#but I don’t know why that would be crawling along my kitchen floor as I tried to kill it rather than fly like it had been

[grassbreads]

Up way late at night due to reasons and killed a bug in my kitchen that was either an extremely small cockroach or an upsettingly roachlike moth and it’s fucking haunting me

[wandussyfantasy]

hiii i have a request 🌚 g!p reader x Wanda pairing. background: reader and pietro are best friends and have been since childhood. reader and wanda never got along but secretly have crushes on each other. wanda is jealous because reader is a player and has hooked up with all of wanda’s friends, and reader just uses those girls to distract from not being able to have wanda because they don’t want to ruin their friendship with pietro. it all comes to a head when reader saves wanda from a handsy at a house party and the tension between them is too much and they confess their feelings and have sex.

i also have more ideas along their universe where they continue to hook up (behind pietro’s back) and wanda thinks it’s not serious (she wants it to be but is afraid of saying anything thinking reader just wants to be casual) but reader thinks they’re exclusive. maybe wanda sees reader talking to an ex and mentions thinking of going out with some guy and reader is all confused and offended like why would you talk to me about planning to cheat on me? and they have a legit convo about being together exclusively

also thinking it would be funny if after all that pietro catches them after having sex when he goes to readers house and bursts in their room and he just pauses absolutely shocked and scandalized, reader thinks they’re about to be murdered , and then pietro is like…you know what? that actually makes so much sense

sorry this is so long, idk if you can tell but the ideas been in my head a while LOL

Busted

Summary: Final part to You Suck, Let's Fuck. Y/n and Wanda start to get sloppy with hiding their relationship from Pietro.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,661k

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!! smut, g!preader, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, oral, sex toys, public touching, fantasies, and teasing.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“Come on, just one time,” you beg Wanda as you stand behind her in the bathroom. She is brushing her teeth and getting ready for the day. You like to hold her from behind in front of mirrors. As much as you like fucking her from behind in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom. 

She blushes as she watches you and feels you kiss her neck. “I don’t know. Just, wait a little bit longer. I just got a new prescription. It wouldn’t be safe.” She stops brushing to spit. 

You groan against her neck when she comes back up. She falls against your chest with her eyes closed. She loves being in your strong arms. A door slam has the both of you jumping apart. 

“Wanda! I need-” Pietro starts.

“Damn Wanda! I need to use the restroom! Come on,” you shout from the bathroom  threshold. 

“Wanda, you have to stop hogging the bathroom,” Pietro gripes and Wanda rolls her eyes. 

“Well if this place wasn't overcrowded, maybe we wouldn't continue to have this problem,” Wanda retorts as she starts to pull makeup out. You start dancing like you have to pee. Pietro takes pity on you and takes Wanda out of the room because he needed to ask her about something important. 

“Bitch,” you mutter and stick your tongue out at Wanda. The secret code for affection. 

“Slut,” she hisses and sticks her tongue out. You smile once you close the door and sigh in relief of pulling off the cover up. 

••••

You and Wanda decide to take a day off from school and stay home. Pietro doesn't know and is gone for the day going to class. You are trying to be cute and make something nice for Wanda in the kitchen. She watches you and is so touched by the simple act that she cannot wait to give you a reward. 

While you're mixing the pancake batter, Wanda crawls between you and the kitchen island. She pulls your cock out of your sleep pants and she starts sucking on your cock. “Mmm that feels good,” you hum as you continue to mix the batter. 

The way she licks and sucks on your cock distracts you to the point that you can't think about anything other than her warm lips. You hold her head and start to gently rock your hips, slowly fucking her face. “Fuck, Wanda,” you groan as she strokes the rest of your cock with her warm hand. 

The front door opening causes your eyes to widen. Familiar coughing has your heart racing. “Stop,” you whisper but Wanda is too far gone to hear the hasty whisper. You put your hands on the counter and Wanda takes that as a cue to take the control back. You pray that she at least hears the footsteps getting closer but then she deepthroats you so it's clear that she has no idea. You let out an involuntary moan. 

“Aw no,” Pietro says, then sneezes as he enters the kitchen slightly. “You got the flu too?” He coughs and you nod as you start to sweat. Wanda stalls for a moment. Your dick is throbbing in her mouth. Your heart is pounding anxiously. 

“Yeah, I was trying to make something and ugh, I just started to feel queasy,” you moan again. Trying to mimic the sound you made earlier. 

“Aw damn, I'm sorry,” Pietro coughs again. “I'm going to go lay down.” He points to the rooms. “Hopefully Wanda doesn't get it. We're going to need someone functional to pick up meds and shit.” 

“Yeah, I think she should be home soon. We can have her, ugh, pick stuff up,” you suggest as Wanda starts to suck on your cock again. You are fighting everything in you to not react the way you want to. It's enough to pull off the sick act. 

“Smart, I'll text her,” he says then sneezes. “I'll talk to you later.” He walks off to his room and the fact that he almost caught you with his sister but didn't is enough to have you blowing a load into Wanda's mouth. 

You pull your cock out of her mouth and quickly shove it back into your pants. “That was crazy! I can't believe you,” you whisper shout at her as you look at her on the floor. Wanda holds her finger over her mouth to signal for you to be quiet. Her phone buzzes and she pulls it out to read the message from her brother. 

“We probably should stock up on stuff, you know how bad it gets when someone gets sick in this house. I'll be back,” she kisses you on the cheek. “Finish making the pancakes, I expect them to be stacked in my room by the time I get back.” She grabs her purse and car keys and walks out of the house. You almost can't believe you just came inside of her mouth. 

••••

“Why do you both disappear when we go to these things?” Pietro asks as the three of you sit in an Uber to another house party on campus. “It's like you both agree to go home at the same time or something. I used to be able to actually hangout with you two. What's going on?” 

You hold your breath as you panic. There wasn't a reasonable answer. There was also no way were you going to tell him that you were fucking his sister. 

Wanda looks at you with slightly wide eyes, not sure what to say herself. “Well, sometimes I walk out feeling confident in one of those skimpy outfits but um when I'm there I feel a little weird and leave to change but then I get tired and just go to bed,” Wanda says. “That's why I'm not wearing one of those tonight.” Pietro nods and apologizes to Wanda. He half hugs his sister. 

“Um for me, you know about Wanda’s friends and their little boycott against me. I keep striking out and get bored. I have stuff to ehem, occupy my time at home better than getting rejected.” You say next. 

Pietro frowns, “Oh, I'm sorry Y/n. I didn't realize you were having a hard time picking up. I mean, you have game. I've witnessed you flirt. It's a masterclass. I mean I've spent hours trying to talk with a girl and I've seen you flip that same girl within minutes of approaching her. I swear I've seen the panties drop when they-” 

“OKAY! WE GET IT,” Wanda bursts out. You swear you could see the smoke coming out of her ears. 

“Okay, I won't talk Y/n up now. But Y/n, you've gotta stick with me tonight. I'll help you get some tail tonight.” He pats your shoulder and you smile and say that you appreciate it even though you don't need his help. But what's the alternative? You can't tell him that you're fucking his sister. 

Pietro drags you all over the sorority house, introducing you to the pretty girls. You try to fake the game that Pietro has witnessed time and time again but your heart isn't in it. There is only one person you want to go home with tonight but you can't tell your best friend that. 

You bomb every interaction as you feel Wanda's stare. You want to run to her and kiss her. But you can't escape the arm Pietro has around your shoulders. You can just find her with your eyes. It kills you when you eventually find her flirting with other guys. 

You can't take it anymore. You have to say something. You have to tell Pietro the truth. “Pietro, I have to tell you something,” you start. You've had quite a few drinks so you're louder than you intend to be. “I've been meaning to tell you this for some time now but-” 

“Woah are you feeling well Y/n?” Wanda says as she interjects. “You don't look too good. Maybe I should help you get home.” 

“O-okay,” you stumble on your words as you nod. When Wanda has pulled you outside of the house you frown. “I thought you wanted him to know.” 

“Not like this,” she says as she subtly rubs your back. “Not drunk at a loud party after he tried to hook you up all night,” she shakes her head. “It's not the time,” she looks around before sneaking a kiss on your cheek. 

“Okay,” you agree. When the Uber arrives, the two of you snuggle in the backseat. 

“Geez, you really did need to come home! How much did you drink?” Wanda asks as she helps you into the house. 

“I don't know,” you slur, “your brother kept handing me drinks to loosen me up. Says I need it for the ladies. At this point, nothin’ is happenin’ for the ladies. My dick is dead,” you point to your crotch and laugh. Wanda shakes her head as she helps you into your bed. When you're settled she tries to leave but you grab her wrist and pull her on top of you. “Don't go yet, I want to fall asleep holdin’ you. I like holdin’ you,” you admit. 

Wanda sigh, “I will fall asleep in your arms, honey. As much as I would love to, that's not how Pietro should find us.” 

You pout but you let her go and fall asleep. 

••••

You and Wanda are away on another weekend getaway. The two of you are cuddling on the bed watching a movie and things start to get steamy on the film. You start to think about the things you would like to do to Wanda and your dick starts to come alive. 

“I have a surprise,” Wanda says as she lightly massages the bulge in your sweatpants. 

“You threw out all of the condoms?” You ask excitedly. 

“No,” she rolls her eyes. “Stop asking, I’m not going to say yes. I told you, when I’m ready, I’ll let you know.” 

“Fine, okay,” you laugh, “I’m sorry, it was a bad joke. What’s the surprise?” 

She loosens up and smiles as she kisses you on the lips. She walks to her luggage and unzips it. She diggs inside and pulls out her harness. You’re confused because that’s nothing new. But then she pulls out a dildo much larger than the one she used to use. Your eyes widen. It wasn’t bigger than you but it’s not what a size you’ve had inside of you before. “Tada!” She says as she waves it around. 

“Wow,” you say as you look at the realistic dildo. 

“It vibrates too,” she smiles proudly. 

“My dick doesn’t do that,” you joke. It was girthy and long. You were intimidated to have it inside of you but you thought about how often Wanda’s body has had you endure your penetration. It kind of turns you on more knowing that her body accepts your cock. 

“You're always poking fun at the size of my dildos so I thought I'd get one that would shut you up,” Wanda explains while she removes her dress and pulls on her harness. She winks at you when you look at her with your jaw dropped. She climbs on the bed and takes the dildo to your open mouth. “Get it nice and wet for me,” she hums as pushes and pulls it in and out of your mouth. 

You comply and start to lick the silicone penis. Your cock is creating a tent in your pants as you get turned on by Wanda’s display of dominance. She bites her lips as she watches you get into sucking the dick. She wonders what it would feel like if she had a real penis like you do. How warm your mouth is. The sensations your tongue would bring as it moved around her taut skin. Would it feel the same as when you eat her out? Would it feel better than that? 

“Are you ready for me?” Wanda asks. You pull your mouth off of the toy and nod as you make eye contact. 

“I'm ready,” you whisper. You pull your pants off with a sigh of relief and toss them in the corner. 

Wanda adjusts the dildo onto her strap and tests the remote out to make sure everything is working. When she's confident with the product, she shuts it off and gets ready to fuck you. 

She rubs the tip between your pussy lips the way that you've done to her many times. She gets it now why you tease her that way. It's a power move. You have the control of the pleasure that she's usually begging for. 

Her eyes move to your face and she can see that you're close to begging her. She is going through so many emotions that she doesn't want to think about it anymore. She pushes the head in and is quickly met with resistance. Your hole wasn't ready for the intrusion. She pulls away ready to apologize but you stop her. 

“It's okay Wanda,” you say calmly. You grab the base of the dildo and pull her closer with it. “You just have to take it slow. Come here,” she does as you say and she leans in and reciprocates your kiss when you meet her lips with yours. She closes her eyes and relaxes. What she doesn't realize is that you are slowly stretching your pussy around her strap. Easing her into your body. She doesn't notice until she is practically falling on top of you with your dick pressing against her belly. 

“I'm in?” She asks in a shy voice and you giggle.

“Yes, Wanda,” you kiss the top of her nose. “You're inside of me.” 

“How does it feel? Am I hurting you at all?” 

You chuckle because she sounds like a virgin which neither of you are. “You're cute,” you kiss her lips. “I'm fine. Now fuck me, Wanda.” 

She kisses you one more time before she starts thrusting her hips into yours. Then she pulls as much of the dildo out without completely pulling out and slams her hips back down. Then she turns on the vibration feature and you start moaning loudly as you start to jerk off. 

In your lustful haze you start to imagine Wanda filling you with cum and it sends an orgasm through your pussy making your legs shake. Wanda is unaware of your orgasm as your dick is still hard. She continues to pound into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating you. 

You had no idea that Wanda had it in her to be so good with a strap-on especially since she claims that she never used one before the two of you started fucking but she is a natural. You move your hips to your body connected to hers every time she starts to pull away. You love this girl. You can't believe how lucky you are. 

The two of you fuck well into the night, missing the dinner reservations. It had been a while since the two of you were allotted such alone time without interruption. 

••••

“Okay, I'm ready,” Wanda tells you while the two of you are hanging out in her room. It had been weeks since the last time you asked to have sex without a condom so it took you a minute to understand what she was saying. 

You are sitting on her desk chair removing a bug on her laptop. She initially asked Pietro but she asked when she knew he had a day full of classes and neither of you did. He quickly turned the request over to you before he left. You asked her why she didn't just wait to ask you until he was gone and she explained that she didn't know how long the process would be and she didn't want to have to explain why she asked you over her tech savvy brother. Plus, she wanted to hangout with her girlfriend. It sucks having to pretend to live separate lives now that the two of you have made it official with each other. 

“Sorry, ready for what?” You ask as you continue to scowl at the computer. None of the programs you were running were finding a bug in the computer. But it didn't make any sense to you because the computer wasn't working the way it should. There is a problem with it. 

“To have sex without a condom,” she says shyly. 

“Are you serious?” you turn your head in her direction. She is sitting on her bed wearing a flowy black dress. She has black eyeliner on and you remember her emo phase back in high school. It was torture everyday to make fun of her when all you wanted to do was kiss her, hold her, love her. She spreads her legs open as an invitation as she bites her red lips. “Now?” You ask with wide eyes. 

“Happy birthday,” she lifts her dress up slightly to tease you with the sight of her upper thigh. 

You frown as you think about the date and realize it is your birthday. “How did you remember and I didn't even realize?” You grin at her. 

Wanda shrugs, “You've been busy. Must've slipped your mind.” 

“But it didn't slip yours,” you smile, touched by the simple act of remembering. “You like me,” you say as you slowly crawl on top of her. She blushes as she kisses you.

“Shut up and let me give you your present already,” she giggles between kisses. You drag your fingers up her thighs into her dress and you feel the lack of fabric. 

“Mmm, no underwear again,” you hum. “Again, are you sure about this? Do you have any ground rules?” You ask as your fingers rub against her soft skin. Wanda bites her lips again as her breathing quickens. She shakes her head.

“No rules, no tricks,” she whispers. “Just you and me,” she pulls your shirt off and tosses it behind her. She grabs one of your hands and pulls it from under the dress and puts it on top of it. “No barriers,” you nod at her request and kiss her deeply before you break the kiss and pull her dress off of her. You drop it to the floor beside the two of you. She pulls your basketball shorts and your underwear down until they fall on their own and you step out of them. 

The two of you are completely naked in front of each other in her bedroom. Your focus is on her entirely. As hers is on you. She crawls onto the bed more to get comfortable and you follow her closely. She giggles out of enjoyment. She almost can't believe that she is doing this. She has never had sex without a condom. She's never felt someone's cum inside of her and she is giddy about feeling your cum inside of her. 

You mirror her smile, her giddiness is contagious. When the two of you start kissing again, the giddy energy calms down a bit as the desire for each other grows. “I love you,” she whispers against your lips. 

“I love you,” you return the sentiment as you lean away to admire her beauty. You want to take your time. This is a big moment for the two of you. 

You kiss your way down her body, giving her breasts an appropriate amount of attention. Then you kiss her soft stomach. She twitches when your nose unintentionally tickles her. “Sorry, that wasn't on purpose,” you say, knowing how much she hates being tickled. She sighs with content and combs her fingers through your hair. 

“It's okay, I know it wasn't intentional,” she says softly as she looks down at you. 

You kiss the spot that your nose grazed, “Okay, good.” You continue down her body and when you're focused on her pussy, you put your arms under her thighs so her legs are over your shoulders. You devour her pussy juices. You lick, suck, and finger fuck her pussy. She falls apart, completely at your mercy. Her body shakes with her first orgasm of the day, her moans are muffled to you because her thighs are squeezing your head completely covering your ears.

When you're done with enjoying the way she squirms on your tongue, you crawl back up her body and rub your bare cock against her warm and wet pussy lips. She shivers under your body. “I want you to ride me,” you say against her lips as you kiss her. She nods as she pushes on your shoulders so that the two of you can switch positions. But you're enjoying the way her tongue collides with yours as the two of you kiss. She takes the time that making out with you gives her to collect herself. Then when she's ready, she really pulls away. 

You get in a comfortable position with her pillows supporting your back. Wanda straddles your lap as she had the first night two of you started this whole thing. You admire the way she looks from this angle. Completely naked and all yours. 

She starts by jerking you off first. You moan as she does, exciting yourself more and more as you think about being inside of her without a condom on. Then you have to think of something to calm down before you end up cumming on your own stomach. 

Wanda hovers her pussy over the tip of your penis and rubs it through her pussy lips until she feels it against her entrance. She lowers herself and you have to think of a million nasty things in order to keep from busting too early. Her warm walls engulf your hard cock as it has many times over the course of the past several months. This time feeling them without the barrier of the condom has you moaning a lot more than before. 

Wanda moans as well from feeling you completely. She feels every inch of you in a new way and she intentionally squeezes your cock every few minutes. “Fuck you're so big,” she says as she continues to lower herself on you. 

“Mph you're so tight,” you say with your eyes screwed shut as you try so hard to hold it together but you have to accept that this isn't a time that you can take a long time to make love to her. You only have yourself to blame for building this moment up in your head for so long only to have the reality be so much better. “Fuck, I'm sorry, it's just too good,” you say as you relax and open your eyes.

Wanda giggles and smiles down at you, “It's okay,” she says as she starts to lightly bounce her body on your cock. “I want you to cum,” she admits, taking your hands and placing them on her hips. “Go ahead, do whatever you want to me.” 

“Aw fuck, Wanda,” you groan as you hold her hips to help her ride your throbbing cock. 

That's what Pietro hears when he enters the house. He's confused at first then he rolls his eyes and figures that the two of you are fighting yet again. He sighs as he walks to her room. He sets his things in his room first then he walks over to Wanda’s room. He had time in between classes that he normally spent on campus but today was your birthday and he almost forgot. So he came back home to offer to take you to lunch. 

“Wanda, please don't kill Y/n today, it's OH MY GOD!” He opens the door the moment that you are cumming inside of his sister for the first time. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?” 

“PIETRO!” Wanda shouts and in your haze you're confused why she'd shout her brother's name instead of yours and then your heart stops and your blood runs cold as you sit up and peek out from behind Wanda’s body. 

“Oh shit!” You say with wide eyes. Wanda has her arms over her breasts as she pulls off of you. She quickly gets under her blanket to cover her body.

Pietro walks out of the room for a second and you scramble out of the bed to grab your shorts. You're pulling on your shirt when he comes back in. “What are you doing to my sister?” He asks in a tone that's on the edge of freaking out. He has always told you that you're his best friend but his sister comes first. “Are you just fuc- are you disrespecting my sister?” He corrects himself. 

“No, God, no! I'm in love with her,” you admit. “This, we have… I've been wanting to tell you I just didn't know how. This isn't how it was supposed to happen! Believe me,” you try to explain. Fearing that he might actually kill you for this. You were never supposed to cross this line. You were never supposed to want Wanda. You were never supposed to act on those thoughts. Not with her. 

He's still not sure how he's meant to react. Pietro is supposed to protect Wanda, always. That's what their dad always taught him to do. When she came home crying because a boy pulled on her hair, he would be sitting in lunch detention for a week for defending her. When her boyfriend cheated on her, he made sure that guy never came back around to try and ask her to take him back. Only to apologize and never return. Now it was you. He doesn't know what to do. 

“Pietro it's true, we've been seeing each other for months. We're in love,” Wanda defends as she holds her bedding to her chest. “Please don't be mad at Y/n! She cherishes your friendship so much! But neither of us could deny our feelings any longer.” She admits and Pietro physically relaxes. 

“You know what? This actually makes a lot of sense.” He says as he starts hysterically laughing. “Oh my goodness how could I not see it? Wow! You two are good,” he shakes his head as he starts to walk away. “Happy birthday, Y/n!” 

When he's out of the room your entire body is filled with relief and you look at Wanda and see that she is relieved as well. “That went a lot better than expected,” you finally say and Wanda starts laughing as she agrees. You laugh as you fall onto the bed, your head landing on her lap. 

She smiles down at you and you up at her. “How do you feel? Now that it's real?” She asks as she lightly caresses your face. 

“It's always been real for me,” you tell her honestly. “I'm just happy we don't have to hide any more.” 

“Me too,” she leans down and kisses your lips upside down. 

••••

“I do,” Wanda says to the Elvis impersonator. 

You, Wanda, Pietro, and a group of your collective friends were in Las Vegas celebrating everyone’s college graduations and their bright futures. Throughout the vacation you couldn't help but be overwhelmed with how much you love and want to spend your life with Wanda so you asked her to marry you. She said yes and the two of you agreed to elope here in Vegas. 

Everyone is different levels of drunk or high but they're all happy for you two. Natasha and Carol are holding each other in tears as they say how happy they are for you. Pietro is smiling as he sits next to his girlfriend with his arm around her shoulders. He asks her if they should be up next and she laughs with a hard no. 

“I pronounce you married!” The Elvis impersonator says and everyone cheers as you and Wanda kiss as a married couple for the first time. 

The End.

