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Fun fact: you can unlocked a new type of dread after hearing a distant train blow its horn a few times more than usual!
#the train goes by two times a week and always overnight#and tonight it was honking up a storm and my gut feeling was ‘oh no ‘#‘some sort of blockage on the tracks? boy i hope not but this area is residential as fuck’
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I agonized over which to pick because I just want to ask about all your fics in progress!! I narrowed it down to two and that's just going to have to be ok
the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending)
Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup
its very funny you pick those two because those like. two of the only three on that list that ISNT lord huron related lmao. those are both hatchetfield fics ive started in secret. regardless those are the main ones im working on right now SO
the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending) is a fic based on the ending of TGWDLM where like. you know how in the credits where Emma starts begging the audience for help? and like. you know how in TTO how the audience is also referred to by Bliklotep's title? soooo the fic is the ending but i throw him in the mix and ramp the already existing horror of "begging for help and being ignored a cheering crowd" by going "realizing said crowd has been treating your suffering and death as a source of amusement right before you die". only fun times in hatchetfield
"She stumbles to the edge of the stage. The stitches in her leg have come undone and there’s blood seeping through the bandage. That is real. Emma is real, and she needs to help right now."
Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup is a fic that takes place directly after the end of Yellow Jacket that focuses on Daniel and Sophia like. right after the ending. we dont really see them after the Otho fight and we still have no clue is Sophia is even ALIVE and also i miss them dearly. the fic mostly focuses on Daniel trying not to have a panic attack in Miss Retros because one friend is missing after almost dying and the other is in the hospital after also almost maybe dying and he doesn't really know what to do. Not a whole lot of plot it's mostly him trying to deal with that whole. mess. luckily he's got Miss Holloway and Duke to make things a bit easier (responsible adults? in MY hatchetfield? its honestly only these two but its better than nothing)
"He feels so stupid. Sophia is in the hospital and she might never wake up. Hannah is missing and could be kidnapped or dead or worse. And he’s just sitting here in a cozy diner with pancakes and orange juice, and Hannah’s Jacket but not Hannah and not Sophia."
#you're always welcome to ask again if you wanna see the other ones <- please god im desperate for attention#unfortunately. ive been infected by the alien blue shit (hatchetfield brain rot) sorry#slap my ass and call me paul matthews cause i dont even like musicals but. the silly horror comedy with a side of eldritch fuckery got me#and all the silly little characters got me too. hannah paul holloway duke ethan lex richie emma pete daniel sophia my beloveds#idk how but they managed to make an exact copy of me in 2017. hate his weeb ass (deeply agonized yet deeply affectionate)#i have lots of feelings on hatchetfield but i dont post about it much. or like at all lol#im actually almost done with the world is staged. like really close. just need to finish up the beginning and then clean it up#dani speaks#asks#ask#also fucking with the nmt2 timeline by making miss retros still a thing in yellow jacket despite it taking place after killer track#i want daniel and the kids to have some actual good adults in their life. my timeline now.#(god bless ethan is trying so hard but he is. not good at being responsible.)#i wanted to write about Sophia too but she's like. in a coma#if i ever get a burst of inspiration then i might write a second part following her waking up and being ok and getting panacakes with danie#(and dealing with hannah just. having left hatchetfield overnight without a word)#might be fun who knows
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Month 3, day 1
Once again, I haven't gone to bed yet, it's still the day I started working on this! :P
Still following the snowman tutorial, this time I had to do a bunch of troubleshooting with renders because even though the scarf is supposed to look all fuzzy now, it wasn't doing that, like, at all, even though I followed the tutorial steps down to the 100th decimal on settings. So that took an hour and I'm still not convinced it looks right, but I'll fuck with it tomorrow. ... "Tomorrow" meaning "sometime after I wake up" lol
#the great artscapade of 2024#art#my art#blender#blender 3d#blender render#cycles render#I think the main problem is a hardware difference#something about the way my computer (Mac) processes things must be different enough from the instructor (Windows) to make a difference#either that or I modeled the scarf all wrong and I'll have to redo it again... again lol#I think what I'll do is up the samples for a better image and let that run while I sleep#not that I think it'll take all night#this render only took... eight minutes? I think?#but I don't want to stay up any longer than I already have I have to get my sleep schedule back on track since I go back to work on Monday#so overnight rendering it shall be
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I'm convinced that kendrick actually made that 19 min long version of euphoria and has just been chopping it up for these insane drops
#I wake up. they both dropped tracks overnight.#I go to a friend's house. I spend half an hour infodumping about all of the drama to him bc I find it vv entertaining.#I drive back home. first thing I see when I set my laptop back up is that kdot dropped another fucking song#anyway I'm half joking about the chopping bc some of the bars are clearly about shit that's happened since euphoria#but maybe those are new additions and most of the verses were sketched out before 😭#music tag
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i may go to sleep soon
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poysonally I’m good in the vitamin d department. I’m judging this not by bloodwork, but by the fact that every time I take it, I get really spacey and depressed. and that’s, like, the opposite of what people usually expect out of it. taking it for an extended time does not resolve this effect, I just feel worse for longer. so I’m not sure what is wrong with me but it ain’t that.
#jk it could be my iron#my doc recommended a supplement because I’m not anemic but tests indicate my iron reserves are low/depleted#except that messes with my guts and gives me general nausea so. I do not take that every other like I’m supposed to.#maybe twice a week if I remember to keep track. better than none at all though#I’ve had regular periods of discoloration around my eyes/mouth since I was a teen#and someone said it’s probably iron bc they dealt with it. except taking the supplement also causes the discoloration to happen ???#like I SWEAR shortly after I take it the skin is visibly Darker#I need to try and keep up with it better. esp bc of how it absorbs it’s not gonna fix overnight
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wait, Derin how did your leaving make the hospital shut down?
I used to work as a live-in nanny for a pediatrician.
Now, the thing about hospitals in my country is that they are massively understaffed and massively underfunded. This is especially true outside the major cities. The staff are worked to the bone and receive little to no help in things like finding accommodation or childcare, making working in rural areas a very uninviting prospect; staff come out here, get lumped with the work of three people (because there's nobody else to do it), burn out under the workload and leave, meaning that those remaining have even more work because that person is gone. It's unsustainable and the medical staff are doing their best to sustain it, because people die if they don't, so to the higher-ups it looks like everything's getting done and therefore everything is fine.
My friend (and boss) worked one week on, one week off, swapping out with another pediatrician. This was necessary because it would not be physically possible for one person to handle the workload for longer periods of time. The one single pediatrician had to hold up the entire pediatrics ward, which was not only the only public hospital pediatrics ward in our town, but also the one that served all the towns around us for a few hours' drive in all directions. I regularly saw her go to work sick, aching, tired, or with a debilitating 'I can barely make words or see' level migraine, because if she took a day off, twenty children didn't get healthcare that day, and some of these kids' appointments were scheduled weeks in advance. She'd work long hours in the day and then be called in a couple of times overnight for an hour or two at a time (she was on-call at night too, because somebody had to be), and then go in the next day. Sometimes she would be forced to take a day off because she physically could not stay awake for longer than a few minutes at a time, meaning she couldn't drive to work.
Cue my niece's second birthday coming up in Melbourne. I'd been working for her for about 3 years, and she (and the hospital) had plenty of advance warning that I (and therefore she) needed one (1) Friday off. That's fine, we'll find someone to work that Friday, the hospital said. Right up until the last week where they're like "oh, we can't find a replacement; you can come in, can't you?"
No, she tells them; I don't have anyone to watch my kid that day.
Oh, surely you can hire a babysitter for this one day, they say. Think of the children! We really really need you to work that day. I know we said it'd be fine but we need you now, there's no one else to do it.
There are no other babysitters, she told them. Unless you can find one?
That's not our responsibility, they said.
But I'm not changing my plans, she's got plans by now as well, the hospital knew about this one day weeks in advance, and with absolutely no reserve staff they're forced to reschedule all pediatrics appointments for that Friday. Not a huge deal, it happens on the 'physically too overworked to get out of bed' days too. I go to Melbourne, she goes back to her home in Adelaide for her recovery week, all should be on track.
My niece gives me Covid.
This was way back in the first wave of the pandemic, and there were no Covid vaccines yet. The rules were isolate, mask up, hope. I had Covid in the house, and it would've been madness for my friend and her toddler to come back into the Covid house instead of staying in Adelaide. There was absolutely no way that a pediatrician could live with someone in quarantine due to Covid and go to work in the hospital with sick children every day. And no support existed for finding another babysitter, or temporary accommodation, so the hospital was down a pediatrician.
The other pediatrician wasn't available to do a three-week stint. They were also trapped in Adelaide on their well-earned week off.
Meaning that the only major pediatrics ward within a several-hour radius had no pediatricians. They had to shut down and send all urgent cases to Adelaide for the week. To the complete absence of surprise of any of the doctors or nurses; of course this would happen, this was bound to happen, it presumably keeps happening. But probably to the surprise of the higher-ups. After all, the hospital was doing fine, right? Of course all the staff were complaining of overwork and a lack of resources in every meeting, but they could always be fobbed off with the promise of more help sometime in the future; the work was mostly getting done, so the issue couldn't be too urgent.
It's not like some nanny who doesn't even work for the hospital could go out of town for a weekend for the first time in three years, and get the only public pediatrics ward in the area shut down for a week.
