anything suspicious.

“Can you bring me home, please?” You pinched the fabric of his jacket on his upper arm.

“Yeah, yeah. Come here.” Joel put his arms around you and dragged you closer to him.

You put your head on his chest and walked to your house. Joel sat you on the sofa and made you a warm tea.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I got an emergency call from Tommy saying there was..That’s not important. I’m sorry, baby. I promise it won’t happen again.” Joel apologized.

“No, no. It’s fine. So, what happened?” You totally understood him.

“Nothing. False alarm.” Joel shook his head.

“That’s good right. Better than something bad happens.” You stroked his upper arm. Joel chuckled at your positive mindset.

“I’ll make dinner tonight. Just get some rest.” Joel groaned as he stood up from the sofa. You nodded.

You turned your body and rested your chin on top of the back pillows. Watching Joel making dinner for the two of you.

“Like the view?” Joel chuckled as he prepared you dinner.

“Uh-uh.” You smiled. Joel shook his head.

“Stop staring at me. I can’t focus.”

“I can’t. I’m trying to keep this picture in my memory.” You put your hands on the sides of your head.

After dinner

“Do you want to watch a movie? The TV works.” You didn’t want Joel to go home yet.

“Yeah, sure.”

“They have a lot of DVDs. The person who lived here must have loved watching movies.”

“Have you ever watched this one?” You showed Joel a DVD.

“Dirty Dancing? No, I haven’t.”

“Okay, this one then.” You turned on the TV and put the CD in the DVD player.

Joel sat beside you and put his arms around you. You rested your head on his shoulder.

*credits-scene*

“So, can you dance?” You teased Joel.

“I used to.”

“Show it to me.” You nudged your nose to his jaw.

“No, no.” He was too shy to dance.

“Come on.” You took Joel’s hand and dragged him to dance with you.

He sighed. You started dancing even though your moves were stiff and weird. You didn’t care as long as you could make him laugh. He threw his head back and laughed.

“Your turn.” You asked him to dance.

He was shy at first but then he started to move and made funny facial expressions. You laughed so loud you could feel your stomach bursting. You had never seen this side of him.

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“You won, Joel.” You laughed holding your stomach.

“Promise me you won’t tell anybody about that.” He moved closer to you.

“Depends.” You smirked.

“On what?” He put his arms on your waist.

“How you behave.” You kissed his cheek.

“Do you know what you have done to me?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“What?” You tilted your head.

“I’m not me when I’m with you. I’m a totally different person.” He gave you a peck on your lips.

You smiled and he kissed you again. The kiss was getting deeper and his hands started snaking under your shirt. You gasped when he tried to unbutton your pants. The memories from that night, the night when Josh tried to rape you came back all over again.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stopped his hands and stepped back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Joel took a step back.

“No, no. It’s not your fault. It’s just that-that night when-” You tried to explain but you couldn’t find the words. You were panting.

“No, no. I totally understand. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” Joel slowly moved closer to you.

He looked at you waiting for signs to make sure you were okay with him touching you. He extended his hand, you nodded and he hugged you.

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed your back in circles and kissed your head.

To be continued…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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thegreencanary · 2 years ago

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Just Hold On

Based on this request!!

Disclaimer: I did my best to incorporate seizures but I have never had one. I’m sorry if any of my descriptions are offensive, that is not my intention. I’d be happy to edit/change anything that is incorrect. Please just let me know!!

Paring: Billy x Fem! Reader. (Established relationship)

SORRY ITS LATE WORK HAS BEEN CRAZY

TW: Seizes, cursing,

A/N: This is my work. I give no permission to post it elsewhere or for anyone to claim it as their own

Im sorry this is a short one!

Running was never your favorite activity, especially when you could feel the burning in your lungs from each step. No matter how fast you went, you couldn’t get away from the black cloud that was barreling down the hallway at you. The heavy weight of a ringing clock hit you like a bullet each time. Screams would have been a good way to get help but the sounds dried up in your throat like water in a desert. Clawing, scratching and fighting you tried to get out of the hallway but it was useless, he was here.

Groggy, you trudged down the stairs, the nightmares had been getting worse even though you knew Eleven had taken out Vecna for good. You mumbled a good morning to your parents as you went to their bathroom to get your medication. They had to keep your pills so they could monitor how much you took and when you took them. The seizures had been decreasing which was beneficial because you could actually start enjoying things without worrying if you were gonna get set off. The phone ringing pulled you out of your daze, and a smile grew on you when you heard your mother say “Billy! How are you?” Downing your pills you ran out of the bathroom like a cartoon character and snatched the phone from you mom. Billy had been in California for a little vacation; in reality he wanted to get Max away from all things Vecna until it was finished.

“Billy??”

“Hey baby.”

It had been so long since you heard his voice, no dobut Max was already over at Lucas’s house, so you kind wondered why he wasn’t just knocking on your door.

“Where are you?”

“Home...dealing with Neil.”

Oh. That would be a really good reason. You were silent for a moment before Billy could tell you were uneasy. He knew about your condition but had never really seen you have any episodes, yet he was still very cautious.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay I promise. He’s just going out of town for a few days and he’s pissed I took so long bringing Max back.” “When c-”

“I’ll pick you up tonight after he leaves and we can talk all about it.”

A blush crept across your face as he read your mind. Your own mother laughed and you remembered where you were.

“Okay...I’ll see you then...I’ve missed you.”

“I know.”

You could practically hear Billy’s wink and laugh as he hung up the phone. You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed plastered on. He was coming tonight, you needed to shop, shower and shave.

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Adjusting the AC/DC shirt you fidgeted a bit while waiting for Billy to come pick you up. Makeup was hard enough; changing looks to match your shoes, then your pants, then finally your shirt. A pair of hands wrapped around your waist as a familiar blonde mullets appeared in your mirror. The hug was warm and long, just what you were missing.

“Mmm. Hello:..can I help you?”

You felt a soft chuckle come from the California boy behind you.

“You definitely can.”

He pushed his hips into your backside as you squealed. Turning around your arms rested on his shoulders as the two of you just looked at each other for a few moments. This kiss that came next was one that could be written about for decades, but you pulled away when his hands traveled down your backside.

“Billy!”

He smirked and kissed you briefly.

“What? I can’t help myself.”

Someone must have let him in while you were changing, and you didn’t care. He damn near carried you to his car as you two left your house. The car ride to his place was full of laughter and him teasing you about how much he “didn’t” miss you. His hand gently squeezing your thigh was a soft reminder that he was only joking.

The laughter died down when Billy pulled into his driveway and Neil’s Truck was there.

“Stay in the car.”

His voice was demanding and irritated but you knew it was more concerned than mad at you. Your heart rate definitely sped up, but you reminded yourself to remain calm. It was hard to keep that in your mind as Neil stumbled out of the garage. Billy moved to try and hide you, but it was too late. They were shouting and you heard Billy take a punch. Trying to stay hidden, crawling into the back seat seemed like the best idea. The world started to spin when the shouting got closer and you heard someone yanking on the locked car door. Your breathing has become shallow and your vision was getting narrow.

“Billy…”

Closing your eyes you tried to just focus on keeping your heart rate down but the stress and tension around you was too much. The tensing of your muscles started and your eyes rolled into then back of your head.

“Y/N!!”

Billy was yanking on the car door. Neil passed out after their fight and Billy saw you hide in the back seat. When he looked in the window, he saw you shaking. Billy had done a lot of research just in case you ever had an episode around him. He faltered with his keys but opened the door and managed to get his Jean jacket under your head to act as a pillow. He made sure you were laid out as safely as possible. Billy was too worried that he would hurt you if he moved you, but once the convulsions stopped, he gently put you on your side. Slowly you came to, feeling his hand on your arm, gently rubbing.

“Billy?”

“Hey there gorgeous.”

“…are you okay?”

He laughed. “I should be asking that to you babe.”

There was a bit of silence and you took a deep breath.

“I’m…I’m okay. I was just…overwhelmed and I didn’t know what to do or where to go…”

Billy nodded and stayed quiet.

“I should take you home.”

“But…”

“I don’t know why Neil is still here. I don’t want you to get more stressed out. “

“…but I’ve missed you.”

You started to get really upset. You haven’t had an episode in ages and all of a sudden Neil’s dumb drunk ass brought one on. Rage built up inside you, but a calloused hand calmed you down.

“Hey. I’ve missed you too. More than I’ll ever admit. But it’s not safe here.”

He got into the drivers seat and started the car. You cried softly in the back on the way home. It was silent as Billy drove, he didn’t want to take you home either, but it was for the best. The next time the door opened it was in your driveway.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll be the sappy lovey-dovey boyfriend tomorrow. I’ll do the romantic things and tell you everything you want to hear as we spend the whole day together. I’ll be so mushy and gross that you’ll be begging for me to be an asshole again. Okay?”

That made you laugh. That didn’t sound too bad.

“You have to buy me at least 3 things.”

“One and a nice dinner.”

“Two and a cheap dinner?”

“None and all the food you want.”

“Deal!”

You got out and hugged him tightly. There was a desperation in his arms that you wanted to comfort but you knew it wasn’t time.

“Tomorrow.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed you.

“I’ll see you then.”

And boy did he deliver.

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The end! I’m so sorry this one took me so long. I’m still fighting my depression but I knew I had to get this out. I’ve got more to work on so hopefully I can get him out soon.

A/N: I’m so so so sorry if I missed medical things or said the wrong stuff when it comes to seizures. I will correct and edit if I must. Please help me if I am wrong! Thank you!! ❤️🖤❤️

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dilfartist · 3 years ago

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Little wife

TW: abuse, cheating, affairs, cursing, yandere themes, dark themes.

You start your morning routine as you do every day. First, you wake before your husband. Then, you get dressed. After getting dressed, you start breakfast. In a cast-iron pan, two strips of bacon sizzle and pop; besides, the bacon is two eggs cooked sunny side up. Exactly as your husband likes it. Dio steps into the kitchen, resulting in your scowl. You whirl your back to him, hoping he wouldn’t notice, and commence an argument. You try your best to ignore your “husband’s” presence, continuing to make breakfast. Unfortunately, Dio was a very touchy man. Your breath hitched as Dio’s brawny arms encircled your waist. Dio positioned his head in the crook of your neck, purring as he did. “Good morning, love. Did you have a good rest?” Dio asks, his hand reaching up to play with a strand of your hair. You sigh lightly, “yes, my love.” The pet name felt odd rolling off your tongue. You only said it to ensure Dio’s hold on your waist wouldn’t turn into a painful grip. Dio smirks, letting go of you. “Happy to hear.”

Dio reaches for his briefcase. “I'm sorry, dear. Sadly, work wants me in early. I won’t be able to eat breakfast with you.” You slightly smile at the mention of Dio’s absence. “I’ll make it up to you, though. After all, our anniversary is today.”

Shit. Today is your anniversary. Well, then again, it didn’t matter to you. Dio pecks your cheek, “I’ll see you tonight, lovely. Be sure to look ravishing tonight.” You nod, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. The echo of the front door closing shut, allows you to sigh in relief. You had the house to yourself. The house didn't need much cleaning. You made sure the night before you cleaned every inch of the house for today. You, excitedly, scramble over to the telephone. Punching in the numbers, you patiently wait as the telephone rings. The caller on the other side of the line picks up, “Good morning, Hun.” a male voice greets. You sigh dreamily in return. “Morning, baby. Are we still on for today? Dio won't be home until late in the night.” you twist the cord to the phone with your pointer finger. “Of course. I'll be picking you up in an hour.” The call ends and you bustle up the stairs to get ready, failing to notice Dio furiously watching the whole scene unfold.

Dio never departed from the house. He simply used his foot to close the door and stayed hidden in the closet next to the front door. Dio suspected his wife of having an affair, he needed to catch her in the act first.

Dio knew the exact location of the restaurant your date occurred. It was the same restaurant he used to take you out to. Of course, you never seem to enjoy yourself around him. Yet here you were, waiting for your lover in the most gorgeous black dress you owned, an etched smile spread on your flushed cheeks. He watched from afar bitterly, drinking a cup of warm tea. Dio wasn’t an envious person nor had he ever felt insecure; yet, he felt envious of your lover. No matter what Dio did he never could make you smile, unless forced.

Dio comprehended you didn't love him. He was the reason you were forced into marriage with him in the first place. He took advantage of both his wealthiest and your impoverishment, paying your family a heavy sum of money to approve the engagement. Even though you and Dio weren't in a relationship. It was very ungrateful of you to betray Dio as if Dio wouldn't take away the money he’s given to your family; While he had the authority to take the money back, he wouldn't, he would allow your family to keep the money. When you returned home though, you'd be faced with severe punishment.

Dio smirked devilishly at his depraved thoughts of tonight. He’d make sure to give you his all.

Dio’s eye shifted towards the restaurant door. A male in a suit walked in, a smile rising when catching sight of you. The male walked over to you, holding a small box in his hands. “Y/n, you look beautiful.” the man said, smooching your cheek. You shyly thank the man, taking the box out of his hands. “Oh,” the man noticed your confusion, “I got you a present. Thought you deserved it.” You felt your heart skip a beat. Looking down, you slowly open the box. “Oh, wow! This is really nice!” you pulled out two diamond earrings. You kiss him on the lips to express your gratitude. Dio felt confused by this. Dio bought you jewelry far more glamorous than the piece of junk the man had gotten you. Not only was Dio rich, but far more attractive than your lover was. What did you see in him?