[twilghtkoo]

xoxo - lee donghyuck

synopsis. in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.

pairings. donghyuck x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, non!idol au

warnings. none!

notes. this idea is inspired by this tiktok i saw T_T i was like holy shit this is cute now let’s make it about hyuck :D also something is wrong w my taglist, it says it got deleted but i didn’t delete it so i might have to make a new one😭 so if the link isn’t working that’s why!! just letting y’all know :)

masterlist | series masterlist

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“and she hates the crust on her bread–“ your older sister tries to inform.

you push her out your door, mindlessly nodding your head. “i know, i know, don’t worry she’s gonna be fine. now go, before you’re late.” you wave to her one last time before you close the door behind her with a huff.

your six year old niece is still standing behind you with her bluey backpack on her shoulders that has all the things that would entertain her for tonight.

“hi, sweetie. i missed you,” you crouch down to her level, helping her out of her shoes and taking off her backpack.

“i missed you too, auntie!” she smiles and takes off to your living room, giggling.

you had already put on her favorite cartoon on your tv, as you follow her with her bag in your hands before placing it beside the couch.

she’s totally immersed herself in the animated slice-of-life adventures of the dog family. you stand inches away from her, amused at how she has blocked out all of her surroundings.

you turn to walk into your kitchen, thinking of preparing something easy for dinner.

“auntie!” your niece calls out from the living room.

you hum in response, putting away the dried dishes from last night.

“is donghyuck-ie coming over today?” she asks, curiously. and you know just by her tone and the mention of her second favorite person (first is obviously me) she’s twiddling her fingers.

you chuckle to yourself. “yes, he’s coming over later though.”

you hear her gasp before it goes back to being silent, the faint sound of the tv echoing through your apartment.

you’ve noticed your little niece’s infatuation with your boyfriend and you and donghyuck think it’s the cutest thing. she loves playing with him when he comes over while you’re babysitting her, making him sit in the living room with her and color and play with her toys. she gets all shy and geeky when donghyuck walks with her holding hands.

your older sister finds it funny and amusing.

“tell your boyfriend to stop being so handsome yeah? my daughter is bragging to everybody that donghyuck-ie bought her a toy.” your sister groans into your ear, on the phone with you.

—

you’ve been busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, appreciating the comforting sound of bluey and bingo playing along. every so and so minutes you check on your niece by calling her name.

“yes?”

“just checking on you, you good?”

she hums cutely. “yes auntie.” you peek your head out, seeing her sprawled out on the floor with her backpack next to her and all its contents spread out. she’s drawing something in front of the tv, concentrating with her tongue poking out as she scribbled with her crayons and gazing up at the tv.

she crawls up to her feet, bending down to grab the piece of paper she was doodling on before stomping over to you.

“auntie! auntie!”

you raise your eyebrows, giving her your undivided attention.

she shoves the piece of paper in your face. “look!”

you lean your head back, blinking, trying to adjust to what she’s showing you.

she’s holding up a stationary bluey themed piece of paper that has blue textured crayon words written neatly across the printed lines.

‘dear sunflower ♡’

you gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “is this a letter for donghyuck?” you whisper to her, from her view, your eyes shaped into crescent moons and your hands are covering your smile.

your niece giggles, using the letter in her tiny hands to hide her face as the pig tails from her head bounce from her nodding.

“he’s gonna love it! i mean, who doesn’t love bluey?” you ask rhetorically, hands on your hips.

“right?”

the doorbell chimes throughout your small home, both you and your niece look at each other with big eyes. already knowing who’s behind the door. your niece runs out the kitchen and into the living room squealing as you make your way to let your boyfriend in.

“hi pretty.” haechan grins at you, his eyelids looking a bit heavy and you already know work was tough on him. he still smiles and extends his arms out for you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, playfully groaning when he squeezes you tight in his grasp.

he lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you away to connect his lips with yours in a slow, gentle kiss. his hands roaming over your lower back and creeping down to your ass.

“sunflower!” you both break the kiss, you walk back to the kitchen while he bends down to greet the little girl.

“aigoo, hi cutie. how are you?” you hear him coo at her.

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“thank u yn for the food.”

“thank you auntie for the food!” they both say at the same time.

you reach over the table to grab their plates and placing them inside the sink, your niece jumps up from her seat and runs out the kitchen. donghyuck takes this moment to snake his hands from behind to lace his fingers together so you can’t run.

his body towering over you, he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your exposed skin. “thank you for dinner baby,” he mumbles against your skin.

you smile, “of course.”

“sunflower!”

he pats your ass, pecking the top of your head before walking away. “yes bum bum,” he replies. the nickname that seemed fitting and grew on her over time, it being short for bumble bee.

“i made something for you.” the little girl shyly utters, the piece of paper in her hands as she shoves it in his hands.

he laughs lightly, sitting on the balls of his feet. “did you draw something for me?”

she shakes her head, her toothy smile on display, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth on her feet.

you appear behind donghyuck, relaxing your hand on his shoulder.

it’s a comforting silence in your apartment, he’s taking the time to carefully read each word and reading a certain word over again because of the misspelling but he finds it endearing, his smile growing wider as he gets closer to the end.

‘xoxo, bum bum :)’

“hugs and kisses, where did you learn that from?”

“school!” she exclaims.

“school shouldn’t be teaching you how to win hearts,” he states with a playful pout.

she clasps her hands together, stepping closer towards him to point at the tiny prints. “i used my bluey stationary kit, do you like the paper?”

“i do, i’m very honored and i’m going to hang it up in my home. this is my first letter i got from a girl!” he whisper-shouts in your niece’s ear.

obviously you heard him and that made you nudge him with your knee, making him lose his balance.

“auntie you have to write sunflower love letters.”

he smirks, “yeah, auntie.”

[vngelicc]

𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend, that that dick was a ten out of ten” — jock!jk

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“You remember I told you about Yoongi, right baby?” Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist and gently guides you out of the car, “ ‘s not gonna take long, we’ll be in and out. I just need to pick something up.” He closes the door and tugs you with him with a hand on your ass.

You sleepily look around the parking lot mumbling about how pretty the apartments looked. “Yoongi is the one you said sells you weed?” You softly reply as you follow him into the building, “But I thought you said weed makes you dumb, ‘s why you don’t let me get you any from Jooheon.” You pout.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead, “Jooheon’s a idiot and I don’t want you near him. At least Yoongi actually sells shit worth buying.” He presses the button to the elevator, “You’ll like him baby, he’s a good friend of mine. Plus his roommate has a dog too.”

You step into the elevator with a angry little pout, “You said we would be in and out, does that mean I can’t play with the doggy?” You huff, you’re no stranger to Jungkook taking you out so late to do god knows what, but you really hope he isn’t making this a short trip because then it means you got all dressed up for nothing. :(

Jungkook kisses the pout off your face, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout, I’ll take you out after this. You think I’m gonna let your cute ass go to waste?” He teases softly as he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze.

Well, he does have a point. You ARE dressed pretty cute tonight, you had chosen to wear this pretty jean miniskirt along with your new pink tube top that had little rhinestones all over! You find yourself smiling brightly at Jungkook, “Can we go get fried chicken at that one karaoke place?”

Both of you reach Yoongi’s floor, his roommate Hoseok(?) invites the two of you in and he heads off into his room talking about needing some sleep. You coo quietly at the small dog sleeping by the TV stand all curled up into a tiny fluff ball. “He’s so cuteeee.” You whine as you bend over to get a better look at the dog.

Jungkook chuckles quietly and leaves you be, “Yoongi! Get your ass out here!” he says, disappearing down the dark hall in search of said man.

You’re left all alone in the dimly lit living room with the puppy. You’re too busy cooing over it to notice Yoongi come out from the room opposite of the hallway Jungkook went into. “So you’re the one Jungkook talks about.” Yoongi’s eyes rack down your form until they land right on your ass where your skirt rides up just a tiny bit, “Guess he wasn’t lying afterall.”

You jump a little at the new voice and turn around to look at Yoongi with puppy eyes, “You scared me!” You hold a hand over your chest, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you look like a creep.”

Yoongi snorts, “My bad sweetheart,” he holds his arms up in surrender as he licks his lips, “didn’t know it was a crime to walk in my own house.” He shakes his head and walks to the kitchen connected to the living room, “Where’d your ‘Jungkookie’ go hm? Think you can be a good girl and use that little brain of yours?”

“He went to look for you down the other hall!” You smile cheerfully and stand up a bit straighter. He eyes you silently and you make a confused noise, following his gaze down only to see he’s staring at your chest where a tiny bit of boob pops out. “Oh. Sorry,” you softly huff and mutter about your ‘stupid top’ as you fix your tits.

Yoongi nods, “Nah, nah… you’re absolutely fine..” He trails off and sips his water. Jungkook comes barreling in a few moments later and Yoongi perks up, “Oh there you are, I was just asking about you to your girl.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, “Yeah, yeah dickhead I was looking all over for you. Got my ass yelled at by Hoseok cause I was making too much noise supposedly. You got what I need or what?” He grunts, pulling you to his side.

Yoongi nods, “I just rolled one a couple minutes ago, why don’t we smoke that one first, on the house Kook you know hyung rolls the fattest blunts.” He smirks, “On the house.”

Jungkook raises a brow and looks over at you, you’re obviously lost in your own world as you coo at the now awake puppy which is hiding at your feet. “Fine, but y/n’s not smoking, got it. So don’t even fuckin offer any cause I know your ass.”

Yoongi grins, “Pinky promise.” Jungkook doesn’t miss the wink he shoots you.. Oh, so now Yoongi likes to share his blunts all of a sudden? Generous.

They get situated on the leather couch together as Yoongi lights the blunt up, taking a long drag from it and passing it off to Jungkook. You mostly ignore the two, opting to sit out with the puppy playing around and cooing at it. Yoongi watches you with darkened eyes sitting back in his seat and enjoying the sight of you looking so pretty on your knees.

“I can see you staring bitch,” Jungkook grunts and hands off the blunt back to Yoongi, “you’re not being so fucking subtle like you think you are.” He narrows his eyes.

Yoongi shrugs, all to calm for someone who just got called out, “I know a pretty ass when I see one, I’m only a man after all, sue me. Don’t worry, I won’t go near your precious y/n.”

Jungkook looks over at you, you’re sitting so pretty and clueless at the same time. He looks back at Yoongi who’s intently watching him with those cold calculated eyes which hold something akin to mischief in them. It suddenly dawns on him he’s more interested than he initially thought he was. Jungkook has a vision (which is partly owed to the weed taking over his senses and clouding his mind) and something in him wants to see just how perfect you go with Yoongi..

His beloved Yoongi hyung whose reputation was built far more worse than his own was. His hyung that fucked a plethora of women who all had one thing in common–their shared love for his tongue and fingers which apparently they referred to as heavenly and mind blowing.

“... How bad would you say that you want y/n, and none of that what are you talking about shit. I see the way you’re looking…shameless bastard.” Jungkook smirks as he takes a long hit.

Yoongi slowly tilts his head to look at you as he licks his lips, “Does little Kookie wanna watch hyung fuck his girlfriend into another universe? Is that what you like Kook, watching someone else ruin that pretty thing over there?” He grins, eyes half lidded with desire. Jungkook shivers, he’s possessive sure but something about getting to see you get wrecked right in front of him does things to him.

“You know my answer to that.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek and smirks in return.

The two carry on in silence passing the blunt back and forth. You on the other hand sit there in utter shock, frozen in your spot after hearing all those things Jungkook and Yoongi were saying about you. Yoongi gives you butterflies in your tummy, the good kind too, and hearing them talk about you like you’re not even there makes it ten times more appealing.

You slowly turn around to look at the two sitting across from you. Yoongi catches your gaze and stares right back at you with a promising grin. It has you feeling a second heartbeat down there between your thighs as you shift around and rub them together. Yoongi hands off the blunt to Jungkook and curls his finger at you in a ‘come here’ motion.

As you go to get up Yoongi stops you, “Ah, ah,” he grins evilly, “on all fours sweetheart, wanna see you crawl like a cute puppy.”

You flush under his words and slowly lower yourself back down, crawling towards Yoongi with a sway of your hips. Jungkook’s own eyes are dark and half-lidded, he watches you with close eyes and mutters something about how hot you look on all fours like that.

“There you go sweetheart, guess your little brain does work for something after all.” Yoongi pats his knee, “Right here baby, right where you belong.” The insinuation itself has your pussy creaming, clit throbbing from arousal and neglect. You’re not too sure you can survive this.

“Let’s get this flimsy thing off.” Yoongi pulls you in even closer once you’re on his lap, his (veiny) hands slithering down to your miniskirt as he begins to unbutton it for you. “Up you go,” he slaps your ass, “yeah, just like that baby, I think your Jungkookie likes what he sees.” He motions over to Jungkook.

You turn around to face Jungkook with puppy eyes, pouting even more when you see his tattooed hand rubbing over his growing erection sitting so sinfully in his sweats. He nods at you with a grin, “Be good for hyung baby, show him how much of a good girl you are.” With that in mind you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi hisses under his breath when he comes face to face with your lacy panties, chubby little pussy hugged so perfectly by the flimsy material with an obvious wet patch over the center. “Do a little spin for me sweetheart, nice and slow for me.” He licks his lips sitting back and staring up at you.

You shyly do a spin, making sure not to go too fast since you’ve done this countless times for Jungkook. Yoongi’s hands come up to stop you mid-twirl, holding you still in front of him as he runs his hands over your baby-soft skin, gently cupping your asscheeks and bouncing them in place.

“Shit.” He growls, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He suddenly pulls back to smack your ass harshly, watching it bounce in place as a hand print slowly starts appearing. You yelp softly and chew on your bottom lip, this isn’t fun at all if he’s only looking :( you want him to make you feel good too!

“I bet you’re even prettier over here.” He whispers huskily and gently presses two fingers right up against your cunt, rubbing over the wet patch as he presses in to emphasize his words.

You mewl softly and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster, “You’re being really mean right now. ‘S not fun at all!” You huff angrily.

Yoongi smacks your ass hard, “You’ll take what I give you sweetheart, no need to get fucking mouthy with me. Your greedy little pussy is practically beggin’ for it at this point, look at you,” he laughs which adds further to your embarrassment, “you want me here?” He presses right up against your swollen clit which lies hidden away in those damned panties. “Puppy forgot how to speak?”

“N-No, ‘s just–”

“Just what sweetheart?” He quickly interrupts and forces another whine out of your throat. “C’mon, I don’t have all night to sit here and wait until you decide to use your little brain to figure out what you want.”

Yoongi is cruel with the way he pinches your clit while he nonchalantly talks to you still expecting for you to be able to reply to him. Your lip wobbles and you begin whining again with small hiccups, “Y-You’re being mean..! I don’t want your stupid fingers anymore, you’re not even doing anything and it’s not fair.”

“Not fair puppy? How, if you can’t tell me what you need? Are you that dumb you can’t even figure out your own needs? Has Jungkook fucked you stupid babydoll?” Yoongi pulls you back into his lap as he circles his arms over your waist and holds you still against him, “Hm?”

“ ‘s not true, I know that I want your fingers.” You huff cutely and lick your lips, “And if you won’t do something about it then I’m going to Jungkook, he’ll do something.” You glare.

Jungkook makes a noise since he’s addressed for the first time since this has started. “My patience is running thin Yoongi, if you won’t I will and you’ll single handedly ruin your only chance to get your hands on my baby.” He smirks.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lays you back on the couch, “Brats, the lot of you.” He slides your panties down your soft thighs and tosses them in Jungkook’s direction, “Get yourself off with those loser.” He grunts and lays his eyes over your glistening pussy.

Your breath hitches in excitement and you let your thighs fall open for the older, biting your lip in anticipation. “Actually I got a better idea.” Jungkook muses as he rises off the couch and slowly walks over, “from what I remember…puppies don’t speak.” He grins.

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook and then trails his gaze down to you, “You’re right.”

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Soft moans and garbled little cries are punched out of your throat with every thrust Yoongi sends your way. His cock punches in deep and strikes a spot inside that has your thighs shaking and pussy leaking. His thighs smack into your over and over again, he practically has you hanging off his cock bent over at a perfect angle with your ass up high.

Yoongi grips your hips tightly and occasionally digs his fingernails into your soft skin, leaving behind marks from his aggression. He releases a series of pleasured grunts and tiny sighs as your pussy tries to milk him of all he’s worth. “Loosen up for me will you sweetheart? Gonna give it to you just the way you need.” He moans.

You’re trying not to tighten up around him but it’s a little difficult with your mouth preoccupied with Jungkook’s cock. You’re trying not to choke up around him but Yoongi keeps catching you off guard with his punishing pace. The pleasure clouds your senses, making it a bit harder to focus on Jungkook.

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” Jungkook grunts as he guides you up and down his cock, watching as you slobber all over him and leave behind a mess.

You whimper loudly and squirm around, your jaw aches pleasantly from the stretch but you don’t find it in you to care much. Not when Jungkook’s cock settles just nicely over your tongue, you easily catch him off guard when you suckle around him and slurp up your spit and precum. Yoongi however, catches your attention again when he delivers a slap to your ass.

“I don’t want a drop wasted, good girls always make sure to clean their messes don’t they? You gonna be good to Jungkook and swallow all of it, or are you too cock drunk to understand.” Yoongi pants softly and re-adjusts his grip on your hips and fucks into your harder.

The sound of your ass clapping off of his pelvis resonates loudly, between your thighs there’s a mess of your creamy slick which seems to form a visible white ring around Yoongi’s cock everytime he backstrokes. Yoongi hisses at the sight, he wishes that he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill your sweet little cunt up and watch as his cum was pushed back in.

“Ah fuck,” Jungkook groans out and throws his head back, “keep going like that baby.” He whispers in pure bliss, “You’re doing so good for me.” He grips your hair tighter.

You gag around his cock in response, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure you look a mess right now, tear streaks down your face and ruined makeup. “Mmm..!” You cry out in a mix of pleasure and some pain when Yoongi reaches between your thighs to pinch at your swollen clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips.

“Go on and make Jungkookie cum baby, don’t be a selfish little slut.” Yoongi purrs as he slows his hips down to a sensual grind. “Hold it in for me sweetheart, good girls cum when they’re told to.”

Jungkook on the other hand loses it when you make eye contact with him, he grabs on to your hair tightly and begins fucking up into your mouth. His balls press snug against your chin as he rolls his hips quickly. “Shit, shit baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he shudders as he tightens his grip, “just a little more for me.” He moans.

Not wanting to disappoint him you swallow around his cock and moan loudly, letting the vibrations travel as you flick your tongue on the underside of his cock where a particularly sensitive vein lies. Jungkook’s poor cock throbs as the first few spurts of warm cum shoot down your throat. He lets out a long moan, eyes slipping shut and head falling back in pleasure, “Shit.”

Yoongi licks his lips and pulls you off of Jungkook’s cock, “Swallow for me.” He whispers, yanking your head back as he watches you greedily gulp down the cum. “That’s a good girl,” he licks his lips and delivers hard punishing thrusts, “gonna cum all over that pretty ass sweetheart.” He closes his eyes and groans.

Your cunt throbs in excitement as you shakily whimper and hide your face in Jungkook’s thighs. “P-Please, ‘m so close,” you sob softly it gets harder to hold your orgasm back, and you do NOT want to be a bad girl.

Yoongi suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as you whimper from the loss. You hear him rip the condom off and toss it on your ass. “Fuck,” he hisses as he strokes his cock rapidly, “turn over for me.”

You shakily comply and push yourself off of Jungkook, lying on your back and staring up at Yoongi with those sweet puppy eyes of yours. He aims his cock down at your lower tummy and spills all over, hissing through his teeth as he tips his head back and sighs. You watch with teary eyes, this isn’t fair! They got to cum but you didn’t!

“Don’t you pout at me, I haven’t forgotten you yet.” Yoongi sighs, utterly relaxed from his strong orgasm as he wedges himself between your thighs, “You did so well for me puppy, sit back and relax.”

His hot mouth ghosts over your pussy until you feel his lips wrap around your clit. You cry out in sensitivity and reach up to hold on to Jungkook’s hands while Yoongi begins ferociously eating you out. He eats you like a man starved, basically making out with your cunt at this point.

“Mm..! Mmm..!” Your head is thrown back, mouth agape as he spits on your cunt and traces your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook gently hushes you, “Just let go for me baby.” He leans down to smooch your cheek and whisper words of encouragement.

The praises are what leads to your orgasm. A loud cry escapes out of you and you’re left shaking on the couch as you cum harder than ever with your clit in Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi slurps up the mess he made on your cunt as he pulls back to pant softly, “Good girl, look at you.” He whispers as he watches your chest rise and fall.

You pout your lips up at Jungkook for a kiss and he easily complies without hesitation. You happily sigh into his mouth and relax under both men. Jungkook for the most part ignores Yoongi and murmurs against your lips if you’re okay. You think he’s so sweet for that and it makes you melt even further.

“Are you guys getting the fuck off my couch anytime soon? I gotta clean this shit before Seok wakes up.” Yoongi says now standing as he smokes the rest of the blunt he and Jungkook were sharing earlier. “I have a magical thing called a bathroom where you can do this thing we call freshening up.”

“Fuck off.” Jungkook snorts as he gently gathers you in his arms, “Leave my baggy out there and we’ll be on our way after we freshen up.” He says as he lifts you up and begins carrying you off down the hall. You pass by Yoongi mumbling a ‘I have to go peepee remember?’ to which Jungkook replies, “Yes you do baby, ‘less you want a STI.”

Yoongi stands there with a unreadable expression, “Get the fuck out of my house.” He rolls his eyes and begins cleaning. (He doesn’t mean it though..)

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[littlewoodblack]

Girl’s Night at The Burrow by Me ✨

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Pairings: George Weasley/reader (fem)

I wrote this when I was like 15 and originally posted it on wattpad, then ao3, and now this lovely platform.

