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better be (theo)

ꕤ non idol!choi taeyang 최태양 (theo) x reader

18+ mdni

wc : 5.0k

tags : afab reader, fluff, crack, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, implied age gap, drinking, original characters, fast paced except not really

synopsis : you thought your crush on your older brother's best friend went away in the time you'd spent apart (spoiler! it didn't)

an : inspired by hidden love (2023) happy late birthday theo!!!

"taeyang lives in gangnam too, did you know?" your brother's words echoed in your ears. you held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you hauled a box into your living room and dropped it on the floor.

"ah... does he?"

"yeah, i meant to tell you about it before. why don't you reach out? it might be nice to have a familiar face in the area." you grimace at his words, embarrassing memories flooding your thoughts as you recalled the feelings you had once harbored for the man.

"i have seulgi and sooah, remember?"

"okay, yn." you can hear him eye rolling at the avoidance in your tone through the receiver. "i'll send you his contact info anyway."

you sigh, "okay. i gotta go, i have a million boxes to sort. bye, minhyuk." you hang up just as you received your brother's text. you absentmindedly entered taeyang's contact information before tossing your phone onto the counter.

following your university graduation, your dream job offer resulted in you packing everything you owned and uprooting your entire life to a new city. you felt a little less on edge about it knowing your two closest friends would be by your side, but were nonetheless still nervous about adjusting to your new life.

your newfound discovery about taeyang— aka the former love of your life, or maybe that's an extreme way of looking at it— shook you a little, it had been at least a year since you'd heard his name, much less seen him. how long had it been... 2, maybe 3 years?

you shake your head to yourself, looking around your new apartment at the current issue you had to deal with— the seemingly endless amount of boxes that scattered your floor and just about every surface you laid your eyes on. you're cut off by your phone buzzing again.

seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻

[3:48pm] be ready outside your building at 8pm ON THE DOT .

you

[3:48pm] ????????

seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻

[3:49pm] me and sooah r taking u out to celebrate u moving!! we r going to our favorite club

you

[3:50pm] i dont have time for this!!

seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻

[3:50pm] wear something slutty!!! 💋💋

— you disliked a message

you sighed, shoulders sulking as you realized all of your belongings were still sealed away, not magically unpacked by the moving gods you had been praying to a few moments before. so you take matters into your own hands, rolling up your sleeves to begin scouring the sea of boxes for your clothes and toiletries. maybe you’d find your sanity packed away somewhere too.

you silently regretted agreeing to go out as you sat slumped in a booth at the club. you feel a dip in the cushioned seat you occupied as sooah collapsed next to you and leaned into your shoulder.

"uumph… drank t’much…” she spoke into your neck. you reached your arm up to pat her head, but missed and instead mindlessly swatted at the seat behind you.

“how’re you…” you pause, “how’re you gettin’ home?”

“dunno.” she mumbles, getting up and stumbling towards the dance floor. “gonna go find someone to go home with.” she calls behind, gesturing to the crowd of people in front of you. you had seen seulgi leave with some girl 30 minutes before, so now you were really on your own.

you pat at your surroundings to find your bag, eyes closed as you dig your hand through your stuff to find your phone. you open your eyes to scroll through your contacts, tears forming in your eyes as you realize you don’t have anyone to call. so in your drunken state, you call the only person you could think of. you hold your phone to your ear as it rings once, twice, three times.

“yn? is that you?”

“taeyang? what… you— how’d you know it’s me?” you slur, eyes closing again.

“minhyuk sent me your number, i was going to text you… nevermind, that's not my point. what's wrong? where are you? have you been drinking?”

“i…” tears were falling down your cheeks now. you sniffled, “i’m at a club, i don’t remember the name.”

“can you send me your location? i’ll come get you.” you hear shuffling on his end, you quickly pulled your phone away from your ear to fiddle with the buttons.

“did’ya get it?”