At the end of the date, Dio withstood jumping over his table and beating your date bloody. Before you left the restaurant with your date, Dio managed to arrive home in a short amount of time. Patiently, Dio awaited your entrance. One leg crossed against the other, staring at the door closely. Your date dropped you off at the house not long after Dio arrived home. You kissed your date goodbye and hurried up the stairs of your home. You needed to move quickly, Dio would clock out of work any minute, and you still hadn't fixed dinner. You fumbled with your keys as you attempted to unlock the door. You entered the house, promptly throwing your heels aside. Suddenly you stopped, something felt different. The house was pitch black. While you did turn all the lights off and locked the doors and windows, you never shut the curtains in the living room.

You quietly walked into the kitchen, grabbing a rolling pin. You stealthily sauntered into the living room, holding the rolling pin up ready to swing. Unexpectedly, the light turns on revealing your husband. He scowls at you. “Where were you, y/n?” Dio questioned in an irate tone. You jumped at his attitude, “I went out with a couple of friends.” you explained as calmly as you could. “Is that so? Then whom were you speaking to on the phone this morning? They didn't seem like a friend.” he caught you in your lie. Your next excuse died on your tongue. Dio stands up from the couch, you follow him with guilty eyes. He unhurriedly steps behind you, his hand takes your chin, forcing your head to turn his way, his long nails digging into your skin earning a whimper. “say you love me, or else I might do something we both won’t like” Dio’s tone is sweet as sugar despite the cruel words leaving his lips. The overwhelming sense of power Dio had On you caused you to tremble in fear. You hesitantly spread your dry lips, “N-no Dio, I will not! You know I hold no love for you!” you feel relieved to finally let out the truth. You were too fearful of what he might do if you spoke your mind.

Dio let out a frustrated sigh, “why must you force my hand?” you hear him mutter. His hand quickly throttled your throat, nails digging deep into the skin on your neck. “I don't think you understood, dear. It wasn't a choice.” You fought against his grip, clawing at Dio’s hands. “I don't love you!” you chanted over and over. Dio was amused by your little fight. “Your so adorable, darling. You think I care for your feelings?”

Your vision is starting to blur, eyes are rolling back. You close your eyes, ready to accept death. Dio drops you to the ground, enabling you to breathe again. You gasp, tears trickling down your face. You glance up at Dio, shivering in fear, losing all confidence in yourself, “I-I'm sorry! I won't betray your trust again!” you crawl towards him and hug his leg, pleading for forgiveness.

Dio smirks, pride swelling in his heart. Your weak form arouses him. “Aww, you look so pathetic.” Dio cooed petting your head. “I may forgive this, but, you still need to be punished. Don't you think, love?” your eyes widen, and you wail in pain as Dio grasps your hair. Dio pulls your weeping body towards the basement. He kicks the door open, throwing you down the flight of stairs. You cry, sprinting away from Dio. Dio chuckles wickedly, “Don't try running now.” he tsked.

When Dio got ahold of you, he positioned you n the iron chair in the center of the room, wrapping your arms in chains. You scream for him to let you go, for someone to save you. Dio merely chuckles, “if you keep screaming, you could damage your vocal cords- go ahead, I don’t mind.” You give up rebelling when Dio places a gag in your mouth. You continue to cry helplessly as Dio covers your eyes with a cloth, leaving you incapable of seeing your surroundings.

Dio hushes your cries, placing sweet, small kisses on your face. “if you think of leaving, I’ll make death seem like a blessing to you” he whispers into your ear, leaving you quivering. The sound of floorboards creaking as Dio walked up the stairs, fueled your dread. “I’ll let you out when you deserve the privilege.” The door squeaks close, leaving you in despair.

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ppangjae · 3 years ago

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SOMETIMES | CHAPTER 5. ARE YOU OKAY?

SYNOPSIS. Sometimes, Jaehyun forgets that you are roommates.

— or, alternatively: it all started with a blackout in the whole building.

PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE. fluff | slight smut | roommates!au

word count. 1381 words

warnings. swearing

author’s note. happy reading~ sorry for the late post!

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MONTHS AGO...

“Jaehyun, where are you going? I thought we were going to hang out today!”

Looking down at his watch, he flashes his roommate Jungwoo an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m going to have to pass. I have an appointment with the landlord.”

It’s not like Jungwoo was a horrible roommate. Jaehyun loved having Jungwoo as a roommate. It was an honor having Jungwoo as a roommate. The only problem was the location of the apartment he was living in. It took Jaehyun almost an hour and a half to get to work everyday. It was inefficient, but somehow, Jaehyun made it work. He made it work everyday until his body had finally decided it was time to find a closer place to stay.

“Oh, well then, I wouldn’t want to keep you hanging. Go and make a good impression!” Jungwoo rushes him out the door. “I’ll be getting takeout for the two of us tonight. Take care, alright?”

Jaehyun draws in a deep breath before heading out into the busy streets of the city. The apartment he’s interested in is almost an hour away from his current place. But the apartment that he’s interested in is only half an hour away from work. You see, Jaehyun worked 9-5 as a software developer. He could’ve definitely looked into buying himself a condo on his own, but he didn’t have many options in the city. It was either a condo an hour and a half away or a two-bedroom apartment half an hour away from his workplace. This brings him to his next problem, the apartment he’s interested in is a two-bedroom apartment. He finds himself thinking of every possible reason to explain why he, a single person, is looking to sign a lease for a two-bedroom apartment.

An hour and a half later, he finds himself rushing through the busy sidewalks of the city. He’s heaving, breathless, but he must make it to the apartment building on time. He must make a good impression. He stops to catch his breath, until he finds himself hearing into a stranger’s conversation.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay? Someone just stole my wallet, I am not okay!”

He shifts his gaze from the floor to two strangers. There’s a middle-aged woman who’s fallen to the floor and a woman around his age extending her hand out. He tilts his head in confusion, staring intently at the woman around his age.

Why does she… look…

“Are you okay?”

Jaehyun coughs, opening his eyes to see a woman looking down at him. He hasn’t been to football practice in a while because of his final exams, so it was inevitable to be tackled right from the get-go. This was his fault. But at the same time, this wasn’t his fault. A student’s last year of university is nothing but a pain in the ass.

He had stumbled on his two feet and at the same time, someone had tackled him from the side, sending him to the damp grass. He lies down on the grass for a bit, trying to catch his breath.

He clears his throat, nodding his head. “I think I’ll be okay.”

She extends her hand out to him. He stares at her hand before slowly looking up to meet her gaze. If he were to be quite honest, he doesn’t think he’ll be okay. Not when the world feels like it's spinning. Not when he feels kind of woozy. He giggles. What is going on with him?

“You have really long… eyelashes.”

And he blacks out.

He finally makes it to the apartment building. He rushes down the stairs to make it to the rental office. When he finally reaches the rental office, he buzzes the door. He’s still out of breath but he fixes his composure, dusting off his pants.

“Hi, do you have an appointment for an apartment viewing?”

“Yes, I do. For Jaehyun?”

Suddenly, Jaehyun can hear footsteps getting near him. He looks to his right to see… the woman around his age. She’s looking at him with confusion, eyes darting between him and the rental office.

“That’s weird.” The landlord says through the speaker. “The part-time student accidentally booked two people in for the same time.”

The woman’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Is there another appointment for Y/N at the same time perhaps?”

The door opens and the landlord comes out. He looks at the both of you with an apologetic gaze.

“My part-time student booked the two of you for the same appointment slot. Is it okay with the two of you to look at the apartment together?” The landlord asks.

Jaehyun and the woman exchange looks. He clears his throat. “I—”

“Sure. I have no problem taking a look.” She cuts him off. “With him.”

“P-Perfect,” the landlord smiles sheepishly. “Let’s head up, shall we?”

"The apartment is quite spacious for it to be an apartment. If they add one more bedroom, it would be enough to be considered a condo. The monthly rent is expensive, however, but it’s explanatory with what they’re being offered. The landlord allows them to look around each room. From the bedrooms to the washrooms, Jaehyun seems to have made up his mind. It also seems as if the woman has also made up her mind.

“Are you both looking to have roommates living with you in an apartment?” The landlord asks out of curiosity.

Jaehyun and the woman glance at each other. Jaehyun scratches the back of his head. “I’m not going to lie to you but, I’m just looking for an apartment that’s close to my workplace. This is the only apartment I’ve found so far that was decent and close to my workplace. It would just be me. But having a roommate is definitely an option too.”

“What do you do for a living?” The landlord questions him.

“I’m a software developer.” He answers.

“Ah,” he nods his head. “I’m surprised you’re looking into apartments and not condos.”

“The closest condo to my workplace is an hour and a half away,” Jaehyun purses his lips into a line. “I’m not looking to buy a house either, since it’s just me.”

“Makes sense, makes sense,” the landlord hums in reply. He nods his head at the woman. “How about you?”

The woman shoves her hands into the pockets of her jean jacket. “Well, it’s also just me. I have the same problem. I live with my parents and we are about two hours away from my workplace. I figured it would be more ideal to move out and find a closer place to stay to save two hours of commuting.”

“Are you also looking into finding a roommate?” The landlord asks.

She nods her head. “Yeah.”

“And what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a graphic designer,” she answers. “Well, more specifically, a UX/UI designer.”

“Oh, what a coincidence,” the landlord grins. “You guys seem to be quite similar. You’ve got similar circumstances, similar reasons as to why you want to sign a lease with this apartment, and your jobs seem to be in the same field.”

The landlord did have a point.

“And you’re both looking for roommates.” The landlord smiles. “I guess you both know where I’m going with this, right?”

“Where are you going with this?” The woman asks, completely confused.

“Maybe you guys could talk it out, convince each other to be roommates and then come back to me to sign a lease. There seems to have been a… fateful meeting here. Think about it. Talk it out. I’ll reserve the apartment for the two of you if you both ever decide to move in together.”

The landlord excuses himself for a brief moment. Jaehyun clears his throat, scratching the back of his head. From the corner of his eye, he can see the woman rolling on the heels of her feet.

“So…” She trails off.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?” He asks. “It’s not a date. I just—”

“Sure. I think… the landlord has a point.” She says. “My situation is quite… urgent.”

“Me too.” He mumbles softly. “I’m tired of commuting an hour and a half.”

“And I’m tired of commuting for two hours.”

“Let’s grab coffee.”

“Okay.”

"Hey, have we... met before?" He asks.

The woman stares at him.

"I... don't think so? I would've remembered you if we have."

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potter-imagines · 4 years ago

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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amyelevenn · 2 years ago

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it's April 25th, dear

PARING; c!GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader

SUMMARY; a forgotten anniversary hurts more than you'll ever admit.

WARNINGS; none really - light angst

1.0k words - M.LIST

“Look, Dream has been keeping me really busy – with the preparations for the war and all, I don’t have a choice,” George huffs, flopping onto the seat opposite you.

“I get it, he needs all the help he can gather; I understand – but will we ever get to spend time alone?” you ask, worry and exhaustion apparent in your voice.

A rather loud clap of thunder echoed through the house, shaking the windows and scaring the cats, both running to find shelter in a random room. Their antics make you both smile fondly, and for a moment everything feels as if it was back to normal. It feels as if neither had anything to bicker over, as if you had the chance to be an actual couple.

Ideally, Dream would stop bossing George around, leaving him more time to spend by your side (most likely cuddled up in your arms, sleeping away both of your troubles). But you knew better than that. With the fuss that Tommy had been causing as of late, there was little to no chance of Dream letting your boyfriend slack off.

George sighed. “I mean I’d doubt it. You know how Dream is, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants – he’s stubborn like that.”

You think for a moment, humming quietly in agreement. You decide to keep what you really want to say to yourself, instead focusing your energy on the thunderstorm raging outside. You can feel his tired eyes on your figure, but refuse to connect with them.

He eventually gets up to leave, but stops in the doorway. “I’m going to bed, you want to join?” he asks, a soft tone he only ever saves for you.

“Five minutes, that okay?” you mumble, still not looking away from the tree your eyes are trained on. You see him nod slightly in your peripheral, then quietly walk down the hall to your shared room.

I wonder if he even realises what day today is, you think, a gentle smile laced with heartache breaks onto your lips, the mere idea of your beloved forgetting almost too much to bear. It’s not his fault, Dream is overworking him. he would never forget…

The next morning is like every other recently.

You wake up to a cold bed, alone in the room. You must’ve woken up earlier than usual because you could still here George shuffling around outside. Working up what little courage you could muster, you decided to test his memory. Softly dragging your feet across the freezing wood, you stop by his side in the kitchen.

“Hey Georgie,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind – your way of saying ‘hello and good morning.’ “Do you remember what day our anniversary is?”

“Of course, love,” he chuckles, continuing the meal he was making.

“What day is it on?” you ask, unwrapping yourself from him and walking over to the food chest.

“April 24th,” he smiles. So he does remember.

“Right…and what day is it today?” you question, well aware of the date, but you wanted to see his face when he realised.

“It’s April 25th, dear,” he says confidently, only for the grin to quickly fall into a frown. “Oh, my love… I- I’m so sorry for not realising. Let me make it up to you, okay?”

A sad smile climbs your lips. “And how would you do that?”

“I’ll spend the day with you – we can have a brunch under the willows, a picnic whilst watching the clouds fly by. How’s that sound?”

“You promised you’d go netherite mining with Dream all day today, remember?”

“Oh…” he pouts, “I forgot about that… how ‘bout tonight, huh? Romantic dinner out, watching the sunset and stargazing?”

You chuckle a little, happy with the idea that he really is trying. It was an honest mistake; you could see that. “You told Alyssa you would have dinner at hers, then help her unpack and decorate.”

His shoulders slump, clear disappointment with himself evident on his face. “Man, what would I do without you,” he scoffs. Guilt lines his features and he apologises yet again, lifting his arms out to you. You wrap yourself in his, slightly intoxicated by his smell – smoke and wood, your favourite.