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My favorite fanfic theme, TENSION ❤️❤️

1.6k words

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Shouts and laughs fill the air of the Weasley’s living room, except they’re all emitted from loud and rowdy boys that should really be in bed right now. The only reason they aren’t is because Arthur persuaded Molly into letting them stay up until midnight seeing as it is summer break and on summer break, the children should be having fun.

“Get ready for bed, boys!” Molly’s voice echoes through the house from the kitchen.

“What? No way! It’s an hour till midnight, mum.” Ron rejected.

“I know dear,” she returned to her calm motherly voice, “It’s just for tonight, pip pip.”

I was handed an excruciatingly hot mug from her which appeared to be cocoa. Bye bye finger prints, now I’m free from the law, I guess. Ginny pushed her seat back with a sigh to excuse herself.

“No, no, Ginny sit back down, you’re staying here. So are you, Y/N.”

Ginny and I exchanged perplexed glances at one another as we mentally analyzed the passing week to discover anything we might have done wrong that we would be in trouble for. Molly walked away to the kitchen, presumably to make another hot chocolate for Ginny or herself.

In her absence, I whispered to Ginny, “did you do anything bad??”

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“Nothing she knows about.” She whispered back, mirroring my clueless demeanor.

The second hot chocolate was placed on a coaster and slid to Ginny, who soon burnt her tongue.

“Now I know you’re wondering why I put everyone to bed”, a smug smirk appeared on her face and she placed her hand on her hips, “but it’s been ages since I’ve got to have a good girl talk and pampering. I brought a muggle face mask and- oh. Where do you suppose Hermione is at?”

“Did you tell her to stay down?” Ginny asked with an ice cube resting on her tongue.

“Oops.” Molly went to make yet another hot chocolate while I ran up to our room to find her, on the way being stopped in my tracks by George leaving the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped upon his waist and wet hair dripping water everywhere which Ron will probably step on later with socks by accident and throw a fit about. George is not the stoic and mysterious person he thinks he is, especially since the blushy tint of his cheeks was very obvious.

“Why have you not got any pajamas on yet?” He looked me up and down.

“Why’ve you not even got a shirt on?”

“Uh, well, do you like, wear your clothes in the shower or something?”

“Only when I’m feeling spontaneous.” With that sarcasm, I pushed past him in an attempt to hide the blush that I can definitely feel, and that he definitely noticed.

“MIONE!” I frantically knock on the door, internally withering away at the thought of George.

“BLIMEY, WHAT??” Her book falls to the floor when she reaches to hold her heart after being startled.

“Sorry. You’re not supposed to go to bed yet, we’re having a girls night.”

“Oh well okay”, she crawls out of bed, “wish I got the memo earlier, though”

She walks ahead of me with one of her blankets wrapped over her shoulders.

“Ah, good.” Molly waddles over to the table with more mugs and headbands are laid out already, along with a jar of bentonite clay. Hermione takes a seat and grabs the plush bunny headband.

“Y/N do you want the leopard print one or the bear one?” asks Ginny.

“Whatever one you don’t want”

She tosses me the leopard print one. “Damn.”

“If you wanted the bear one, you should have said so when I gave you the chance.” She rolls her eyes.

“No, no, the leopard print one is… nice.”

The hot chocolate is stubborn to cool off, but that’s never stopped me.

“So you fancy George?” Hermione is now applying the clay.

I nearly spat out my drink which would have been better than choking on it as I did. Ginny’s jaw dropped.

“I knew it!” Molly seems overjoyed as she slams her hands on the table.

“Hermione. I love you, but what the hell.”

She seems to be unconcerned- as if what relationship I could potentially have with George is clearly a matter of fact. How a scientist might discuss data.

“Sorry, isn’t that what you’re supposed to talk about at ‘girl time’?”

“Well… yeah, actually. I just wasn't expecting that in the slightest.”

“At least we know you wouldn’t be rejected.” Ginny says, also in a matter-of-fact tone while sipping her cocoa.

“Sorry?”

Molly is doing her best to withhold her glee, “Well it’s obvious, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Oh come on! He never shuts up about you. Everybody knows about his crush on you.”

“Everybody except me, apparently???” I’m flabbergasted, “how do you know?”

“Oh, well I don’t know, maybe cause he shoves our stuff over to sit next to you, or cause he’s always staring at you, or cause he steals your stuff, or cause-”

“I think she gets it, mum.” Ginny interrupts.

“No, no, no keep going, keep going.”

“This is something I think is especially cute,” Molly scrunches her shoulders up, “when he knows you’re coming over, he cleans his room and puts on fresh clothes.”

“He does all the stuff in the book Y/N, honestly, come on” Ginny says.

Hermione adds, “And you eat it up, you just don’t know it.”

I put my face in my hands. “Hermione help me.”

“With what?”

“When I went up to get you I bumped into him after he got out of the shower and he was shirtless and I was a blushing mess and there’s no way he couldn’t have noticed.”

“Oh, so that’s what was wrong with you.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Flirt back.” Ginny shrugged.

“Easy for you to say.”

After Molly takes off her mask, she rips open a bag of what she calls “muggle chips” and pours them into a bowl so tackily decorated, you’d only find it in the china cabinet of a very old lady.

“Where’d you get all the muggle stuff?”

“Mostly Hermione, but the weird things laying around like this, uh…” she pokes at a pocket sized flashlight laid on the side table of the couch, “that’s Arthur.”

I get up and look out the window to see the surrounding field, filled with the chirps of crickets enjoying the summer air. Ginny follows. The moon hangs like a plate in the sky and stars are spattered in all directions around it.

“It’s the prettiest thing in the world”

“Not in George’s opinion.”

“Ginny, drop it!” I shot her a lightheartedly serious look and we went to sit back down.

Footsteps thumped down the stairs, and the room dropped to a dead silence. My back was to the rest of the house and I couldn’t see who approached, but given Ginny and Hermione’s wide-eyed stares into my soul and Molly covering her mouth with her hand, I could assume the worst. I heard water pour from the pitcher behind me.

“Pretty hopping party, huh?” George took a look around. “When I’m with my friends, I like to sit with my back perfectly straight in deafening silence too.”

“George, go to bed.” Molly was stern.

“But I wanna come to girls’ night.”

“You’re lacking some plumbing.” Ginny giggled.

“I can trash talk people just as well as you lot can.” He leaned onto my chair with his hand resting on my shoulder, still sipping water, “did you see Freddie’s outfit today, woof. As if we’re not dealing with enough right now.”

I folded over in my chair snickering. Unbeknownst to me, he looked at Ginny and mouthed a triumphant, “yes!” to her, delighted to make me laugh.

“Go!” Molly swatted him with a headband, which he dodged only with his hips and kept himself in the exact same spot.

“I keep telling him to stay away from yellows since they wash out his features, you know, but he never listens.

“George.”

“Alright, alright”

Once he had left, Hermione squealed, “That was so adorable!”

Ginny cheered, “Aww little Georgie’s in love.”

Again, with my face in my hands I gasped “Okay, you’re right, Mione.”

“About?”

“I like him. He makes my heart drop to my stomach when I see him. He has the cutest smile ever.”

“You should tell him!” Molly is ecstatic.

“Maybe. Maybe one day.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows, “If you put it off too long, then I’m going to tell him myself.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”

I abruptly left my seat and walked to the bathroom for a second alone to have a reality check. The hallway to the bathroom matches the scrappy but warm vibe of the house with hanging hand-knit tapestries adorning the wall and random shoes shoved to the corners of the floor.

“OH-” I let out a yelp.

“Shh” said George, who apparently was lingering around the corner the whole time.

“You nosy little-”

He cut me off with a kiss. His hands gripped on my cheeks and my hips. If I weren’t as stunned as I am, I might have noticed the warmth and smooth texture of his lips, or his strong frame holding me up, or even the cologne he wears just for me.

“You have a cute smile, too.”

“You’re pathetic, George.” I lay my head into his collarbones.

Into my ear, he whispers, “I love you”, then retreats back to his bedroom, blowing a kiss on the way.

“Good night.”

[mackenzielovee]

protection (6) ari levinson

summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.

pairing: dbf! ari x reader

warnings: swearing, verbal arguments, daddy kink, kissing, degrading language, angst

wc: 5.4k

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     You wake the next morning and immediately begin replaying the events from the night before in your head. Dinner with your father had been awkward — he’d spent the entire meal asking you about your goals, where you see yourself in ten years, and if you ever dreamed of getting married. 

What type of man do you hope to marry?

Do you want to have children? 

Do you want your husband to be the primary provider of the household?

The questions spin around in your mind, and the answers you’d given had sounded robotic at best. Now, you lay staring up at the ceiling, wondering where those questions came from. 

     Eventually, you rise from bed and tuck on a zip-up jacket over your tank top, then make your way downstairs. The kitchen is empty and the house is eerily quiet, but you don’t pay too much attention to that. 

You pour a cup of coffee and decide to head back upstairs to get ready for the day, silently planning on what you need to do. You freeze, however, when you hear Ari’s raised voice come from the direction of your father’s office. Out of curiosity, you inch closer and closer, praying you won’t get caught by one of your father’s men. 

“No, Christopher. Out of the fucking question. I can’t believe you’re even considering this!” Ari shouts. 

“It would be good for the deal,” your father says, sounding completely rational and emotionless, “She’s my daughter. She’ll do what I ask.”

“She shouldn’t fucking have to,” Ari fires back, “Anything could happen to her. The inability to close this goddamn deal shouldn’t be putting her in danger.”

“She won’t be in danger, Ari. I would never put her at risk, you know that. Care to explain why you’re so worked up over this?”

The silence is deafening, and your grip tightens around your mug. Your mind races with possibilities as to what the two men could be discussing as you try to picture Ari standing over your father’s desk. His hands on his hips, jaw clenched. He’s probably shaking his head as he tries to form a rebuttal; the image is enough to make you smile even as they argue. 

“I just don’t understand why we’re falling into this high school game with these guys. I can close this deal, Chris. This doesn’t need to happen.”

“Really? Because, if you could close it, it would be closed by now,” your father replies. 

“Fuck you, just give me more time.”

Your father sighs, and both men are silent for a moment. You take one step back, then another, almost too scared to hear your father’s response. 

“Fine,” he snaps, “But, one of these days, you’re going to have to look me in the eye and tell me why you care so goddamn much about who my daughter dates.”

The room falls silent, and when you hear Ari’s boots against the floor, you hurry away. You take the stairs two at a time, careful not to spill your coffee while still trying to get out of sight as fast as possible. 

When you reach your room, you set the coffee mug down on your nightstand, then crawl into bed and pull the blankets up to your chin. 

Ari’s words replay in your head along with your father’s, but you make no greater progress on figuring out what the hell they’re talking about. You silently beg and plead for Ari to come upstairs and explain it all, even though you know he isn’t aware you even made it downstairs at all. 

     It’s lunchtime when you manage to go downstairs again, bringing your empty coffee mug with you. This time, the house is full of motion — men coming in and out of the house with purpose. As soon as your feet hit the marble of the first floor, Javier steps out from behind the wall and gives you a tight smile. 

“Good morning,” he says quickly, dropping his eyes after a minute, “More coffee?”

“What?” you question. 

He eyes the empty coffee mug in your hand, then looks back up at you. 

“Would you like some more coffee?”

“Oh,” you shake your head, “No, thank you. Um, how are you?”

“I’m fine,” he replies, then looks over to another few men entering the house and approaching your father’s office, “Come on. Let’s go somewhere else.”

You follow him as instructed, thrown off by the hustle and bustle of the house in the middle of the week. He guides you into the kitchen, which is far enough from your dad’s office that you know you’ll be safer — especially with Javi. 

He’s silent as he begins to wash your coffee mug. Awkwardly, you take a seat at the bar and watch him, taking note of the fact that he never once looks up at you. You wonder if Javier knows anything about the conversation between Ari and your father, and if he’s willing to talk about you given the fragile state of your relationship. 

“Javi,” you say quietly, “Can we talk?”

He doesn’t look up, “About what?”

“Well,” you clear your throat, “Vick told me that you refused to pick me up yesterday, and—”

“Darling!”

You look up as your father enters the kitchen, and flashes back to his earlier conversation with Ari run through your mind. 

“Hi, Dad,” you say, your voice a little less enthusiastic than it usually is given his statements made this morning, “A lot of meetings today?”

He smiles and embraces you even though you make no motion for it, then kisses your temple. You try not to think about how his best friend’s mouth was in that same spot a mere twelve hours ago. 

“Oh, you know how the business works,” he replies, not giving you a straight answer — as if he ever would. 

“Right,” you mutter, “Where’s A— Mr. Levinson?”

Javier looks up at you as you stumble over what to call Ari, but your father doesn’t bother looking at you. The men exchange a meaningful glance before he smiles, brushing off whatever he and Javier were silently discussing. 

“He’s not here, honey,” he replies absentmindedly, “Any plans for your day?”

You shrug, “I need to get my nails done for the charity event.”

And a wax. And, maybe, some lingerie. 

Javier pours a cup of coffee and slides it to your father, who is in the middle of checking his phone. His response is delayed, distracted, and you look down to your lap.

“Javier will take you,” he says without looking up, “I have to make a call. Excuse me, darling. See you for dinner, okay?”

You just nod, letting him kiss your forehead before rushing off — not before he presses his phone to his ear. When you look back at Javier, he doesn’t allow himself to meet your gaze. Sighing, you stand, your voice coming out quieter than it was before. 

“Vick can take me out,” you tell him softly, “I’ll see you later.”

You’re sure he’s going to let you walk away; clearly conflicted with some emotion that he isn’t willing to share. You care because you miss the way he dotes on you, the way he listens to you when nobody else does. Now, it feels as if that’s gone between you. 

“Bonita,” he stops you, sounding as if he’s cursing himself for speaking up. 

You turn, meeting his eyes and giving him a soft smile at the nickname. He visibly relaxes at the sight, and you feel victorious. 

“Yes?”

“I’ll take you,” he says, “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Javi,” you smile. 

He nods, and just as you turn, he speaks again, “About yesterday. I’m sorry I didn’t come get you. Vick told me this morning that you were concerned that I hate you.”

You swallow, squirming under the pressure of his gaze. If Vick told Javier that, who knows what else they discuss. Until now, you’ve never thought about it. Until now, you’ve never had anything to hide from them. 

“I’m just used to you coming for me,” you mumble. 

This brings a smile to his lips. 

“I won’t let you down again,” he promises, then nods toward the hall, “Whenever you’re ready, we can go.”

You give him a grateful smile, then turn and exit the kitchen. Just like that, Javier has healed that broken bit inside you. The thought of losing his gaze, his appreciation, his heart, makes you sad, but no part of you wants to explore why. 

     Things snap right back into place with Javier as he takes you out — Mateo joining the both of you but not saying much the entire trip. You check your phone consistently, just in case Ari reaches out, but you hear nothing. Part of you wonders if he will care that you’re out, but you shake that thought from your head. 

You feel like a new and improved woman with a fresh and complete manicure, and when Javier stepped up to pay, using your father’s credit card, Ari’s credit card felt a million times heavier in your wallet. 

When you get home, you thank Javier and Mateo, then head upstairs to change and squeeze in a workout before dinner. You’re unsure if Ari is in the house or not, but you’ve resigned to leaving him to take care of whatever business he was so worked up about this morning. Your head spins around the conversation, and you’d physically bitten down on your tongue several times so as not to ask Javier about it. 

Waiting for you in your bedroom, however, is a surprise. You don’t notice it at first, but when you do, your breath hitches. A fresh bouquet of red roses sits on your nightstand beside a Tiffany’s box, and you stare at it for far too long, afraid it might disappear if you get any closer. 

You pluck the card from the bouquet carefully, then turn it over. Ari’s attempted neat handwriting has your heart racing as your finger traces over each letter. 

Away for work. I’ll be back in time to see you in your gorgeous dress. Be good for me. 

You smile at the card, even though your heart sinks at the thought of not seeing him for a few days. Then, you pick up the Tiffany’s box and pull it open, allowing the jewelry to take your breath away. 

A pearl pendant stares up at you from its place in the box, and immediately, you’re desperate to put it on. Before you can, however, your phone starts to ring. Ari’s name lights up your screen, and you pounce on the call. 

“Hi,” you say into the phone, breathless from his gift. 

“Hi,” he replies, “Did you get my present?”

You grin, “Yes. How did you even know I was home?”

You know he must have left this for you while you were out, which means he knew. He chuckles into the phone, and your heart skips. 

“Saw you on the cameras,” he says, as if it’s obvious, “I linked them to my phone, or whatever the fuck.”

“Wow,” you laugh, “Very technologically advanced for someone your age.”

He scoffs, “I’m not that old, baby.”

Your smile widens and you let another laugh escape your lips. For a moment, you’re still unsure of what to say; how to express your gratitude for such a beautiful gift.

“Ari,” you whisper, “This is beautiful. I love it so much.”

“I’m glad,” he replies, sounding slightly smug, “Got your nails done, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” he hums, “Funny. I didn’t get an alert that my card was used.”

You snort, “You just bought me a three thousand dollar necklace.”

You can practically see him rolling his eyes through the phone. The image makes you smile regardless. 

“I told you, from now on, use my card,” he lectures. 

“Why is that so important?”

“Because, I—” he stops himself, and your heart lurches as you beg him silently to finish his thought, “I want to take care of you. Can you quit being so damn bratty and let me pay for your shit, please?”

You giggle before you can help it, and the breathy laugh that Ari returns brings butterflies to your stomach. 

“Alright, I promise,” you answer. 

“Thank you,” he huffs, “Listen, baby, if your dad says anything to you about the charity event, I need you to tell me. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” you say immediately, then add, “Why?”

Ari sighs, and you can tell he’s debating how best to say it. You don’t bail him out; you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts. 

“He wants to get you a date. And, you and I both know, that is not happening.”

You gasp, blurting out your first thought, “He wants me to open my legs for a business deal?”

“What?” Ari snaps, “That is not what I said.”

“But that’s what he’s doing, is it not?”

“Listen to me. The only person opening up those sexy legs is going to be me, so you have nothing to worry about. I’m taking care of it. Just be aware and do not agree to anything.”

“Okay,” you mumble, turned on by his words and adding a gentle, “Miss you, daddy.”

The groan that escapes Ari’s lips is unholy, and it makes you bite down hard on your bottom lip. 

“Don’t you fucking dare get me hard right now, Y/N,” he growls into the phone. 

“Sorry,” you reply innocently, listening to him sigh.

“I have to go, baby. My cell’s gonna be out of service for a bit, so take this number down in case you have an emergency.”

You do as he says and type out the phone number in a note, then return to the call. Not a single part of you is ready to hang up the phone. 

“Be careful, Ari. Promise you’ll be home for the charity thing?”

He scoffs, “I wouldn’t miss it. Not with you in that dress.”

“Can’t wait,” you smile, “See you soon.”

“Be good.”

“No.”

You disconnect the call then with a giggle and sparks flying in your stomach, knowing Ari is shaking his head at you. Your phone dings with a text, and you grin. 

Not funny, princess. 

Your response comes in half a second. 

Sorry, daddy. 

     The next few days, you do your best to keep your mind as occupied as possible. The only time you hear from Ari is late the night after you spoke to him on the phone. He asked you for pictures, which you sent without a second thought — taken special for him — and he returned a picture of his seed covering his hand and the base of his cock. 

Things between you and Javier return to normal, which you’re thankful for. Your father remains distant the way he was in the kitchen on the morning you heard him and Ari fighting, but you don’t let it impact you. After what Ari told you about your dad’s little deal, you’re not in the mood to put up with him. 

Javier takes you to dance and picks you up, seemingly thrilled to do so. He proudly holds a matcha for you when you come out, and when his hand sets itself on your lower back as you leave the studio, you don’t push him away. 

When you get home, you sit at the bar in the kitchen while Javier stands at the stove with grilled cheese ingredients in hand. All you can think about is Ari — if he truly will keep his promise and come home tomorrow for the event, so you don’t have to go with some random, power hungry man who is only interested in you for one reason. 

“Hey, Javi?” 

He notices the shyness, the insecurity in your voice immediately, then looks up from the stove to you. 

“Yes?”

“Um,” you start, looking down at your lap, “Do I— Is my dad really going to make me take a date tomorrow night just so he can close a deal?”

Javier presses his lips into a line, then turns back to the stove. He shuts it off and removes the sandwich from the pan, placing it on a plate. 

“You know I can’t discuss business with you, bonita.”

You frown, “It’s not business, Javier, it’s my father offering me up like a whore—”

“No,” he snaps immediately, walking over to you and setting the sandwich down on the counter before stepping in front of you, “Ari told you that?”

“No. I overheard them talking about it.”

Javier sighs and steps even closer, cupping your cheek in his palm. It’s his way of comforting you, you’re sure, and you lean into him when the pad of his thumb brushes across your cheek.

“The business is complicated. Your father has to bluff sometimes. But, I promise you, I’m not going to let anything happen to you tomorrow. Okay?”

Slowly, you nod, “Okay. Do you know when Ari’s coming back?”

Javier’s chest deflates, but the question doesn’t deter him. He keeps those big, brown eyes focused on you, and his thumb continues its quest across your cheek. 

“No,” he says sternly, “You know, he’s not the only one around here that can keep you safe.”

“I know,” you answer, an alarm bell sounding in your head. 

“You don’t need him.”

When he takes another step closer, setting his free hand on the back of your chair, you start to squirm. 

“Javier—”

“I mean it, bonita, you don’t need a man like him in your life.”

You snort, “Oh, but I suppose you’re so much better than him?”

Javier pulls back only slightly, but it’s enough for you to escape from around him. He shakes his head and holds his hands up in defense, then steps back. 

“Maybe I am. What’s so hard to believe about that?” he asks, his tone bitter. 

“You don’t know anything about him,” you remark. 

“Oh? And you do? He opens up to you while you’re on your knees for him?”