“yeah, you’re close to me. hang on for 5 minutes. i’ll be there soon.”

your tears stopped. “see youuuuu.”

in all the years you’d known him, taeyang was always a very honest person, proven to be true even now when you spot him frantically scanning the room in search of you exactly 5 minutes later. you locked eyes, and you gave him your best attempt at a smile as you messily waved your hand over your head. he made a beeline for you, a worried look on his face as he crouched in front of you. time had been kind to him, you noticed, the man in front of you had somehow become more attractive then he was before.

you grinned at him. “hi.”

he smiles, letting out a breath. “hi, yn. are you okay?”

“mhm… m’sorry for this. don’t be mad… didn’t know who else to call.” you felt tears sting your eyes again, burying your face in your hands.

“yn.” he held back a laugh as he reached to gently hold onto your arm. “it’s okay. seriously. i’m honestly relieved.”

“really?” you look up and sniff.

“really. can you get up on your own?”

“ah… um, i think i need help.” you stand up, stumbling into his arms. he holds you upright and reaches for your belongings.

“this is everything you brought?” he lifts his arm up to gesture your purse in front of you.

“mhm. lessgooo…” you attempt to take a step forward but overestimate your ability to stay balanced as you fall forward. you brace yourself for your inevitable face plant with the floor, but it doesn’t come, instead you feel yourself being pulled back into taeyang’s arms.

“be careful. hold onto me.” you stare at him. would it be weird if you smelt him? you sniff him anyway.

“you smell good.” you giggle, and you feel his chest move in and out when he laughs in response, uttering a thank you before he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you secure by his side as you begin your trek to the exit. after what felt like a painfully long walk (30 seconds) you make it outside, feeling the shift in your surroundings when your louboutin's began to smack against the hard pavement.

he pauses. “where do you live?”

“it’s… oh. i don’t know.” you sulk, your current state of mine rendering you incapable of remembering whether your apartment building was on 6th avenue or 8th avenue, or maybe it was 10th avenue?

“you— you don’t know?” he laughs fully now, and you can’t hold back a grin as you laugh with him.

“jus' moved, so… it’s new, ya'know?”

he hums, looking around. “are you comfortable with sleeping at my place tonight?”

“err… it’s okay with you? won’t your girlfriend be mad?” you ramble, watching his face morph into confusion.

he shakes his head. “of course i don’t mind. and no, i don’t have a girlfriend.”

you feel your jaw snap open. “ah... is that so?"

he chuckles awkwardly, you feel the vibration in your side. “nope, no girlfriend. do you want to hop on my back?” you pull away from him and nod, suddenly very aware of your bare skin as the wind whipped past you. taeyang glances at the goosebumps forming on your arms and immediately shrugs his jacket off to throw it over your shoulders. he crouches in front of you and you pull your arms through the sleeves before crawling onto him, knees locking around his hips to hold yourself in place.

“my place isn’t far. hold tight, okay?” you nod, a sudden wave of exhaustion coming over you as you lean your head on his shoulder. your eyes shut and sleep overtakes you.

sight is the last sense that comes to you. your wince and throw your arm over your eyes as the sun hits your eyelids. sitting up, you take in your surroundings and realize you have absolutely no idea where you are.

“what the…” a headache hit you at full force as you rubbed your eyes. you looked down and noticed you were no longer wearing your skimpy black dress from the night before, instead suiting a large black t-shirt and sweatpants.

“yn? are you awake?” a voice from behind the door has you jolting in place, squeaking out a "huh?" the door opens slowly, and absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the face behind the voice. you felt like you were punched in the gut as you watched taeyang move from his spot at the door to sit on the side of the bed, his hands stretching in front of him to offer you the water and tylenol he carried.

you stared at him, "taeyang— you— what?"

he smiles softly at you. "do you remember last night? you called me to pick you up." no, nonononono, no.

"i— oh my god? i'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing, i'm so sorry i bothered you." you frantically apologized, mind running wild as tears pricked your eyes. you move your hand to wipe your tears just as you feel a hand rest on your thigh.

"yn," he reassures, still smiling, "it's okay. honestly. i'm glad you called. i want you to feel like you can rely on me."

"i feel so bad. can i make it up to you somehow? i can buy you lunch? dinner?" your shoulders slump, and you vow to yourself in that moment that you are never touching alcohol ever again.