“Probably get yourself killed – or worse, in trouble with Dream,” you snicker, nuzzling further into his shoulder. “Lonely is a man without love, right?”

“Well then I’m damn lucky I’ve got you, dear.” You feel him pull back slightly, then him press his lips to the top of your head. Despite the many times he had done it before, it never failed to bring heat to your neck and cheeks.

After many assurances and reassurances that it would be okay for him to go, you watch him close the front door behind him. The first tear escapes before you can prevent it, but you are quick to wipe it away, acting as if it were never there.

You go about your day as usual – visiting certain people, collecting necessary materials and doing a little cleaning up. You were beginning to feel a bit like a house wife, but what could you do about it? you loved George, and he loved you. As sucky as it is, he did make a promise to Dream, who you were sure knew what day it was yesterday.

The masked man had it out for you, you were sure of it – constantly keeping George away from home (why only George, and not any of the others?), breaking or stealing something every time he visited, or even resorting to ‘accidentally’ tripping you over. You wanted to confront him, but knew it would only put a strain on your and George’s relationship, which is something that is definitely not need right now.

You just hoped that Dream would finally cut him some slack, so you could finally spend time with your boyfriend.

George did too. He would be crazy to not want it, but he wanted it especially because he was planning to propose. He was going to do it on your second anniversary, but now he can’t even seem to remember the right date. Gods did he hope you would say yes anyway.

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #angst to fluff #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #ameswrites

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obsidiancreates · 3 years ago

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Born This Way (Because Of Negligence Towards Basic Scientific Safety)

(IDK how far apart the Fenton kids are in age, so Jazz is an Undetermined Age Where She's A Toddler But Also Very Verbal. Maybe it's the Genius Genes letting her learn faster. Let's go with that.)

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Maddie coughs, spitting out another glob of ectoplasm. "Well, at least know it's not an issues with the cooling system."

Jack sneezes out the ectoplasm stuck in his nose, and then grins and stands triumphantly. "Still a step towards success!"

Jazz frowns from where she's playing with her doll, safe within a Fenton Anti-Ghost Toddler Chamber. "Mommy, you should cover your mouth." She points at her own mouth. "Mr. Wummy on TV says dat getting weird stuff in your mouth is bad."

"Mr. Wummy is a cartoon, dear. We're seasoned scientists, we know what we're doing." She wipes herself off, and sits down. "If there were any side-effects to accidental ecoplasmic consumption, we'd know."

"But what if Danny doesn't like it?" Jazz point at her mother's belly.

Maddie pats her belly. "The baby is still just a fetus, sweetie. It can't tell what it does and doesn't like yet. And why are you so sure it'll be a boy?"

"Because I'm your baby girl. So now you need a baby boy!"

Maddie tilts her head and smiles lovingly at her daughter. "Oh, you're adorable." Nothing cuter than Child Logic.

Maddie stands back up, and puts her hands on the workbench. "Now, let's see about that firing mechanism..."

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Maddie brushes her teeth, sighing when her toothbrush comes away glowing green. "We really messed up a lot of experiments today. I think I swallowed a whole ghost's worth."

Jack spits a similarly colored mouthful of toothpaste foam out. "At least it doesn't taste as bad as it smells."

Maddie puts her hands on her belly, the bump now quite obvious. "II hope we're right about it not having side effects."

Jack's expression softens. He gently pulls his wife into a comforting hug. "The doctors all say he's as healthy as can be, Mads. You don't need to worry."

"I still worry anyway, though."

"Of course you do. You're his mom! But we'll worry together, and if you ever need me to, I'll do the worrying for us both! While you relax and give him more tips on how to avoid ghosts once he learns to walk."

Maddie giggles, and sighs. It'll all be fine... nothing to worry about.

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Jazz has her arms crossed, a teddy bear hanging from one hand. "Five times!"

"Yes, and did we mention we're so proud that you can count so we-"

"Five times!" She shouts again, waving her little sticky toddler hand at them. "I saw you eat the bad green stuff five times!"

"We didn't eat it," Maddie says patiently, "It got into our mouths by accident."

"You swallowed it!"

"Only a tiny bit, only on accident, dear."

Jazz puts her hand on her mom's belly. "Danny is gonna be here soon and he's gonna be mad!"

"He won't even know it happened, sweetheart."

"Yes he will! He'll be the smartest ever, just like me and like you and like daddy! And he'll be so upset and never stop crying!"

"Babies do that anyway, sweetie." Maddie rubs her belly. It's true, Danny is due any day now. And yes... there's been some extra Ectoplasm Incidents lately. Maddie just can't stay awake sometimes, and... well. That's not exactly good when working on ghost hunting machines.

"Your baby brother will be perfectly fine," Maddie assures. "He's a healthy baby boy, and he'll be just as healthy when you meet him."

Jazz lights up at the mention of meeting him. She can't wait!

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Jazz bounces excitedly in her dad's arms. She gets to meet her baby brother! Finally! She's going to read him bedtime stories, and protect him from closet monsters, and show him how to throw a tea party!

Jack chuckles. "Calm down, sweetie, you don't get to play with him quite yet! He's still very fragile."

"But he's okay?"

"Yes, he and Mommy are both okay. Better than okay."

Jack knocks on the hospital room door, and they enter.

Maddie is holding Danny, and it looks like she fell asleep. Jazz gasps, even though all she can see so far is the blanket bundle.

"He's tiny!"

"Very." Again. Ah well. Jack had always hoped one of his kids would groww up to be taller than him, but maybe it'll have to be a grandkid.

He walks over, and smiles at his sleeping wife. "Okay, let's be quiet," he whispers. "We don't want to wake mommy."

Jazz nods seriously.

Jack sets her on the bed, and Jazz carefully crawls closer to Danny. She moves the blanket to get a good look at his face, grinning widly-!

She frowns. "Where is he?"

"What?!" Jack hurriedly picks up the bundle, making Maddie startle awake. "Holy-"

"Jack? Honey? What is it?!" Maddie's tone becomes increasingly panicked.

Jack, looking a bit pale, hands the bundle back to her. She gasps.

It's empty, and freezing!

"Where- where is-"

And then suddenly. He's there.

Fast asleep, wrapped up snug and tight. His little face still red from being brand-new to the world, his tiny tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he snoozes.

He disappears again.

Maddie thinks she's about to pass out.

Finally, Jazz breaks the horrified silence. "I told you to cover your mouths!"

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Danny sleeps all the way home, and all the way up to his room. Jazz is waiting by the bassinet, and peeks in as soon as he's placed down. She frowns. "Mommy, his hair is white. He's not old."

Maddie sighs. "No, he's not. Apparently it just... does that, sometimes."

Danny yawns, and opens his little eyes. Jazz's own eyes widen as well. "He's glowing!"

"Yes... that happens too."

Danny screws up his face, and starts crying. Maddie picks him up and rocks him. "Poor baby... he's so cold."

"Why?" Jazz tilts her head.

Maddie sighs. "Well... your father and I... we think he's half-ghost."

"How?"

"... Probably... the ectoplasm," Shame burns in Maddie's veins.

Jazz, wide-eyed, reaches to to try and touch Danny. "Is he dead?" She doesn't sound sad, because it looks to her like even if he is dead, he's still alive.

"No!" Maddie shuts the idea right down. "He is a very healthy, living boy! But he's... different."

"Are you gonna trap him?"

"Wh- Jasmine, why would you ask that!"

"He's a ghost."

"No! No, we never treat him like any other ghost. And he's only partly ghost, so it barely counts. Now, Mommy has to feed him so he can go back to sleep. How about you go pick a movie for tonight?"

Jazz nods. She takes that job very seriously. There's a science to picking movies.

She heads off, and Maddie looks at Danny's sniffling little face. His eyes are back too baby blue, but his hair isn't quite black yet.

At least he's still visible.

At least the side effects seem mild.

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It's about 6 am when Jack bolts up too use the bathroom. On his way back, he decides to check on the kids.

Jazz is asleep, cuddling a stuffed animal. Jack smiles.

Danny is also asleep, wrapped up in a cute little onesie and floating above the bassinet FLOATING ABOVE THE BASSINET?!?!

Jack runs over and grabs Danny from the air, pulling out a Fenton Ghost-Whapping Baton!

And then he looks at Danny, who's whining, and sees sleepy glowing green eyes looking at him.

"Oh. Um, sorry, son." He puts away the baton. "I thought a ghost was stealing you."

Danny yawns. Jack sees a cold breath puff out of his son's mouth, despite the room being temperature-controlled to keep him toasty during the nights.

Jack puts Danny back into the bassinet. He leaves, and comes back a little bit later with some equipment.

He sets up a rudimentary ghost-shield to keep Danny from floating away during the night, but won't trap him. He can still float a little, if need be.

"The scariest ghost we've faced yet," Jack mumbles. He kisses Danny's forehead, and sits there until Danny falls asleep. By then, Danny is human again.

Jack leaves, and in the morning he and Maddie begin working on some upgrades for Danny's room.

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Danny babbles happily as Jazz plays peek-a-boo with him.

"Boo!"

Laughter.

"Boo!"

More laughter!

"A-boo! A-boo!" Jazz can't stop grinning. She's a great older sister! Look at her go!

She takes Danny's hands, and moves them over his face. "Now, where's Danny? ... Here he is! Oh."

Danny isn't there. But his clothes are, and something's inside of them. And Jazz is still holding two chubby baby arms, even if they're cold and invisible.

Jazz stares for a second, and then speaks. "... Peek-a-boo?"

Danny reappears, and squeals with laughter!

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Maddie sits down to give Danny his bottle. She's brought him out shopping with her so she can grab some replacement parts that fried in their latest invention, the Fenton Ecto-Extractor!

Jazz had thrown a fit when she'd heard the name, and it startled Jack so bad he'd turned it on too early and it completely collapsed on itself! It took half an hour to convince Jazz that they weren't trying to use it to make Danny normal, just using it for themselves now that they know it can cause... strange things, to happen.

Danny drinks the bottle with no issue, and burps as soon as she starts his back. Really, he's a pretty easy baby. Except for the ghost part.

Maddie is getting him back in the stroller when Danny's face screws up. She watches a cold, visible breath leave his mouth, and then he starts to scream. Sobbing, wailing baby screams, attracting the concerned and/or annoyed attention of most people around them.

"He's just tired," she assures loudly. His breath is still puff out in cold clouds, even though it's perfectly warm in the mall.

Maddie quickly picks him back up and hugs him, bouching and singing to try and calm him down.

Danny starts to quiet down. She puts him back in the stroller, but as soon as she does (as soon as he looks behind her with those bright, bright green eyes) he starts crying again.

She sighs and picks him up, hurrying back to the car. She'll just come back for the parts later. Clearly, something is upsetting him.

Something that she just can't see.

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Jazz leans away from Danny, grinning. "There!"

Danny is propped up on her bed. Maddie and Jack needed to quickly decontaminate themselves, and so Jazz had to watch Danny for just a minute.

And in that minute, she's does some redesigning.

Danny's fluffy white hair has a little bow in it, and she's put some of her kiddie makeup on him.

Danny disappears for a second, and the bow falls. When he reappears, it's not on his head anymore. He looks at Jazz blankly.

Jazz crosses her arms. "No fair! I was making you pretty!"

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Maddie stumbles into Danny's room. She flicks on the light, and turns off the Fenton Ghost-Shielding Hanging Mobile. She reaches in and pulls the crying Danny out of the bassinet, shushing and rocking him.

Danny's eyes are bright green again, and Maddie can see his breath. "Oh, you always get so worked up when this happens," she says softly. "Is the cold upsetting you?"

Danny doesn't answer, just cries more.

Maddie takes him to her and Jack's room, and lays down with him on her chest. Jack rolls over in his sleep and puts his arms around her, cradling both of them.

Danny falls back asleep soon, and Maddie sighs. She can still see his breath, but at least he's calm now.

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Jazz holds up her drawing, and shakes her head. She goes back to scribbling, and moves closer to Danny. "This is black," she says to him, pointing at the crayon she's using. She picks up another color. "And this one is red."

Danny stares as Jazz keeps scribbling. Jazz assumes that means he's learning.

"I'm going to let Mom and Dad know I saw this in my closet," she says seriously. "I think people know you're special and want to steal you!"

Danny blows a spit bubble by accident, and laughs when it pops.

Jazz's eyes hold more determination than ever. She scribbles with the fury of a million warriors. "You're very valuable." She learned that word yesterday. "So you need lots of protecting."

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"Do you think this will make her feel better?" Maddie asks as she closes the panel.

Jack lifts his soldering mask and nods. "If one thing can make a person feel safe, it's fifty anti-ghost devices hidden in their walls!"

"I just worry about that doodle. What if something really got in?"

"Mads, you personally handcrafted every single sensor put up in the kids's rooms! If a ghost had gotten in, we'd know! To get past then they'd need deep knowledge of exactly how our deigns work and how they detect ghost energy, and no ghost has that!"

"You're right, you're right. Still, I hate to think she might be having nightmares about something like that. It looked like it had devil horns."

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"Peek-a-boo!" Jazz grins at Danny. "Peek-a-boo!"

It never gets old for him! No matter how many times they play, Danny loves it!

"Peek... a-boo!" Jazz does little jazz-hands.

Danny disappears, and Jazz grins. "Where's Danny? Where'd he go?"

Danny reappears, and-

"B-b-boo!"

Jack and Maddie dart into the room! Maddie swoops Danny up, eyes wide!

Danny giggles, and says it again. "Boo!"

Maddie and Jackie both tear up. In unison they shout, "HIS FIRST WORD!"

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Danny gnaws on the toy with his little baby gums.

"I can't believe it. Already teething," Maddie sighs, holding him. "Seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital."