You physically draw back at his words, and Javier’s face melts. He starts to shake his head, as if trying to take the words back, but it’s too late and he knows it. 

“Nice,” you mutter, “Thanks, Javier.”

“No—” he says, his voice cracking as you start to exit the kitchen, “No, bonita, wait—”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you snap. 

Javier freezes at the harsh words directed at him, and you take the opportunity to bolt out of the kitchen. He doesn’t follow you, and when you get up to your room, you close and lock the door, then hurry to your bed. You call Ari’s cell first, but it goes straight to voicemail. Then, you scroll until you find the emergency number, and just as your thumb hovers over it, you pull back. 

Telling Ari about what Javier did and that he knows about the two of you could mean subjecting Javier to violence on Ari’s part. Even though he hurt your feelings, part of you is conflicted on what the right move is. 

If Ari calls, you think. If he calls, I’ll tell him everything. 

You fall onto your bed with confidence that you’re making the right choice, even though you know deep down that Ari Levinson will not be calling your phone tonight. 

     You stand in front of your bathroom mirror, staring at yourself in your dress, and silently place the necklace Ari got you around your neck. Your makeup and hair are done, shoes are on, but the jewelry was your last piece. You smile when you see it, hoping Ari loves it, too.

Except, he’s not back. You haven’t heard a word from him,  and every ounce of you is trying not to pounce on your phone and dial that number he gave you for emergencies only. 

“My love? Ready to go?”

Your father yells at you from downstairs, and with one last squirt of perfume and a long sigh, you decide to give up. Give up on Ari, give up on kissing him, touching him, having him. He makes promises he can’t keep, and the impact that behavior has on your mood is too intense. 

Whipping open the door, you start down the stairs. Your father stands at the bottom in his best suit, and he gives you a wide smile, then extends his hand for you to take. 

“You look beautiful, darling,” he says proudly. 

“Thank you,” you reply, giving a tight smile. 

“Are you ready for a great night?”

You try not to roll your eyes as you say, “Yep.”

“That makes two of us,” he answers. 

“Three, actually.”

Your eyes widen at his voice, and you can’t help but spin around to see if it’s true. 

It is. 

He’s there, looking handsome as ever in a black suit and the red tie you got for him. He grins at you and lets his eyes float over your body, wrapped up in the dress he requested. Your father emits a low growl that you barely hear because you’re still so immersed in Ari. 

“You made it,” your father says in greeting, but his tone is clipped. 

“Of course I did,” Ari answers him, then looks back at you, “I promised.”

You smile widely and bite your lip, squirming without realizing it as you try to fight off the urge to jump on him. Your father grabs your hand and squeezes it tight, keeping you in place beside him. 

“And the deal?”

Ari smirks, “Marcus will call within the hour.”

Your father’s grip tightens on your hand, and his jaw clenches as Ari reveals that he closed the deal. You beam and you don’t even care who recognizes it; you just want Ari to know how happy you are that he’s here. 

“Wonderful,” your father mutters. 

“Should we go?” Ari asks, then shifts his gaze to you again, “I’d be happy to take her in my car. I’m sure she won’t want to crawl up into the Tahoe in that dress.”

Your father’s jaw ticks, “She’s fine.”

“I’ll go with Mr. Levinson, Dad,” you speak up, removing your hand from his. 

“Like hell you will,” he replies. 

“Sir,” Javier appears in the living room, wearing a blue suit and pressing his phone to his ear. When he sees you, his eyes rake over every inch of you, and when he sees Ari, his jaw clenches. 

“What is it, Javier?”

“Marcus is on the line for you,” Javier replies, “I pulled the car around.”

“Take the call, Chris,” Ari urges, “I’ve got her.”

“Vick will stay behind and ride with you,” he announces before stepping toward Ari, knowing he needs to take the call, “Right behind us, Levinson.”

“Alright, Chris,” Ari replies smugly. 

Your father and Javier exit the living room; Javier’s eyes lingering on you and Ari for a beat too long. You narrow your eyes at him and he drops his gaze to the floor, then follows your father out of the house. 

“Ari—”

He stops you by placing his hands on your hips and guiding you backward, tucking you against the wall. He pins you against it and presses his body up against yours, then nudges your nose with his to get you to angle your face just right. 

“I’m ready to get on my goddamn knees for you in this dress, baby,” he says, his voice deep.

You grin, “So, you like it?”

“I love it,” he admits, leaning dangerously close to your lips, “I missed you.”

Your heart drops to your feet, and you swear, if you could pick it up and hand it to him, you would. 

“You did?”

“I did,” he confirms, then raises a brow, “Didn’t you miss me?”

You smile and grab ahold of his suit jacket, then tug on it in an attempt to bring him even closer. 

“Of course, daddy,” you whisper, “Um, will you— Can you—”

“Can I?” he questions, trailing off as he waits for you to finish your request. You can tell by his expression that he already knows what you want, but he’s going to make you ask for it. 

“Kiss me,” you squeak, “Please.”

His smile widens, “That stipulation of yours is gonna get me into a lot of trouble, isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you nod, beaming as you pull him in. 

He cups your cheeks in his hands and pulls you up, nudging your nose with his again before he finally, finally slots his mouth over yours. 

He groans and so do you the second you taste each other. Your grip tightens on his suit jacket and his on your cheeks, and when his tongue skims your bottom lip, your knees buckle. 

“Baby,” Ari chuckles as he wraps his arm around your waist to support you, “Need me to hold you up?”

You laugh, already tugging him back in, “Yes, please. Come back.”

He snickers and falls right back into you, and this time, you invite his tongue to meet yours. You can’t believe he’s finally kissing you, finally giving you what you’ve been begging for. You can feel his beard, and you let out a moan when his lips travel to your jawline, then down your neck. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Levinson. Ma’am.”

You gasp and shove Ari’s shoulders. He sighs and takes his time pulling off of you, clearly not thrilled to be interrupted. Vick stands in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets, staring at the floor so as to pretend like he can’t see a thing. 

“What is it, Vick?” Ari grunts, keeping his arms around you. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just that we really have to be going.”

Ignoring that, Ari turns back to you and presses one last kiss to your lips, then pats your ass twice. 

“Go fix your lipstick, baby. We’ll go when you’re ready.”

You nod, reaching up to wipe a bit of smeared lipstick from the corner of his mouth. 

“Be right back,” you say. 

He grabs your wrist before you can make it far from him, earning your eyes back on him. 

“Bring the tube. I want your lipstick print on my collar when we go in.”

You bite down on your bottom lip and nod again, then head back up the stairs. Your heels tap against the floor and you hurry while grabbing the lipstick tube from your bathroom. When you return, Ari’s waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. You smile and take his hand, then hold up the tube in your free one. 

“I’ll reapply when we get there. I have a feeling it’s pointless for the car ride,” you say quietly, “What about Vick?”

You’re worried; Javier knows, now Vick. Ari merely shakes his head, easing your worries as he presses his lips to your forehead. 

“What about him?” he shrugs. His arm wraps around your waist and he nods his head, leading you toward the door. Vick stands in waiting, and opens the front door once you two are close. Silently, Ari pulls a crisp, folded one-hundred dollar bill from his pocket and holds it up for Vick to take. “You drive, Vick, and you don’t say one fucking word when we get there.”

Vick swallows and takes the money, “Yes. sir.”

     The drive to the event immediately becomes your favorite part of the night when Ari places you in the backseat, then climbs in himself. You feel bad subjecting Vick to it at first, but as soon as Ari pulls you into his lap and starts to kiss you, you forget everything. 

Before you get out of the car, Ari holds up his phone as a mirror for you to reapply your lipstick, then has you place a perfect print on his collar for everyone to see. It’s red, and it’s obvious that it’s yours, but no part of you cares when you see the smile on his face because of it.

Vick follows you and Ari out of the car and into the event. Ari offers you his arm and you take it proudly as the both of you walk in. When you see your father approaching the two of you, however, you drop your hand from around his bicep. 

“Pushing it a little, huh?” your father mutters, but reaches over and kisses your cheek for show. 

“You afraid of a little talk, Christopher?” Ari replies, but smiles at your father to keep up appearances, “If there’s something you want to say, say it.”

Expecting your father to be angry at that comment, your brows furrow when Javier steps over and whispers something in your father’s ear. Nodding, your father smirks victoriously. You catch Javier’s eye and he looks away, his expression regretful. You furrow your brows at him, then remember that you never told Ari that Javier knows what the two of you did in your bedroom. 

“I have nothing to say,” your father shrugs, then nods over Ari’s shoulder, “Just thought I could give someone else the opportunity.”

You stand innocently beside Ari — foolishly, you later admit — as three beautiful, adult women step over to the four of you. Suddenly, something in you feels like an imposter; like you’re just the kid playing dress up around the adults. 

“What the fuck is this about?” Ari hisses, glancing at the women only once before he moves to your father. 

“Nice to see you again, Ari,” one of the women says smugly. 

“Yeah, last time I saw you, well—” another one says. 

“Enough,” Ari grunts, silencing her. 

“Oh, I just talked to him,” the third girl says to the other two, giggling, “He called me a few nights ago. I swear, phone sex has never been that good.”

Your hand immediately falls from his arm, and suddenly, all you can hear is the buzzing in your ears. The motion attracts the girls’ attention, and they all look over at you. Javier shuts his eyes in defeat and lets his head fall, not wanting to see how it ends. 

“Aw, Ari, I didn’t know you had a…niece?” the blonde says, giving you a sassy smile, “Cute.”

“Shut the fuck up, Amber,” Ari snaps. 

Your father smiles proudly, smugly, like this is the only plan he has for the entire night. 

“I just thought it might be nice for everyone to have a clear idea of the type of man Ari Levinson really is. STD’s and all, right, Ari?”

Your breath escapes you, and when you gasp, Ari looks over at you. Tears well in your eyes at the idea that you haven’t heard from Ari in days, yet he’d talked to another woman while he was away. The thought never even crossed your mind, and you feel incredibly stupid when you realize that the two of you had never had that discussion. 

Ari claimed you, but he never offered up his own assurances. His own faithfulness. You shake your head, unwilling to meet his eyes out of fear that he will see your tears. 

“I need to get some air,” you say weakly, “Um—”

“I’ll take you outside,” Ari says, grabbing your arm.

You yank yourself out of his grasp, “No. I can’t—”

“Y/N, stop,” Ari groans. 

“Fuck you,” you mutter, wiping a stray tear from your cheek before turning. 

“Baby, seriously—”

“Touch my fucking daughter again, Levinson, I swear—”

“What the fuck will you do?”

You hurry away from the men, leaving them to argue without a care how it ends. You sniffle and wipe away a few more tears before cursing yourself for how stupid you feel, look, and are. The second you reach the glass door, you glance over your shoulder. Javier is standing a few feet away with regret written all over his face, and you stare at him for a long moment before he approaches you. 

Silently, you push open the glass door and step outside, and Javier follows. You know you’ll never be able to go outside without one of them, and a part of you is thankful it’s him. Even with your argument. 

Javier doesn’t say a word. You don’t want him to, and he knows that. He shrugs off his suit jacket and places it over your shoulders, then removes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. He takes a puff, then passes it to you. You take it from him and let the smoke fill your lungs, making your fingers and toes tingle and your heart ache a little less.

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[astrowaffles]

Here's To Never Growing Up

“My favourite story about Megumi as a kid is about when we were painting his bedroom,” Satoru began, laughing a little at his memory. “We were going with a dinosaur theme, so the walls were gonna be light green. Megumi takes one look at the colour he picked, yells ‘it looks like puke!’, throws up on the floor, and storms out. He got a pink bedroom the next week, and loved it.”

“You always tell that story,” Megumi complained. “It makes me sound like a spoiled brat.”

Gojo looked at him pointedly. “What happened when I tried to get you to bake cookies with me?”

“…..”

“You threw flour all over the kitchen, didn’t you?”

“I was five!”

“What about when I accidentally played Justin Bieber at your eighth birthday party?”

“I think crawling under the table to cry was justified. It was a horrible song.”

“And when Toge borrowed your wooden toy car?”

“…Yeah, alright, I guess I didn’t need to hit him over the head with it. Still, even if I was spoiled, isn’t that your fault?”

“Eh, I think you turned out alright in the end.”

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OR: let's talk about Gojo & Megumi.

“So, you’ve got a TV dad in season two,” the interviewer ventured. He crossed his legs. “How does that work for you? I mean, considering your legal dad is in the same show…”

“Have you seen season one?” Megumi enquired. “Like, did you follow the plot at all?”

“Um, are you referring to anything in particular?” The interviewer uncrossed his legs.

“Yeah, I am.”

“And what would that be…?” Crossed legs again.

“How about the scene where kid-me says ‘I don’t care about my dad, he’s an asshole’?”

Gojo hid a snicker behind his hand, trying (and failing) to pass it off as a cough. He cleared his throat. “Alright, Megs, let’s not get snappy-“

“No, no, it’s alright,” the interviewer hurried to assure him. “I quite understand why it would be a sensitive subject… I do apologise.”

Megumi nodded. “Alright, then. The character of my biological dad in the show is completely irrelevant to my character, as you would know if you’d seen JJK.”

Gojo nodded in agreement. “He literally abandons him, man. And then my character swoops in! So, in a way, I’m his TV dad after all.”

“Definitely more than the biological guy,” Megumi agreed. Gojo beamed at him.

The interviewer was nodding along. “Oh, totally, I do remember that episode. I just meant, how is it to have a real dad on TV, when in real life-“

Gojo slapped him.

“Yeah, it wasn’t my finest moment,” Gojo laughed. He was sprawled across the couch, taking up as much space as possible. His arm was around Megumi, who was sat in the remaining corner, legs curled around himself like a cat. “I stand by it though.”

“What’s worse was that Satoru was trying so hard to be nice to the guy,” Megumi sighed. “He was trying to stop me from being mean to him, but the questions just kept going…”

“Pretty much. Megumi tends to get very heated very fast with interviewers who mention the dad character, because he thinks they’re always leading him down Trauma Lane. He was getting better at staying calm, and then that interview came along. We blacklisted the question after that.” Gojo pushed his sunglasses up his nose, and stretched his legs out in front of him. Megumi rolled his eyes.

“Stop stretching out like that, Toru. You’re kicking the table, look.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Gojo grinned at the camera. “See, he’s always keeping me in line. Imagine how bad things have to be before he starts being rude!”

“Haters will say it’s an overreaction,” Shoko commented, taking a sip of her coffee. “But I’m not a hater.”

“And that’s saying something, because she hates everything else Satoru does,” Geto observed. “But I agree with her. To suggest that Megumi doesn’t have a ‘real’ dad, right in front of his dad’s face … there are so many things wrong with that, on so many levels.”

“See, he’s ever the voice of reason,” Shoko shrugged, jabbing her thumb towards Geto. “I literally don’t care. I’ve known that kid since he was three. I think Satoru should’ve just killed the interviewer.”

“I don’t know Megumi very well,” Geto clarified, “but I’m all for murdering the interviewer.”

Shoko stared at him. “Like, just on principle?”

“Just on principle.”

Silence.

“Well, I never expected that from Suguru, he always seemed so nice, but I did say it first, so-“

“Not that there’s anything wrong with not having a dad,” Yuji clarified. “I don’t. I live with my grandpa. But there’s a lot wrong with telling someone sat right next to their dad that they don’t have one.”

“Like, the moment he said ‘legal dad’, I thought, someone should slap him,” Nobara confessed. “You could tell right from the start that he was going somewhere he shouldn’t, and Megumi knew it too.”

“And the thing is, Megumi and Mr. Gojo have always been so obviously family. We’ve known since day one, even though they didn’t tell us until… day three?”

“Mr. Gojo totally just blurted it out,” Nobara giggled. “Megumi would’ve kept it a secret forever, but Mr Gojo was so proud…”

Itadori smiled at the memory. “Have you guys ever heard the story of how Megumi started acting?”

“What? No! Why haven’t I heard this before?” Nobara turned towards Yuji, giving the story her full attention. Yuji laughed.

“Don’t know, but I’m sure he won’t mind me telling you. Alright, so, before Mr. Gojo adopted him, he was his babysitter, right? Like, this was before Megumi’s dad- well, anyway. Mr. Gojo took him on set with him, because he had to be there and couldn’t leave Megumi by himself… Megumi was probably, uh, two or three. Mr. Gojo would be fifteen or something. And basically, Megumi thought Mr Gojo was so cool that he insisted on becoming an actor too. Mr. Gojo thought, why not, because he could give a helping hand if Megumi needed it. So, Megumi got signed up for an agency, and he got cast in his first show when he was four. And the rest is history.”

“Wait, so, Megumi’s an actor because he wanted to be like Mr. Gojo???”

“Yeah.”

“And he was just … naturally talented? No stage school or anything?”

“Yeah. The same as Mr. Gojo.”

“Shut up, is that true??? Oh my god-“ Nobara turned to the camera. “You heard it here first, guys. Megumi’s whole life trajectory was decided because he idolised his dad-to-be as a toddler- are you crying, Yuji?”

Yuji sniffed. “No. Only a little.”

“It was your story!"

“It’s just so beautiful!! They were meant to be!! Destined family! Doesn’t that make you want to cry too?!”

Nobara paused. “Yeah, actually. It kinda does.”

“A long time ago, when I’d just been adopted, Satoru sat me down at the table and said, ‘You don’t need to call me Dad. You don’t need to see me as your father. I just want to look after you.’ And, yeah, I still don’t call him Dad. But that’s who he is. He’s my dad. He has been for … as long as I can remember.” Megumi looked across at Gojo. “I owe him everything.”

“You don’t owe me shit,” said Gojo, fiercely. “You owe me nothing. You could spend all my money and kill my cousins and you’d still not owe me anything."

Megumi smiled. “You want me to kill your cousins, though.”

“True. Please kill my cousins, Gumi, I literally can’t stand another family reunion-“

“My character’s leopard print tie is inspired by Megumi,” Nanami informed the camera, a nostalgic smile on his face. “When he was younger – maybe ten? – he was obsessed with animals. I was transitioning out of a ridiculous phase at the time, and came to visit him wearing leopard print … he demanded to know if it was made of real leopard. He was absolutely incandescent. I’ll never forget it. He wouldn’t speak to me for weeks, even when I showed him the label to prove it was nylon.”

“You’ve known him for a long time, then?” someone behind the camera asked.

“A while, yeah. Since he was seven. Satoru used to say I was the only one he trusted to make sure the kid was fed while Satoru went to work. What he meant was, he didn’t want Shoko and her twenty cigarettes a day to go near a small child. She ended up quitting just so she could keep hanging out with her nephew. Megumi’s absolutely changed lives – and he’s such a talented man now. You have to give Satoru some major credit, he raised a good kid.”

“My favourite story about Megumi as a kid is about when we were painting his bedroom,” Satoru began, laughing a little at his memory. “We were going with a dinosaur theme, so the walls were gonna be light green. Megumi takes one look at the colour he picked, yells ‘it looks like puke!’, throws up on the floor, and storms out. He got a pink bedroom the next week, and loved it.”

“You always tell that story,” Megumi complained. “It makes me sound like a spoiled brat.”

Gojo looked at him pointedly. “What happened when I tried to get you to bake cookies with me?”

“…..”

“You threw flour all over the kitchen, didn’t you?”

“I was five!”

“What about when I accidentally played Justin Bieber at your eighth birthday party?”

“I think crawling under the table to cry was justified. It was a horrible song.”

“And when Toge borrowed your wooden toy car?”

“…Yeah, alright, I guess I didn’t need to hit him over the head with it. Still, even if I was spoiled, isn’t that your fault?”

“Eh, I think you turned out alright in the end.”

“It was a total take-a-guess-and-hope-it’s-right situation,” Shoko reminisced.

“For fifteen years?”

“Well, more like thirteen, but yeah. No-one tells you how to raise a kid, especially when you’re fifteen yourself. At first, we’d be giving Megumi back to his dad at the end of the day – but then again, all he did at home was go to bed, you know? Everything he learnt, he learnt from us or school. Completely insane.”

“I do have a very vivid memory of the first day of filming,” Geto said, mentally connecting a few dots. “Satoru and Megumi walked in together. Satoru was in a feather boa and pineapple shaped sunglasses, chattering away, and Megumi looked like a glitter factory had exploded in his face. He looked like he was having the worst day of his life, and he had noise-cancelling headphones on. The moment he spotted Yuji, he made a beeline for him – but then Satoru made a super offended noise, and Megumi literally froze in place. He immediately did a complete 180, and went and hugged Satoru, who patted his head and whispered something to him. That’s when I thought, these guys are the real thing. These are the people you want to model your family on.”

“They just understand each other on a different level,” Shoko agreed. “Megumi could be completely overstimulated and about to kill Satoru, but he’ll still hug him goodbye. I don’t know how he does it. If Satoru ever tried to hug me after talking my ear off for an entire car ride, I’d flip him off and go hang out with Yuji instead.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, he went straight back to Yuji,” Geto nodded. “I just thought their connection was so lovely.”

“Once, I was idly complaining about something- oh, yeah, it was that Nobara was getting a modelling gig,” Megumi began. “It wasn’t serious, it was just along the lines of ‘I’m not earning anything out of this except my actual pay, what the heck, this is unfair’, yada yada. But then this idiot goes, ‘Do you want a modelling contract? I’ll get you a modelling contract-‘”

“Listen, you were complaining about not having one, I could get you one,” Gojo said defensively. “What do you want me to say? ‘Sucks for you, shut up’?”

“No, but you knew I wasn’t serious! He literally picked up the phone and starts calling his agent-“

“Shoutout to Agatha, you’re a star-“

“He’s just so intent on me getting everything I want-“

“What am I for, otherwise??”

“And then he has the audacity to call me spoiled-“

“I think you’d make a good model, though!”

“I did actually end up getting a contract. Not through Toru, though. Through my own hard work-“

“And your pretty eyelashes.”

“-And my pretty eyelashes.”