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carlos kissed her goodbye before she went to the rookie round table, he didn’t realise she’d come back with five ducklings of her own
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR
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user1: i have been moved
user2: more of this type of content please
user3: i think they could’ve gotten at least a couple of hours of footage here those kids love to talk
yourusername: not what i’ve been used to but a blast nonetheless!
kimiantonelli: you will be coming to all of the races, right?
kimiantonelli: right? please!
yourusername: yes, i will be there kimi don’t worry
kimiantonelli: omg yay!
user4: oh no… they’re attached…
user5: someone call carlos sainz, is he aware he’s become a father of five overnight?
carlossainz55: excuse me?
gabrielbortoleto: hi!
carlossainz55: no no no i don’t do all of this grid kid nonsense
isackhadjar: please don’t say that i have abandonment issues :(
carlossainz55: what ???
user6: bro sat back and watched charles adopt all the kids last season but now it’s his turn
user7: ollie is meant to be charles’ grid kid…
charles_leclerc: A ROBBERY?
carlossainz55: you can keep him !!!
olliebearman: you don’t want me 😢
yourusername: carlos don’t be mean to them!
carlossainz55: what the fuck is going on right now ???
user8: carlos left his gf for one 20 minute interview and now has kids ?
user9: ugh i’ve missed this chaos
jackdoohan: can we do all media with you @yourusername ?
yourusername: i don’t think so :(
jackdoohan: so not fair :(((((
jackdoohan: if we don’t have media with you can we at least come to dinner?
kimiantonelli: i’m free for dinner!
gabrielbortoleto: me too
isackhadjar: me three
olliebearman: can we get italian?
carlossainz55: nuh uh it’s date night tonight
kimiantonelli: *our date night
carlossainz55: no?
yourusername: come on carlos…
carlossainz55: fine! but just this one time
user10: it’s going to be a long season for mr sainz i fear
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yourusername: australia that’s a wrap on qualifying - a few surprises at both ends of the grid!
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user11: i am an old man who usually hates the fluffy stuff off of track but kimi going in for a hug in the media pen was very cute
user12: i think people forget just how young he is so it’s good he feels he has other people to go to in the paddock!
user13: his poor media handler looked very confused
olliebearman: can we definitely get dinner now :( talking to you in the media pen was probably the only good thing from today
yourusername: of course ollie! i know it was a tough day but you’ll get in the swing of it with the car
carlossainz55: i thought we were going to be able to shake them for dinner :(
olliebearman: CARLOS I AM IN DISTRESS PLEASE PAY FOR MY PASTA
yourusername: he clearly needs comfort!
carlossainz55: he doesn’t need comfort he’s trying to extort us
olliebearman: so you don’t love me enough to let me extort you?
carlossainz55: no?
user14: these rookies are cracking me up
user15: please strap them down in front of a camera and let them yap
gabrielbortoleto: did you see my save?
yourusername: i did! very impressive gabi
gabrielbortoleto: did you @carlossainz55 ?
maxverstappen1: so i mean nothing to you now?
gabrielbortoleto: NO! i love you max - did you see my save?
maxverstappen1: it was very impressive bubbles
carlossainz55: definitely not a ‘b grade’ driver
gabrielbortoleto: OMGGGG THANK YOU
maxverstappen1: i give up?
yourusername: i don’t really know what’s happening right now - but just go with it max, he still loves you he spoke at LENGTH about you to me just this morning
user16: these kids be attaching to anyone who looks at them
user17: they’re just like me for real
isackhadjar: looking forward to debriefing over garlic bread :D
yourusername: you were amazing today isack!
isackhadjar: hehehehehehehehe
carlossainz55: at least this one isn’t shouting at me
jackdoohan: what about me?
carlossainz55: you know what, you’ve bothered me the least so you’re my favourite
kimiantonelli: NOT FAIR
olliebearman: but i cycle?
gabrielbortoleto: but you liked my save?
isackhadjar: all i want is some garlic bread :(
yourusername: carlos! you can’t say one of them is your favourite - that’s not how kids work
carlossainz55: i never asked for this !!!
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carlossainz55: back in italy for imola and on a date with my favourite girl
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user18: carlos went to italy extra early so they could have dinner without the rookies intruding lmao
user19: bro is being haunted by five kids
user20: he’s better than me because i would crumble immediately
yourusername: no one else i’d rather be with
carlossainz55: i’ve missed being with you (just you)
yourusername: we’ve had just enough alone time i think
landonorris: gross
carlossainz55: not you too
landonorris: if you think about it i was technically your first kid…
carlossainz55: ONE NIGHT WITHOUT THIS NONSENSE PLEASE
user21: i think carlos might be losing his mind
alexalbon: oh he definitely is if his loud ramblings i can hear through the driver room walls
yourusername: i think he’s just like that?
carlossainz55: huh?
yourusername: you asked me on a date because you were talking to yourself loudly before our interview about ‘how pretty my smile is’
carlossainz55: my thoughts are loud!
carlossainz55: but in that instance i’m very glad they were screaming in my head
yourusername: i’m very glad too <3
user22: omg that’s such a cute/concerning meet cute
user23: the most carlos sainz thing ever i fear
kimiantonelli: i see our invite got lost in the mail?
olliebearman: and in kimi’s home country… that’s just cruel
carlossainz55: i would like ONE romantic night with the love of my life ALONE
carlossainz55: CAN I PLEASE HAVE THAT? I DON’T THINK I’M ASKING THAT MUCH
isackhadjar: you didn’t need to be that mean about it :(
kimiantonelli: i’m sorry, i just wanted to show you the best places in imola …
olliebearman: does this mean you don’t want to go cycling on thursday anymore?
jackdoohan: can i still go for coffee with y/n?
gabrielbortoleto: we just wanted to see you guys :(
yourusername: no my babies :((( we love you and of course we want to see you! we just need to have some alone time every once in a while
carlossainz55: y/n please stop feeding into this
carlossainz55: STOP SHOWING ME THE PHOTOS THEY’RE SENDING YOU OF THEIR SAD FACES
carlossainz55: FINE! WE’LL ALL GO FOR BREAKFAST TOMORROW NOW LET ME ENJOY MY NIGHT WITH Y/N
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gabrielbortoleto: that was a big one! i’m sorry to the team but i’m happy to say that i’ll be okay and will be back for the next race. thank you y/n and carlos for coming and keeping me company in the hospital!
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user24: okay i know we’ve all poked fun at the grid kid thing and how it’s so funny that carlos hates it but for real, i’m glad they were in the paddock and were able to be there for him
user25: that makes all the jokey stuff so much better honestly
yourusername: we’re so happy you’re all okay gabi!
gabrielbortoleto: thank you for coming! i know i’m a bit of a drama queen but my parents couldn’t come from brazil so thank you for not leaving me alone :)
gabrielbortoleto: can we have a ducky sleepover?
carlossainz55: a what?
gabrielbortoleto: y/n calls us her duckies! so a ducky sleepover would be all of us coming over (and getting ice cream)
yourusername: i think that’s an amazing idea
carlossainz55: okay, okay. but i am never calling you guys duckies.
yourusername: just you wait baby :)
user26: his radio just reminded me how young him and all the other rookies actually are
user27: i want to just wrap them all up in blankets and tell them it’s all going to be okay
user28: good thing they have y/n and carlos to do that
alexalbon: he won’t tell you this but he did run back to his drivers room to get gabi a jumper and a blanket, he’s a softy for them really
yourusername: that's my man 🥰
kimiantonelli: we’re the five duckies so please refrain from flipping into the barriers again please and thank you
yourusername: kimi?!
carlossainz55: that’s not how we word these things kimi
kimiantonelli: woah i’m trying to lighten the mood
olliebearman: everyone has been a real debby downer today - like three of us got points! (this is a joke, i am happy you’re okay gabi)
gabrielbortoleto: bring the mood back down, i’ve got some more things i want to get with my sympathy points
carlossainz55: gabi???
gabrielbortoleto: fernando taught me to take advantage of anything and everything
carlossainz55: that sounds about right…
user29: why is fernando still at the scene of the crime
kimiantonelli: he’s old! he won his last championship before i was born!
fernandoalo_oficial: @carlossainz55 control your kid
carlossainz55: excuse me? after what you’ve taught gabi?
fernandoalo_oficial: oh don’t act so innocent carlito - did isack or did isack not steal all of the goodies from the media pen because he MANIPULATED the comms girls
isackhadjar: i DID NO SUCH THING
isackhadjar: i am just a nice guy!
jackdoohan: he distracted them and i took them!
fernandoalo_oficial: scoundrels
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carlossainz55: as much as they’re annoying - i love our duckies and it’s going to take more than one DNF to turn me against them
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user30: oh wow he is a changed man
user31: i fear this is a real mark of maturity because believe me i’d be crashing the fuck out (pun intended)
user32: i mean now he’s seen it back he defo knows that it wasn’t really any one person’s fault
olliebearman: I’M SO SORRY CARLOS
olliebearman: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME
kimiantonelli: what about me ????
olliebearman: you are NOT the priority here
kimiantonelli: we have a ship name ??? does that mean nothing?
olliebearman: not right now? not when our cycling sessions are on the line?
carlossainz55: are you guys finished arguing now?
olliebearman: can you forgive me now so we can get back to arguing
carlossainz55: i told you guys there’s no hard feelings, we all got squeezed in the rain - stop stressing
olliebearman: okay thanks
kimiantonelli: thx
kimiantonelli: anyway
kimiantonelli: HOW DARE YOU NOT WANT MY FORGIVENESS FIRST?
olliebearman: omg you’re so self-involved
jackdoohan: you gonna let him say that kimi?
kimiantonelli: ME? SELF-INVOLVED?
isackhadjar: ollie i can hear him bitching from here…
olliebearman: GASP!
gabrielbortoleto: kimi… clearly he doesn’t care about the sanctity of bearnelli
kimiantonelli: i can’t believe this 😖
yourusername: right okay let’s calm it down boys
carlossainz55: no this is quite entertaining let them keep going …
yourusername: so you are the bad influence
carlossainz55: if we have to keep them around i might as well enjoy it
yourusername: really?
carlossainz55: the longer they argue and instigate, the less they are bothering us and i can actually spend time with my girlfriend
user33: this whole comment section is just one big familial domestic
user34: they are everything to me
user35: carlos can never retire now i’m sorry those are the rules
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yourusername: omg all five of our duckies scored points and carlos was on the pdoium this weekend at silverstone!!! what an anniversary weekend, and our duckies remembered!