Jack wipes his eyes. "He's growing into a young man already."

"Oh, Jack, stop it, he's not nearly a young man."

"But he will be before we know it!"

Maddie pats her husband on the back comfortingly as he begins to blubber.

Maddie closes her eyes, thinking about those early months with Danny, figuring out how to prepare for his floating and invisibility, learning to not panic when his eyes and hair changed color, learning that sometimes when they do his clothes change color as well...

She's startled out of her thought by something warm and wet on her lap.

She looks down to see the teething toy on her thigh... and a whole lot of nothing where Danny's head should be.

Then it' back when she blinks, and he's beginning to whine for his toy.

She quickly picks him up off her laps and retrieves it, giving it back to him.

So... the ghost abilities are still developing, then. She'll have to let Jack know about this later.

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"Daniel Fenton," Jack says, the most serious Jazz has ever seen him, "You're in big trouble this time, mister. I don't know how you did this-"

Jack shakes the empty tube of baby snacks, safe for teething babies.

"But I will get to the bottom of it!"

"Look like he already did," Maddie jokes, setting Jazz's breakfast down for her.

Jazz laughs, because it sounds like a Smart Adult Joke and she thinks those are funny, even when she doesn't understand them.

Danny babbles, smacking his chair's food tray.

"Oh no you don't, mister! You're getting regular baby food this morning and that's all!" Jack grabs the jar of food, and holds up the spoon. "Now, here comes the Fenton Ghost-Tracking Copter!"

He puts the spoon up to Danny's mouth-

-and right through his head.

He gasps and pulls back, and Danny's head reappears. He babbles, smacking the tray again.

Maddie drops her fork. "I can't believe I forgot! That's what I was going to tell you about!"

Jazz looks at her parents. "You didn't know he does this?"

They both gawk at her. "You did?!"

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Danny reaches up and grabs Jazz's nose. Jazz wrinkles it, and he laughs.

Jazz sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes, and Danny laughs even harder!

Jazz looks at her parents as they finish setting up the picnic blanket. "I'm the funniest big sister ever!"

"You sure are, sweetie!" Maddie scoops Jazz up and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "You get it from me."

Jack laughs. "It's true! Your mother could get the whole Ghost Hunting Club laughing out HAZMAT suits off all day long back in the day! ... 'Course it was just the three of us, but still, three's a crowd!"

"May as well have been doing stand-up," Maddie says, setting Jazz down on the blanket.

They enjoy the little outing, the sun shining but not beating down, the cool breeze just enough to crispen the air but not freeze.

And then Jazz looks at Danny. She sees glowing eyes, and a puff of breath come out of his mouth. "Uh-oh. Mommy! He's gonna cry!"

Maddie picks Danny up right as he starts to wail. She hugs him, and is shocked. He doesn't feel cold this time!

Is he just cold inside?

Or is there some other problem?

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Jack rubs his ears. "That child wails like a Banshee!"

"He could very well be doing exactly that," Maddie points out. "We still don't know what other abilities he'll develop as he ages!"

"Or how well he'll be able to control them. ... Mads... should we homeschool him?"

"It's a little early to worry about that, Jack."

"I know that tone, you're worrying about it too."

"... We can't just keep him isolated from the rest of the world, Jack. It'll be unhealthy for him. And what if it makes him lean into his ghost side too much?"

"So you think we should let him go to school."

"Yes. ... But not pre-school. We'll teach him to not use his abilities around other kids, and then send him to Kindergarten."

"... Alright, Mads. If you think that's what's best, then that's what's best!"

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"Come on, that's it! Yes, yes, WHOO!" Maddie picks Danny up as soon as he walks over. "Who's a strong little Fenton? Who's the best little boy at walking in the whole wide world?"

"Danny!" Jazz cheers from the couch.

"Danny!" Maddie and Jack both cheer at once.

Danny laughs and squeals, kicking his legs and flapping his arms. His first proper Walk! Not just a step or two and then crawling, that was real walking!

Jack takes Danny, holding him aloft. "You're a real butt-kicker in the making, son! You'll be as strong as your old man someda-"

Jack feels something bump him, hard.

He shouts as he goes down! Danny going with him!

But as Jack meets the floor, he feels Danny's weight disappear from his hands!

He lands with an "oof", and looks up to see Danny floating above him, surrounded by a faint white aura. Danny looks down and babbles, sucking his thumb. Then... he moves.

He's only ever floated in place before. But as he looks down at his dad, he kicks his little legs and moves! Moving right across the room!

And then he looks behind his dad, and his breath comes out in puffs. He starts crying and wailing hysterically.

Jazz peers at where Danny is looking. "Mommy, hit the air with the stick!"

Maddie gently grabs Danny. "Why, sweetie?"

"Danny is scared! So we have to protect him!"

Maddie grabs her Fenton Baton, and gives the area Danny was looking at a good thwack. She expects it to go right through the empty air.

Instead there's a loud zap! There's a cry of pain! And then a semi-transparent form zooming out of their house!

Maddie's jaw drops. Jack scrambles to his feet and grabs every ghost weapon in radius, forming a protective circle around the family with them!

Maddie looks at Danny, who's now calm.

And his breath isn't visible.

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"We're just seeing if my hypothesis is right," Maddie assures.

Jazz sobs, clinging onto her leg. "NOOOO! HE'LL GET HURT! OR STOLED!"

"Stolen, sweetie. And Mommy and Daddy would never let that happen."

Jazz scream-sobs again.

"What if we can promise you the ghost will be in a big, big box?"

Jazz looks at her mom with watery eyes. "Like around Danny's crib?"

"Yes, like that."

"But-but he's so little."

"It'll just be a second, sweetheart."

Jazz sniffles again. "... Can I hold the stick?"

Maddie smiles softly. "Yes, sweetie, you can hold the stick."

A couple hours later, Jack and Maddie return home with a ghost in a box. It's yelling something, but the box is soundproof.

Jack sets the box down, and goes to grab Danny. He comes back, and holds Danny firmly while walking towards the ghost. Danny's eyes are covered by a too-big hood on his little shirt. He can't see, or hear, that there's a ghost nearby.

Danny's breath comes out a visible puff about two feet away from the ghost, and he starts crying. Jack steps back a ways, and Danny's breaths become normal again. He settles down.

Jack walks closer. Puff of breath, and crying.

Jack steps back. Normal breath, calm Danny.

"He can sense ghost's," Maddie says, looking in awe at her baby boy. Her face breaks into a grin. "He's his own portable ghost detector! He'll never be caught unawares, he'll be able to always defend himself!"

She runs up to Jack and hugs them both, kissing Danny's little forehead. Danny babbles.

"He'll never be caught unawares," Maddie says again in relief. "Oh, this makes me feel so much better."

"Mommy? ... Does that mean we're haunted all the time?"

Maddie's relief hardens and breaks in her chest.

All those times Danny's Ghost Sense has gone off inside! All those times!

She pulls away. "Jack, we're upping our security!"

Jack nods. "Time for FentonWorks 2.0!"

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Danny giggles as his dad chases him around the house. He phases through doors and turns invisible in hiding places, always giving himself away with laughter.

Jack grabs Danny just before he phases through the next door. “Gotcha!”

Danny laughs, happy little kid squeals that you can hear through the whole house. Jack puts Danny on his shoulders and heads into the kitchen. “He’s getting pretty good at running! Say, whatcha making, Mads?”

“Meatloaf. Would you mind helping?”

Jack sets Danny down at the table and helps Maddie make dinner, while Danny eyes something on the counter.

“Cookie.”

Maddie looks over. Danny is staring at the cookie jar. “No sweetie, no cookies yet.”

“Cookie!”

“Not yet.”

Danny starts to cry. “Cookie!”

Maddie walks over, and gives Danny his binkie. Danny refuses it af first, but once he has it he calms down fast.

He looks at the cookie jar still, though.

And, slowly, he lifts out of his chair. He kicks his little legs, pushing himself forward. He plops down on the counter, and reaches into the jar with an intangible hand.

He pulls out not one, but two cookies!

He gets so excited that he starts waving his arms, making happy noises.

Jack looks over. “What? Maddie, he’s gotten into the cookie jar!”

“I’ve got it!” Maddie walks over and scoops Danny up in his old Anti-Ghost-Phasing Blanket. Soft, warm, and totally ghost-proof.

Danny whines. “Cookie!”

“I said not yet, honey.” Maddie grabs the cookies and puts them on the counter. She safety pins the blanket around Danny like a little cape, except it takes away his powers.

Danny sits in his chair, throwing a fit! But to no avail. Eventually he just sits there, tear-faced and angry.

And then Jazz walks in. She looks over at the cookies, and then at Danny.

She walks over and snatches them off the counter as quick as she can! She casually walks over to the table, and hands them to Danny.

Danny brightens up. He shoves one cookie in his mouth, and gives the other back to Jazz. His original intention.

Jazz smiles, and scarfs the cookie down just before Maddie turns around.

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“Why?” Danny looks at his mom with wide, innocent eyes.

Maddie’s heart aches. “People might get scared.”

Danny frowns. “Scawy?”

“No, no, you aren’t scary. But the... idea of ghosts, for a lot of people, can be scary.”

Danny thinks, and then walks over to the fridge. “Scawy.”

Maddie looks at the drawing Danny is pointing at. It’s Jazz’s drawing of The Ghost.

The one that’s been haunting them for months.

Black horns, it looks like. Red eyes. Deathly blue skin. It makes Maddie shiver, knowing it had direct access to her children for so long.

Danny starts to cry. “I scawy!”

Maddie scoops him up. “No, no sweetie! You are nothing like that monster, nothing like it at all! And you never will be, I promise!” Maddie hugs him tightly. “Oh, my poor baby... how about we take a break? Do you want to help Jazz paint something?”

Danny sniffles, and nods. They head upstairs, leaving the talk for another day.

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“Kindergarten, Jack,” Maddie says, packing the little lunch box. “He’s already in Kindergarten!”

Jack is already openly sobbing as he makes Jazz a sandwich.

“Do you think he understands what he needs to do?” Maddie asks no-one in particular, just worrying.

“He understands perfectly!”

Maddie jumps a little, and turns around to see Jazz smiling proudly. Danny stands right next to her, a shyer smile on his face. Maddie tears up at the sight of him with his little backpack and school outfit on.

Jazz looks at Danny. “Go ahead! Show them what we practiced!”

Danny puffs out his chest to look strong. “I won’t go through anything, turn invi-invisi- um, turn not-seeing-me, I won’t fly, and, um... and if I feel another ghost, I’ll use this!” He pulls his little Fenton Emergency Pager out of his pocket.

Maddie wipes her eyes. “Perfect, honey,” she says, letting the pride seep into her voice. “Oh, my baby boy! Growing up so fast!” She picks him up and kisses his face. Danny wraps his arms around her neck.

“Do I have to go, mommy? They’ll think I’m scary.”

“Oh, honey. You aren’t scary, I promise.”

“... What if I need to be scary?”

“Mommy will come be scary for you.”

“She very good at it,” Jack chimes in, shivering a little as he remembers the time a ghost attacked while Maddie was buying Danny’s first pair of little shoes. By the time it was over, Jack almost pitied the thing.

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Maddie gives Danny one last hug. “Remember, calls u anytime you need us, okay?”

He nods. “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy. I love you, Jazz.”

“You’re just going to school, not saying bye forever.” Even as Jazz says it, her lip wobbles and her voice cracks.

Danny floats up to the car window give her a hug, before being quickly held up by Maddie to cover the power use.

“That’s the only time today you’ll do that,” she reminds him.

Danny nods.

Eventually... the goodbyes are done being dragged out. Danny’s family drives away as the teacher leads him inside.

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Danny sits on a swing by himself, not sure what to do.

Usually at home he plays using his powers. He doesn’t know how to be good at tag without making it so people can’t touch him, or how to play hide-and-seek without turning invisible.

He kicks the sand. This is stupid. He misses Jazz. He can play with her.

“Hi.”

Danny looks up. Another young boy is standing in front of him, holding some kind of electronic. The boy holds out his hand. “I’m Tucker.”

Danny shakes his hand, focusing very hard on keeping it a real hand. “I’m Danny.”

Tucker shows him the electronic. “Want to play my game?"

Danny looks at it. It’s a coloring game. He nods.

They pass it back and forth between each other for a while, both coloring in different parts of the same picture.

Eventually it’s time to back in. Danny and Tucker ask if they can sit closer together.

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“So, how was it?” Maddie asks, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she picks Danny up. “Have fun?”

“I made a friend!” Danny yells! “His name is Tucker and he’s really nice!”

Maddie relaxes. “Oh? How did you meet?”

“He let me play his coloring game!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“We made a tower out of blocks and it was the strongest ever! And I never used my powers!”

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie!”

Maybe Maddie can stop worrying now. ... Probably not.

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“What if we gave it big scary horns?” Danny says as he doodled something in crayon. “Like the thing that watches my window.”

Tucker looks at him with wide eyes. “A monster watches you?”

“My parents don’t let it touch me. They hunt ghosts.”

“Oh. Do you hunt ghosts?”

Danny shakes his head. “I’m too little.”

“Oh. Me too.”

“You should give it bat wings.”

They both look up. The quiet girl who usually sits in the back is standing in front of them, her hair pulled back in a tight black braid and her clothes perfectly pressed.

Danny looks at the drawing, and nods. He adds the wings. “We’re drawing the monster from that story we heard today.”

The girl sits down. “I bet it had claws. And could breathe black fire!”

Danny adds them on. “You’re really smart!”

The girl nods. “I am.”

“I’m Danny.”

“I’m Tucker!”

The girl grins. “I’m Samatha.”

“Wow... that’s a long name,” Danny says, eyes wide. “My sister has a long name too. Do all girls have long names?”