“Oh, man, my favourite Gojo and Megumi memory? Probably when we went out for boba,” Yuji mused.

“Oh, yeah.” Nobara started scrolling through her phone. “I have pictures, hang on.”

“I mean, I’m used to parents coming to hangouts with us. They’re useful, because they drive us places and pay for stuff and all that. So I didn’t have a problem with Mr. Gojo coming with us, although I was surprised because I thought Megumi wouldn’t like spending time with his dad."

“Oh, how wrong you were,” Nobara sighed. She held up her phone to the camera. “They get along so well it’s ridiculous. We felt like third wheels to a father-son date, rather than Mr. Gojo being a third wheel to a group hangout.”

The camera zoomed in on the photo; it showed Megumi, Gojo, Yuji, and Nobara in a restaurant. Megumi and Gojo were on one side of the booth, Gojo’s arm over Megumi’s shoulders. Yuji and Nobara were opposite them. All four were smiling at the camera, though Megumi’s small smile stood out in contrast from the others’ beams.

“They’re a lot of fun to hang out with,” Yuji said. “Like, a lot. They’re ridiculous. Megumi would trip Mr. Gojo up in the street, and just keep walking, but if he reached the next bench and Mr. Gojo still hadn’t caught up, he’d turn round and wait for him. Mr. Gojo would stop halfway through a conversation just to make sure Megumi was doing something social, and not just ignoring us-”

“Sometimes he’d purposefully walk ahead with me, to force Megumi to talk to Yuji,” Nobara snickered.

Yuji nodded in agreement, cheeks tinged with pink. “He talks plenty if you can get him started. But anyway, Mr. Gojo bought us boba and let us do our thing, because I think he was super excited that Megumi had friends. It was kinda sweet.”

“That was probably the day we realised that they were father and son,” Nobara observed. “Like, logically, we knew. Like Yuji said, we knew from day one, it’s obvious. But you just don’t get it until you watch Gojo steal Megumi’s boba, or you see Megumi pull a pen out of his pocket because Gojo is always being struck with ideas that he has to write down immediately, or you see them walk in perfect sync, even when they’re not next to each other…”

“You’d genuinely think they shared DNA,” said Yuji, seriously. “And not even halves. You’d think they were clones, sometimes.”

“Uh, I think that’s a bit far,” Nobara disagreed. “They have different personalities.”

“Just wait until you Mr. Gojo do his feral scenes this season. You’ll see what I mean.”

“We make new favourite memories every day,” Gojo said. Megumi rolled his eyes and slapped Gojo’s shoulder. “What? It’s true! Just yesterday, you used a cookie cutter to make my carrots into different shapes because I complained about eating vegetables. I love that memory, just the same as I love remembering me doing that for you ten years ago.”

“He’s a sappy little shit,” Megumi told the camera. “He can’t help it.”

“It’s true, I can’t.”

“His actual answer is that he’s indecisive.”

“It’s true, I am.”

“He also apparently can’t answer for himself.”

“It’s true, I can’t."

“Do you ever STOP BEING ANNOYING-“

“If we’re talking favourite memories of all time, it’s got to be Megumi’s adoption,” Shoko decided. “Satoru cried. Megumi didn’t. Megumi was absolutely overjoyed, you could see it on his little face. I’d never seen such a big smile. I thought his face would split in half. And he’s never done it again; he went right back to being his grumpy self the day after.”

“I genuinely can’t imagine that,” Geto confessed. “Satoru crying or Megumi smiling, I just can’t see it.”

“Neither could I, until I did. You know what people say, about such-and-such having changed their brain chemistry? For me, it wasn’t a song or a book. It was watching my little nephew be able to fling his arms around Satoru, and call him Dad. That’s another thing he never did again, but he did then. It was the best day of all of our lives.”

“I don’t believe in destiny, but I do think it was inevitable,” Nanami pondered. “I mean, if there are infinite alternate universes, like scientists say, I don’t think there’s a universe where they aren’t father and son. Maybe sometimes they swap roles. Maybe there’s a universe where it’s biological, although imagining Satoru with a girl is …. unfathomable…”

“So you think it was written in the stars?”

“In a way. I think Satoru and Megumi are two incredibly stubborn, caring people, and they wouldn’t let something as small as an alternate universe stop them. In this universe, they were born and raised in the same area by people who were friends, and they came together naturally. In the next universe, maybe they find each other through Craigslist. We’ll never know.”

“I’m glad to have met Megumi, yeah,” Gojo said, like it was obvious. “After all, with him around, I get to play with Toast and Maple- ow, Gumi!”

“He actually only looks after me for the dogs,” Megumi told the camera, hand resting on Gojo’s shoulder, where he’d hit him moments before. “It’s a sad truth.”

Gojo sighed. “Alright, I see where we’re going. What do I have to bribe you with this time?”

“Airpods.”

“You already have airpods, you donut.”

“New ones. I want blue ones.”

“What, seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“And if I don’t buy them?”

“……….”

“Oh my god, fine.”

Megumi grinned. “Thanks, Toru!” He turned to the camera. “My dad is the best dad ever. He looks after me, feeds me, combs my hair, supports me emotionally, threatens interviewers for me-“

“And buys you Airpods.”

“And buys me Airpods. Everyone needs a Satoru. Thank you, and goodnight.”

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

A Wife’s Witness - A Guero/Reader One Shot Story.

Just a lil’ thing I had rolling around in my brain because of King Blorbo Boy Toy here, who is still refusing to move from the creative space in my brain! Enjoy :)

Words - 1,666

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You don’t question him as to why he smells like burned chemicals as he walks in, his lips finding the top of your head in a soft kiss. Instead, you witness his stripping off in silence, his clothes cast to the floor with careless abandon as he trudges to the bathroom, not getting on at him for being messy. When dread dances in his eyes, you see it. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.

Nobody ever said being the wife of an outlaw would be easy.  

Removing his belt, knife and wallet from his jeans, you collect them as well as the rest of his clothes, hanging his kutte up, heading into the tiny laundry room off the kitchen and putting them all into the machine, figuring they could benefit from a separate wash. You add more detergent than necessary, knowing they will need it to combat the stench, hearing the shower turn on across the hall.

You hover, watching him link his fingers behind his head as the water cascades down upon him, a soft groan leaving his mouth as the tension in his body eases a little for the influx of hot water. He needs a minute. When his day weighs heavy on him, you see it. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.  

Moving to the kitchen, you search the assembled bottles of alcohol, muttering a soft curse that you’re all out of his preferred choice, turning to the fridge to pull the vodka bottle out instead, pouring a large measure. Lingering there, the sound of the shower eventually being turned off is your cue to move, walking around to the bathroom, the sight of a damp Guero wrapped in a towel awaiting you.

Proffering the glass forth, you smile. “Sorry it isn’t your usual.”  

He puckers his lips at you, taking it gladly. “Baby, I’d drink your fucking nail polish remover right now if it’d gimme a buzz.” You laugh softly and he sinks the vodka in one neat gulp, wincing slightly, shaking his head in rapid motion. “Ugh. Isn’t my favourite, but it hit the spot.” He places the glass on the side of the sink, a weighted exhale leaving his chest as he reaches for you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Got my favourite right here.”  

You feel him smile against the side of your neck, a kiss laid where your pulse flutters gently, his shoulders easing as the warmth of you melts away the very last traces of everything that had weighed upon him.  

Turning your head, you kiss his cheek a couple of times, your fingers stroking soothing swirls across his back. “Want me to take you to bed?”  

He nods, lifting his head to look down at you. “Please. I need this day to end with something good.” When he needs to lose himself in you, you see it. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.  

His towel is abandoned along the way, the naked press of his body against your back scintillating. His hands reveal you to his gaze as you reach the bedroom, lowering your long nightie, letting the silky fabric flutter down to pool at your ankles. Soft kisses press against your spine, his fingers stroking your arms before he turns you, mouth upon yours, your bodies entwined as you hit the bed below.  

Shower fresh skin blankets yours, your fingers combing through his wet hair, Guero shifting immediately, body crawling back, wasting no time in tease. He needs you, a mouthful of you, his tongue running a slow, firm lick through your folds without hesitation.  

“Mmm, not that I’m complaining,” you begin.

“Better not be,” he interrupts with a smirk.

You push yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him. “Shouldn't this be about me making you feel good?"

He pauses, his lips placing a single kiss upon your inner thigh, eyes already blown from lust. “This is making me feel good. Now, shut up, lie back and let me wreck you with my tongue.” You’re never one for taking instruction, but those kinds of demands are hard to argue against.  

His tongue begins moving in serpentine over your clit, evoking a gasp, the action repeated slowly as he slowly teases the pleasure from you. Starlight pulses through you as he begins to suck, and your hands go to his hair as your hips rise, his hands sliding beneath to cup your ass cheeks, bringing you closer to the fever of his mouth as he kneads you.

You feel your insides twist and bloom, a ragged pant exiting your parted lips at the feel of his tongue tip working your clit fast and hard, alternating to roll slowly, pausing to suck. The heat of it snaps over your skin, splitting your nerves as you cry his name, hands fisting in his thick hair.  

“Mmm,” he murmurs against you. “So fuckin’ hot when you lose control.” He brings his fingers to the trickle at your opening, your dew hot as he slides them within, his other arm curling around your thigh, hand splayed in a wide, firm press at your abdomen. You don’t know why that press always feels so exquisite, glimmers racing to your very marrow, all you care is that it does.  

This man, he has his repertoire so finely tuned to cater your desires that you often think he somehow crawled beneath your skin to gather that information, to elicit a touch so perfect, drawing moans from you as his fingers sink deep, have you fluttering, his tongue rapid over your engorged little clit.  

“Guero, please. I need...”

He moves to kneel before your shaky, splayed legs, grasping his cock, stroking the head over your sodden folds. It burns a nirvana through you, just feeling him slide against your heat. “Yeah, I got what you need, baby.” The head of him snags at your opening before he’s parting you, your cunt suddenly very full, a shuddered breath leaving his mouth as he feels your walls hug on him, that aqueous velvet clench dizzying to his senses.  

You squeeze on him, and he pushes deeper, a bonfire of pleasure crackling through you as he leans to offer kisses steeped in filthy heat, moans spilling from his lips to yours like wine, his hands clasping your face. “Fucking love you so much.”  

Your eyes return the sentiment and so much more, your mouth hanging agape as he shows no mercy in beginning to pound you into the bed, your cries filling the room, hands tight upon his forearms. His cock scrapes sparks through your walls, spearing you hard, watching your face contorting in the ecstasy of taking the storm that is him inside of you.  

Lightning begins to flicker as he thumbs at your clit, a wet drag sending sizzling sensations skittering through your veins, the thick of him splitting you wide as you pant, your hands trawling over his body. He’s a decadent feast for your eyes, lean muscles decorated in a blanket of tattoos, his dark eyes focused upon you as your hands clasp upon him.  

You pull him into messy kisses, his forearms balancing his weight, mouth kissing a smoky path to your neck, teeth sharp as his cock glides effortlessly into your silken heat. His groans fill the air, sharp snaps of his hips sending you reeling, a wet suck from plump lips making your nipple furl. The soft bite he places upon your pebbled peak has you arching into him, his hands stroking scorching paths over your skin, rutting you a little faster as he begins to chase the light he can feel sparking in his depths.  

A sudden change of mind has you feeling bereft when he pulls from the clasp of your cunt, your soft whine sounding your reluctance to lose him. “S’okay, beauty. Just wanna feel this pretty little pussy gush on my tongue before I fill it with cum.”  

If there are erotic intentions you are fonder of hearing, he is yet to speak them.

His tongue is like a whirlwind upon your clit, his fingers holding you spread, heat snapping through you as he beckons forth your release, the noise of his mouth on your cunt sinfully dirty as he licks and sucks, groaning hungrily against the wet of you. “Yeah, baby. Gimme all those pretty moans.”  

You offer him an aria of bliss as each lick speeds you to full burn, the sizzle of pleasure roaring until you’re at full blaze, crying helplessly as every roll of that clever tongue sends you into orbit, Guero the sun, his heat lighting you up into a full blaze of dawn.  

You’re given no time to recover from such an earth shattering high, his cock arrowing into you once more, the filthy sound of his fuck echoing off the walls as he rails you voraciously. His hands grip yours, bringing one to his mouth, sucking your fingers as his eyes burn with dark fire. It feels like he’s remaking you around him as he grinds you deep, bliss fizzing to your bones, his muscles tightening as he groans wantonly around the suck upon your fingers.  

Pulling them from his mouth, you receive his body in your arms, nails dragging his back, another rolling orb tumbling down your spine, little pricks of pleasure coaxing another undoing from you as the fervid culmination strikes you both. You pant against kisses full of love and filthy indulgence as he sinks his release into you, his clammy body slowing, yet he doesn’t stop. Each wave of bliss flutters through you before his cock finally stills, his cum leaking from you, forehead rested to your shoulder.  

“Better now?”

Inky eyes look down upon you with adoration, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Always am when I’m inside you.”  

It’s true, this is no mere orgasm drunk pleasantry. You know because see it in his face, feel it in his body. You’ve witnessed it too many times by now.

[onstrangerthighs]

The Ugly Truth

Despite wishing her mother good night thirty minutes ago, Nancy’s eyes refuse to shut. Whenever she starts to drift off, she sees Barb crawling out from underground to blame her for what happened that night. Nancy would argue her case, but there’s no defense. She failed her friend. Barb hadn’t even wanted to go along in the first place! 

I’m going insane just lying here. Maybe some warm milk will calm me down.

She passes the bathroom on the way to the stairs. Mom’s not in the tub? I didn’t hear the water go off. Huh. 

The front door is open, and there’s the boy from Tina’s party who came speeding into Hawkins High School’s parking lot with his car radio on full blast. The boy Steve keeps staring at like a stunned fish. She’s shit with remembering names. Ben… something? 

Curiosity gets the better of her. She stays very still on the second step, ears and eyes peeled. 

Mom answered the door in her bathrobe? Nancy shifts her attention to Ben- no Billy, his name’s Billy. He seems… tense. Fidgety. 

“I’m Nancy’s mother.” 

“No.” 

For some reason, Billy saying that in a clearly sarcastic tone makes her mother twirl her hair and giggle, “Yes” like a schoolgirl with a crush. 

You’ve never acted this way with Dad. 

“Mrs. Wheeler.” 

“Um, I’m sorry, and you are?”

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He extends a hand for her to shake, and when she does, he puts his other hand over hers.

What the fuck is happening? Why aren’t you pulling away? 

“You must be here for Nancy.” 

“Nancy? No, no, no.”

One no would’ve done the trick. 

“Not my type.” 

Nancy snorts into her hand. 

“Uh… No, actually I am looking for my little sister Max. Goes by Maxine. She’s been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I’ve been worried sick, you know, so…”

“Oh.” 

You sound almost… disappointed. Why would you be, unless… No. Surely not. 

“I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the…the designated hangout, so, you know… Here I am.” 

This has got to be the worst pretend pickup line I’ve ever heard. He’s got no interest in you, Mom. You know that, don’t you? 

Billy comes in, and if he notices Nancy lurking at the top of the stairs as he goes into the kitchen, he doesn’t say anything. 

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night,” Mom says, scribbling down an address for him. “So drive slowly.”

“Always.” He pockets the address and takes an extra bitter oatmeal cookie for the road. 

Under the kitchen light, her mother dies, and all she sees is Karen Wheeler biting her bottom lip as she watches him walk away, her eyes glued to his ass. 

Nancy doesn’t remember when her gun appeared in her hands, but her brain is surprisingly clear when she pulls the trigger. A bullet goes right between Karen’s eyes. 

Killing people is surprisingly easy when you see who they really are. 

Billy lies flat on the floor, hands cupped over his ears. 

“I’m not going to shoot you.” 

“You killed… your mother. God, Hicktown is fuckin’ crazy!” 

Boy, he really catches on quick. 

“You don’t know the half of it.” Nancy steps over Karen’s body and dials the number of Hopper’s secretary. She’s more likely to pick up than the Chief himself. “Hi, this is Nancy Wheeler. I need to talk to Chief Hopper. It’s important.”

She hears a grunt, and prepares the crocodile tears. Billy stares at her with a mix of awe and horror as her lower lip begins to tremble. “My mother st-started acting really strange. She turned the air conditioner down because she “liked it cold”. She-she loved the house being warm. Her voice came out all-all deep and empty. I looked into her eyes, and I knew my mother wasn’t…” she takes a shaky breath for added effect, then continues, “I knew she was gone. So I… I shot her. I don’t want to go to jail! I’m so scared, Chief.” 

“You did the right thing, calling me. I’ll stop by your house and take care of things, okay? Do you have anywhere else to go tonight?”

“I’m not sure. I-”

 Billy’s not on the floor anymore. His headlights are on. Crap.

I need to make sure he knows not to say anything. 

Nancy gets into the passenger seat and he sends her a dirty look. 

“You should really start locking your doors. It’s a safety precaution.”

“... I will keep that in mind. Now get out of my car.” 

“You said you were looking for your sister, right?”

“She’s not my sister.”

“But you said-” “I know what I said. Look, I’d prefer to forget everything said and done in your freakshow house, Wheeler.”

“Nancy.” 

“Fine. Nancy.” 

“I know where Max is.” 

“I’m not giving you shit in exchange for that information.” 

“Well I should hope not.” Has this sort of thing happened to him before?

“I know how to keep a secret. I just… why did you do it?” 

“We were always arguing. She never heard me. What pushed me over the edge was how she was with you. It made me want to puke. She should’ve stuck to her own age group.” 

Billy goes eerily quiet, hands gripping his steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. His shoulders slacken, and he unclenches his jaw to offer her a weary, appreciative smile. 

“Max is at the Byers’ house. Mike’s there, too. I can’t take him back to that house. He didn’t know… I don’t suppose you have room where you live?” Billy tenses up again. 

She takes that as a no.”

“I’ll be your guide to the Byers’. I’m sure Mrs. Byers wouldn’t mind us staying over.” 

He gives her a terse nod.

“Us includes you, Bonnie.”

Billy blinks several times, temporarily breaking out of his grim state. “Bonnie? Hold on, why the fuck am I not Clyde? Clyde’s a man.”

Nancy lets out a long sigh. “Do you actually care about that crap?”

“... No. I don’t,” he admits. “Bonnie has better hair anyway, so it fits.” 

“You think you’re funny, huh.” 

“I think I’m a fucking riot.” 

“Humor is subjective.”

“It was your joke!” 

****** “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” 

Okay, now I wish I’d shot myself instead. 

“Nancy???” Steve exclaims, dragging his eyes away from Billy’s chest. 

So that’s why Billy took his jacket off. 

She snickers, shaking her head. Steve Alexander Harrington, you haven’t changed one bit. 

Billy seems to be glowing from Steve’s attention. Dorks. 

“What’re you doing here, amigo?”

“Yeah, I could ask you the same thing, amigo.” 

Oh, Steve, you’re not fooling anyone. 

“Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

Nancy awkwardly waves. I doubt they’re even aware I exist. 

“Huh. That’s weird. I don’t know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch?”

“I heard that!” a girl yells from inside the house. 

“I wanted you to!” 

“You guys are going to wake up the whole neighborhood!” Nancy yells.

“I think we’re a little quieter than a gu- guy who’s bangin’ his wife.” 

“Are you two… friends or something?” Steve says, squinting like he’s come face to face with an impossible math problem. 

“Amigos in crime.” 

“You didn’t tell him any embarrassing stories about me, did you? Nance?” 

“Stories? What stories?” 

“It’s a school night. We should all head inside and get some rest.”

“Nance!” 

“Shut up, Steve.”

“Yeah, shut up, Pretty Boy.” 

“Keep the flirting to a minimum, there are children present.”

Steve’s jaw drops. “WHAT? FLIRTING?”

Billy cackles, slapping his knee, his face matching the color of his shirt. 

New hobby unlocked. 

*****

“Does Mrs. Byers have any grub around here? I’m gonna check the fridge.”

“Billy, I wouldn’t do that if I were you-"

“WHAT THE FUCK-”

[blushweddinggowns]

part 1

One impromptu makeout session on his bedroom floor later and Steve had done it, he had finally put the moves on Eddie Munson. Well, more like Eddie put the moves on him, but Steve had been an enthusiastic participant, so it still counted.

Things escalated from there. 

It felt like Steve had reverted back to being a horny teenager, and for the last two weeks all the two of them would do in their free time was make out and fool around. And Steve learned a hell of a lot about himself in those past two weeks. 

He kind of thought he would have needed more time to deal with the whole being with a guy thing, but it turned out he was over it by their second kiss. Apparently, he was way more interested in getting on his knees than analyzing his sexuality. 

They were so wrapped up in each other that Steve may have forgotten to ah, inform a certain someone. A certain someone who decided that he had to be reminded of that at four in the morning. 

Steve groaned, blinking into the darkness as the phone loudly rang into the night. How Eddie managed to still sleep like the dead with it blaring, Steve didn’t know. But he couldn’t really blame him, not after what they were up to last night. 

He let it go to voicemail, more than ready to get back to sleep. But then it went off again. And again. 

Steve forced himself out of bed, grumbling all the while. He staggered all the way to the kitchen phone, deciding there was no reason to drag Eddie up and awake with him.

He picked it up, too tired to even be properly annoyed, “Hello?”

“Why aren’t you at Eddie’s?”

If Steve’s eyes weren’t closed he would have rolled them. Of course it was Robin, “Because Eddie’s here? Why does that matter?”

“Because I woke up his uncle! Who probably hates me now by the way-”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, the annoyance finally poking through,“Robin, why are you calling?”

She took a deep breath, voice shaking the slightest bit, “I have something to tell you and I really need you to not be mad, okay?”

“Babe, it’s like four in the morning, can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

“Nancy kissed me,” Robin blurted out, “Like two hours ago.”