"it's really not necessary. honestly. call me whenever you need me. you don't know how happy i was when minhyuk told me you were moving here."

you sniff. "why?"

"it gets lonely, you know? my job basically stripped me of a social life." he laughs, low and deep. you feel your heartbeat pick up.

you nod. "i get that. i still want to pay for a meal, though."

"if you insist."

you start to shift in your spot, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed to stand. "um... where are my clothes?"

"oh, right. you left your dress on the floor of the bathroom so i hung it up. your shoes and purse are at the front door."

"thanks." you make your way to the bathroom and entrance of his home under his direction and collect your belongings.

he gestures to your current outfit. "you can bring these home with you, if you want. i want you to be comfortable."

"sweatpants and high heels... that's definitely a choice." you giggle as you pick your shoes off of the floor.

"don't walk, i'll drive you."

"you've done so much for me already. i can't ask for anymore."

"i told you i want you to rely on me, didn't i? we live close enough anyway. it's not a problem." he walks to his kitchen to grab his keys, gesturing for you to follow him as he opens and shuts the front door.

"you know your address now that you're sober, right?" he grins.

"what are you talking about?"

"you couldn't remember where you lived when i asked yesterday." your face turned beet red as you turned to him, eyes wide with mortification. you thought about how nice it would be if you would melt into the floor and never be seen again.

"this is actually unbelievable. i'm never drinking again." you bring your folded dress to your face and let out a fake scream into it. taeyang laughs, hand moving to the small of your back to guide you through the parking lot to his car. he passed you his phone to enter your address— which you did remember now— and you felt your face heat up as he gripped the back of your seat and looked behind you to get out of his parking spot, muscles flexing next to your face.

you try and make awkward small talk, asking him about work and in turn answering his questions about your new job until he pulls into the entrance of your building.

"let me walk you up. you can never be too safe." he says as you step out of the car.

"we're in broad daylight, taeyang. chances of me getting kidnapped are pretty slim." you giggle, but don't put up a fight when he gets out of the car anyway, grabbing your purse from you to free your hands. the elevator ride up is silent, and on multiple occasions you turned to look at him and found he was already staring at you. god, why was he so sweet? and attractive? your heart pounded in your chest, a feeling you became familiar with as you grew up, anytime he would offer to help you study, or bring you food and company after arguments between you and your brother. you reminisced on your past with him all the way to your door as you unlocked it and stepped inside. he stepped in behind you and hung your purse on the hook next to your door.

"woah... that's a lot of boxes. how do you own this much stuff?"

you cover your face with your hand. "i know, okay? i might be a hoarder."

"do you need any help unpacking? this is a lot for one person to take on."

you gawk at him. "taeyang, i physically can't ask for anything more of you."

he throws his hands up like a criminal. "i told you i want to! it's sunday and i don't have plans. let me help."

and so, you find yourself sitting on your living room floor with him hours later, moon rising behind him as you caught up on everything you'd missed in each other's lives during the years you spent apart. most of your boxes were unpacked now, you could only spot one or two stray boxes littered across your apartment.

"ah... it's getting late. what time do you have to get to work tomorrow?"

he looks at his watch and grimaces. "you're right. i need to be up early... i should probably leave now." he stands and you follow in suit, walking to the door. you stare at him, a little unsure how you should end the night. he sensed your hesitance, you think as he pulled you into his arms for a hug. caught off guard, it takes you a moment to reciprocate, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hung around your waist.

"this was," he starts, pulling away from your embrace to look at you, "really fun. i'm glad we got to reconnect."

you grin at him. "me too. when are you free for dinner? i promised i'd treat you."

"i'm pretty sure i'm free every night this week, depending on how late work keeps me."

"so... let's say wednesday for now? we can reschedule if you have to stay late."

he nods and smiles. "i'll see you wednesday then." you realize you're staring and quickly pull yourself away from him. he laughs, waving goodbye and you watch his figure get smaller and smaller as he walks down the hallway towards the elevator.

wednesday comes faster than expected. work's letting me out on time. see you at 7? you stared at taeyang's confirmation text, palms sweating. you had lost track of how much time you'd spent standing in front of your closet weighing outfit options, wanting to pick something you think he'd like. you knew it wasn't a date, but you couldn't ignore the fact that just about every aspect of tonight screamed 'date' except for the people attending. you're snapped out of your thoughts when your phone buzzes with an incoming call.