Samantha thinks. “I dunno. I haven’t met all girls.”

“Oh. We don’t know all boys, either.”

They spend the rest of free time coloring. Once it’s over, Samantha moves to sit with them.

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“So, how was today, sweetie?”

“I made another friend! She’s really good, and her parents make her have long hair but she wants it short, and we made this with her!” He shows Maddie the drawing.

Maddie grimaces a little, but turns it into a smile. “It’s lovely, dear. Looks... a little like Jazz’s picture.”

Danny nods.”The monster in the story lived in the window. So does this ghost.”

“... What?”

“He lives by my window. But he can’t come inside, so I make faces at him and make him mad.”

Maddie speeds up a little. “Danny, we’re going to be altering your windows when we get home. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Danny leads Sam and Tucker to his room with his tiny arms full of snacks. He brings them inside, and proudly stands in the middle. “This is my room!”

"Cool!” Tucker exclaims. “Whoa, you have a computer?”

Danny shakes his head. “That’s to keep ghosts out. Ghosts hate us.”

“You’ve seen some?” Samantha asks, eyes wide.

Danny grins. “So many!”

“Can we see some?”

“Sure, I can even-”

They hear a gasp in the doorway. Turning to look, they see Jazz. “Danny, you didn’t let me meet your friends!”

Danny looks horrified. “Oh no!” He runs over and pulls Jazz into the room. “This is my big sister Jazz! She’s the coolest big sister!”

“I’m Tucker!”

“I’m Sam!”

Jazz grins. “Guess what I learned yesterday?” She points out of the room. “How to use the remote!”

The trio of toddler’s eyes sparkle. They cheer for Jazz as all of them descend, ready to Take Control Of The TV!

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“-and this is The Box Ghost,” Danny says, showing his friends the doodle him and Jazz made at home. “He’s silly. He wants to be scary, but he isn’t.”

Tucker and Samantha nods like it the most important thing they’ll ever learn.

Danny pulls out the next drawing. “This is Scary, the ghost from my window.” It’s a new drawing, a little more detailed thanks to Jazz being better at drawing now. And Danny having seen the face so, so many times. “I don’t see him anymore. Mom and Dad kicked him out of the window.”

“He’s ugly,” Samantha says, wrinkling her nose.

“He looks stinky,” Tucker agrees.

Danny looks over at the window. “Shhhh! He’s here!”

Tucker and Samantha look at the window. They see nothing.

They look back at Danny. They see little puffs coming out of his mouth, and his eyes are the wrong color.

Danny pulls his pager out. “It’s okay. Mommy will come scare him away.”

“We can’t see him,” Samantha says.

Danny nods. “He’s hard to see.”

“Do you have to have glowy eyes like yours?” Tucker asks. “I have to have glasses. Are your eyes like Ghost Glasses?”

Danny thinks, and then nods. “I guess so. ... OH NO!” He covers his eyes. “You aren’t supposed to see that!”

“Why not?”

“Mommy said it’s a secret! You’ll think I’m scary!”

“But it’s not scary.”

Danny tilts his head, still covering his eyes. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s cool!”

He slowly uncovers his eyes. “... Do... you think this is scary?” He holds out his arm, and makes it invisible.

Tucker and Samantha gasp! Danny pulls his arm back, about to cry. They think he’s scary, they won’t be his friends anymore-

“That’s so cool,” Samantha says.

“I wanna do that!” Tucker exclaims.

Danny can’t believe it for a second. And then he grins. “I can do more stuff too! I’ll show you at my house!”

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Maddie paces the floor while Danny sits on the couch, his little face burning with shame.

Jazz sits next to him, arms crossed. Jack stands in front of him, Maddie pacing beside her husband.

“You told your friends?” Maddie asks again.

Danny nods, keeping his head low. “I didn’t mean to. I saw Scary, and my eyes turned green, and I can’t fix that.”

Maddie sighs. “I know, sweetie, but you showed them more after! We caught you flying them around your room! How can you even carry both of them at once?!”

“It’s easy when I’m a ghost,” he says, still keeping his head low. “Everything’s easy when I’m a ghost.”

Maddie stops pacing. “Oh, sweetie... I know it must be strange for you to suddenly have to hide it.”

Danny nods. He sniffles a little.

“It’s for your own safety, son,” Jack says. “You understand that, right? We just want you to be safe.”

“Other kids can be mean, Danny,” Jazz says. “I’m smart, and some kids are mean to me for that.”

“But Samantha and Tucker aren’t mean!”

“No, they aren’t,” Maddie concedes. “... I guess what’s done is done. Danny?” She kneels down in front of him and gently lifts his head up, wiping his tears away. “We aren’t mad. We’re worried. They’re your friends, but they also don’t understand this the way we do.”

“... Can you make them understand?”

Maddie nods. “We’ll absolutely have a talk with them. You can go get them from your room right now, even. But Danny? No-one else. Okay? These two kids are the only kids you will ever tell. Promise?”

Danny nods, still sniffling. “Promise.”

Maddie puts on her HAZMAT glove and holds out her pinkie. “Fenton promise?”

Danny links her pinkie with his, letting it go ghostly. “Fenton promise, Mommy.”

“Okay. You can send your friends down now.”

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Danny waits for his mom to come pick him up, Samantha and Tucker sitting next to him.

Samantha looks up suddenly. “I don’t like my name.”

Danny and Tucker look at her.

She stands up. “From now on, my name is... is Sam!”

Danny and Tucker clap, because they learned that’s the polite thing to do when someone has a dramatic moment like this. They learned it from watching the older kids do a play.

Sam sits back down. “I’m Sam,” she says happily. “Sam.”

“Sam is a good name,” Danny says.

“Easier to write,” Tucker says.

“Yeah.” Sam is very proud of her new name.

They wait a bit longer, and a long black car pulls up. Sam stands up, but her parents don’t step out.

A tall, white-haired man does, one none of them have ever met before. He smiles down at them. “Hello, Danny. Hello, Danny’s friends.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Danny’s parents,” he says, giving a slight bow (or maybe just bending over to hear them better since they’re so much shorter than him).

“I don’t know you,” Danny says, accusatory. “Mrs. Emma told us about people like you!”

The Man shakes his head. “I’m not a stranger, I promise. Your parents and I are very close.”

“I don’t know you,” Danny says again. He steps between The Man and his friends. “I’m gonna tell Mrs. Emma on you.”

“Danny, really, your mother called and asked me to pick you up.”

“You liar! She always picks me up!”

“She’s fighting a ghost right now.”

“She leaves fights to come get me!”

The Man sighs. He grabs Danny’s arm. “Stubborn like your parents. Come on, I promise you’ll be fine.”

“NO!” Danny yanks his arm, trying to get away. “LET GO OF ME!”

“Stop making a scene!”

“LET GO! YOU-”

Danny gaps, a puff of breath coming out and his eyes turning green.

“S-Scary,” he whimpers. “SCARY! MOMMY! MOMMMYYYY! SCARY HAS ME!!! HELP!!!”

Danny yanks again, Tucker and Sam finally running inside to get Mrs. Emma!

The Man scowls. “I’m trying to help you, little badger!”

“YOU’RE THE SCARY IN THE WINDOW!” Danny looks at him with bright eyes, tearful and afraid. “GET AWAY!!!”

Danny’s little hand glows green, and suddenly The Man is clutching his stomach instead of Danny’s arm. Danny runs inside, right into Mrs. Emma’s arms. He sobs to her as she frantically calls the police, trying to read the plate of the car speeding off into the distance.

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Maddie hands Jazz a Baton. “This is in case this ‘Scary’ come after you,” Maddie says, still shaking a bit. “Okay?”

Jazz nods.

“Danny, this is for you.” Maddie hands him a black-and-white suit. “This is to keep other ghosts from sensing you, okay? So wear it under your clothes.”

Danny nods, still crying.

Maddie looks at Sam and Tucker. Their parents were late picking them up, but with the attempted kidnapping it was decided that they’ll stay with The Fentons for a few hours until their parents could get them.

“You two get these.” She hands them Fenton Pagers, and Fenton Fun-Sized Ghost Stunners. “They can hurt people too, so only use them on ghosts. Or if someone tries to do... what you saw today, ever again.”

Sam and Tucker nod.

“And Danny? From now on, wait with Mrs. Emma until we come inside to get you.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“And when I get my hands on this ‘Scary’, I promise you’ll never have to worry about him again.”

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Danny looks around to see if anyone is watching. He, Tucker, and Sam are crouched under a desk in the classroom while everyone else is out at recess.

He holds out his hand to the stack of paper, and closes his eyes. For a second, nothing happens.

And then it glows green, and a small beam shoots from his hand! Tucker and Sam gasp!

“You’re like a superhero!” Tucker exclaims, standing up.

“A ghost superhero!” Sam says, standing up too. “You need a superhero name!”

Danny shoots up, smiling widely. “What should it be?”

They all think for a long, long time.

Sam perks up. “I know!”

She grabs a book from the corner. The book is a Halloween one, mostly for pictures with just a few words. She flips to a page, and points to it. “This word! It means Ghost!”

Danny and Tucker peer at it. “How do you say it?” Tucker asks.

Sam grins. “Phantom!”

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“Phantom?” Maddie says, looking at the doodle.

Jack nods. “Apparently Sam came up with it! Our boy wants to be a ghost hunter after all!”

“Superhero, this says.”

“Same thing!”

“Jack, what’re you making there?”

Jack holds up the suit, one of the prototype Anti-Ghost-Detection suits for Danny. “I got out my old needlepointing stuff and am making him a superhero costume! See, it’s a P!”

Maddie squints, trying to get a better look at the outline. “It looks like a D.”

Jack looks at it. “Hmm. I guess from some angles. But it’s a P! Or, DP! Danny Phantom!”

Maddie’s expression goes soft. “Awww! Okay, you keep making that, and I’ll hang this doodle on the fridge! But no actual ghost fighting until he’s at least fourteen, right?”

“Absolutely!”

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Danny steps into the school “Halloween Party” with his hands on his hips and a bright grin, looking like a mini-version of his dad behind him.

“Aww, and what are you dressed as, Danny?” Mrs. Emma asks.

“A superhero ghosthunter!” Danny says proudly. “My parents made this for me!”

“It’s great,” Mrs. Emma says genuinely. “Alright, go mingle! We’re going to make paper jack-o-lanterns later so now is the time to trade candies!”

Danny walks over to his friends, still striking the pose. Tucker, dressed as a robot made out of cardboard boxes, pouts in slight jealousy as Danny comes over. Sam, dressed as a vampire, grins. “P for Phantom!” she yells.

Danny runs over faster. “Yeah! My dad put the logo on!” He shows it off proudly. “I’m gonna be the best ghosthunter ever!”

“You can work from the inside!” Tucker says, getting over his jealousy thankfully quick. “Make them think you wanna haunt stuff too!”

“Yeah!” Danny strikes another pose. “But I’m actually going to catch them all, because I’m Danny Phantom!”

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Danny and Jazz are playing with dolls in the living room. “Pow! Take that!” Danny shouts, making his doll punch Jazz’s.

“Nooo!” Jazz cries out in a husky voice. “But how? I’m The Scary! Nothing can not fear me!”

“I don’t fear you!” Danny waves the hand of his doll, making laser noises. Jazz shakes her doll around, making dying noises. “I’m Danny Phantom, the strongest ghost boy ever!”

“Nooooo!”

Maddie chuckles, watching them. “That Scary better watch out for more than just us.”

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“Where are we going?” Danny asks again.

“It’s a surprise!” Jack says again, still as excited as when the road trip started.

Danny huffs, looking out the window again. “Why couldn’t Sam and Tucker come?”

“Because they’re spending Summer visiting their families,” Maddie says. “And so are we, sort of.”

“I though Auntie lived in Spittoon,” Jazz says.

“She does! This is different.”

After hours (years in the minds of the kids), they pull up to a mansion. All fo the boredom washes away instantly, Jazz and Danny cramming into the window to see it!

“Are we rich?” Jazz demands to know.

“We’re well-off, but not quite. Welcome to your honorary Uncle Vlad’s house!” Maddie cheers.

“Vlad was out best friend in college!” Jack says, grinning. “He got back in contact with us a few years ago and we’ve been thick as thieves since! He asked us too come over this weekend, and we thought we’d surprise him and let him meet your two at the same time!”

Danny and Jazz cheer! THEY GET TO STAY IN A MANSION!

The family piles out of the car, and stand in front of the door! Maddie and Jack make sure Jazz and Danny look extra nice, and ring the doorbell!

It takes a long minute, so they ring it again!

Finally, a man opens it up! “Oh, Maddie, Jack, I’m so sorry I didn’t hear-”

Danny shrieks. His eyes are glowing bright as they can, his breaths giant puffs! He holds up his hand and send a little beam right into Vlad’s side!

Vlad falls back with an “Oof!”

“Danny!” Maddie scoops him up. “What on earth has gotten into you? Oh, Danny!”

Danny is sobbing pointing at Vlad. “It-it’s him! The-The Scary! He-he tried to take me!”

Maddie and Jack freeze. Slowly, they both look at Vlad. Jazz pulls out her Baton.

“Vlad?” Maddie says coldly.

“Didn’t I only invite you two?” Vlad wheezes.

Jack points a ghost detector at Vlad. It goes off.

“Now, now, I can explai- AGCK!”

Jazz starts happening him with the Baton before he can finish his sentence. Maddie hands Danny to Jack. “Sweetie, close the door and take Danny back to the truck. I need to have a word with Vlad.”

Jack does as told, holding Danny in his lap and soothing him.

“He-he tried to take me,” Danny sobs again.