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user36: THE DUCKIES
user37: i don’t care how dumb the nickname is i love it so much
user38: free yourself from thinking everything is cringe
jackdoohan: so since you’re from silverstone, can we claim this as a home race so we can all say got points at home
yourusername: i’ve seen shakier logic from oscar so i’ll say yes!
oscarpiastri: RUDE
kimiantonelli: he’s just bitter because no one cares about his lil grid kid stunt in monaco anymore now we have y/n and carlos
oscarpiastri: omg ??? leave me alone
olliebearman: come say that to our faces 😡
jackdoohan: he won’t we out number him
iscakhadjar: 💪
oscarpiastri: you people are all like rabid dogs
carlossainz55: watch what you say about the duckies
oscarpiastri: this is crazy, you were the one who was constantly complaining about them
carlossainz55: yes well now i like them! and i don’t appreciate your tone
oscarpiastri: why weren’t you this nice to me as a rookie?
carlossainz55: eh?
gabrielbortoleto: he just likes us better!
carlossainz55: he’s not wrong…
oscarpiastri: fine! charles is a better grid dad anyway
oscarpiastri: and while we’re at it i’m gonna claim max as well
charles_leclerc: yeah i never complained about oscar, i took him in immediately!
maxverstappen1: i don’t know how i got roped into this but yeah - we’re better!
user39: you know what? sure
user40: i stopped asking questions a long time ago
user41: they got them gifts for their anniversary? that’s too fucking cute i can’t
user42: duckies you are so iconic
carlossainz55: i guess the duckies are good for one thing - gifts
yourusername: it’s definitely a perk!
carlossainz55: but i’ll deal with all of their chaos if it means being with you
yourusername: awwwww i love you too
yourusername: so much we have five kids before being married…
carlossainz55: is this a hint?
yourusername: i don’t know you tell me?
kimiantonelli: PLEASE DON’T PROPOSAL WITHOUT US THERE
jackdoohan: that is a threat
olliebearman: bagsy being a bridesmaid
isackhadjar: i know someone who can get you the eiffel tower?
gabrielbortoleto: omg my first wedding party !!!
carlossainz55: let’s all slow down for a second - i will propose but you little devils will not be involved…
yourusername: but they’re so cute 😢
carlossainz55: maybe… but only because i love you
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note: kinda on fire today? i will be crashing in like two hours so i had to be productive while i could be
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 x you#f1 social media au#f1#carlos sainz instagram edit#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz f1#carlos sainz#carlos sainz social media au#kimi antonelli#gabriel bortoleto#jack doohan#ollie bearman#isack hadjar
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Yandere!Grim Reaper
Male Yandere x Bimbo Fem!Reader || possible light dub/noncon, jerking off, fingering, sex toys, stalking, voyeurism.
A Grim Reaper has been following you around since childhood, bringing you back to life every time you die. But one foolish mistake has him finally revealing himself to you
Yandere!Grim Reaper first met you when the two of you were young. He was only a fledgling Reaper and you were actually his first job. He had been watching you all day, watching you float through life so utterly clueless about everything around you. It was cute… and it would be your demise.
While playing out in the yard you accidentally throw your ball too hard and it rolls onto the road. Like a brainless little pup you go prancing right off the sidewalk, completely unaware of the car zooming down the street.
Seeing you so sweet and happy one minute and now seeing your soul slowly float out of your body causes something to churn in his stomach, his frown deepening. This wasn’t right, you were only his age. There was so much life to live.
So before your soul can completely detach from your form he rushes over and just kinda… pushes it back in. His head jerking from side-to-side as if someone was around to catch him.
Of course, the minute you pop back up, completely ignoring the frantic shouts of the driver, you get up and grab your ball like nothing even happened. Assuring the driver and heading back into the yard to play. He stares after you with his mouth agape.
What was he going to do now? He had broken the rules for you. Did the unthinkable. Now he had other jobs to do, but you were kinda… dumb. He couldn’t just leave you, you’d surely stumble onto another accident soon with how you were going about. No, he had to stay with you. Watch over you and keep you safe. That was his new job.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he may have felt physically unable to leave your side. The thought of not seeing you so joyful and full of life every day creating an unbearable ache in his chest. He needed you as much as you needed him.
And it’s a good thing he stayed too, his previous statement coming true as over the years, now well into your college career, you stumble upon accident after accident. Where he’d have to come over and slam your soul back into your body before you went on without a care. That’s how he liked you after all.
He’d lost track of how many times you’ve technically died. You were a regular at your closest hospital, friends with all the staff. A medical marvel they called you. None of them knowing it was because of him— because of how much he loved you even from the very first day you met. But you have seemed to take the nickname seriously, somehow growing more reckless with your life.
You thought yourself invincible. And perhaps in someway you were. He would not allow you to die and in fact, he may never.
But even he has a limit.
He stands in the corner of your bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest. Watching you intently as he always does while you prepare yourself for a nice soothing bath. He had to watch you. Danger could be lurking behind every corner, especially when it came to you.
So he didn’t exactly have a choice but to watch you in your dorm every day. It not being his fault his cock gets so hard every time, never able to resist fucking himself to the sight of you changing. Or keeping watch of you overnight as you sink your toys deep into your dripping cunt and he finds himself rutting against your bed in time with your thrusts, hovering over you. So close yet so far.
And even something like this now, watching you take a hot bath, was not uncommon for him. Hey, if he could slip in to take a shower with you every morning then watching you bathe was nothin’. It didn’t matter if you never have a clue he’s there, he’s just doing it to protect you after all. A silent observer.
You walk back into the bathroom and he perks up, spine straightening against the wall as you’re already shucking off your clothes. Throwing them carelessly across the tiled floor. Saliva pools in his mouth as you reveal your soft curvy body to him, yes, to him, with a painful slowness. Almost like you’re trying to tease him, torture him with what he desires most.
He pushes off the wall, hovering close to you as you throw your shirt off and reveal your drool-worthy breasts to him. And he has drooled. He’ll probably do it again. Maybe right now. Fuck, he wants to suck on your tits so bad. He shifts uncomfortably, his cock straining against its confines even in his loose-fitting robes.
It’s so easy to get lost in you and that sexy ass body, but when a smile that promises trouble lights up your face, it quickly snaps him out of his trance. He knows that look. He’s seen it every time just before you do something stupid and he has to bring you back to life.
You spin around and rush back into your room. He groans at the way your ass jiggles as you run, a shiver rolling through his body and making his cock twitch. Though he swears it instantly begins to deflate as you come waltzing back in with your electronic vibrator wand and its charger.
You’re not serious, are you? You not actually going to do this.
Though you quickly prove him wrong as you take a step into the tub, an excited giggle leaving you that nearly distracts him. Shaking his head to refocus, his brows furrow and his hands clench at their sides. This may just be a new low, even for you. No, he can’t let this happen, this is where he draws the line.
An idea so wicked forms in his head he almost banishes it. A smirk spreads across his lips and he knows it’s not going away. It’s time, he deserves this. And it’s the best way to protect you, he’s sure of it. This way he can keep you even more closely by his side. You won’t be able to get away from him for a minute. That thought is all the motivation he needs.
So as you bend over, oh so erotically, to plug in your vibrator wand, his hand snaps out to catch your wrist in his grip. Touching you, really touching you, for the first time. His cold dead heart flutters. You try and jerk back on instinct, a gasp pulling from deep within your chest. Your wide eyes snap up to meet his as he finally reveals himself to you. His smirk only widens at your reaction as if so utterly pleased with himself.
“Why don’t you let me take care of ya this time ‘round, yeah, little pup?”
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Hate and Love | F.W
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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
Summary: in the mission of transporting Harry safely to the Burrow, you and Fred get thrown off-track as his broom breaks, resulting in an overnight detour at a hotel.
Warnings/content: minors DNI 18+, halfblood!reader, One Bed Trope, enemies to lovers, boner!alert, oral!freceiving, p in v, grumpy x sunshine (if u squint), raw penetration (wrap it plz), cumming inside, orgasm denial, fluffy ending, fighting death eaters, dom!fred, sub!reader
Wordcount: 5.8k
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You stood near the wall, arms crossed, in the house of number four Privet Drive, the place where it all began for one of your closest friends, Harry Potter. The group of you were gathered in the empty living room, discussing the highly dangerous plan of transporting Harry safely to the Burrow.
Beside you stood the twins, listening intently as Mad-Eye Moody instructed orders.
Seven of them had just taken polyjuice potion, resulting in seven 'Harry's', all in accordance with Moody's plan.
“Right then, we’ll be pairing off. Each ‘Potter’ will have a protector and to make it simpler for you, I'll choose the pairs.” His mismatched eyes scanned the group, assigning pairs, and an aggravating pit settled in your stomach once Moody called out your name, “Y/N, you're with Fred.”
Your head snapped toward Fred, who groaned audibly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He muttered, but George nudged him softly, urging him to be tolerable while they changed out of their regular clothes.
“Yeah yeah, happy to be paired up with you too.” you rolled your eyes, the sarcasm in your tone apparent.
Fred and you had never gotten along. Since your days at Hogwarts, the two of you had been like oil and water—always at odds. He thought you were too uptight, too rule-abiding, while you found him utterly insufferable, reckless, and far too smug for his own good.
But for Harry, you’d endure today. He'd done a great deal to help you throughout your years at Hogwarts, so it was only fair of you to return the favour.
“Head for the Burrows, we’ll rendezvous there!” Moody finished. The room stirred with movement as everyone prepared for what was to come.
Outside, the night air was cool as you mounted Fred’s broom behind him. The scent of his cologne, something warm and woodsy, hit your nose, and you hated that you thought it smelled decent, inhaling a bit more. You hesitated for a moment before wrapping your arms around his waist, well, 'Harry's' waist.
Fred stiffened slightly at your touch, “Don’t get too comfortable back there.”