Steve yawned, forgetting that Robin couldn’t see him nod along. Maybe that should have been more shocking, but it's not like Steve hadn't noticed them eye fucking across the room for months. He had just been waiting for Robin to tell him in her own time, he just didn’t think that time would be four a.m.

His silence just helped to add fuel to her panic, “B-but I didn’t kiss her back! Like I would never do that to you dude, seriously."

"What did you do then?" He asked, confused. 

“I…kinda went out her window when she went to the bathroom?”

“You ran away in the middle of the night?”

“...yes?”

"Jesus Robin. That's…" Incredibly embarrassing, "Really sweet, but you didn’t need to do that."

“...I didn’t?”

He was touched by her overprotective, neurotic nature, he really was. But it was also four a.m. and freezing, and all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed with his boyfriend. It came out blunter than he intended, "No you didn’t. I couldn’t care less who Nancy dates."

Steve paused, cringing a little at Robin’s silence, “Okay, that sounds bad, Nancy’s great! I meant more…like I’m over it?”

"The only girl you've ever loved? And you're just over it? Since when?"

Steve sighed, “Since I made out with Eddie on my bedroom floor two weeks ago.”

Steve had to hold the phone away from how loud that made Robin squeal, “And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I didn’t have the time!”

“Lies! We worked together yesterday!”

Steve rubbed at his neck, embarrassed, “Okay, I had the time, but you don’t get it man. I’m like fucking addicted to him or something, I can barely think straight lately.” 

A deep voice chuckled behind him, “Is that so?”

Steve whipped around, face scarlet when he noticed Eddie watching him from the doorway, grinning ear to ear. He made his way over, not hesitating to pull Steve closer to him by the hips. He nuzzled into his neck, seemingly patient to wait for him to be off the phone. 

“Then elaborate,” Robin insisted, “What happened?”

“Yeah Steve, elaborate,” Eddie laughed into his ear, his innocent facade forgotten. He was kissing his neck, hands wandering further down, “Share with the class.”

Robin paused catching the way Steve’s breath hitched at the touch, “Oh my god, he’s there isn’t he?”

Steve bit his lip, succeeding in stifling a moan, “H-he is, and Robin I gotta go. But I love you okay? And you have my full permission to make out with Nancy as much as you want.”

“You’re telling me everything tonight!”

Eddie's hands were still wandering and despite his best efforts, he wasn’t able to hide the moan that time, accidentally gasping into the receiver. 

“Okay ew, I’m hanging up now. Have fun you perv.”

He managed to rush out a goodbye. He leaned against Eddie’s chest, tilting his head back to glare at him, “You’re not allowed to touch me when I’m on the phone anymore.”

“I’m not? I thought you were addicted to me.”

Steve spun around, face red at the mention. God, why did he have to hear that? He wrapped his arms around his neck, annoyed at how much he liked his shit-eating grin, “Just shut up and kiss me.”

[whumpshaped]

Drabble #6

inspo masterlist

trigger warnings: nightmares, flashbacks, knives, paranoia, past trauma

“He’s finally asleep. Can you be a little quieter?” Andrina whispered, and Pacey shrunk in on himself.

“Sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine. Just, for the future, you know.” It sat down in the kitchen, motioning to the chair right beside its own, inviting Pacey to sit too. “He hasn’t slept since he got here.” It cast a worried glance towards Len, sleeping on the couch. “This wasn’t his choice either, I bet. Otherwise he’d be in bed, right? My guess is that the nights he’s spent awake finally caught up to him.”

“Why isn’t he sleeping?” Pacey furrowed his brows in confusion. “When I got out, all I wanted to do was sleep in a nice, soft bed. I didn’t have a nice, soft bed, but if I had-”

“He’s constantly on edge.” It sighed, throwing its hands up in defeat before letting them fall back into its lap. “I don’t know, I don’t know what happened to him. I only know his name, and not even the full one, I only know that I’m supposed to call him Len. So I don’t know how I could make him feel safe enough to sleep.”

“Have you asked?”

Andrina shook its head. “I won’t just ask him flat out what his trauma is. I didn’t want to share either. We just… we’re different, we were there with each other.”

“Not for the whole thing,” Pacey muttered, clearly still guilt-ridden about it. Andrina placed a hand on his.

“For more than enough. I wish you were never there at all. I wish neither of us were.”

Pacey slowly nodded, placing his other hand on top of its. “You could… maybe ask how you could make him feel safer, without asking what happened. That doesn’t feel rude. It feels caring.”

“I’ll-”

They both froze when they heard some noises coming from the living room. Andrina pulled its hand out from between Pacey’s, scrambling to its feet as quietly as it could and rushing over to see what was going on. Len was thrashing around on the couch, his tear-soaked face contorted with terror as he kept whimpering.

Pacey entered the room soon after, covering his mouth at the sight of the clearly miserable man. Andrina waved him off, sending him away wordlessly, so Len would only wake up to one practically-stranger instead of two - and so Pacey wouldn’t have to see what he looked like a year ago, when he was battling his own nightmares.

“Len, sweetheart…” It gently touched his face, caressing the skin and trying its best to create sensations that he probably hadn’t felt in captivity. That had worked the best with Pacey, but then again, Pacey was further along in recovery, and Andrina could be sure that these were things they’d never experienced. “Wake up. It’s a nightmare.”

Oh, it hated waking him up. He was finally sleeping. After three whole days of being wide awake and constantly terrified… it hated that it had come to this, and that Len had to be scared even in his sleep.

Len violently flinched at the touch, his whimpers getting more drastic. He was mouthing words, even, but no sound came out. Andrina cupped his face fully. “Len. Wake up, it’s me, Andrina. You’re safe, remember? No one will hurt you now.”

Len’s eyes snapped open and he pushed himself away from it, crawling backwards, quickly losing footing and stumbling head first down to the floor. His legs were still caught on the armrest, but he quickly manoeuvred himself onto his hands and knees, and then to his feet, bolting for the nearest door he could see - which happened to be the open kitchen door.

Andrina rushed after him, afraid that he’d hurt himself in his panic, and it arrived to see Len holding up a knife in front of himself, pointed right at it. “Don’t try it. Don’t fucking try it,” he hissed, and it put its hands up.

“Len? Do you remember me?” it spoke softly, as one would to a feral kitten. “Do you know where you are?”

Len narrowed his eyes, his hold on the knife wavering. Andrina could see the cogs turning in his head. “Oh,” he breathed eventually, lowering the knife. “I’m sorry. I just- I had a nightmare, and then I got confused- I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright. Can you put the knife down?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” He placed the improvised weapon on the counter awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets instead. “I’m not gonna… harm you or anything. Or- or the other guy, I, I forget-”

“Pacey.”

“Right. I’m not dangerous, okay? I’m just… scared, I guess.”

Andrina slowly walked closer, offering him a reassuring smile. “Can I do anything to make you feel safer, then?”

Len looked at it like it was out of its mind. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, maybe debating whether he should cuss it out or tell it politely that there wasn’t such a thing. In the end, his eyes seemed to fill with hope, a fact that he immediately tried to hide by turning away a little. “Can I- have something small to sleep with? Like, I don’t know… a pillow you don’t use anymore.” His cheeks reddened, but he went on, quieter than before. “A stuffed animal?”

“Of course.” It beamed, ecstatic that such a small thing would be good enough for a start. It could even provide it! It couldn’t provide many things, but a stuffed animal was certainly among the chosen few. “Of course. I’m gonna go to the other room and grab you one, okay? And,” it lowered its voice again, reigning in its excitement and speaking calmly, “no need to feel ashamed, okay? Pacey and I both sleep with plushies. We get it. It’s safer together.”

~

taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @rainbows-and-whumperflies

[rosenallies]

hurt comfort list “death of a parent” maybe preachers son au 👀 like i have a vision of later on in life one of denalis parents is dying or dies and he is wrestling with how he feels about it

Awe I missed preacher’s son au 😌

——

“Babe-have you seen my-“ Rosé started, padding into the kitchen and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw his husband stood at the island in their kitchen, gripping the granite and staring at the floor.

He rushed to his side, a gentle hand on his arm pulling him from his trance. Tearful brown eyes met green ones, filled with concern.

“My dad’s dying,” he said slowly, the words thick and strange in his throat.

Rosé sucked in a breath, unsure of what to say. Did he approach with sympathy? Perhaps a softly whispered “I’m sorry, baby.” Should he approach how he really felt? A scoff and “it’s about time.”

“I don’t know how I feel about it,” Denali answered for him, shifting and leaning into Rosé, “I-I don’t want to see him, I know that, but I don’t know if I’m just completely not sad, you know?”

He nodded along like he understood, but truth be told, Rosé didn’t understand. If it were his own father or mother, he’d be devastated but leave it to Denali to find room in his big heart for someone that made his first 22 years a living hell. “I’m here for you no matter what.”

That was the last time they talked about until a week later when Denali got out of bed at 3am, whispering into the phone out in the hallway before crawling back into bed.

“That was my brother,” he said into the darkness, knowing Rosé had woken up after him, “he’s dead.”

“What are you feeling right now, darling?”

Denali breathed shakily, leaning into Rosé’s side. “I’m sad, Rosie. I’m sad and I’m angry that he never accepted me, that even on his deathbed he said horrible things about me. I grieved the loss of my father a long time ago, but I guess I didn’t realize there was a small part of me that thought maybe he’d eventually come around.”

Rosé wrapped a steady arm around his shoulders, holding him impossibly close like maybe if he held him tight enough it would fill the hole in him that his family, the people that brought him into this world, had punched directly through his chest with their words and their distain for everything Denali had become. “I’m sorry, baby, so, so sorry,” he said softly, meaning every word.

“Sometimes I just want my mom and dad but I want a version of them that doesn’t exist. I want to be little again and sit on my dad’s knee while he told me stories, before he couldn’t bear the sight of me. I want my mom to kiss my knee after I skin it and hand me a cookie and wink at me because it’s before dinner and I’m only 4 so she knows if I have that cookie I won’t want any dinner but it doesn’t matter. I still don’t understand why they don’t love me, Rosie, why don’t they love me?”

It had been so long since Denali had been trapped in that house in that small town, but sometimes it all came back to him and no matter how far away he was, it felt like the walls of that house were closing in around him, suffocating him.

“Because they’re fucking horrible people, baby, they’re close minded and awful. No one should put anyone through what they put you through, especially not your own flesh and blood.”

He hadn’t meant to let his own anger seep into his words, but he spent years putting Denali back together, piece by piece and he would be damned if they ruined it, even from the grave. “I love you and my family loves you like you’re their own. I wish I had a better explanation but I don’t know if there is one other than your parents are disgusting, selfish human beings and every day it baffles me how two cold and heartless people could have created you, someone so loving and kind with the biggest heart in the entire world.”

“I wish it didn’t still hurt.”

Rosé sighed, pressing his lips to his forehead and letting them linger. “I wish you never hurt, but I’m here for you whenever it does hurt, okay? We’re a family now.”

[moseslikellamas]

Ginny Weasley & the Year of Healing

Chapter 7

Pairing: is a mystery

Summary: the long awaited return to hogwarts

Warnings: depictions of anxiety, unreliable narrator

Word count : 5.8k

{sorry this is so outrageously long lmao)

Ginny woke early on the morning of the first of September. The sun had not even crested the horizon when she rose and exited her bed. Silently leaving her room she journeyed up to the roof, to sit and watch the sun rise. It was exceedingly cloudy and she was sure it would rain today. The wind ramped up the longer she sat outside but she was unbothered by the chill in the air. Ginny worked hard to keep her mind still and calm. She had plenty of time to worry about Hogwarts on the train and she didn’t want to waste her last few hours home anxious. Instead she tried to think of ways she could maximize her outdoor time while at Hogwarts. Astronomy and Herbology would offer her some excuse as to why she was outside the castle walls. The cloak Harry gave her was going to be invaluable even if it wasn’t foolproof. 

While sitting there contemplating various excuses, the window opened. Ginny was shocked to see it was Harry instead of George. She had figured Harry would be sleeping in like Ron assuredly was. 

“Hello Harry.” Ginny muttered, her voice still thick from sleep. 

Harry sat beside her and zipped his jacket up. The sun was rising now, barely visible behind the thick cover of clouds. 

“It’s odd to be going back.” Harry’s voice was soft and low but scratchy like he’d been crying all night. Ginny grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his. 

“Yeah it is. I don’t know how I fit into it anymore.” She admitted. A light mist began to pour around them. Harry squeezed her hand comfortingly. 

“We only have one way to find out unfortunately. Hopefully whoever we are is good at quidditch or I think McGonagall may do away with us.” 

Ginny smiled at his weak attempt to bring some humor into the moment. 

“I dunno how I’m going to do it Harry. Head girl, quidditch captain, seven N.E.W.T.’s. It seems impossible.” 

“You can always just shirk your responsibilities.” Harry shrugged. Ginny rolled her eyes at him. 

“Just hex anyone at prefect meetings who disagrees with you.” 

“Oh I’m sure McGonagall will really love me then.” 

“Nah. I’ll vouch for you, who would disagree with the chosen one?”

Ginny laughed, agreeing. “That’s true, I forgot I can just hang off your coattails.” 

Hand in hand half soaked Ginny and Harry made jokes and invented chaotic scenarios of the year to come. It made her feel young again, or maybe just more her age. She was so glad Harry had decided to attend this year, he could use a little immaturity and mischief. 

“I have a near unlimited supply of stuff Fred and George gave me in my vault. We could really do something horrible.” Harry paused as if just realizing what he had said. But Ginny rushed to assuage whatever guilt had come to mind. 

“Don’t. We should say his name and remember him. And I think the best way we could do that is utilizing those supplies. So tell me how many…”

They schemed on the roof until the rain began pouring down on them and the chances of them slipping off became much too high. They stepped into the hall soaking wet before Harry cast a drying spell on them and the floor. Ginny pulled Harry along, wanting to go to a better spot for planning. 

“Where are we going?”

“Shhh! We’ll be there in a second.”

Ginny led him downstairs past the kitchen into the back of the house. Squinting in the low light she located what she was looking for. Opening a hidden door in the wall she motioned for Harry to follow her. They crawled through the small opening for a moment before entering into a rarely used and forgotten about storage space. 

Stretching up to stand straight Harry gazed around the room. Which was covered in dust but had an old sofa the twins had somehow managed to get in here. 

“How come I’ve never been here before?” Harry asked as they sat on the couch. 

“Because Ron doesn’t know about it and you better not tell him either.”

Ginny smirked at Harry recalling the time she’d caught the twins sneaking in here. There were probably discarded joke shop rejects hiding around the room somewhere. It was how they’d kept Molly off their trail and in exchange for not ratting them out, Ginny got access to the room when they weren’t using it. 

Ginny summoned some parchment and they got to work planning several pranks to rival Harry's own dad’s. Ginny had admired and looked up to Sirius in the short time she knew him. She wanted to cause some mischief that would make him proud. Harry and Ginny reluctantly decided to include George in their plans through owl. Ginny thought it would perk him up in some way but she knew it was just as likely to set him off in the opposite way. 

“I’ll talk to him about it. You need to find a way to distract Hermione because you know she’s going to be onto us.”

“I say we plan one near exam time. Maybe a month before? Hermione will be studying for at least three months before, no way she’ll be focused on us.”

Ginny agreed. She also knew Hermione had her own pet project planned in the form of a slimy snake but she kept that to herself. 

“I think we can bounce off of each other enough we can discredit her suspicions regardless.” Harry stated confidently. “Just remember if I say I was with you, I was doing prank stuff. Let’s just agree to corroborate each other's stories where ‘mione’s concerned. Deal?”

That sounded easy to her. “Deal. Now let's get out of here before we arouse any suspicion.”

After exiting the storage room, Harry and Ginny went their separate ways. Luckily her mother was just coming down the stairs. Harry was in the main room and Ginny busied herself with starting the eggs. 

“Ginny? What are you doing up so early?”

“Morning mum. Just nerves I suppose.”

Her mother eyed her suspiciously before remarking how Harry must also be nervous. Ginny knew what her mother was insinuating but she ignored her. 

“We all are. It’s an odd feeling, going back.”

That turned her mother straight toward pity town and Ginny couldn’t leave the kitchen fast enough. Her mother used to smother her angrily, bossing her around. But now she looked at Ginny like she was a lost little child. It made their interactions exhausting. She made her way back upstairs, pausing at George’s open door. Lightly knocking, she stepped inside.

George was sitting at his desk working on something. It made her heart swell a bit to see him busy. 

“George? I was going to ask you -“

“To help you and Harry pull off a passable prank, I know.”

Ginny gaped at the back of his head, incredulous. She shut his door and walked over to him. 

“Have you been spying on me Georgie? That’s very rude, you know.”

He shrugged. “You think there aren’t spells in the storage room to alert me if someone’s in there?”

“Ughhhh. Whatever, are you going to help us?”

George swiveled his chair around to face Ginny, holding something up for her to examine. “Of course, and I already have the first prank ready.” 

Ginny grinned, grabbing the small contraption, which resembled an ice cube. 

“We’re going to make history.” George began to explain his plan and Ginny’s grin grew broader as he explained. “The trickiest part is going to be on you and Harry avoiding suspicion. Miss the carriages, you need to sneak in under your cloaks for this to work.”

Ginny settled in to listen and when they ironed all the details out, she left to retrieve the purse Hermione had gifted her. This is where she stored all of the prank material. Then she left to go find Harry and update him. She caught a lucky break when Hermione pulled Ron aside. Leaving the two of them alone in the hall. 

“George is in. Meet me on the train after the ride is over, I’ll update you there. Bring your cloak.” She whispered to him before shuffling away and loudly discussing the future quidditch season. 

Hermione and Ron joined them shortly after, both looking frustrated and red in the face. Ignoring whatever was going on between them, Ron stalked off downstairs. Harry threw Ginny a look before following him. She turned to Hermione and raised her brow, silently inquiring. 

“Ron’s an immature git.” She huffed, starting her descent. Ginny snorted. 

“I could have told you that ‘mione. About anything in particular?”

Hermione turned bright red and clammed up. Ginny had a pretty good guess it might involve a certain snake. 

Breakfast was a tirade, Molly was stressed about getting off in time. Even though they still had three hours before they had to leave, she was rushing them all through breakfast. 

“You all need to double check. Yes Ron, you do! Now hurry up and be off! We have a schedule to keep.”

“Bloody schedule. We could apparate there!” Ron grumbled to himself. 

“Ron, you can’t apparate within Hogwarts grounds.” Hermione rolled her eyes at him and pushed him off of his chair. Their bickering followed them up the stairs. 

“Come on Harry. She’ll be after us next.” 

It didn’t take Ginny long to double check that she’d packed everything. She made sure to grab her talking mirror and then donned the autumn cloak she’d gotten earlier in the summer. She opted to wear a pair of brown muggle leggings with it and a thin cream long sleeve under the cloak. The mirror had reluctantly agreed that muggle clothing was quite trendy and could even be classic. The interaction had made Ginny giddy at the thought of reading the book Hermione had gifted her on bewitching the mirror. If everything went well, this mirror could be passed down for generations. She loved the idea of starting her own traditions and creating family heirlooms. She didn’t want to miss out on any more life experiences. Even if she was struggling to find meaning now, she was determined to power through anyway. Her future self would thank her.

The last thing she did was attach her wand holster. It fit slung low over her left hip. It felt odd to wear it again, she’d taken it off after the war ended. Around the house she usually kept it in a pocket or sometimes shoved through her hair before she’d chopped it off. 

Together, Ginny and Hermione levitated their trunks downstairs. Harry and Ron joined them moments later. They still had plenty of time before they left so Ginny decided to reveal a gift she’d planned with her mother. After Ginny had taken Teddy and Harry’s photo the other night at dinner, she’d begun scheming with her mum. Molly always wanted more photos and Ginny was beginning to see the value in having her own scrapbook. It was their last year at Hogwarts, she wanted them to be able to capture every moment. 

“Everyone have a seat please.” Ginny called to a crowd of confused faces. She kept her own face neutral but she was starting to feel excited. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat looking expectantly at her. She looked to Molly who was hovering at the back of the room and nodded. 

“Mum and I have a gift for you all.” As Ginny said this Molly levitated the stack of neatly wrapped gifts over to the trio. Ron looked suspicious, Harry looked slightly uncomfortable and Hermione appeared delighted. 

“Well go on then.” She said when they continued to stare at the wrapped gifts. Hermione started opening first, Harry and Ron followed immediately after. 

“Gin, is this?” Hermione asked, looking awed. 

“Yes, it's a camera. I’ve already got mine packed. There’s an album too for each of you. Mum and I were talking the other night and thought it would be a good idea. It being our last time at Hogwarts and all.” Ginny shrugged, still trying to appear nonchalant. 

“Ginny, this is brilliant. Really Mrs. Weasley, thank you.” Harry turned to thank Molly who was a light shade of pink. 

“Oh it was nothing really. Harry, open yours up.” Molly encouraged turning the attention back on him. 

Harry opened his album, which was a beautiful shade of red with his name embossed on the front in gold. The first page featured the picture Ginny had taken of him and Teddy. It was held in place with gold metal corners. Underneath in Ginny’s script read, 

Harry and Teddy, dinner at the burrow. 27 August ‘99. 

There were a few more photos as well that they’d included. One of Harry at the burrow for Christmas when he was younger. One of Harry, Ron and Hermione all passed out in Ron’s room. Another from the Christmas they’d spent with Sirius. Harry paused at this one, a picture of him and Sirius in front of the Black tapestry. He turned to address Molly. 

“I didn’t know you took this.” 

But she only shook her head and Harry turned to face Ginny, surprised. 

She suddenly felt a bit abashed. “I spent a bit of time with Sirius that summer before you arrived. I got the sense he wished he had more moments with you. I wanted to make sure you got them.” She blushed but knew ultimately she’d been right to pry and capture the moment. 