“Don’t worry, son.” Jack hugs him tightly. “No-one’s ever going to be able to do that. We’ll always keep you safe. We promise.”

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“And what do we always wear while testing new devices?” Maddie asks, handing Danny a Fenton Ghost-Zapper that would use Danny’s own ghost energy to work.

Danny grins, and puts it on. “Face mask!”

“Because?”

“Because lab safety is very important!”

Maddie grins. “That’s right! And who do we thank for reminding us of that every time we’re in the lab?”

Danny points. “Jazz! Thank you, Jazz!”

Jazz grins proudly.

#danny phantom #Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #kidnapping tw #attempted kidnapping #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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uraveragelonelygay · 3 years ago

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Another Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at a grief group, as she’s struggling to heal after Vision’s death. Will you help her heal? Will your friendship grow into something more?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: grief

Theme: Angst, Fluff

A/N: I have been working on this one all day, and I think it’s alright! It’s my first oneshot on this account, so please go easy on me! I hope you enjoy!

(Shoutout to @theloveclub-18 for the idea! I super appreciate it!)

“Thank you all for being so open this evening. I hope to see you all next week. Let the healing continue.”

As various people mumbled back “let the healing continue,” Wanda fought the urge to roll her eyes.

It had been six months since Vision’s death, and four months since she had started attending a grief group recommended by Bucky. She had tried to insist to him that it was useless but he begged her to try it out. Now, here she was, four months later, still feeling as broken as she had the day she watched the love of her life be killed. Twice. One might ask why she continued to attend the sessions weekly when she felt she hadn’t made any progress. Why had she spent 16 of her Wednesday nights at a grief group when she felt it was pointless? The answer is simple: the food.

The session always had a table full of freshly baked goods from Sugar, Butter, Flour, a bakery just down the road from the community center holding the sessions. Every week, Wanda would sit through listening to people talk about their heartbreak, and, when pushed to confront her own trauma, reluctantly share just enough to satisfy the facilitator. And she did it all just to have a few moments of sheer joy, letting whatever delicious creation the bakery had provided that week wash over her taste buds and temporarily take her away from this cruel world that had ripped her love from her.

Wanda grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the table full of goodies. She had been running late today, so she didn’t get a chance to grab anything before the session, leaving her options limited. There was only one cookie left, but as she reached for it, her hand brushed against someone else’s, causing her to pull her hand back quickly.

“I’m sorry-”

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have-”

“Please it’s all yours-”

You cleared your throat and shot her a sheepish smile before extending your hand to her.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Wanda looks at your hand skeptically and you awkwardly retract it when you realize she won’t be shaking it.

“I’m Wanda,” she says hesitantly, her eyes flashing to the cookie, and then the exit.

You tried again. “So you like the cookies here too?”

She meets your Y/E/C eyes impatiently before sighing.

“Yeah, I’ll just grab one next week, though, I really gotta go,” she says, starting towards the exit.

You watch her leave, intrigued by the girl, before you snap back to reality.

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Wanda is almost to her car when she hears footsteps behind her and quickly turns around, her eyes glowing red.

You stare at her, wide-eyed, the remaining cookie in your hand.

“Shit, Wanda, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you this.”

Wanda sighs, her eyes returning to their normal color. She pinches the bridge of her nose. Remorse fills her face. Her grief had caused her to be angrier than usual, leading to her powers flaring up accidentally. And now she had frightened this woman who was just trying to give her a damn cookie.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Thank you for the cookie. I promise I’m not always scary I just, I-”

You stopped her. “Hey, it’s fine. If I heard someone running at me in a parking lot in the middle of the night, I would be on edge too. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Plus, you’re...well...here,” you paused, gesturing to the community center the two of you had just come from, before continuing, “so I think it’s safe to assume you aren’t having the best time. I get it. If there’s any way I can help, please let me know.”

Wanda was at a loss for words. She had nearly struck you with her powers and here you were, looking at her with a gentle smile and no fear on your face whatsoever.

After a few minutes of silence, you awkwardly placed the napkin-wrapped cookie on the hood of her car, before stepping back and smiling at her yet again.

“I’ll see you next week, Wanda. Have a good night,” you say, waving at her before you walk out of the parking lot and down the block.

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Only, you didn’t see her in Group the following week.

After leaving the community center, you were about to head down the block when you noticed her car in the parking lot, with her in it. You gently approached her car, tapping on the window quietly in an attempt to not startle her.

She looked up at you with puffy, red-rimmed eyes, before rolling down her window.

“May I help you?”

Her tone was much harsher than she intended, and she winced at it, but you merely smiled at her, unaffected, before digging through your bag and pulling out a tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies.

“They had leftovers tonight, you want some?”

And you had shocked Wanda yet again.

“Sure.”

You reached forward to hand the cookies to her through the window when Wanda decided to take a leap of faith.

“You can come sit in here and share them with me, I wouldn’t mind some company,” She says quietly before adding, “I’ll warn you, though, I’m a bit of a trainwreck right now.”

You laughed softly before opening the door to the passenger side of her car and sliding in. You looked at her with soft eyes.

“Trainwrecks unite.”

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Wanda told you everything that night. She told you about Vision, about her love for him, and his for her. About how he was the first since her brother died to look at her like a person, and not a monster. She told you all about the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the desperate need for it to end.

And you listened. You watched her intently the whole time. You held her hand comfortingly as her body wracked with sobs. You were there. And that night, you didn’t know why, but you made a promise to always be there for the beautiful redhead with the lost hope.

That night was the first time since Vision’s death that Wanda slept soundly through the night. No nightmares. No suffering.

It had been three months since that night. Since then, it became a habit for the two of you to spend Wednesday nights following group sessions in her car, chatting about anything and everything. And Wanda had to admit, she was okay. For the first time since Vision’s death, she didn’t wish she could join him. She didn’t want to stay isolated in her room. She wanted to live. She wanted to show people the kindness you’d shown her. She woke every Wednesday with a smile, and you on her mind.

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This Wednesday, you appeared nervous as you got into the passenger side of Wanda’s car.

Wanda noticed this right off the bat.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You start fidgeting with your fingers and look down at your lap as you respond.

“Yeah, I just...I have to tell you something. Promise you won’t get mad.”

Wanda looks at you with a gentle smile.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend, I could never get mad at you. What is it?”

You took a deep breath and looked up at Wanda, before asking the question.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and she froze.

You tried to dig yourself out of the hole.

“Nevermind, forget I said anything, I never should’ve-”

“No.” Wanda said quietly.

“What?”

“No. I can’t. God, I could never love you.”

You felt your heart shatter in your chest.

Wanda quickly realized the weight of her words, and tried to fix them, “Y/N, no, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I-”

“It’s fine, Wanda. I have to go.”

With that, you scrambled out of the car and walked out of the parking lot and down the block, with tears streaming down your face, and your heart broken.

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Wanda couldn’t believe she had said that. The truth is, she didn’t know if she had room in her heart for more than one love. She had loved Vision. He was everything to her. Could she also love you?

For the rest of the week, Wanda was beyond conflicted. She knew she had to apologize to you, but she didn’t want to do so until she had sorted out her own feelings. You deserved a solid answer.

It was Tuesday night. She would see you again tomorrow. And she still didn’t know. She tossed and turned that night for hours before she finally fell asleep, you and Vision occupying her mind, per usual.

She was in a field of flowers. It was beautiful. She thought about how she might like to show it to you. And then she heard someone. Someone she thought she would never hear from or see again.

“Wanda, darling.”

“Vision?” She spun around, and there he was, smiling at her.

“It’s okay, you know,” He said. Wanda was confused. He continued, “The feelings that you’re feeling. For her. It’s okay.”

She laughed, “You always did know me better than I knew myself.”

Vision smiled softly at her.

“Vision, I love you. I love you so much. I can’t let you go.”

“Wanda, no one is asking you to. You can move on without letting my memory slip away from you.”

Wanda nods softly, thinking intently about what he said.

“Tell me about her,” he encourages.

Wanda smiles.

“She’s so gentle. And so stubborn. I almost hurt her when we first met but she didn’t cower. She wasn’t afraid. She didn’t look at me like a monster. She made me laugh for the first time since you...you know. She fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous. She does this adorable head tilt when she’s listening intently. She’s patient. She’s kind. She’s...she’s everything,” Wanda realizes, awestruck.

Vision approaches her.

“You love her.”

She looks at him, concerned. “Is that okay?”

He merely smiles. “Darling, of course it’s okay. She sounds wonderful. You deserve her. You deserve love, even if it isn’t with me. You deserve happiness.”

Wanda grabs his hands. “Thank you, Vision. For your love. I think it will always be a part of me. But I’m ready to move on. I love her. I’m ready.”

Vision squeezes her hands gently. “That you are, Wanda. I’ll always love you. Now go. Go to her.”

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Wanda shot up, breathing deeply. This time, she only had one person on her mind: you. “I love her,” she whispers softly to herself. She smiles, but it quickly fades when she remembers the words she said to you last week. She had to make this right.

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She arrived at Group early, noticing with a frown that the snack table was empty. She knew she would need some baked goods to give her the courage to approach you, so she approached the facilitator, Mindy, and cleared her throat to get Mindy’s attention.

“Um, hello, ma’am, I was just wondering where the goodies are? They’re usually here by now,” she said.

Mindy smiled at the girl. “I’m sorry, dear, but there won’t be any baked goods today. Y/N called me earlier, and told me she wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“Y/N? What does she have to do with-” Wanda pauses. Holy shit. You were the owner of Sugar, Butter, Flour. You had been the one making the goodies that fueled her to keep attending the group. You had been the provider of her temporary escape from the world. You did that. It truly was always you. She had to find you.

“Are you alright, dear?” Mindy asked.

Wanda shook her head. “No, there’s something I need to do. Thank you for your help, ma’am.” And with that, she sprinted out the door, got into her car, and pulled out of the parking lot.

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Wanda didn’t know where she was going. She just knew she had to find you. And then it started raining. No, not just raining. Pouring. This made it incredibly hard for Wanda to see where she was going, but she was determined.

As she drove, she realized something. She had told you everything about herself. You had listened, asked questions. But she never once asked about you. Hell, she didn’t even know you baked for a living until 15 minutes ago. She didn’t even know why you attended the grief group.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she had driven all the way to the park at the edge of town, until she saw you. You were sitting on a bench, in the pouring rain, sobbing and shaking. Her heart broke at the sight. She quietly got out of her car.

“Y/N?” She called your name softly, approaching you with caution.

Your head snapped up.

“Wanda?”

She smiled weakly at you, and suddenly your eyes filled with more tears as you began to shake again.

“I tried to go to Group and act like everything was normal, I really tried, Wanda, but I just couldn’t, I’m sorry, I’m so-”

Wanda rushed over to you, engulfing you in a hug, holding you tightly as you sobbed.

“It’s okay, malyshka, it’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. Breathe, sweet girl. I’m here. I’m right here, I promise.”

She continued to hold you and speak comforting words to you for what felt like hours, until your sobs eventually died down, and you pulled away, sniffling. You looked up at the sky as if just remembering it was pouring, before standing up from the bench.

“Sorry about that. We should probably go inside, it’s pouring, and I don’t want you to-”

“I love you,” Wanda blurted out, leaving you speechless. She stood up and took your hands, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when you don't pull away. “I’m in love with you. I’m so sorry for not admitting it to myself, or you, sooner. Me saying that I could never love you? That was the grief speaking. I shouldn’t have let it control me like that. And I’m done. I’m done letting it control me. The truth is, anyone would be lucky to love you. And I do. I love you. I love your smile, I love your kind heart. I love your baked treats, which, by the way, I just learned were yours about an hour ago,” She says, and you let out a wet laugh. “I shouldn’t have said those things,” She continued, “It was wrong. I’m in love with you. And I understand if you don’t want to give me a second chance, because-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips against hers, and without hesitation, she kissed back, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. The two of you only pulled away when you let out a violent shiver because of the rain. She looked at you concerned, but you merely laughed, pulling her in for another kiss.

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“Detka, I’m home!” Wanda called out, wondering where you were. Her questions were answered when a delicious smell hit her. She walked into the kitchen and smiled adoringly at you. You were moving around the kitchen, flour in your hair, and batter all over your clothes, completely in your own little world.

“Detka,” Wanda tries again, and you spin around, holding a spatula out in front of you as a form of defense.

“Shit, Wanda, sorry, you scared me!” You said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“My how the tables have turned,” she says teasingly, before removing the spatula from your hand and licking it.

“Wanda,” you pouted, “I was using that! Now I have to wash it!”

Wanda kissed the pout off of your face, before smiling at you triumphantly at doing so.

“Or, you could stop baking for the night and come cuddle with me and watch Bewitched,” she suggested, giving you those adorable puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You know I can’t resist that face. Okay. Give me 10 minutes to get showered and then I’ll join you on the couch.”

“I’ll be counting!” She called as you made your way to the bathroom.

It had been 5 years since that night in the rain, and as she sat down on the couch, gazing down at the wedding band that adorned her left hand, she still couldn’t believe how she had gotten so lucky to find another love. You were beautiful, kind, and patient, and she loved you with every ounce of her heart.

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” You asked with a smile, before settling down next to her on the couch and curling into her side.

“You. It’s always you,” she replied, kissing your temple.

You smile lovingly at her. “I love you, Wanda.”

“And I love you, beautiful girl.”

And as the two of you sat there, snuggled up, and watched Bewitched, both of you were so grateful that Wanda had made room for another love.

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2022.09.20 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324815902028726399

Long time no see!

- /starts off by singing 好久不见 by Eason Chan/ LYN: Hallo everybody, and good night! I am Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning, welcome!