“Oh, believe me, I won’t.”
Before you could snap back another remark, he kicked off into the sky, soaring above London, splitting up from the others.
Everything was eerily silent for a few moments. The flight seemed too smooth for your liking. You kept an alert eye, constantly scanning your surroundings.
You caught a shadow in the corner of your eye, and you whipped your head around, squinting your eyes at the figure in the dark.
"What the..." You muttered.
"Fred go faster...." You ordered, losing sight of the shadowy figure.
"Why don't you come fly the broom then." He retorted, clearly annoyed.
"Fred! I"m serious!" You yelled, gripping his waist tighter, as he exhaled before picking up the pace.
"In case you forgot, I need to be able to breathe to fly this thing properly." He grunted as you practically squeezed every breath out of him.
"Right, sorry," You loosened your grip ever so slightly, "...it's just, I swear I saw something."
You turned around again, catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure. The shadow was no longer a mystery figure but a person, or, three people rather.
Death Eaters.
"Oh shit! Fred! They're here!" You took your wand out and began fighting with them.
Spells shot through the night, streaks of green and blue illuminating the sky like a twisted fireworks display. The death eaters had appeared out of nowhere, zooming in, attacking viciously as they trailed behind you on their brooms.
“They’re following us!” you shouted over the wind, turning back around to gauge Fred.
“Oh, really? Thought we were just out for a lovely evening flight,” he shot back sarcastically, dodging a hex just in time.
You rolled your eyes but focused on firing spells behind you, hitting one death eater square in the chest and sending him spiralling downward.
"Stupefy!" You shouted, casting the second death eater off his broom. Two down, one to go.
Just as you felt a moment of victory, another spell whizzed past, striking the broom.
The wood splintered with a sickening crack. "Uhh, Fred?" You called out, glancing at the broom.
“Hold on—” Fred barely got the words out before the broom snapped completely, and the two of you plummeted toward the Thames River.
You hit the water hard, the impact knocking the wind out of you. You kicked frantically, breaking the surface and gasping for air. The coolness of the water had your body in shock, shivering as you forced yourself to stay afloat.
Fred emerged a second later, coughing.
Glancing above, you saw the third death eater laughing maliciously as he flew off, leaving you and Fred. He must've figured it wasn't the real Harry, given that you called him 'Fred'.
“Great! Look what you’ve done!” you accused, treading water furiously.
“What I’ve done?! That was you—you were supposed to be fighting them off!” he retorted, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. He had transformed back into his original self, the fiery redhead Fred you knew.
You groaned, swimming toward the embankment where a set of stone stairs led to dry land. Your fingers were frozen as you pulled yourself up, collapsing onto the pavement. Fred followed, shaking out his drenched hair like a dog.
“Brilliant. Just brilliant,” you muttered, clutching one-half of the broken broom while he had the other. “Now how are we supposed to get to the others?”
Fred sighed, pushing his hair back. “Let’s just go somewhere dry first.”
You nodded begrudgingly, too cold and exhausted to argue.
When you emerged from the river, it was given that pedestrians would stare at the two of you strangely. Swimming in the Thames River wasn't exactly the most normal thing to do, let alone at this hour.
Though, in this particular instance, more of them were starring at you, rather than Fred.
Fred cleared his throat, eyes darting down to your chest then back up before averting his eyes immediately.
You furrowed your brows, glancing down, only to remember that you were wearing a white shirt along with the worst possible undergarment to pair with it, a black bra.
You felt your cheeks heat up, as you covered your chest, "Let's just go..."
Fred shook his head, taking off the grey jacket he wore and putting it over you, "Here."
Though still wet, it offered the coverage you much needed and you were entirely grateful. "Thanks." You muttered softly, as you two began walking.
"Figured you wouldn't want to walk around flashing the whole of London."
The two of you walked in silence as you tried to figure out a way to get to the others. “We can apparate—” he started.
“Absolutely not. There are muggles everywhere,” you snapped, nodding to the late-night pedestrians strolling along the streets.
Fred scoffed, shooting you an eye-roll. “Alright, Professor McGonagall.”
You ignored him, scanning the area. A small, dingy-looking hotel caught your eye. Without another word, you trudged toward it, Fred trailing behind. The receptionist, a bored-looking woman in her mid 40s, barely glanced up as you approached the desk.
The hotel looked cheap enough for an overnight stay. All you needed to do was clear your mind and get a good night's rest before figuring things out in the morning; yes, that sounded ideal to you right this moment.
“Two rooms, please,” you said firmly.
She tapped at the keyboard, chewing on some gum as she did so. “We’re fully booked.”
Your heart sank. “What about one room? With two beds?”
"Sorry, we're full." She continued typing, then clicking on the mouse as she looked around the screen, "It's peak season honey, we're always maxed out."
"Please you've got to have at least one room, with two beds, anything?" You pleaded, desperate for whatever you could acquire.
"We'll take whatever we can get, you've got to have something." Fred added, backing you up as he stood closer to you.
She checked again, then looked at you, eyes lighting up. “Ah, it seems that we do have one left with two beds, but the heating is broken, that's why we didn't offer it to customers. Actually, I was supposed to call the maintenance guy, but he's my ex, you see, so it's a bit of a rough story. I always thought he loved me, you know, how could someone not, I mean look at me? I'm gorgeous. He was supposed to come by today but we—”
"We'll take it!" Fred interjected swiftly, clearly exhausted. "Thank you."
Relief flooded you as you he paid with muggle money. You were surprised he even had some on hand, but after all, he was a businessman.
"Interesting, all this muggle stuff eh?" Fred mused, as you both entered the lift, his eyes darting around as he observed his surroundings.
"I suppose so, yeah. I guess I was lucky enough to be born a half-blood, you get the best of both worlds." You shrugged, as though hotels and 'muggle elevators' were the most natural thing in the world.
"Alright then, you lead the way, Ms expert." He mocked, gesturing for you to lead the way once the doors opened.
You scoff softly, marching down the hallway before finding your room number. Fred reaches seconds after you, looping his arm around your body to swipe the keycard.
He placed an arm on the door to open it, letting you in first before closing it after he entered.
But the moment you entered the room, your jaw dropped.
One bed.
“What? She said there were two beds.” You blinked, looking around the room in confusion.
“She must’ve meant the couch,” Fred said, nodding toward the small, lumpy-looking couch a few inches beside the bed, by the window.
You swallowed, “Right, well, who's sleeping where?” Honestly, at this point, you didn't even mind taking the couch, as long as you could get some rest.
Fred's eyes darted from the bed to the couch, exhaling exasperatedly before finally looking at you, "I'll take the couch."
"I didn't know Fred Weasley had manners?" You gasped, faking your amusement.
He shot you a glare, grabbing a towel as he did so, "Could you be any more aggravating?"
You tried to think of a witty comeback, something, anything to get a reaction out of him. But alas, you were lost for words. He did have a point though.
Come to think about it, you realised that you might've only been behaving this way because you were not used to him being so much of a...gentleman. This was foreign to you.
"I'll have the first shower." He shifts past you, nudging your shoulder, which sends heat through your bodies temporarily.
“Be my guest.”
You hear the lock shut, and seconds later, the water starts running.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, you took in your surroundings. This was no five-star hotel, but it was presentable and decent enough for an overnight stay. The walls are dark grey, with ambient lighting all around the room. Navy blue sheets grace the double bed, with a soft brown leather footer in contrast. There is a tea tray and a kettle, on top of the dark brown desk that sat in the corner of the room.
Minutes later, the door clicks and unlocks.
Fred steps out, a white towel hanging around his waist. His hair is wet, and his body glistening with water droplets. Your eyes couldn't help but drift down, his body was incredible defined, a stark contrast to your school days when he was merely a boy, now, he was a man.
Oh, he definitely works out. You noticed his arms, much larger and buffer than they used to be.
"All yours." He jerked his chin to the bathroom.
You gulped, brushing past him before hurriedly entering the bathroom and locking the door.
Wow, since when did Fred Weasley get so, attractive?
The hot water was a blessing, washing away the cold. You stood under the steamy shower for a couple of minutes, taking in as much warmth as you could.
With no new clothes to change into, you wrapped yourself in the plush hotel bathrobe, sighing in frustration. It appears there was only a kids sized one left, and you had no choice but to wear it. Whatever, it’ll do the job for tonight.
You hung your wet clothes on one of the bathroom racks, and you saw that Fred did the same, you placed your clothes beside his.
You were humming to yourself when you stepped out, relieved to be in some dry clothes, dancing a little as you strolled to the bed.
When he heard you walking, Fred glanced up, something flickering in his expression, though you're not quite sure what.
“That bathrobe is way too small for you." He remarks, laying with his legs out on the couch, two arms behind his head as he rests.
"What was I supposed to do, wear my wet clothes to sleep?" You respond as you hop into bed, tugging the covers and snuggling in.
"It could be an enlightening experience." He hummed, as he shut his eyes, adjusting himself on the couch.
"You try it then." You counter, scoffing at his idiocy.
The curtains are drawn, and the lights are dim. Silence fills the room as you both unwind for the evening. Before you shut the lights from the switch beside your bed, you call out, "I'm going to off the lights now, need anything before I turn them off?"
"Yeah actually..." He perks his head up, turning to face you.
"What?" You ask, listening keenly.
"For you to be quiet." A small smile played on his lips as he laid back down.
You rolled your eyes, before hitting the lights.
"Good night." He cooed.
You lay there, tossing and turning, but you couldn't seem to fall asleep for the life of you. It didn't help that the room was so cold, due to the heater being unfixed.
Minutes passed in silence before you turned your head slightly. Fred was stretched out on the tiny couch, his long legs dangling uncomfortably over the armrest.
It was evident that he was way too tall to fit on all that, he did not look the slightest bit comfortable.
“See something you like?” Fred smirked, feeling your stare though his eyes were shut.