Ron and Hermione’s albums' first page were also filled like Harry’s. Some of them were older photos that Molly had lying around and some were more recent ones that Ginny had snuck when no one was looking. Ginny’s album had less photos but her mum had captured one of her and George in the late summer sun. It was her favorite photo. Ginny was secretly making one for George but it was painful for her and impossible for her mum. So it was slow going. 

“Thanks Gin.” 

Ginny could tell Harry was struggling in the moment to express his gratitude without falling apart. Luckily Ron and Hermione chimed in to save him. 

“Mum, this is amazing.” Ron said, standing to hug Molly. 

“Oi what about me?” Ginny asked.

Ron turned to glare at her and she laughed out loud. She’d included a picture of their great aunt Muriel in his, captioned: Ronald’s first kiss. 

Molly had forced them all to stand in front of the fireplace for a picture, nearly weeping all the while. “Oh look at all of you! So grown and mature now.”

Ginny had suppressed an eye roll by sheer force, not wanting it immortalized in photography. Molly promised to send them all a copy and with that it was nearly time to depart. 

“The aurors will be here shortly. Now let’s remember to keep a quick pace.” 

Ginny bristled at her mother’s proclamation though she was well aware they’d be receiving a ministry escort. Harry caught Ginny’s eye and she tried to ignore his probing gaze. Hermione’s question drew his attention away. 

“Do we know which aurors?” There was no time for an answer as a light knock on the door resounded. Ginny moved to let them in and was relieved to see her sparring partners, Johnson and Lopez. Striding in Johnson wasted no time. 

“Let’s go. Molly, you first.”

The Aurors took turns apparating them discreetly into King’s cross before leading them through the platform without issue. They departed once more to secure everyone’s trunks before disapparating, presumably back to the ministry. 

Ginny looked around the platform already feeling overwhelmed with the amount of people walking around. The lights seemed too bright for her eyes and she was struggling to orient herself. She hadn’t been around this many people in months. The station felt cramped and she felt stuck in her own skin. Her face prickled uncomfortably. 

“Ginny, let's find a compartment.” Harry's voice was muffled in her ears. She blindly followed him as he lifted their trunks onto the train, she didn’t even say goodbye to her mother. She grabbed the back of Harry’s shirt as he wound through the train. He reached back to grab her hand and squeezed it. She took a couple of deep breaths and before long they were in an empty compartment. Ginny sat still feeling dazed as Harry pulled the blinds closed around them, leaving the one to the outside world open. 

Ginny rested her head in her hands and focused on taking deep slow breaths. Gradually the world stopped spinning and when she looked up she found a concerned Harry looking back at her. 

“How often does that happen?” He asked quietly. 

Ginny shrugged, laying back against the seat, already exhausted. “Often enough.” 

Harry said nothing, sitting thoughtfully. Ginny knew he was trying to figure out a way to worm himself into her problems without incurring her wrath or indifference. Good luck with that. She thought ruefully. Harry opened the compartment door to look for Ron and Hermione. While Ginny pulled her cloak tightly around her and hoped the train ride would pass quickly. She knew she had to go to the prefect compartment at some point and she was already dreading it. The only shining light was the promise that Luna would be there. It was still baffling to her as to why McGongall had picked her. Ginny’s behavior didn’t exactly scream rule abiding. It was something she hoped to discuss with the headmistress soon. 

Hermione and Ron arrived just before the train set off. Neville had already joined them and was telling them about his summer. 

“Gran was so proud of my rebuilding efforts that she gave me this.” 

Neville pulled out a strange lantern that nudged at Ginny’s memory. 

“Neville, is that a guiding light?” The name came to her at last. When she’d toured the Magic Lantern, the shopkeeper had pointed one out to her. 

“It is!” He agreed, overjoyed. 

“Wow, Neville. That’s incredibly handy.” Hermione chimed in. 

Ron sighed exasperated. “Is anyone going to explain what it is or are Harry and I just supposed to pretend we know?” 

“A guiding light works by adjusting itself to whatever brightness the owner needs based on their surroundings.” Hermione intoned, sounding like a textbook. 

“It’s going to be useful when I’m out foraging for roots. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find…” Neville went off into a plant exposé¨ that Ginny didn’t care to listen to. She stared out the window watching the rainy scenery pass by. She couldn’t wait to be in her dorm, alone in bed. 

Before long it was time for Ginny to go to the prefect's compartment. She bidded her friends farewell, eyeing Harry inconspicuously. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod before she left. Ginny had made sure to wear her bag on the train. Her cloak and the material for the prank were safely inside. 

Ginny found Luna as she made her way towards the prefects. 

“Ginny, you have a dark cloud around you.” 

Ginny was inclined to believe this was just regular Luna speak until she noticed the looks she was garnering. Then it dawned on her that it was her shadow spirit. 

“I guess I’m in a stormy mood today Luna.” 

They entered the prefects compartment together, which was already full of students talking amongst themselves. Ginny didn’t recognize many of them. Ernie MacMillian came up to them immediately. 

“Ginny, I hear you're head girl. If you have the time I’ve already arranged a schedule for rounds-“ 

Theodore Nott snatched the list from MacMillian’s hands. “We’ll evaluate it and get back to you MacMillian.” 

Ginny turned to stare at Nott passively, curious if he was actually interested in the schedule or if he just disliked the Hufflepuff. MacMillian glared at Nott but slinked off to sit down. 

“Lovegood, Weasley.” Nott acknowledged them and Ginny felt out of sorts. This was all brand new territory for her and it was hard enough to sort her head out about herself. She didn’t have the brain capacity currently to analyze what kind of motives Nott might have. Luna was no help as she dreamily drifted away, leaving Ginny alone. 

“Any idea what we’re supposed to do?” She asked genuinely clueless. Ginny hadn’t had any interest in the position and had largely spent her time at school proving she wasn’t worthy of it. She hadn’t thought to ask Hermione what usually went on in here and owling Percy would’ve been a whole other can of worms. 

Not bothering to answer her, he addressed the room. Which admittedly miffed Ginny a bit. 

“Alright you lot. We’re going to do introductions. We’ll go around the room, name and house to start. We’ve got all year to get to know each other.” 

The room sat in awkward silence for a moment before Ginny pointed at a random kid and declared they started it. Ginny listened as they all listed their names and houses, the information lost on her as soon as she heard it. It really was a pointless exercise in her opinion. 

“Are you mentally categorizing each name?” She inquired to Nott. He didn’t reply, just subtly knocked into her, throwing her off balance. She scowled at him, for the first time in maybe a year she felt irritated. 

“Real mature.” She hissed before focusing back on the students. After her own turn Ginny announced the first meeting and quickly made to escape the room. Nott caught her arm outside of the compartment. Reflexively she turned, wand already in hand. Her wand pressed against his throat harshly and he dropped his hand instantly. Ginny pulled her arm back, stowing her wand and feeling mortified by her over reaction. 

“What is it Nott?” She crossed her arms but made sure to wipe all of the irritation she felt off of her face. They had to work together all year, better not to get off on the wrong foot on day one. His face was apologetic for half a second before it was completely blank. In a bored voice he said, “Ginerva, McGonagall has arranged for me to tutor you in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here.” He shoved a piece of parchment at her and stalked off. His tall frame somehow disappeared into the crowd of people. Ginny scowled at his use of her full name but examined the parchment anyway. It was a schedule. She groaned, running her fingers through her hair. She hadn’t even made it to Hogwarts yet and she was already considering banging her head against a stone wall repeatedly. 

Ginny planned to corner Hermione as she walked back to their compartment. She knew she could convince ‘mione to gather all of her schedules into a masterlist and then maybe she had a shot at remembering them. But Ginny wasn’t positive she wouldn’t just blow the schedule off anyway like Harry suggested. 

A compartment opened suddenly as Ginny passed by and a small hand attempted to pull on her cloak. Turning swiftly, she was greeted by a compartment of what appeared to be either second or third years. Not yet having their robes on, she was unsure of their house. Ginny stepped inside quietly and a bit unsure. 

“Hello? Is there an issue you need help with?”

For a moment the five children just sat sullen looking insecure and mutinous at the same time. The one who’d pulled her aside spoke up first. 

“We just wanted to thank you.” The girl blurted it out quickly and then blushed. She brushed her dark hair out of her face and started again. 

“I’m Olivia, last year you helped me when I got sucked into the stone wall after the Carrow’s cursed it.”

Ginny stood there stunned. She could barely remember that night, she’d been out gathering supplies. Trying not to be caught and hoping she could do a little information grab while she was out. Before Harry showed up, Hogwarts had been a dark place. It wasn’t something she liked to linger on. 

Another piped up. “Me too, it was in September before we’d figured out things were really that bad. I got detention and you were overseeing it, let us out early and didn’t hurt us.”

Ginny did remember that one, she’d suffered her own consequences for it. Death Eaters were horrible disciplinarians for school children as one can imagine. They continued to tell their own stories of times Ginny had directly or inadvertently sheltered them from harm. She’d taken a seat after the third confession. So much of that time had felt bitterly unfair to her, like she’d been dropped off in a warzone with no help and no understanding. Sure, they weren’t on the front lines but things had been more than unpleasant. 

So it filled her with a sort of gentle awe to hear about herself through the lens of these younger students, who touted stories like she was a rapscallion in an epic. And not the scared lonely girl she’d felt like at the time. Jack, a third year Hufflepuff, told her there were even more of them who remembered her. And some who had stories of other elder D.A. members, it got Ginny’s brain turning on a number of ideas. But they were fast approaching the castle and she still needed to change. She hurried back to her compartment and found all of her friends ready inside. Ginny quickly changed before joining them. 

“How was the meeting?” Hermione asked once Ginny was seated. 

“It was awfully awkward. I should’ve asked you how it normally goes. Mostly MacMillion was all over me about the schedule.”

Hermione snorted at that. 

“Then Nott snatches the schedule and starts the meeting with introductions.”

Ginny was ignoring Harry, who she knew was staring a hole in the side of her head. For a clueless boy wonder he was getting entirely too perceptive. 

“And just how was Nott? Friendly as ever?” Ginny was convinced Harry said it just to get her to look at him. Instead she rolled her eyes. 

“He was mildly annoying. Nothing new from a snake.”

“I think Theodore is quite nice actually.” Luna said, drawing everyone’s attention to her. Ginny hadn’t noticed she’d joined the group. 

“Yes Luna but you also said that about the brandbucckley or whatever it was and it burned my eyebrows off.” Ron scoffed while rubbing his eyebrows. 

“Honestly Ronald you probably handled it wrong.” 

Ginny almost did a double take when Hermione came to Luna’s defense. 

“Besides, we need to let go of petty rivalries and work toward inter house cooperation.” 

That was Hermione speak for ‘I’m hiding my less than noble intentions behind my noble ones to avoid criticism’. Or, I have a thing for a snake and I don’t want you all to freak out. This year was certainly going to be interesting. Ginny saw an opportunity to get the ball rolling. 

“Actually Hermione, that's a wonderful idea. I was just cornered by several younger years and it got me thinking about a mentoring program. We could pair younger students with an elder from a different house. Everyone wins.”

Ginny could see Hermione was already planning her pitch to McGonagall. Harry, it seemed, was also in the mood to stir things up. 

“I think we should have a mandatory inter house party every three months, seperated in blocks. That way the younger kids aren’t with the older but they still get a chance to interact.”

That honestly sounded like Ginny’s personal nightmare and from the devious smirk on Harry’s face, that appeared to be his desired effect. She would have protested with a myriad of reasons why that was a horrible idea, but the rest of the compartment began to agree. Nevertheless she did try. 

“No way McGonagall’s going to sanction parties. It would be uncouth.”

“If we arrange them with games and activities for them to connect versus the usual drinking, dancing and kissing, I think she will.” Harry retorted. The set of his shoulders said he was willing to make it his personal mission to get McGonagall to agree. Ginny was going to grill him as to why on their walk to the castle. 

“Yes! It could be a low pressure way to introduce muggle culture too. I was owling with McGonagall all summer on ways we could begin to integrate more muggle activities.” 

Ginny groaned in defeat as Hermione chimed in and Harry’s eyes sparkled with triumph. 

The train was beginning the slow process of stopping and the rain was still steadily pouring. She was not looking forward to her very long and wet walk to the castle. 

“I can’t wait to eat, I’m starved.” Ron said, grabbing his trunk from overhead. 

“You’re always starved.” Hermione snipped back. 

Their bickering continued as they all grabbed their trunks and began to move through the train. Harry was behind Ginny and he whispered to her, “Follow my lead.” Ginny pretended she hadn’t heard anything and continued through the train. 

Once they were outside, Ginny was immediately soaked through. They all made the slippery trek to the carriages as Hagrid called out for the first years. As the rest of them climbed into a carriage, Harry pulled Ginny back. 

“Harry come on, let’s go.” Hermione was already dry, having cast some sort of shield over the carriage. 

“Ginny and I promised to sweep the train and help Hagrid with the first years. We’ll catch up with you later.”

If Hermione was suspicious, her want to get to the castle outweighed it. Harry and Ginny quickly hurried back to the train. 

“What if we get caught?” Ginny asked once they’d climbed back inside. Not particularly wanting to get in trouble on day one, even if they were planning a prank. 

Harry grinned, his dark hair splayed across his forehead. “We actually do have to sweep the train, I wasn’t lying on that front.” 

They began walking through, checking the compartments. 

“The ministry can’t spare anyone to come down here right now and well, we’re all that's left of the Order.” 

Harry couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice as he said it. 

“It’s a good thing we’re the best dueling team in town then. What if a spare trunk needs grabbing? Who better to haul and levitate it.”

In the end, they didn’t need to grab anything. The train was cleared and Harry sent a patronus to the castle to confirm it. Before exiting the train Harry cast a perpetual drying spell on them, it was a bit uncomfortable and not as sophisticated as what Hermione could do. But it kept them dry and they both donned their cloaks. In the rain and darkness, Ginny’s cloak worked rather well. 

As they made their trek up to the castle Ginny explained George’s plan. “The cubes are virtually invisible before they enter a drink, so our best bet is to create a dramatic diversion. That way you and I can slip the cubes in everyone’s drinks. We’ll also have to take our seats and remove our cloak before the diversion dies down, so it really all will come down to timing.” 

George had provided her with a clever way to recreate a disturbance that had occurred several years earlier. The same as when the charm in the great hall failed and rain came through the ceiling in her third year. It was surprisingly not that hard to undo the charm and George had figured it out. 

“I imagine we’ll have to lie to Hermione as well.” 

“Well that was always the deal.” She agreed. It would be suspicious timing for them but there was nothing to be done about it. 

“What happens when everyone drinks it?” 

Ginny smiled under her cloak, thinking of what George had told her. 

“I think it’ll be better as a surprise. We’ll have to douse ourselves of course, to avoid suspicion.”

They were nearly at the castle now. 

“Also, Potter. Are you trying to kill me? That party suggestion was a direct shot.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

So that’s how it was going to be. Deciding now wasn’t the best time to get into it, Ginny let it go. Entering the castle doors, they paused while Ginny did the spellwork to break the ceiling. They were so lucky dinner had begun and the door was open. Otherwise this could’ve been a disaster. 

Ginny had handed Harry half of the supply outside and as the screams began they worked quickly. The rain was thick and heavy, everything they could have hoped for. Ginny covered her half of the room swiftly while nearly sprinting towards her table. She was almost there… Ginny ripped her cloak off as soon as she sat beside Dean, stuffing it under her Hogwarts robe. Then the rain stopped and McGonagall was calling the room to order. 

Ginny resisted with every fiber of her being to look at Harry and see if he’d been unnoticed. 

“Rough walk?”

Dean startled Ginny so hard she jumped. Turning to face him she smiled. “Yeah the rain was horrible. That's the last time I agree to help Harry.”

Dean shook his head and turned back to whatever conversation he’d been having before she materialized. Ginny made herself busy with eating, refraining from drinking until she was sure at least half of her table had finished their goblet. Then she tipped hers back and finally allowed herself to look at Harry. He was sitting between Ron and Neville, looking cool as a cucumber. 

That’s when it started. Yells went up from the Hufflepuff table and Ginny resisted the urge to look. She finally understood the wicked giddiness that the twins must have felt. Then her own table began to morph. 

The closest person to her was Padma who now bore the face of a small field mouse. Ginny snorted before covering her face. Beside her was Seamus who appeared to be a giraffe, horns and all. The hall exploded into chaos. Ginny could feel her own face tingling as it shifted into a penguin. McGonagall was a panda, Flitwick had the face of a dragon and Hagrid looked like a hippogriff. Which caused Ginny to laugh so hard she began to cry. 

Glancing over at Harry she saw he was a pygmy puff which started another round of hysterical laughing. Ron was a shark, complete with a fin on his back and Hermione was a pixie. The mix of magical and non magical creatures made it that much funnier to Ginny. The chaos continued as everyone got a look at a different animal face around the room, there were no duplicates. It was so impressive, Ginny made a note to compliment George. 

“Quiet! Quiet! I said, Quiet!!” McGonagall’s voice finally rose above the noise and silence fell over the room. Ginny would’ve shoved her hand in her mouth to stifle her giggles but she now possessed a beak and it was impossible. The thought sent another round of laughter through her and she wasn’t the only one struggling. After another five minutes of this McGonagall gave up and shooed them all off to bed. 

[aurumacadicus]

Can I send a eldritch/cryptid ask? Is this a prompt thing the mothman thing was so cute so:

Pairing: Winteriron Eldritch: .... so many eyes like lots of eyes all over the body hands what have you, maybe scales ? That's for you to decide.

Word Prompt: late night snack!

If this isn't ask thing please ignore me.

Yeah I'm doing an ask meme thingy. I googled eldritch beings! I am haunted. Regret.

Anyway these two are both unashamedly monster fuckers.

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Tony found Bucky in the kitchen. He was in his eldritch form, which momentarily caused him to freeze horror. The scales going down Bucky’s spine were framed by beady black eyes, and all of them rolled as one to look at him. Bucky’s back claws were digging into the floor. His front paws were deep inside the fridge. His tail lashed out, snatching the fruit bowl off the island and disappearing into the fridge where his head was. There was a crunching sound. It sounded like shattered glass.

“You still have hair,” Tony said, surprised, once he could move again.

Bucky heaved a long, slow sigh, turning to look at him. Of course I still have hair, he said, even though he had no visible mouth. I always have hair.

“You have scales,” Tony argued, voice accusing. “You can’t have hair and scales. Did you just eat my fucking fruit bowl?!”

No, Bucky lied, turning to crawl back into the fridge.

“Unbelievable. Lying directly to my face, as if I did not just watch you,” Tony said, scowling. “What are you digging around for, anyway?”

Moldy cheese. It’s in here somewhere. I can smell it, Bucky answered. He took a step closer to the fridge.

Tony wrinkled his nose as he watched Bucky’s claws gouge out more of his floor. “Are you talking about my Camembert? You don’t like Camembert.”

In my true form, I consume, Bucky replied, and all of his eyes along either side of his spine rolled toward the front, as if they could help him search out the cheese.

Tony crossed his arms. “I ate the last of it with some crackers while Natasha and I watched War Games. It’s probably just lingering because it stinks.”

Bucky threw his head back with a howl, eyes along his spine rolling wildly, the three eyes on his face wild and angry. He broke the door off the fridge as he turned, throwing it across the room.

“You’re being very rude,” Tony said. “You’re throwing a tantrum because I finished off my cheese that you don’t like. After you ate my fruit bowl.”

I MUST CONSUME, Bucky roared.

Tony squinted at him, unimpressed. He still could not see a mouth, even staring directly at Bucky’s face. Mostly all he could see were his three eyes, his own gaze forcibly skipping over scales and maybe fur. Something sharp? Teeth? He would probably never know. Bucky had explained that even a brain as brilliant as his was too human to look at him and comprehend. He was apparently lucky he could see as much of him as he did. Tony figured his maw was just too incomprehensible for the human brain. He actively chose not to think about what it looked like.

You could at least shiver or something, Bucky muttered mulishly when he didn’t react further.

“I can’t take you seriously when one of your spine-eyes is winking at me,” Tony admitted.

Bucky twisted to glare along his spine. You traitorous orbs, he growled.

“Okay, well, I am now taking you even less seriously, so,” Tony sighed, holding his hands up.

I am a powerful eldritch being who has fought Cthulhu himself, Bucky began indignantly.

“Yeah, and that’s why you’ve got a metal paw instead of a flesh one, apparently,” Tony told him flatly. “I’m not going out to buy you more cheese, by the way.”

I MUST CONSUME, Bucky roared again. I HUNGER. I ACHE WITH THE NEED TO DEVOUR.

“Well, it’s one in the morning, so I’m going back to bed,” Tony replied, shrugging, and turned to do just that. “You eat a table or something and join me when you want. Piano’s off limits.”

I WANT THE CAMEMBERT, Bucky howled.

Tony sighed and ran a hand down his face, then turned back to him, raising his eyebrows. “You’re basically down for anything taboo or whatever, right?”

I am an eldritch being, Bucky replied, relaxing. It seemed like that was his answer.

“So if I tell you that lots of people find the act of eating ass taboo and gross, would you be down to do that,” Tony asked, crossing his arms again. “Would that help you. I’m being serious so don’t get mad at me.”

I WILL DEVOUR, Bucky howled.

Tony had one moment to wonder if Bucky was turning him down, but then one of Bucky’s spine-eyes was winking at him again, and then somehow he was in the bedroom on his knees, face pressed into the blankets. “You could give me some warning,” he grumbled, even as he twisted the blankets in his fingers. “You’re so cranky when you get midnight snacks, you know that?”

Pull your underwear down, I don’t wanna scratch you, Bucky replied, in a very un-scary voice.

“You know, if you get horny in the middle of the night, you can just tell me instead of breaking our fridge,” Tony groused.

You like it when I get a little mean, Bucky said, but after Tony gave him one short glare over his shoulder, he mulishly added, I’ll try to stop.

“Good. I’m getting tired of replacing our fridge. The appliance store is sending me offers to buy in bulk,” Tony huffed.