LYN: I just need to ask if you hear this laugh track? Do you hear it? If so, then tonight’s stream will go extremely smoothly. LYN: You can hear it? Okay, great!

LYN: I have to be honest- I didn’t really want to stream today, because I have been quite busy lately. But I went to shoot a CF today, and what I didn’t expect was that we wrapped up the shoot early- around 9:30p. If that’s the case then if I got home around 10p, I thought I should be able to stream a little. Hold on- let me adjust the mic. LYN: This is better- I installed a vocal effect processor so the sound wasn’t clear, but I haven’t streamed in a while so I didn’t want to affect your listening experience. After we shot for the brand I thought I would stream a little because it’s really been TOO long. If I didn’t do it tonight I don’t know when my next chance will come. I’ll trouble you to listen to me tonight but I won’t be long- I’ll leave around 12a so I don’t interrupt your sleep. Let’s promote a good sleep schedule, so I will leave around 12a. C: You haven’t streamed for 28 days. LYN: I apologize. This drama has been keeping me quite busy. I have a lot of scenes and I’ve been investing myself in the act. Honestly- don’t hold it against me- but I haven’t been in the mood to stream at all. Let’s just say that I’m too into character. Another thing is, I try not to stream too much so that I can avoid publicity. C: Focus on your work, don’t worry. We are all here. LYN: Thank you for sticking with me. I really haven’t streamed in a long time and I thought that my friends couldn’t take it for much longer. I’m sorry to disturb your rest today, but if you have nothing going on and you’re not too sleepy, you can keep me some company. I probably won’t be able to sing too much, because my throat is uncomfortable. It hurts, so I think I may be coming down with something. I’ll do my best not to sing (so he can rest it) and the equipment is not tuned to it’s best right now, either. Next time will be better, when I’ve got all the screens and effects set up properly. We’ll make do for today, and have a little chat. C: Work comes first, streaming comes second. LYN: That’s right, there’s nothing wrong with that.

C: Ning-ge, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I have requested for my classmates to watch with me. LYN: Thank you. I hope you are able to convert the classmates you have invited to join you into becoming my “passer-by” fans, so they can put in a good word for me when they’re just out and about. I thank you and your classmates, and hope you do well in school.

LYN: It’s not like we’ve lost contact entirely, though. In the time I haven’t streamed up until now I have been making posts to check in and give you little updates. It’s just been a long time since I last did a stream, is all. C: To prove that you’re still alive. LYN: Yes. I’ve been checking in to the fan group, to cheer you up for school or work or to share how I’m doing. All to prove that I’m alive and well.

C: In the time since you haven’t streamed I’ve been watching the playback to get to sleep. LYN: I’m sure even that can tide you over for a few days, at least. There are quite a few. Has it become a comfort to you to hear my voice while you’re getting to sleep? A sense of familiarity.

LYN: Another reason why I chose to stream today was because it’s 9/20. 9-2-0. What does it mean? 就爱您 (I only love you). // 就爱宁 (I only love Ning). I don’t know- but that’s what I think of the date, so I came to meet you.

LYN: I found out that a lot of artists watch my stream! Sometimes I will meet someone and they will tell me, “Do you know? I’m a fan of your streams.” I’ve met a few, but I won’t name any names. We have probably never met before, but when they see me they will greet me and tell me they are a fan of my streams. It makes me happy, since they’re people that are in the business, just like me. I want to thank them for watching. /to the hidden artists/ Next time when you get the chance, come with your main account. Also, would it be possible to switch you from just a fan of my streams into being a fan of my acting or singing as well? You can like me for my other talents, too, and not just for streaming.

C: Ning-ge, you’re so pale today! LYN: There are two large lights in front of me, and also the brightening feature is at its highest. I’m white as paper right now. Even a corpse wouldn’t be as white as this.

C: Ning-ge, I’m a new fan. I fell into the pit because of your visuals. LYN: For my visuals? With all the chatter about me online these days, I don’t even believe you right now. /evil laughter/ I don’t believe you. Even though I’ve never been confident before, but lately my doubt in my visuals has reached peak highs in my life so far. I’m a grown man and from puberty up until now I don’t think I have ever suspected my visuals as much as I do right now. LYN: I always try to cheer myself up. I started off as an “internet famous” individual, just a guy singing on the side of the road, and to get to where I am today it must be because of my talent. It has nothing at all to do with how I look. Not one bit. I got to where I am today completely and absolutely due to my talent. That’s what I tell myself and that’s what makes me feel content. C: Ning-ge, I am a visual-fan. LYN: It really doesn’t matter. Beauty is in the eye of each beholder. Some people like to listen to rock music, some like classical, some like contemporary. It’s all different. Everyone has their own aesthetic. What you like and what you think is correct- it’s all good. There’s no wrong answer. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That’s enough. LYN: This song is for you: - /sings 你是我的眼/ C: You suddenly got emotional? LYN: I didn’t, really. You must not watch my streams very often, but I have this problem where I will be saying something and then in the next moment I’ll turn around and start singing.

C: Lao-da, I want a watch, too. LYN: ... I’ll give you one? XD Usually if my friends are around and they like what I’m wearing, I’ll give it to them. If someone says, “Your clothes are nice today.” I’ll take it off immediately and give it to them. X: “Ning-ge, I like your shoes!” LYN: “What’s your size? 13? Me too, here. Wear them out.” That’s just my personality. LYN: On the day of the opening ceremony the boss took an interest in my watch, so I gave it to them. It’s alright. It was an inexpensive watch. C: LYN, YOU look so nice. LYN: Uh.... Oh, because I said that if someone tells me something of mine looks nice, I will give it to them? So by saying that you mean that you want me to give MYSELF to you?? Uhm... how should I say this... uh... how about this? Tomorrow I will contact someone who can make a LYN doll. I’ll contact them and have a batch made, and then set up a shop on Taobao so you can buy it. How does that sound? Hey- there’s another venture in which I can make a penny. LYN: /after reading some reactions/ Alright, it was a small joke. C: Make as many as there are people watching the stream. LYN: There’s no need for that.

C: The comments are going by too quickly. LYN: If they’re not quick, how else can we prove that I’m a hot topic.

C: It’s my first time watching the stream. LYN: Very nice! I’m sure that there are many first-comers. If you still haven’t subscribed to my weibo, you can do so now. When I come to stream it will notify you and you can come watch. Sometimes I sing and sometimes I chat, but subscribing to me isn’t shameful. Thank you, everyone.

C: Did you cut your hair short? LYN: Yes, I’ve cut the back. With the guzhuang drama I need to apply the wig and sometimes the back is difficult, since my hair was so long. We’ve cut the back so that the wig is easier to apply, that’s all.

LYN: I’ve been away for a while, but now I’ve returned to this familiar streaming room. It’s more lavish here, isn’t it? Because I’ve got the lights and the background...

LYN: Yes, my throat is a bit sore, but don’t you think it makes me sound more ~husky~ LYN: ~Do you think a man who speaks like this is more attractive, friends?~

C: Zi Chuan passed the censors? LYN: Yes, I think it did. We shot... 48 episodes? but they’re split between parts 1 and 2. Isn’t that what everyone is doing nowadays? If you film too much you can split it into two parts and sell it for- a lot of money. So there are 24 episodes per “season”, and I’ve already finished the voice acting but only for the first 24, because I know it’s been split into parts. I’ve heard that it will air by the end of the year. LYN: I also heard that Tian Xing Jian (Floating World aka Heroes (#2)) might air... before the new year. So that means that before 2022 ends you might be able to watch two more of my dramas!

C: When will ALZ air? LYN: ALZ.... I really don’t know. I have’t been asked to do the voice acting for it yet. But I guess... I won’t say. I won’t spoil it. If you’re looking forward to that drama you can continue to wait for news on it. C: You’re doing your own voice? LYN: Yes, I’ve been doing my own voice acting. Ever since The Long Ballad I’ve been doing my own voice. Even though I’m not a professional and I may not be doing a great job of it, I hope that I can do the voice for all of my future roles. Honestly, after I finish up with one drama and on to the next I always feel like I am improving. It’s just like with singing- the more you sing and the more you record, you will get better. When you’re in the recording booth they really look at the finer details/techniques, and it’s unlike singing on a stage where you just need enough presence. With recording each word has it’s own style of execution and it’s all very detailed. Whenever people go in to record a song its a test and honing of your skills. Voice acting is the same- in that moment you can pause and think about the words and pronunciations, the intonations, the breath, and emotion. Because you don’t need to think too hard about physically acting out the scene, where your attention can be split if you are also trying to get the dialogue right in order to record on-site audio.

C: You’re trending in the entertainment tab. LYN: Thank you. Thank you Weibo and all the friends who are watching me tonight. It doesn’t matter if you’re my fan, a passer-by, or an anti. I thank you all for keeping me company, and it’s because of you that I am able to have a trending topic in the entertainment tab. Thank you. LYN: Let me now thank you with a song- which song can be used to expressed my gratitude... let me think... this one. Because I believe that for actors or singers, the audience is their “衣食父母” (lit: clothes, food, parents | english equivalent: bread and butter). Artists depend on the audience to make a living, and at the end of the day that is our relationship. So I will sing a song to thank all my “衣食父母” out there. - /sings 母亲/ LYN: /cuts off in the middle/ I originally wanted to sing a few more lines, but I can’t help but to stop there. My voice is getting hoarse. It’s fine, you all understand my sentiment. Thank you for the trending topic. Really. Why was I so excited earlier- it’s because I don’t think I’m worthy. That’s right. I’m not worthy- I don’t think I could make it there on my own. But with all of your support I’ve made it into the entertainment tab trending topics. Thank you, everyone. C: You deserve it. / You’re worth it. (你配.) LYN: Ok. I’m worth it! (我配)** I’ll use all of my strength to say it: 我配! *[In writing it may be that he is saying: “I’m worth it! (我配!). However- vocally- his pronunciation is coming out more like: “Bullshit! (我呸!)” Both 配 (worthy) and 呸 (bah!/bullshit!/etc. (exclamatory) are pronounced “pei”.]

C: Disclaimer: When watching/listening to Liu Yuning’s stream, please keep careful control of your volume. LYN: Watch out for sudden exclamations, because LYN is a little unstable and may scare you with a sudden shout. I mean, of course, don’t make the volume too small either. Because then it will deprive you of the feeling you get when watching a movie. I remember the first time I went to watch a movie- but when I was little I didn’t get this feeling, since we went as a group- as an adult going to watch a movie, I almost couldn’t take it. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt that way? I couldn’t take it, because the sound was almost too loud! Later I got used to it but started to wonder WHY the sound was so loud- its because they want you to have an immersive experience. So let’s not make my stream too low- you’re wearing headphones and so am I, so I can hear what you’re hearing. We’re in the same space, sharing the same experience. C: Ning-ge, blast me. I have the volume on high. LYN: I’m not that mean of a person. I’m not blasting you on purpose.

LYN: I saw that Be Your Own Light has released some promo lately. I was thinking- the drama is still shooting, but they’ve edited out promotional material already?? Is it going to air soon or what? I think it will be pretty quick though. So from the end of 2022 to the end of 2023, I think all of the dramas I’ve done so far will have aired. C: The promo is out tomorrow. LYN: Is it tomorrow? You can go check it out when it’s released, then. C: How was it? LYN: I was working with Tao-jie and I’m very grateful for her, because the only reason I was able to be a part of that crew in that role was because Tao-jie recommended me for it. She gave me a job. A lot of you might be going to school at the moment- whether it’s college, or high school, or elementary (but I’m guessing very little)- so you don’t know, but society has some rules. For example, when someone gives you a job or a project you have to express your gratitude. Tao-jie gave me this job for the male lead of a modern drama when I had no experience doing either. Before we even started working together I bought her two small electric fans. They were a little more than 300RMB each. I was sincerely grateful in my feelings towards her, but on the surface that act made us “even”. You can look up some of her Reuters- the small hand fan she’s holding- I bought her that. I was initially only going to give her one. I had bought two with the intention of keeping on for myself. But I gave it to her, and she said, “Only the one? What happens if this one runs out of battery?” I understood, and got her a second. You have to understand this concept, my friends. This is the 人情世故 (ways of the world and its people) of society. C: Give her a portable charger too. C: Is this just an example? LYN: This is real facts. How can this be fake? You think I gave her a small handheld fan and I’m bluffing about it?

LYN: I think you haven’t seen Daimi in a long time. Let me show her to you. Our family’s female artist needs her publicity, after all. Let me see... if she’s going to show her face then she should have some sort of intro music... What do they usually play for female artists? This, I’ve got one. - /picks up Daimi/ LYN: Say hello to everybody. - /Daimi only has eyes for Ning-ge./ LYN: Say hello! Let me give you the mic. - /maneuvering the mic, then maneuvering the dog/ - /she does not comply./ LYN: Alright, fine. I gave you your chance. LYN: She’s been with me all day today, so she’s actually pretty tired. She wants to sleep, but she hasn’t greeted everyone in a while. - /tries again/ LYN: Here, look at the camera. - /holds it for .1 sec/ LYN: I just wanted you all to be able to see her... Well, alright then. /to Daimi/ You can go. C: Is Daimi thinner? LYN: She just got her fur trimmed, but actually she’s gotten fatter. She was 10kg a little while ago, but I sent her to the shop to get a wash and trim and she’s 11.5kg now. C: My cat is 15kg. LYN: She’s a small breed dog, a mini celestial dog. (xiao tian quan)

C: Ning-ge, the tag is still on your clothes. LYN: Really? That’s because after I wear it I’m gonna return it. I’m going to return it when I’m done- don’t expose me. /rips the tag off/ C: Are the clothes borrowed? LYN: It’s rare that I ever borrow clothes. The last time after I did I told myself that I would never do so again... because it was frustrating process. So any clothes I wear to events or variety shows I buy myself. I’m not like other artists who are particularly detail-oriented and only wear an outfit once. With expensive clothes I tend to wear them two or three times, so that I can get my money’s worth. C: Ning-ge, what happened to the napa cabbage shirt? LYN: After you all pointed out that it looked like a cabbage, it got sent into storage. When I get the opportunity to attend a vegetable-cosplay event I’ll dig it out again. I probably won’t wear it on a normal basis again- you all almost gave me a breakdown.