“What? No! I was just—”
��Just what? Admiring this handsome face?”
"Honestly Fred, how conceited are you?" You sat up now, shooting daggers at him. As much as you hated to admit it, he was, in fact, handsome. Annoyingly so.
Truth be told, had he not been so irritating, you might've actually considered dating him.
You loved the Weasleys, Ginny was like a sister to you, Ron, your close friend, George, always on the lookout for you. He even took you down to Hogsmeade for a meal and bought you treats when you cried over one of the Slytherin boys rejecting you back in your fourth year.
But Fred, oh Fred, you could never see eye to eye with him. You only ever tolerated him because his family was so warm and welcoming.
A tiny part of you felt guilty that he was forced onto the couch, despite being the one that paid for the room.
You wanted to offer the place beside you to him, seeing that the bed was larger than anticipated once you were actually tucked in.
"Well you are staring, something you need?" He countered, his eyes are still shut, arms still behind his head.
"Well, I was thinking...." You hesitated, "well, you could sleep on the bed. It's actually more spacious than I thought."
His brows shot up, and he opened his eyes, turning to face you. “In the bed? With you?”
“Don’t make it weird, Fred,” you huffed. “The couch looks uncomfortable.”
"Are you, being nice to me?" He teased, the urge to take back your offer growing stronger.
"Don't make me change my mind, Weasley."
After a beat, he groaned. “Fine. But don’t hog the covers.”
"Please I sleep like a log, it's not like I'm going to cuddle you or anything."
"Cuddle me eh?" He mused.
"Not bloody likely, besides you're too annoying to be my type." You retort.
Fred stood up, walking to the other side of the bed. He slid in beside you, and the bed suddenly felt too small. You kept your back to him, but quickly got up and put one of the spare pillows between you.
"See this line? Don't cross it and you're good." You commanded, and he chuckled lightly,
"Alright alright." He raised in hands.
You turned away from him, back to him as you attempted to fall asleep. You hadn't realised how far you were from him, you were practically tipping over the edge of the bed.
You scooted inside a little, bumping into the pillow wall you put.
After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning, you sighed in defeat. The room was cold, and the blankets were not much help.
You couldn't help but wonder if you were the only one awake. You extended your arm behind you, trying to find the pillow 'wall' you had put up. But with all the tossing and turning from the two of you, the pillow must've slipped out of place and down the lower half of the bed somewhere.
As you extended your arm behind you, you accidentally came into contact with Fred's back, and he shifted slightly before turning to face you instead.
It's dark, almost pitch black, but with the small glimmer of light, you can see that his eyes are shut. Curious you called out, "Fred?" you whispered. "Are you awake?"
"I am now, no thanks to you." He fluttered his eyes open, facing you.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to see if—"
"Don't be." He sighed, "Couldn't sleep a wink either. This room is bloody cold."
"The blankets aren't doing anything." You exhaled, agreeing, before an idea popped into you head.
"This might sound silly, but, if we revert back to old fashioned methods, we could, um—actually it's stupid, nevermind." You began, but quickly dismissed it.
"Go on, I'd like to hear what genius solution you've come up with."
"It's dumb, I don't think you'll like it."
"Try me." He replied.
You hesitated again before suggesting, “We could—uh—use body heat.”
He stared at you momentarily, it looked as though he thought about it, considering it before responding, “Absolutely not.”
"Okay, whatever, I just thought it was a feasible option. These robes aren't exactly pyjama material either." You say, trying to tighten your robes, with the hopes of warming up your body.
You both fell into silence again your back facing him once more, before Fred spoke up, "Come here."
"What?" You turned around.
"I suppose, we could try the body heat thing."
"Oh so now you want to try my idea?" You raise your brow, scoffing as you shift over slowly, and he extended his arm, pulling you in.
"Don't get any ideas, I just need to sleep and call it a day." You firmly spoke, pressing your back to him, as he faced you. You felt his heat, no doubt, it was working, and you were starting to warm up. In all the places apparently, your cheeks, and an area of yours down there. Your heart pounded as his hand rested against your back, his breath tickling your ear.
"Let's do shoulder-to-shoulder." You suggested, trying to hide your flustered-ness.
He didn't argue, respecting your decision. The two of you lay there, facing the ceiling as your shoulders touched. Though not as warm as before, it was still warmer at least.
You turned your head, Fred's face illuminated by the dim light coming through from the curtains, his jawline ever so chiselled. Merlin, he was undoubtedly a handsome chap. You shut your eyes, trying, yet again to enter a slumber.
As you laid there, eyes shut, Fred opened his, gauging you. He smiled softly as he took in your features, rolling his eyes fondly as he saw you breathing slowly.
You swore you were about to cast some sort of sleeping spell, because you still could not fall asleep for the life of you. You keep moving, accidentally brushing against Fred's body countless times but you couldn't help it, you needed to find a comfortable position.
You move your arm around the blanket, trying to find a comfortable position for yourself until you accidentally graze something, unexpected.
You freeze.
Did you actually just graze that?
Was he....?
You slowly turned to face him, your body merely an inch away from his. You see him shut his eyes, heavily breathing, his Adam's apple bopping up and down from swallowing hard.
"Would you quit moving so much?" He whispered, trying to contain himself.
"I....Fred, I didn't mean to." You pause. "You're still awake?"
"10 points to Y/H (your house), captain obvious."
You furrow your brows, turning on the bedside lamp which offered the tiniest bit of ambient light in the dark room.
Your gaze flickered down, and well, you saw, a little friend poking up from the sheets beneath him.
"Is that, because of m—" You swallowed not daring to finish the sentence, looking at his hard on. "I'm sorry shouldn't have moved so much."
"Alright, it's okay, it's not a big deal, so what it's normal right. I didn't mean to accidentally keep grazing or grinding on you, I was merely trying to find a comfortable position. Listen, I'm not weirded out or anything, you can go sort it out. Who am I to judge? This time tomorrow we'll all be at the burrow and I'll be sharing a room with Ginny and 'Mione, so it's fine, we can—" You began ranting out of nervousness, but Fred had enough, opening his eyes to sit up with you,
"Merlin, Y/N. Ranting like you're so innocent, moving around like that? On me?" He leans in closer, growling, "I bet you'd really want to know what got me provoked in the first place, yeah?"
You gulped, inspecting his features as he leaned in closer to you, now an inch apart, "You aggravate me, pushing my damn buttons all the bloody time. Maybe if you weren't such a whiny brat complaining about everything, I would've fucked you an hour ago till you were silenced.” He ranted before continuing,
“You want to know what got me so hard? You waltzing around in those darn bathrobes that are far too small, exposing every inch of your body, your cleavage is practically begging to be seen. I can't keep my fucking eyes off you. Ever since Hogwarts, it was always you, grating on my last nerves. I thought I hated you so, until I realised that there was a fine line between hate and attraction."
"Fred..." your eyelids flutter; how did his voice get so low and sensual? You could feel yourself throbbing, growing wetter by the minute, and you found yourself growing more needy for him.
"Bloody hell Y/N, you've got me wrapped around the irritating finger of yours."
"Just shut up and kiss me Fred." You breathlessly whisper, not realising that you'd been holding your breath the entire time.
After waiting for what seemed like forever, he wasted no time pouncing on you. His hand is behind your neck and he pushes you down onto the bed, hovering on top of you.
Fred's lips meet yours furiously, desperately, never in your life has someone kissed you this passionately before. You open your mouth, and he slides his tongue in, a desirous clash of tongues. He savours every inch of your mouth and it makes you wonder how long he's been wanting to do this for.
"May I?" He asks for permission as he tugs at the belt of your bathrobe.
You nod, too breathless to speak as you gaze up at him. Fred undoes your robes, leaving you clothe-less on the bed. He does the same, kneeling between your legs which are spread open and on either side of his waist. You subconsciously give him doe-eyes as he does so, merlin, he looked so deliciously attractive.
"So fucking beautiful, all this hidden from me all these years?" He leans down and gently kisses your neck while gripping your waist, sucking on a sensitive spot which earns a moan from you.
"Going to leave hickey's on you so everyone knows you're mine gorgeous."
"Who said I was yours?" Every so daring you retort, though you lacked conviction.
He chuckled lowly before sucking on another sensitive spot, leaving a reddish mark on you, "Fred..." you moan again. His kisses grow more wet and fervent as he plants kisses trailing down your body. His hands move from your waist to your breasts, massaging them gently as he continues further down your body.
You're barely able to control the obscene moans slipping from your mouth, any attempts at suppressing them growing more difficult by the second. You didn't even care that people around you might hear.
"You're soaking wet, and yet you say you're not mine." Fred cooed, his eyes glued to your heat, coated with glistening wetness.
You revel in the fact that he can barely take his eyes off you, you glance at him, eyes half-lidded, clouded with lust. Once he catches sight of your lustful eyes, desperate for him, he can't tear his gaze away from you. He slowly leans down, sensually licking your coated slick.
Your sensitive cunt throbs even harder upon the contact from his tongue, "Fred please..." You whine, throwing your head back onto the pillow.
He traces the shape of your vulva, pressing kitten licks on your needy clit, causing your legs to clamp around his head. He doesn't break eye-contact, as he continues to work his mouth around your core.
He continues sucking your clit, his tongue working his way on your swollen pearl.
You tangle your hands in his head, tugging lightly. Your body can't help but arch into his face due to the overwhelming pleasure, as he continues indulging in your cunt. "Merlin Fred!" You cry out as he suckles on a particularly sensitive spot.
"You taste so damn good love, so sweet unlike that bitter mouth, hm?"
"I'm yours Fred....all yours..." You whimper, succumbing to his words.
"Say that again." His voice low, commanding, you could feel the heat from his mouth near your throbbing cunt.
"I'm yours, Fred." You moan, as he continues straight into your core.