[fivelakesinwriting]

hii!! id love it if youd make a rafe x reader enemies to lovers fic where the reader gets a nipple piercing and rafe sees the piercing thru their thin/tight top? reader tries to tease him but rafe tries to ignore it and shit gets FREAKKYYYY lollol

Author's Notes: Y'all are little freaks...and I love that about you. I named the girl in particular for this story, sometimes it's just easier! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment. If this was your request, I hope you love it! xoxo

Warnings: Talk of piercings (might make people uneasy), Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smut *(biting, rough sex, mentions of choking , unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how! ) All Characters are 18+

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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To say that Rafe loathed his sister Sarah's friend - Evie - would be an understatement. He didn't know why he disliked the girl so much, she had never really done anything to him to make him dislike her so much. There was just something about her that rubbed him the wrong way.

Maybe it was the way she didn't move out of the way for him when they crossed paths in the hallway at Tannyhill, the way she called him by his full name - Rafe Cameron - or perhaps, because she looked like the kind of girl that wouldn't give him the time of day. And that bothered the shit out of him.

It was a lazy Summer afternoon and Rafe planned on doing nothing with his day. Topper and Kelce weren't available for golf, and Barry was out. So Rafe cut his losses and decided he would hang out at home by the pool and drink beers all day.

As he descended the stairs towards the kitchen to begin his afternoon he heard his sister's laugh and the distinct sound of Evie's laugh just after. Rafe exhaled heavily as he rolled his eyes, succumbing to the notion that his relaxing afternoon would have the background noise of a witch's cackle.

"Ladies." Rafe grumbled as he quickly made his way through the kitchen, a beeline towards the fridge to grab a beer.

"Rafe Cameron, nice to see you." Evie smiled over the top of her phone as she showed Sarah a photo.

"Evie, see they rescheduled your burning at the stake." Rafe glared as he popped the top of his beer, sipped, then made his way out the patio doors towards the pool.

"Rafe!" Sarah scolded as she picked out a piece of fruit from the bowl on the counter in front of her, and threw it at the door as he closed it behind him.

Just as Rafe started to get settled on the lounge chair by the pool, the sun hot on his chest and face, the patio door opened and the girls came outside still giggling.

"Do you need to be here? Can't you take the car and like, leave?" Rafe sighed as he turned his hat back around to shield his eyes from the sun to properly glare at his sister.

"Last I checked this wasn't your house, Rafe. So, we're staying. Deal with it, or go back inside." Sarah replied with a roll of her eyes as she stepped into the pool.

Rafe let out a long, dramatic sigh as he pulled his hat down over his eyes but kept it high enough that he was able to see the pool just under the brim. He crossed his arms over his chest and listened intently to the conversation the girls were having.

"So, you and Anthony are done?" Sarah asked as she waded further into the water.

"So done. Couldn't be more done." Evie stated firmly, and Rafe heard the sound of clothing drop to the deck of the pool.

"That's what you said the last time, and then I had to come pick you up from that party and your knees were all scratched up -" Sarah stated a smirk evident in her voice.

Rafe's ears perked up at the turn the conversation was taking. He knew his sister had a tendency to pick friends that were less than good influences on her. But this? Oh, he would stay and listen to this.

"And that's why I got these done. It's my gift to myself for kicking that loser to curb. And my constant reminder every time I see it." Evie replied with a laugh.

Rafe was beyond curious as to the gift she had given herself. His mind raced as he thought of all the possibilities. And he had not even known she was with someone until that moment. Rafe pulled his hat back up over his eyes, squinting against the sunlight, then stood up from the lounge chair as not to seem like he had been eavesdropping.

But he was.

"Oh, Rafe Cameron! Wait up." Evie called after him as he headed back into the house to grab another beer.

Rafe gave the door a push to keep it open for her as he continued his walk inside the house again, the air conditioning cool on his skin. He opened the fridge doors once more, but felt uncomfortable, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he felt a pair of eyes on him.

"Stop staring at me." He ordered as he grabbed another beer and closed the door of the refrigerator harshly.

"Just waiting for you to move, Rafe Cameron." Evie smiled while she leaned against the island counter, her sunglasses pushed up on the top of her head as her eyes scanned his body.

"Can just ask." Rafe grumbled as he shifted out of the way, flicking the tab of his beer can. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze but also confident, and powerful. He didn't know which way to go.

Witch.

"Thank you." She nodded as she made her way passed him to open the doors of the fridge again and peered inside.

Rafe looked over at her through the corner of his eye as best he could, trying to figure out what she had been talking to Sarah about. What was the gift? He cursed his inquiring mind with a bite of his top lip and quickly turned on his heel to leave again.

"Oh, wait. Rafe? Can you help me? I can't reach the glasses up there." Evie asked with a strain in her voice.

Rafe turned around again with a sigh, placing his beer down on the counter then walked back over to the short girl trying to reach a glass in the high up cabinets. He easily reached above her head, grabbed a glass and placed it in front of her.

"There you go." Rafe mumbled as his fingertips trailed over the countertop as he backed up a little to give her some space.

"Thanks, Rafe Cameron." Evie nodded as she turned around to face him, leaning against the counter.

It was then as she was leaned up against the counter, arms holding her body up as Rafe noticed what Evie had been telling Sarah about all along. It had been under his nose, and under her tiny t-shirt the whole time.

"Who's Anthony?" Rafe asked with a clear of his throat he hoped wasn't too obvious before he pointed to her nipples, pierced, very visible through her white t-shirt.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Evie grinned as she got close to him, close enough that he could smell the chlorine from the pool on her and whatever perfume she used. She brushed by him, her nipples grazing his bare arm as she exited the kitchen and Rafe shivered.

Witch. Bitch....fuck, she's hot.

Rafe growled low in his chest as he turned around, grabbed his beer and took a big drink. He pushed the door open to the pool area again and stalked out to see Evie sitting on the pool deck, her feet in the water as Sarah floated on an obnoxious flotation device shaped like a swan.

"You didn't bring a suit, Evie?" Rafe muttered as he took another generous sip of his beer and placed it on the table beside his lounge chair.

"This is my suit." She replied as she kicked a leg out of the water.

"A white t-shirt and bikini bottoms?" Rafe inquired, attempting to keep his tone even.

She didn't reply, only tossed him a smile as she placed her leg back in the water while she leaned back on her hands. She extended her neck back, letting the sun hit her face as she let out a content sigh.

Rafe didn't like to be teased.

"Sarah, go pick up Wheezie." Rafe ordered as he finished off his beer and adjusted his hat on his head, turning the brim backwards.

"Why do I have to do it? You're the one with no friends and nothing to do." Sarah replied with a glare over the the neck of the swan.

"I'll get us all dinner if you go and pick her up. I don't like that Samuel kid she hangs out with." Rafe grumbled as he leaned back in the chair.

"Do you like anyone?" Sarah sighed as she pulled herself over to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

Sarah asked Evie if she wanted to come along, but Evie declined. She said she would stay here, dry off and make sure that Rafe didn't fuck up the dinner choice for them all.

"You want a beer, Evie?" Rafe asked once Sarah had left and it was just the two of them and the tension he wasn't sure how to label.

The two of them stood in the kitchen, looking through take out menus and avoided conversation. Rafe's eyes flickered over the top of the menu he was pretending to read and zeroed in on her nipples, still visible through her shirt and he was reeling.

"You should change your shirt before Wheezie gets back." Rafe mumbled as he quickly looked back at the menu in his hands so she didn't catch him staring.

"For whose benefit? Hers or yours, Rafe Cameron?" Evie smirked as she tossed the menu she was holding onto the counter, then leaned on her forearms and looked up at him.

"Listen. Maybe this Anthony character liked to be teased and have you shove your tits in his face, but I don't. So quit it." Rafe growled as he dropped his own menu to the floor and reached over the counter to take hold of her face, making her look right into his eyes.

"You don't like my tits?" She questioned, hands pressed to the counter as she started to climb onto it to get closer to him. The other shoe starting to drop.

"I love them." Rafe practically whined as Evie climbed onto the counter and crawled over to him. He tugged off her still wet t-shirt, dropping it to the floor before he reached for her breasts.

"Gentle!" She hissed with a yank of his hair as he tugged at either of the steel bars that pierced her nipples.

"Hurts?" Rafe breathed out as his nose brushed over hers, his palms kneading her breasts a little more gently as he let her pull on his hair.

"Not too much. You just look like you can get rough." She muttered as her other hand reached for his bicep and squeezed.

"Can be, yeah. Won't be this time if you don't want that." Rafe exhaled while his lips got closer to hers. She still smelled like chlorine, and her perfume was some sort of flower he couldn't name. He loved it.

Evie twisted her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers, the other shoe finally dropping. Rafe groaned against her mouth as he released his hold on her chest in favour of wrapping his arms around her instead, pulling her close against him.

"Don't bite! Your sister will notice the marks." Evie gasped when Rafe removed his lips from his and kissed down to her collarbone, sinking his teeth into her skin still warm from the sun.

"Give you one of my shirts. Have to cover these anyways." Rafe mumbled into her clavicle as he reached up to palm at her breasts again.

"Because Sarah and Wheezie coming home to me in your clothes isn't more suspicious, Rafe." She scolded as she reached for his hair to tug his face up, making him look at her.

"Let me worry about them." Rafe growled as he grabbed her hips to lift her off the counter then placed her on the cool tiled floor in front of him. He spun her around and pulled her bikini bottoms down her legs, his breath in his throat at the naked woman in front of him.

"Here?!" She squealed as she tossed a frantic look over her shoulder at him, eyes wide as she waited for his next move. Rafe ran his hands from her shoulders down her back to her hips, simply admiring her form.

"Too much for you?" Rafe grinned, an eyebrow raised to challenge her.

"So, teasing is okay as long as you're the tease?" Evie shivered as her head dropped down, forehead pressed to the countertop as Rafe reached around to roll her nipples between his fingers again.

"Yes." Rafe stated simply, as if this were a fact she should have known upon walking into Tannyhill. He bent down to press a kiss to the back of her neck, a groan in the back of his throat as she pushed back into him.

"C'mon, Rafe." Evie whined as her right hand reached back to pull at his hair as he bit down on the creased of her neck while he untied his swim shorts, letting them fall to his feet.

"You're so whiny. So bratty. I fucking hate it." Rafe growled into her neck as he lined himself up with her entrance, choking out a breath at how wet she felt against him.

"Are you sure?" She exhaled and Rafe could hear the smile on her face.

Fucking witch. Beautiful, pierced, whiny, wet and warm fucking witch.

"If you wanna keep this gentle I suggest you keep your mouth shut, sweetheart." Rafe breathed in her ear as he pressed his tip inside of her, and he swore his heart stopped for a second as she clenched around him.

Her back arched and she let out a pathetic little whine that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he sunk inside of her completely. She reached a hand back to grab his wrist, her nails deep in his skin as he settled inside of her to let her adjust to his size.

"Damn." Rafe groaned as he pulled his hips back, fingertips pressed into the skin of her hips to keep her steady as he thrust back in. He sunk his teeth into her neck again, loving the way she bounced back into him when he did.

"More, Rafe. Please." Evie begged breathlessly, her neck extended to the side to let him mark her up. Rafe pulled his calloused fingers over her hips and up to her breasts again, kneading them before he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Hate how good you feel. Goddammit, Evie." Rafe growled while he wrapped one arm around her chest to pull her close while his other hand reached between her legs.

"Shit! Too much!" Evie gasped, her eyes wide when Rafe gave a firm thrust that sent her forward to the countertop once more. Her nails scratched over his forearm as he pressed his middle finger to her clit, finding it easily.

"Can't handle it?" Rafe grunted as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his middle finger circling her clit as he pounded into her from behind.

"Fuck you, Rafe Cameron." Evie sobbed out, back arched as she pulled one hand down his forearm and the other reached back to pull at his hair.

"You already are, and I can fucking feel you coming. You always this easy? Hmm?" Rafe panted as he unwrapped his arm from her chest to press his large palm to her collarbone, bringing her upright against him. He wanted to wrap his hand around that delicate little neck so badly, but he would wait. She had asked him to gentler with her, and he was trying so hard.

"You're a fuc - " She cursed but was cut off by Rafe reaching up and pushing two fingers in her mouth.

"Shut up, and just cum for me." Rafe growled as he pushed his middle and index finger further in her mouth, a shiver going down his spine as he felt her tongue swirl over the pads of his fingers.

As she came around him, whining around his fingers, Rafe was reconsidering his deep hatred for Evie. He chased his own release and kept an obnoxiously bruising grip on her hip with his free hand. Rafe groaned against the back of her neck, pressing his palm flat against her stomach to keep her flush against him as he finished inside of her.

"Shit." Rafe breathed out against the back of her neck, removing his fingers from her mouth. He gave her a soft kiss below her hairline as a thank you, and he hoped she didn't feel the way his breath shook on his exhale.

"I still don't like you very much." Evie whispered as she rested her head back on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she twisted his hair between her fingers.

"Don't like you all that much either." Rafe scoffed as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, although he had to admit in that moment just the two of them in the quiet house wrapped around one another - he didn't hate her all that much.

"I might let you do that again, though. If you give me a shirt, and order me food." Evie responded, her eyes opening just a little to watch as he kissed her forehead to the tip of her nose and then her chin.

"If you don't get burned at the stake first, be happy to do that again."

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Rumor Had It

Finn Shelby x Reader (part 4)

Summary: A new job, supportive friends and family, what else could y/n ask for. She’d never thought to look in the shadow until she caught onto his.   

She got the job. Y/n got the job! She was as excited as a child on Christmas morning. She received a letter 2 days after she’d applied. Today. She jumped up and down in the comfort of her small living room, then calmed down, then did it again. Freddie had told her that he, Ada, and Karl would all be having dinner with the Shelby family. All of them since Ada of course would go off on who ever dared not to show up. Freddie and Ada both extended the invitation to her, but she’d said no and then Ada threatened her with telling Freddie the incident of nearly a week ago. So in the end she is having dinner with the Shelby family.

Y/n’s last day at the flower shop was yesterday, She honestly wasn’t too sad to leave. She didn’t get along with the owner... too authoritarian.

It was almost noon so y/n made her way to #6 on Watery Lane. She was incredibly happy, she held a small smile on her face, as she day dreamed about the different dresses she’s make, She’d try to make trousers, and skirts, oh how she loved skirts. She tried to control the smile on her face as she walked into the home, there was already commotion. This time John’s wife, Esme, and their kids were here. She walked into the living room and greeted the guys there, then walked into the kitchen where she found Esme, Polly and Ada and greeted them too. 

“Wise of you to show up, Y/n.” Ada says with a smirk. she narrows her eyes at her sister-in-law jokingly making her laugh. 

“Why don’t you go with Freddie and Finn for a while, we have it handled in here.” Polly says with a smile. She nods and walks back into the living area. Karl was playing with John’s kids in the back yard now, so there was a little less noise in the house. Y/n sat next to Freddie who was currently talking to Tommy about something she wasn’t really paying attention to. She’s was staring off into space thinking about the new job she got. 

“Y/n.” Freddie calls out to her. 

“hm?” She hums looking up at him, she instantly dropped the smile she had, knowing she’d get interrogated. 

“Why are you so giddy?” He asks. 

“What ever do you mean, Prince Frederick?” she says, sniffling a small laugh at the end of her sentence. 

“That smile on your face, Why is it so bright?” He says narrowing his eyes. 

“Am I not allowed to be happy?” 

“You were just smiling while you stared at the floor biting you lip, a little suspicious.” John says. 

“I bite my lip when I’m distracted so what?”  

“So, you weren’t thinking about a boy?” Fred asks. 

She scoffs, “ no. ew. no. why- what the fuck?” She chokes up making everyone look at her surprised. “No offense but I don't have to for men in my life, right now I'm focusing on making myself rich.” She says smuggly. 

“and how will you accomplish that?” Arthur asks. 

“By working hard at the boutique.” She says with a big smile. 

“you got the job?” Finn asks. she nods excitedly, as Fred gives her a side hug. 

“well, no wonder you were so happy, congratulation y/n.” Thomas says. 

“thank you.” She says. Karl walked back into the house and right into her arms. She’s gotten close to her nephew over the past few days. He crawled onto her lap and laid his head on her shoulder. “Are you alright, Karl?” She asks softly. 

“mhm. sleepy.” He says quietly. She could feel him growing heavier. She leaned farther back on the couch and allowed the boy to fall asleep. 

“How has he fallen asleep so fast?” Arthur asks surprised. He said it a little loudly causing Karl to stir a little and making y/n glare at him. he muttered a small apology while everyone else laughed. She ran a hand up and down his back to help him fall asleep as he was still slightly awake. 

“When is your first day, y/n?” Freddie asks. 

“in 2 days.” 

“Do you need anything? We could help you out a little.” 

“I’m fine, Freddie, I have everything I need.”

“Well, tomorrow we are cele-” Freddie begins, only to be cut off by her. 

“No.” She says, not in a harsh manner, but a little sternly. 

“Why not?” He asks. 

“Because, I’m not feeling up to it.” She lied, she always loved her birthday, but having Freddie back and people who look out for her is enough. 

“Fine, Dinner?” He asks and she nods. 

“What’s tomorrow?” Finn asks. 

“Nothing important,” She tells him with a small smile, He eyes her suspiciously. 

“The foods ready,” Esme announces and everyone walks into the dining room. Y/n stays behind to lay Karl down on one of the couches, Finn stayed behind as well. 

“You know you aren’t a very good liar, you look around a room after telling on subconsciously.” He states, she laughs. 

“It’s honestly nothing, just a normal day.” She says. 

“It’s your birthday isn’t it?” He asks. 

“How’d you know?” She asks surprised. 

“context clues.” he grins. 

“Don’t say anything, please? It’s not that big of a deal.” She says sincerely, he nods in understanding and they walk to the room everyone else was in. They sit in the only remaining chairs that were left, right next to each other too. she stayed quite listening to everyone else talk and also getting stuck in her head.  The last nice, fun birthday she’d had was when she was 5. Her father was still alive, her mother loved her, and Freddie was there too. Her father had given her rose and sunflower seeds to plant, her mother gave her a red bow, and Freddie gave her a sewing kit. Her flowers bloomed but died soon after... since she stopped taking care of them. She used the sewing kit to make more bows for herself. Y/n finished her food and listened to the conversation between the Shelby family absentmindedly. Her leg was shaking under the table and when Finn noticed he nudged her arm softly. She looked up at him in question. 

“Everything alright?” he asked softly enough that only she heard. she nodded, but her leg continued to shake. He put his hand on her leg and watched her calm slightly. 

She felt his hand on her leg but didn’t make any attempt to move it away. It calmed her in a way. She tried to keep the change in her mood unnoticeable, not wanting to bother anyone. 

Freddie eyed the two as he sat next to Ada. He noticed the slight change in y/n’s mood after bringing up her birthday. Even though he said they’d only have dinner, he owed it to her to have something bigger, especially since her last birthday with him was nearly more than a decade ago. He’d mention it to the Shelby’s later. 

“So y/n I hear you got the job at the dress boutique?” Polly asks. 

y/n nods but not as excitedly as she had earlier. “Uh, yes. I got the letter this morning. I start in 2 days.” She says a bit quietly. 

“I’d think you would be more excited.” Ada says, a hint of worry in her words. 

“I am, It’s just I'm a little tired is all, the food was delicious, thank you.” 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Arthur asks.

she was beginning to get flushed and a bit overwhelmed. “yeah, yes, I’m fine.” she smiles at him. “just tired and thinking of all the dresses I'll be making.” she tells them. 

“Will you make me one?” Ada asks. 

“Of course, you know now that I think about it I could open my own dress shop and make dresses.” She says. 

“Well, This is just a start to that, that could be your goal in the future.” Freddie says. 

“Such a wise man.” Y/n jokes. 

“Why, Thank you.” Freddie says with a grin.

“Shush, Princess Fredericka, you’re ruining the moment.” Everyone burst out laughing at the nickname. including Finn and Y/n. 

“Wasn’t it Prince Frederick an hour ago?” Freddie asks amused. 

“I like Princess Fredericka better.” She says cutely. 

“Right, well, Rosie, we shall settle it in the Thorne manner just like when you were younger later. you’re still ticklish aren’t you?” He asks with a huge grin, the old nickname didn’t faze her much, it felt nice being called Rosie again. Y/n Rosie Thorne

“You wouldn’t dare.” She says staring him down. 

“We’ll see,” He says, “can you go check on Karl?” He says with a smug grin, changing the topic, But she was more than glad to go check on her darling nephew. He still needed to eat. She got up, forgetting about Finn’s hand, and smiled at him as she walked away. She walked to the couch Karl was on and ran her finger through his hair. He stirred a little before waking up. 

“Well, good morning, minx.” 

“Morning?” He asks. 

“It’s still dinner, you have to eat bud.” she says softly. The four year old reaches his arms up and she picks him up. He rests his head on her shoulder and they walk back to the dining room. She didn’t fail to notice the shadow in the corner of her eye. She was tense, Freddie noticed that as she handed Karl to him. She whispered into his ear, “pass me your gun, don’t ask just don't do it.” she says so softly only he hears. He passes the gun to her discreetly and she excuses herself to the bathroom. His shadow was in the window, so he must’ve been outside. She stepped out and looked around, noticing him about walk away from the house. 

“I thought I told you to stay away.” She says sternly. 

“You actually thought I would listen?” Derrick asks. 

“Did you think I was bluffing? I am Thorne and I keep my word.” She says before shooting him in the leg. She would have shot his dick off but she was feeling a little Merciful today. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screams in pain. 

“I don’t know you tell me.” She says walking back into the house. Of course the gun shot was heard by everyone else other than the shelby’s do to the loud bickering and laughter of the children. She sits back down at the table next to Finn after putting the safety on the gun and tucking it into her boot. Freddie looked towards her and she only smiled.