C: What time are you planning to stream until? LYN: About 12am and I’ll leave. I have to get up at 7am tomorrow for hair and makeup. I’ve got work to do tomorrow.

LYN: If I ever go to shoot Chinese Restaurant or something, then I’ll wear the Cabbage Shirt. It suits the style of the show. If I go to record any cooking or food related show, then I can wear the shirt.

C: Has there been anything fun/interesting happening on set? LYN: It’s not convenient for me to share. There are a lot of things in this world that are far more interesting that what goes on while on a drama set.

C: Talk about the cameo as Liu Yining. LYN: Liu Yining? Oh- you mean the Discovery of Romance cameo? I think I came out in the very last episode. I have a good friend who is the filmmaker/producer of that drama, and they asked if I had time to go cameo. They wanted me to sing for the OST, and asked about a cameo while they were at it. (jokingly). I said I could. They’re a very good friend, and I’ve worked with them before. It left an impression because at that time I hadn’t yet acted as... first of all, I hadn’t done a modern drama and secondly, I hadn’t acted as a sentimental young man before. We shot the scene on my second day on set; out of courtesy the first day was spent greeting the director, to get to know one another in hopes that working together would go smoothly, even if it was just for one scene. So I met with the director and I asked them how they wanted me to execute the scene for tomorrow- as an actor, you need to know what the director wants, so you can get the scene, right? The director told me to just be myself. Okay, then. But the next day was when we realized- the director does not know me very well... XD They needed a sentimental person with the courage of youth, someone who looked nice and well-behaved... totally not me. But it’s fine and I was able to cameo and had fun while doing it. Right after I cameo’d in this drama, my next (Floating World) happened to be with QJJ anyway. It was a great way to get to know him prior to working together. C: It turns out that in the director’s mind you were THAT type of person. LYN: That’s right. Maybe in a lot of people’s minds I’m just a foolish boy. LYN: But no, I have a good relationship with the director and sometimes I can ask questions of him and sometimes he gives me work to do. It’s just unfortunate that the timing hasn’t matched up, so I haven’t gotten the chance to work with them more long-term. I hope one day there will be an opportunity to work on a modern idol-drama together. Oh- I’m not allowed to say that. A “modern talent drama” then. LYN: I did the scene together with Wu Qian-laoshi, and even though it was only the one scene, I deeply got the feel that she is a great actor. She also led me really well. I’m thankful to her. I’m thankful to everyone I meet and every experience I am able to have because of them. C: How could you tell (that she’s a good actor)? LYN: Honestly, acting is a very simple thing- !!!!?! WHAT DID I JUST SAY??! Excuse me, I’m sorry. What did I just- /clears throat/ I wasn’t finished! I didn’t mean that ACTING was simple/easy, I meant that when you work with another actor it is very easy to tell whether they are good at it or not. LYN: You didn’t hear anything just earlier- the video lagged. I wasn’t finished speaking. >.> When you are acting opposite someone else, you can tell how good they are by how you feel being on the opposite end. Just one word is enough. I’m probably not explaining this very well, but you can tell by how well they execute their lines. LYN: I wasn’t making any sort of declaration on the art of acting, I just wasn’t finished saying my thought out loud. She’s a great actress, and QJJ- I watched them do their scenes together when I got there the first day- he is also a very great actor. LYN: It’s like... I’m sure a lot of you are starting out in the workforce now. But for example, if you’re a salesperson at a car dealership, and you meet someone else who works at a different dealership. After exchanging a few words you could already tell who gets a better commission. It’s the same sort of feeling, the kind where you can tell how well they understand their craft. It’s not the greatest example, but you get my drift. It’s something you can tell.

C: Ning-ge, 寻一个你 (Searching for You, Cang Lan Jue OST) is hot! LYN: That song is hot not because of how amazing /I/ am, but how good the DRAMA is. If a lot of people watch the drama, then of course a lot of people will have heard the song. I’m thankful for the drama doing so well, and happy that I got to sing such a great song for you all to hear and like. C: Ning-ge, I became your fan because of CLJ. LYN: I didn’t act in it. Are we at the point where people can become my fan just by hearing the sound of my voice? Maybe you heard the song, thought it was nice and looked up who sang it, to realize it was LYN? Then that counts as having become aware of me. All is good. It’s a sort of fate. C: Ning-ge, you acted out Xiao Lanhua so well. LYN: I can’t be Xiao Lanhua- the only thing I can act for you is a Xian Renzhang (Cactus).

C: Lao-da, can you guarantee that I pass English Level 4? LYN: ? What, are you coming to make wishes now? Even if you WERE here to make wishes, shouldn’t you have thrown me a dollar into my wishing well or something? You didn’t make an offering and you’re asking for a wish?? But also, this type of thing (making a wish to lyn) is useless. LYN: You should study well and memorize your courses, and you will naturally pass. I HOPE that you pass. I hope that anyone likes me or who watches my streams can become successful in life. I hope everything goes smoothly for you and you always get what you want. C: /typing out all their wishes, i.e: let me write this essay quickly, let me make big money,.../ LYN: You’re really making wishes? There’s no need...

C: Ning-ge, you hair style is messing with your looks. LYN: What do you mean, I don’t have any looks and I don’t rely on them to get me anything. Everything depends on my talent.

C: Is Luo Mingxi (ALZ) our original voice? LYN: It should be, but I haven’t done the voice acting for him yet. I’ll go when they let me know to do it.

C: I knew you got here for your talents (and not his looks). LYN: /sigh/ There’s no helping it. What do you want me to do? My hair is messing with my looks, is that it? Let me see if I can do anything about it...

LYN: Friends! I have a new toy I haven’t shown you yet!! I have to show you, because I spent quite a lot on it! I need to show you with a song... wait a sec for me. C: What is it? LYN: Just hold on a sec. Let me think of what song is suitable... C: A new instrument? LYN: It’s a new toy! Let me think of a song... /comments suggest 寻一个你/ No, not that- because I can’t make people think that I, the original singer, ruined my own song. I can’t let the wonderful impression you have of the song be ruined by me. Let’s not torture this song, and switch to another one of my own songs... what should I do.... LYN: Well, how about 寻一个你 then. Let’s fully offend it. - /tries to make his hair look better, purposefully makes it look worse/ - /寻一个你 (...featuring KAZOOBIE)/

LYN: How was it? It’s a new toy. Extremely cool, am I right? C: KaKa 2.0 LYN: That’s right, it’s serves pretty much the same function. It’s the same way to play. But! This is a bit more expensive. When I saw it online I thought, “Wow! It suits me so well.” My kaka (kazoo) was abandoned and I went online to buy one of these. But it wasn’t easy, because it comes internationally and it would take two months to even get here. I’m a bit of a rushed personality- when I want something, I want it NOW. So I went on a secondhand shop to see if I could find one. I won’t tell you how much the original price is, but the secondhand product was even MORE expensive. That was fine with me, so I found a shop and asked if they would sell it to me. I asked for a price and for some pictures, and asked if it was used. The poster said it was- they had used it for a half a year... and I passed on that one. I was on the secondhand site mainly looking for a new one, because did you know that most of these sites actually sell new products? Coincidentally, I saw another listing and it was for 600RMB more than average market price. They had a limited stock and it cost me 600RMB MORE to buy it. Think about it- I paid 600RMB MORE for it, so you can take a guess at how expensive it was in the first place. That’s why I need to show it off.

LYN: I think in my mind there’s a song that’s full of regrets. That song is called- (he doesn’t finish this thought xP). Last time I wasn’t able to play it properly for you, but I think this time I can show you properly. - /the opening of 囍 starts playing/ LYN: That’s right. It’s this song. I wasn’t able to pay properly (on the kazoo) last time, but now I’ve got a bigger instrument, so I think I can pull it off. - /gets ready/ LYN: Ok! Wait- if you have a baby at home- because I know a lot of my friends have children- you can put in your headphones. We don’t want to disturb your kids. Please be safe, friends (of volume control). I’ll demonstrate it properly this time. - /囍 (kazoobie ver.)/ /... gets to the highlight- cuts himself off/ LYN: Hold on- why is this sound different from what I imagined it would be?? It came out as “du du”?? Let me tell you how this instrument works- it’s that if I say “du” it makes this sound /toot/ but if I say “ah” it makes this sound /toot/. So- for the people who are more well versed in Chinese culture than I am- what sound should I make in order to imitate the sound of a suona? What sound does a suona make?? - /reading comments and testing out the sounds X’D/ LYN: I don’t think these are right, friends. Let me try it out again. - /囍 (kazoobie ver.)/ (take 2)

LYN: Though I do think that the sound of this is better, it’s missing that same wildness that a kazoo gives me. This is... it sounds TOO good. It’s missing that little something. /sighs/ Just a little. LYN: Let’s find a song with sax so I can see if we can make a more beautiful sound with it. This instrument is too gentle. C: How beautiful a sound? LYN: You’ll know in a bit. Friends, do you any sax songs? - /brainstorming songs, but lyn suddenly thinks of My Heart Will Go On/ LYN: At this point in time, let us enjoy together, the sound of this beautiful music. - /My Heart Will Go On (kazoobie ver.)/ - /doesn’t know how to feel about that rendition, kinda conflicted./ LYN: That’s so weird. Why am I getting the feeling that I’ve wasted my money...? Why does it sound so bad?? Huh. LYN: /reads a comment telling him to play it with Dongbei flavor, does/ It works! LYN: I’m going to see if I can return it! XD This is too different from what I was imagining. I thought it would be hardcore or beautiful, either one. But it’s right in the middle. That’s my money, wasted. C: It still has to be kaka (kazoo). LYN: KaKa is still the best way to go. I didn’t know to cherish it when I had it, now I’ve already thrown it out. They’re only 6RMB apiece; just for entertainment.

LYN: But I really think I can make use of this somewhere! Let me think of what song it can work with... otherwise I will feel bad! I spent so much money and I wasn’t able to use it! I need to think of a song to make it worth it... I think this will work. - /starts playing 安妮/ LYN: Why are the lyrics in Korean?? -- LYN: Happy New Year, friends. In this new year, I hope that... good things happen! You’ve spent another year with me- when the clock strikes 12a that means you’ve spent the new year with me. I want you all to be happy every day and I only want you to gain happiness from the internet, too. I hope everyone has energy and improves at work and school as well, alright? Happy New Year. -- LYN: I know how to use it now. I’ve got it. Give me another chance. This time I’m sure it will be a match. - /安妮 (kazoobie ver.)/ LYN: This song seems to work, right? LYN: I was blowing on this side earlier.../poot/ I was supposed to blow over here (where the mouth hole is) /toot/. Now I know how to use this. Not only does it sound good, it’s also a little romantic. C: Your 600RMB was worth it. LYN: What are you saying?? I bought this for 600RMB MORE than what it’s worth! I didn’t but it for ONLY 600RMB.

LYN: I’m trying to think of another song that fits with this mood. Friends, help me think of an oldie. LYN: There’s one called- - /我是真的爱上你/ LYN: No, this one isn’t suitable. As I was singing I could already tell. - /tries anyway/

C: Goodness, what manner of instrument is that? LYN: I actually don’t know either, I just searched “large kazoo” on the internet. It’s alright- I’ve had my fun for tonight. In the next stream we’ll see if I have time to play around with it again. I just got it today, and wanted to show it off to you. It’s fine as long as we’re having fun, so I hope you are all happy. C: I haven’t heard enough. LYN: If that’s the case, then I will play another for you. Let move on into electronic music now. - /puts on his radio dj voice/ LYN: Usually when it’s past 12a is when bars are at their highest. Let’s get hyped for a little bit and then end for the day, alright? Let’s use our new product and see if we can pair it with EDM; we’ll see if it is acceptable. I hope everyone can take up your phones and dance together with me. Later when I say, “One, two, three, Go!” you all can rave with me. Alright? Let’s go. LYN: Hallo everybody, good night. I am your DJ Modern Brothers’ BROTHER. Wait- Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning. I have a nice song to bring to you tonight, I hope you all can dance along with me! - /Faded (kazoobie ver.)/ - /forgot to cue people/ LYN: I forgot. I got caught up in it myself and didn’t take you with me. That was my mistake. Let’s try that again, friends. - /take 2/

LYN: Alright, friends. It’s about time. Now let me say something. It’s been a long time since I last streamed, so I came today to stream a little in the hopes it brings you a little happiness. I didn’t really chat about much. Lately I’ve been immersed in the drama filming and haven’t had much time to stream at all. In the future if I have the time, I will definitely come to make it up to you, alright? It’s about time- I need to wash up and remove my makeup. I’ve got to get out of the house by 7am tomorrow. I hope you had a wonderful and relaxing night. It was great to have you, and I hope you had fun. Thank you to everyone who came to watch my stream, and if you still haven’t subscribed to my weibo yet, you can do so. It will let you know the next time I stream and you can come to watch. I hope my short two hour stream has brought you some happiness and if I did, that was my honor. Good night everyone! Do well at work or school tomorrow. Thank you for your company. Good night.

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(1:48:39)#zichuan passed censor and has got a (tentative) airdate for the end of the year!#almost got himself in hot water by saying acting is 'simple' loll #y'all ever seen a kazoobie before? well ur about to

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