The feeling is heavenly, both hands tangled in his red locks as he gives you the most pleasant head you've ever felt in your life. Once he stops assaulting your clit, he lifts his head and faces you, his eyes smiling up at you, as though you are the most beautiful person he's ever seen.
Oh, you're so close, tilting over the edge of something mind-blowing. He leans down and gives your clit a few more kitten licks, planting soft kisses before pulling away, just as you were about to cum.
"Don't stop," you whimper, "I was so close...."
"Fred?" You plead, again, but he sits up and crawls to you, now hovering over you his hands on either side of your head. "Please let me cum...."
"You will, darling." He cooes, leaning down to your ear, "Around my cock."
You felt yourself throbbing yet again, upon his words. What the hell was he doing to you, causing you to feel this weak beneath him? This powerless? Your sharp, witty tongue, nowhere in sight.
"Please Fred, I need you." You whine, begging him for more.
"What ever happened to, 'I despise you'?" He hovered over you and you sat up, meeting his lips. Giving him a passionate, hungry kiss before pulling away,
"There is a fine line between hate and love, and I think today I've learnt that you've been sitting in the wrong category all along."
He smiled, brushing a hand on your cheek as he gazed down at you lovingly, "Took me so long to realise that you're the only person I've ever felt something with."
"Took us bloody ages." You roll your eyes fondly, before giggling as he pecked your forehead gently.
You gazed up at him with doe-eyes, and him down at you, to your lips then back up, his mouth parted slightly as he took in how breathtaking you looked beneath him. Shit, you were always beautiful to him, he'd only now realised.
"Need you inside me Fred." You plead softly, desperately, which only fuelled his desire for you even more.
"Anything for you, love."
You never thought you'd admit it, but he has a fucking incredible dick. You assumed he'd be packing because he was 6"3, but the sight of it made you drool. Bloody hell, he had every right to be so smug.
His slit was already leaking with precum, his eyes lock onto yours as he lowers himself. Your legs are still on each side of his waist, he grabs his dick and teases it along your wet entrance, sliding it a few times to coat it with your slickness.
You involuntarily buck your hips, desperate for penetration as you whimper. He slowly lowers himself down, and finally into you.
At first, you hiss at the pain upon being stretched out by his hugeness, you could feel him stretching your walls, registering that fact that he was fully inside you now.
"Fuck...." he moans, letting out a groan, "So tight for me hm?"
"Freddie...." You moan as he begins moving, rocking his hips slowly. You get used to the size of him, filling you to the brim, every slight bit of movement causing your walls to tense around his dick, rubbing within you sensually.
"I know baby, I know." He responds softly, continuing at this pace.
With every rock, his breathing increases, your soft pleas and his eager pants filling the room as he speeds up, going faster and harder.
Your moans start to get louder, getting more deafening by the minute. Fred leans down to plant kisses on your neck, and pecking your lips occasionally, you moan into him as he drives himself further into your core.
"You're doing so well baby." He coos into your ear, murmuring praises as he continues to thrust into you.
Fred doesn't stop pounding into you, you move your hands to his back, your nails practically digging into his skin from the pleasure.
Skin slapping against skin, you feel every jolt of his body into you. He's fucking you so gently but hard at the same time, treating you as though you were the most fragile thing on the planet.
"Baby..." You whimper, eyes fluttering shut, as he continues thrusting into you deeply, you are overwhelmed with so much pressure that you might cry, but it just felt so damn pleasurable.
"I'm getting close Fred." You pant, breathing heavily, as he picks up his pace.
"Look at me." He demands, and you open your eyes, gazing into his hazel ones. For once, they aren't filled with irritation, or the usual annoyance you were used to seeing, they were more gentle, admiring you, it was a look of love.
"Fred, I'm so close!" You cry out, feeling an orgasm coming closer, "I'm gonna—" you can barely finish your sentence, the pressure. on your g-spot and the intense penetration becoming too much for you to handle, along with the gaze of hazel eyes burning into you.
You let out an obscene moan as your walls clench around him, you jerk harshly, causing him to let out a guttural moan. It's a pleasurable ache, your entire body pulses beneath him.
"Gonna come inside you baby, that okay?" He asks, and you nod, to breathless to speak.
Seconds later, he comes undone, squirting his juices inside you. The world slows down as you enter your state of euphoria; you're entangled in pure bliss as you come down from your high. Your body is still electrified from the feeling before.
It takes a while for you to fully settle down. You slowly flutter your eyes open to find yourself engulfed in Fred's buff arms, your breathing in sync. The two of you lean against the wooden bed-frame, and you lean your head on his shoulder, while he cradles you.
You glance down at your body and notice that it's covered in marks, which looked bloody hot. Merlin, you really were Fred's now huh?
"So much for body heat." You chuckled softly, as he stroked your back gently.
He laughs, and you feel the vibrations of his chest, "The best kind of heat if you ask me." He says which earned an eyeroll from you.
Fred plants a soft kiss on your head, "Y'know I'm not one for apologies, but I was a bit of a jerk to you back in Hogwarts, and I want to apologise."
"It was a two-way thing, Freddie, suppose I should apologise for being one too. Merlin, you did grate on every last one of my nerves though." You tease.
"Always a pleasure." He grinned down at you, engulfed in his arms as you looked up at him, sharing a moment of sweet silence as you put the past behind you.
A ray of moonlight shone through the tiny gap in the curtain. You turned your head, glancing out the window as you pondered about the others back at the burrow.
"What're we going to tell the others when we find them tomorrow?" You giggled, taking in the state you were both in.
"I have a feeling they won't be surprised." Fred confessed.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone in my family thinks we have a thing for each other, especially Ginny. Won't stop talking about us that sister of mine."
"Since when?!" You were amused, the two of you were the epitome of the word hate back in Hogwarts and to hear a statement like this shocked you.
"Since school apparently." He laughed, shaking his head, "I thought it was silly too, but look where we are now."
"Just wait one day, you'll eventually get married." He mocked Ginny's tone, mirroring her facial expressions too, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Please, you and me?" You raised a brow, teasing him, though biting back a fond smile.
"Neverrrr." He scrunched up his nose, holding you closer as you both now laid down in bed, safely in each other's grasp.
Finally comfortable, you found yourself drifting off into a much-needed slumber. The same could be said for Fred, it was safe to say the body-heat idea turned out better than anticipated.
And with this newfound love, perhaps the broomstick breaking was a blessing in disguise.
#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley imagine#fred x reader#fred weasley#x reader#imagine#harry potter fanfiction#george weasley x reader#harry potter#weasley twins#harry potter x reader#ginny weasley#golden trio era#golden trio#hogwarts#deathly hallows#molly weasley#weasley twins x reader#fred and george#fred weasly x reader#harry potter headcanons#fred weasley headcanons#xreader#smut#one shot#ron weasley x reader
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The Dish with Kish (s21e08)
#Kristen Kish#Top Chef#Top Chef spoilers#Stephanie Izard#not sorry to see Kaleena go again#she does seem to be a talented cook‚ but the constant passive-aggressive whining annoyed me#I really hate when they make the hamsters decorate their restaurants#it's hard enough just focusing on the menu and food#that said‚ 5 vs. 4 in Restaurant Wars is some kind of bullshit#I did agree with the judges' decision - while both restaurants had flaws‚ the Channel team did seem to work together better#though compared with Shota's flawless expo in season 18‚ it was hard to watch the pacing issues each team had here#and damn‚ the editing was so choppy‚ it was tricky to keep track of which dish by whom was where#shut up about the rice cakes‚ Tom - making them from scratch requires rice to be soaked overnight‚ then dried‚ then milled into flour#which CANNOT be done in the timeframe allotted#which calls Soo's choice to use them into question#I agree with Kwame that Dos by Deul's menu highlights what so many “fusion” restaurants get wrong#loved seeing Stephanie again‚ one of my favorite hamsters ever#and The Dish with Kish remains my absolute favorite thing of this season
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During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.
It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.
That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.
I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.
One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.
My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.
I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.
I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.
All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.
None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.
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Put Him on Speaker
summary : Jack gets home from a long night shift, exhausted and unreadable as always. When Robby calls for a quick update, you decide to test his patience—climbing into his lap and pushing until he breaks.
word count : 1,518
a/n : this is for the one anon in my inbox! a bit shorter than usual, expect something with more substance once finals are over next friday unless I procrastinate studying, then you'll get something sooner
content/warning: explicit sexual content, reader giving oral while jack is on the phone with robby, bratty teasing, silent/dom jack, power dynamics, spit/slick/throatplay mentions, phone call tension, implied punishment sex, language, 18+ only MDNI
It’s a few minutes past 7:00 a.m. when Jack finally walks through the door.
You don’t need to check the time—you know it by the rhythm. The precise click of the deadbolt, the hollow knock of his boot hitting hardwood, then the softer drag of the other. Not a limp. Not pain. Just the quiet, practiced gait of a man who’s used to carrying more than he should. He moves slower after shifts like this—like the night didn’t end, just rearranged itself and followed him home in silence.
You listen from the couch as the weight of him settles into the apartment. Keys hit the counter with a dull clatter. His backpack lands against the back of the kitchen chair, the sound muted but final. Then the crack and hiss of a beer bottle opening, followed by a long, scraped-out breath like it’s been sitting in his lungs since midnight.
You don’t get up.
You’re curled sideways in the corner of the couch, legs bare, the hem of one of his old Penguins shirts skimming the tops of your thighs. The blanket’s twisted somewhere near your feet. You’re scrolling absently through your phone, pretending not to track every move he makes with your breath.
You don’t look at him. “Rough night?”
Jack grunts. The kind that says everything and nothing. “Watched a kid try to clamp off an artery with a fucking Kelly.”
You wince, lips twitching. “Oof.”
“I earned this beer.”
You glance over your shoulder, eyes catching on the strain in his jaw. “It’s not even light out. You starting early with the day-drinking and trauma-dumping?”
He snorts, dragging the bottle to his mouth. “Only if you beg me for it.”
You tilt your head, faux-sweet. “Why are you grumpy? I waited up.”
That gets a flicker of softness in his eyes. “You always do.”
You stretch, slow and easy, your shirt riding up your thighs like it has a mind of its own. “I didn’t say I waited nicely.”
His gaze drops. Tracks the length of your legs like a man committing the lines to memory. “Should’ve known.”
You shift, tuck your legs beneath you, chin tipped with interest. “Was it the post-op guy from yesterday?”
Jack rolls his shoulder, still rubbing at the back of his neck like the shift’s clinging to him. “Yeah. McKay was ready to page IR, but Dana stopped her. Mohan flagged the labs hours ago—picked it up before it spiraled. Saved the guy a ton of unnecessary bullshit.”
You smile—just enough to be smug. “So you’re saying Dr. Mohan was right.”
He exhales hard through his nose. “I’m saying she wasn’t wrong.”
Jack crosses the room and drops onto the couch with the kind of full-bodied heaviness that only happens after an overnight in hell. His scrubs are creased, collar damp from scrubbing out, and he smells like antiseptic, cold metal, and the hollow sterility of trauma bay walls. There’s a settled tension in his body, like exhaustion and adrenaline are still playing tug-of-war under his skin.
He leans his head back. Closes his eyes.
The quiet stretches long enough to start sinking in—until his phone buzzes against the armrest.
Jack groans, already bracing. “If that’s Gloria, I swear to Christ—”
He glances at the screen. Jaw flexes. “Robby.”
You raise a brow. “Your work husband calling for pillow talk?”
“He’s covering days,” Jack mutters, already lifting the phone. “Wants to know if the patient made it through the night.”
“You’re off the clock,” you say, sliding easily into his lap. “Can’t it wait?”
He flicks a tired look at you. “Five minutes.”
“You said five minutes last time.”
“This time I mean it.”
You narrow your eyes. “You’re gonna regret that.”
He smirks, but it’s faint. Tired. “You always say that.”
Then he answers, voice shifting in an instant—cool, even, professional. Doctor mode.
“Yeah,” he says. His grip finds your hip as you settle in. “Vitals held. He coded once overnight, but charge caught it early.”
You roll your hips. Just enough to make sure he feels it.
His fingers tighten.
“I left instructions. Hourly monitoring,” he says, like nothing’s happening. Like you’re not already winding him up.
You press your lips to the side of his neck. “You’re really gonna do this whole call while pretending you’re not already hard for me?”
He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to. His grip answers for him.
“She’s covering now,” Jack adds, voice sharp, eyes fixed straight ahead.
You slide off his lap, slow and sweet, and kneel between his legs.
Jack’s eyes drop to you. His pupils darken.
He mouths: Don’t.
You mouth: You shouldn’t have answered.
You palm him through his scrubs—feel him twitch, thick and eager under your touch. When you tug the waistband down, he falls heavy into your hand, hot and hard and already leaking against your skin.
“No, I’m listening,” Jack says, but his voice hitches, subtle.
You stroke him once—just a tease. Then lean in and lick a slow line along the underside.
“BP held. No fever. No new complaints,” he grits, every word controlled. Distant. Like you’re not kneeling between his knees with spit on your chin and a grin in your eyes.
You hum around him as you take him into your mouth.
Jack’s voice stumbles. “Still stable. Same overnight.”
You suck slow, deep, obscene. Your hand works what your mouth can’t reach. You pop off with a wet sound and a smirk. “Put him on speaker.”
“No.”
“What, scared he’ll hear how good I make you feel?”
Jack doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t answer. Just grips the phone like it’s the only tether he’s got.
You take him deeper—messier, filthier. Your spit coats everything, dripping from your lips, your chin, your fingers curled tight around the base. He twitches on your tongue, every breath he takes more ragged than the last.
“No,” he says into the phone, voice thinning at the edges. “I’m fine. Just—tired.”
You gag around him on purpose, let it echo wet and obscene. Then pull back slowly, deliberately, looking up through your lashes, mouth shiny and wicked.
“Gonna come with him still listening?”
Jack's hand lifts, covering the phone’s speaker. “Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, barely audible, like it’s carved straight from the edge of control. “Keep going and I swear to God—”
But he never finishes the threat—because you don’t stop. You go harder, meaner, your mouth a mess, your hand slick and ruthless at the base. His cock twitches against your tongue, spit coating everything—your lips, your chin, your fingers. Your throat tightens around him, your jaw aching, but you don’t let up.
Jack’s other hand fists the cushion, knuckles bone-white. His chest is rising fast now, breath sharp and uneven, like he’s losing the fight he won’t admit he’s in. Like you're dragging him under, and he’s letting you.
“Yeah,” he bites out. “Just send the labs—I’ll deal with it later.”
He looks down at you, jaw tight, breath shallow, eyes dark with a fury that barely masks how hard he is for you.
“Robby—I’ve gotta call you back.”
“Everything alright?” Robby asks.
Jack’s voice drops an octave. “It will be.”
He hangs up.
Then he looks down at you.
And everything in his face is wrecked.
"You’re in so much fucking trouble.”
You moan around him, smug.
He thrusts once—deep, sudden, overwhelming. You choke, recover, and go harder.
You’re a mess—slurping, gagging, swallowing around him like it’s the only thing you’ve ever been good at. He’s pulsing now, hips twitching, mouth slack.
“Shit—baby—fuck—I’m gonna—”
You suck him deeper. Tighter. He breaks.
His whole body jerks forward. He comes down your throat with a raw, guttural groan. You swallow every last drop.
He breathes like he’s just come up for air, chest rising in sharp, broken pulls. You don’t stop—not until his thigh jerks beneath you and his hand clamps around your wrist, firm and final, forcing you to still.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Catch your breath.
Then you crawl back into his lap, smug as hell, lips swollen and slick, like you didn’t just make a mess of him on purpose.
Jack doesn’t speak. Just grabs your chin in one firm hand and drags you into a kiss—slow, punishing, laced with quiet vengeance.
Then, low in your ear, deadly calm: “If he calls back,” he growls, “I’m putting you on speaker. Let him hear how desperate you sound when you’re acting like a fucking brat.”
He shifts beneath you, hand sliding down to grip your waist tight, grounding himself.
“You think you’ve won,” he murmurs, voice dark and steady. “But you’re not even close to finished.”
He leans in, breath searing the shell of your ear. “Get up. Strip. Face down on the couch.”
Your breath stalls. Heart pounds. He hasn’t raised his voice once. Doesn’t need to.
“I let you have your little game,” he murmurs, all quiet. “Now it’s my turn.”
#the pitt#jack abbot x reader#dr abbot#shawn hatosy#the pitt fanfiction#the pitt x reader#jack abbot#jack abbot fanfiction#dr abbot x you#dr abbot x reader#the pitt hbo
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♡ just dilf!rafe making sure everything is to his liking when his precious little bunny comes home from all of her beauty appointments!
warnings: fluff, bunny being a lil clingy, suggestive language, use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (pls scroll if it’s not for you), heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), praise, finger sucking, slight overstimulation
a/n: i recently got all of my beauty appointments done so this felt fitting lol. read more of dilf!rafe x bunny!reader here <3
wc: 1.4k
while rafe never let you step out of the house by yourself, there was very few instances when he did. going out with your girlfriends and paying for all of your appointments was one of those things, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. the day would start very early in the morning so that you’d have enough time to get everything done. rafe would watch you from the front door as you basically hopped down the driveway in excitement before getting into your best friend’s obnoxiously pink car, your lip gloss still sparkling on his lips from when you kissed him before leaving.
maybe it was the father instinct inside of him, but rafe made it a point to always pay for you and your besties meals, the idea of you going hungry or having an empty stomach just not sitting right with him. you and your friends would start the day by knocking out whatever took the longest, so that all of you could breeze through the extra upkeep and still go shopping afterwards. despite rafe tracking your location and checking where you were at religiously, he still wanted you to text him and send him photos and updates throughout the day.
he’d smile down at his phone whenever your contact name, which you came up with by yourself, would pop up on his screen.
[1:15 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i miss you sooo much already daddy. thank you for the food it was yummy <3 me and the girls still have a handful of things to do but i’m hoping to be done soon!!
[2:57 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i think you’re going to reallyyy like the color of my nails!! my toes came out super cute too 🎀
[4:03 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: (1 attached image) look at this pink flatiron at the salon! i need one just like this! pretty pleaseeee!
he’d reply to each message, even going ahead and buying that flatiron with overnight delivery so you could have it in your pretty hands in no time. you two would go on like this until you’d finally send him that ‘on my way!’ text, a relieved sigh falling from his lips. as much as he liked for you to have your girl time, he selfishly wanted to have you all to himself more than anything. rafe had already been anticipating your arrival, your favorite candles already lit up upstairs in his bedroom. it wasn’t long before he heard the faint bump of music outside, your playful yelp sounding from down the driveway as you struggled to carry all of your shopping bags.
rafe was quick to help you out, your best friends teasingly telling him hi as he briefly waved at them before guiding you inside. “oh, i missed you!” you didn’t waste any time in throwing your arms around his neck, the scent of sweet vanilla filling up his senses. you clung to him like a koala, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he made his way upstairs. “yeah? i missed you more.” you breathed him in, smiling softly against his chest as he put your bags down on the chair he had in the corner. “everything go good?” he took a seat at the edge of the bed, resting his hands on the soft globes of your ass.
“mhmm!” you nodded, “i’m happy with how everything came out.” rafe pecked your lips before helping you up on your feet. “let me get a good look at you.” standing up, you couldn’t help but feel shy as he scanned over your figure agonizingly slow. “your hair looks real nice, baby, that style suits you.” your cheeks heated at the simple compliment. “wow look at your lashes, ‘you try out a different lash map?” you gasped softly, hitting his shoulder playfully. “look at you using girly terms!” rafe was bound to learn about the stuff you’d be rambling on and on about, your lashes being one of many things he now knew the intricacies of.
“your eyebrow lady did a real good job, too.” you wiggled your brows suggestively, fluttering your lashes at him while he took your hand in his. “you were right, i absolutely love this color on you,” he took in the pinky nude of your manicure, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, “let me see those toes.” you giggled, bringing your foot to his lap as you held onto his arms for leverage. “wow, you got a bow charm?” you smiled down at the sight, “yes! isn’t it so cute? she even put on some rhinestones for free because i’m a regular!” rafe massaged the back of your calf, guiding you back down on the bed.
“damn, bunny, and your skin is so soft, you got that full body wax?” you welcomed him between your thighs, running your freshly manicured nail down the side of his jaw. “yes, i know how much you like it..” he kissed you deeply, his lower half grinding down on where you needed him most. you couldn’t help the whine from leaving your lips, your glazed orbs shining with something mischievous. “do you want to see how that came out, too?” rafe smiled, his fingers already hooking between your skirt and the waistband of your panties. “yeah? you gonna let daddy inspect you?”
once your clothes were off and forgotten about on the floor, rafe took your thighs and spread them open to expose your bare cunt, the look on his face making you take your bottom lip between your teeth. “fuck,” he marveled, “you’re just so pretty, you know that?” you smiled, melting under his gentle touch. he looked up at you as if to ask ‘can i?’ before you nodded. rafe sat back on his heels, stroking your glistening folds as you writhed with desire. “i need to be inside of you so bad..” oh, how bad you needed that too. “rafe, we can’t have sex for at least a full twenty-four hours.” you pouted.
“but we did it last time.” you giggled, shaking your head. “i know, but i’m so sensitive..” rafe sighed, leaning down so he could whisper against your lips. “would a little touching hurt, though?” you gasped when he slipped a digit inside your entrance, his long digit filling you just right. with the pad of his thumb, he began rubbing hard circles on your clit, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “you’re so perfect, always dressing and getting dolled up the way i want you to.” he curled his finger, nudging that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars.
your back arched softly off of the bed, your fingers intertwining with his own. he kept his eyes on your trembling form, your mouth falling open as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “i’m so close, ray..” the man above you lowered his head between your thighs, popping his digits into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his fingers. “so soft and smooth, i could eat this cunt for days.” you cried out loud when you felt his tongue prod at your opening, the tip of his nose finding your sensitive bud. “fuckkk!” you covered your mouth at the slip up, yelping when you felt rafe pinch your inner thigh.
“what have i told you about cussing?” he groaned, pulling away from your soaked pussy before diving back in again, your hands shooting up to cup your tits. rafe watched your face carefully, the rise and fall of your chest being a telltale sign that you were going to finish soon. you felt the familar heat begin to simmer in your tummy, your thighs threatening to snap shut as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every stroke of rafe’s tongue. “oh, my god!” your eyes rolled back when the band in your tummy finally snapped, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pure bliss.
your breath shook as you thrashed against rafe’s mouth, your thighs locking around his head as he pinned you down by your hips. your mouth opened but no sound, except for a pathetic shriek came out, your hands fighting rafe off in an attempt to pull away from him. that only made him grip you tighter, his tongue working relentlessly on your poor cunt. it wasn’t until you tapped out, your nails digging into rafe’s arm before he gave you a final kiss, his gentle hands massaging into the skin of your calves. you whimpered as rafe helped you come down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your vision hazy.
rafe licked his lips clean, palming at the hard-on in his boxers. “how about just the tip?” all it took was one blissful glance at him through your lashes before he was yanking you towards the edge of his bed by your ankles.
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tw - kidnapping, stalking, symptoms of depression, and obsessive behavior. reader's not doing great in this one and dick's doing worse.
Dick Grayson gets around.
Whatever you're thinking, it's not like that - except when it is. He's just the people person, the golden child, the performer. He's everything that Bruce pretends to be whenever he takes off the cowl and plays socialite. He remembers names, calls on birthdays, sends out Christmas cards the second snow hits the ground. He knows everyone, and he gets what he wants.
You get around... less.
Not that you don't show you face. No, someone committed to staying totally anonymous would never make it to one of a hundred annual galas held by Wayne Enterprises, stocked to bursting with reporters and celebrities and wealthy Gotham transplants, eager to make a good impression with local royalty. He spots you sticking close to the wall, moving between polite conversations, careful never to stay long enough to make a lasting impression. When you're not busy, your eyes dart from wall to wall, tracking waiters and taking stock of the exits. Every now and then, the light catches on a diamond ring you hadn't been wearing a second ago, a sapphire necklace too expensive to hang so sloppily from your neck.
You're transparent, if a bit out of place. Even pickpockets usually had the decency to skip charity events.
His course of action is swift, surgical. He corners you next to the bar, offers to buy you a drink. You counter, explain with a smile that you couldn't take a stranger's money. He adopts a new tactic - asks you to dance with one, instead. Another parry, now you're looking for your date. After fishing for a description, he mentions he might've seen them on the balcony. His scalpel run through your throat, you take his arm and let him lead you outside.
The routine is standard, practiced to the point of perfection. Find a corner away from the other guests, apologize for ending your night so early, then produce enough cash to pay half a year's worth of rent for Gotham's most expensive high-rise - just like he has a million times before with a thousand other petty thieves. Dead-eyed, you card through the bills slowly. Finally, you look to him.
"This isn't really my line of work."
Dick grins. "I can tell."
"Is there a closet we can use, or...?"
He blinks once, then twice. You stare at the money in your hands, eyes glassy and expression hollow. It doesn't take long to clear up the miscommunication. You leave with your stolen treasures and a well-earned tip, and Dick neglects to mention the incident in his status report later that night.
The next day, he seeks you out on instinct, tells himself it's no different than a follow-up for any other case. You are not a people person. You don't smile at strangers, or greet your neighbors by name, or let your eyes leave the sidewalk as you make your way through the rush-hour crowd, your pockets a little heavier with every step. Your apartment is a testament to your separation - no pictures, no creature comforts, no spare tooth brush left by the sink in case of overnight guests. There's only one cup in the entirety of your kitchen, a little black mug with white paw prints painted around the center. He leaves a second on your doorstep - this one decorated rim to base with blue jays.
You aren't from Gotham. That's clear enough, but it's cemented by the phone calls he overhears from your windowsill every Sunday morning, all reassurances to a faceless recipient that you're doing fine, that you have plenty of friends, that your stressful-but-rewarding corporate job is keeping you busy enough. You have younger siblings - a lot of younger siblings. He got to know them as he went through your phone, perched on the edge of your twin-sized mattress, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest in stolen glances. The most recent picture was taken more than two years ago, but he can't judge. He knows what it's like to be the trial run, the practice round, the disappointment. At least you have the self-awareness to keep your distance from the people you love, to make sure the only thing you can hurt is yourself. He's never been so strong.
And you do hurt yourself, don't you? He's seen the drawer of treasures you can't bring yourself to sell, the collection of unopened bills on your dining room table, the strung-together days you go without letting yourself so much as see another person. He knows why you want to be left alone, but even you can't go on like that, not forever. Everyone needs someone. No one can completely resist the urge to leave their mark on something else - anything else, even if they really ought to know better.
And you know that, too. You don't even scream when you wake up in Dick's bed, hands bound and body curled up against his chest. It could just be the lingering sedatives in your system, sure, but he'd like to think that you remember him, that you know you and him are two of a kind, birds of a feather. You ruin everything you touch, but maybe, you won't ruin him.
Maybe, just maybe, you won't ruin each other.
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Tim Works Hard So He Can Nap Harder
The thing about Tim is that he gets things done.
Not in a normal, reasonable, “wow, he’s really productive” way. No, Tim operates on an entirely different plane of efficiency—one that defies common sense and possibly the laws of physics.
Give him a five-hour task? He’ll finish it in two. Tell him something is impossible? He’ll stare at you, offended, before proving you so wrong it physically hurts.
Sometimes, it’s out of sheer spite. Bruce once told him a mission was too complicated for him to handle alone, so Tim completed it in record time out of pettiness alone. Jason told Tim he didn’t have the skill set for corporate espionage. So Tim hacked three shell companies overnight, uncovered Black Mask’s entire financial network, and sent Jason a PowerPoint presentation with the subject line: “Skill Set Acquired”.
Other times, it’s about time management. Tim understands, at his very core, that the faster he works, the sooner he can stop working. If he has to burn through a mountain of reports in a single hour so he can take a nap, then so be it. If he has to analyze data at inhuman speeds so he can binge-watch a show later, then he will.
The bats have learned to just… let it happen.
Dick once made the mistake of asking Tim to help him streamline his schedule. Tim, in under an hour, not only optimized his entire calendar but also accounted for every possible emergency, scheduled backup time slots for rescheduling, and somehow made Dick twice as productive without making him feel busier. It was kinda terrifying.
Barbara asked him to double-check some intel. He cross-referenced it against every available database, found three hidden links no one had noticed, and sent her a color-coded report with visual aids.
Bruce told him to track a smuggling ring in Gotham. Tim mapped out their entire operation in one night, had arrests lined up by morning, and then went home to sleep like a corpse.
Steph once sarcastically asked if Tim could figure out how to clean up the Gotham underworld in a week. Tim pulled out a ten-step plan before she even finished her sentence.
Tim doesn’t waste time. He doesn’t believe in half-measures. He works fast, works well, and then disappears before anyone can ask him for more.
The only thing scarier than Tim’s efficiency is the fact that he actively chooses to use it selectively.
Because while Tim is capable of working like a one-man army, when it benefits him, he’s also capable of weaponized uselessness. If he doesn’t want to do something, suddenly he’s the most inefficient person alive.
He’ll take weeks to answer a text. He’ll forget how to do basic tasks. He’ll act so completely incapable of anything that people just stop asking him for things.
But when he wants something done?
It’s over before you even realize he started.
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