"taeyang?"

"can you buzz me in? i'll come to your door."

you try to sound as nonchalant as possible, "yeah, see you in a few." before hanging up and frantically picking out a random dress, throwing it on as you scrambled to put your shoes on and touch up your lipstick. you straighten your back as your door bell rings, and you unlock it to reveal a very happy looking taeyang.

"hi." you grin, "you look good."

"ah, really? i didn't go home and change, i came straight from the office."

"you look great, trust me. you always look good." you mutter the second half, digging through your purse to find your keys so you could lock the door behind you.

"thanks. you look really pretty. blue is a good color on you." your eyes widen and you manage to squeak out a quick thank you.

you let him talk about his day in the car, he complains about a colleague that wouldn't get off his ass and you tell him about your boss at your new job that seems to have it out for you. your conversation carries all the way to the restaurant, now conversing about anything and everything that popped into your mind. you recalled the funny voicemail your brother had left you the day before, digging into your purse to find your phone to show him before he stops you.

"yn." he smiles, reaching to grab your hand from across the table. "let's not talk about your brother right now."

you cock your head to the side, a confused expression taking over your features. he continues before you can get a word in. "our whole lives minhyuk has been the bridge that's kept us connected." he looks at you. "now i want it... to just be us. i don't want to use the excuse that you're his sister to see you. i want to hang out with you just because i can, you know?" you watch him retract his hand from yours to take a bite of his food and you think your heart might explode. how could he drop a speech like that on you like it's nothing?

you catch your breath and nod, inhaling. "i feel the same way, taeyang." you know your cheeks are turning red and you can only hope your makeup hid the extremity of it. "being with you has been really, really fun. i hope we can do this all the time."

he grins in response and sticks his pinky out. "we will, i promise." the sincerity in his eyes has you thinking that you'd never doubt a word he says for as long as he'd allow you to stay by his side.

you and taeyang were very alike, you think, recalling the past few months you'd spent together. you loved the natural rhythm of conversation that you always seemed to fall into when you were with him. you loved that he no longer viewed you as a little kid or as an extension of your brother.

"so," you had asked him one day with an evil grin on your face, arm linked with his as you walked down a side street in hongdae, "do you like me or minhyuk more?"

"that," he brought his hand to your face to squish your cheeks, "is a very hard question." you sulked and pouted at his response, so he leaned down to whisper low in your ear.

"you."

since then, you found him glued to your hip even more than before, not that you were complaining. your hangouts became so frequent that you weren't sure if you remembered the last time you'd gone more than 2 days without seeing his face. you realize referring to your time spent together as 'hangouts' was a downplaying it a little, considering that to onlookers you looked very much like a couple going on dates. there were a few instances where shop owners had complimented how good you looked together and you had to very awkwardly deny it, despite the fact that your hands were intertwined tight at your sides.

you had fallen so incredibly hard, and you were sure he had too, the lingering glances and constant touches had become too frequent for it to mean nothing.

"hey, your birthday is coming up." he nudges your shoulder as you sit next to him on the rooftop of his building to watch the sun set.

"how'd you remember?"

"i have a good memory." i remember because it's you, he fails to add. you hum and he continues, "are you planning on celebrating?"

you nod. "seulgi and sooah are taking me out a few days before... but i have no plans on the actual day."

"okay, so we'll do something. want a home cooked meal?" you kick his foot and giggle.

"you're a terrible cook, taeyang."

he laughs, throwing his head back. "no need to get violent about it."

the moon was up in the sky now, so he stands, reaching for your hand to lace your fingers together and make your way back to his apartment.

"oh my god." you breathe out a week later when he moves his hands from over your eyes to reveal the display in front of you. "this is too much!"

"please. cake and flowers is not too much." he makes air quotations with his hands as he rolls his eyes. "i have something else for you. hold on a minute." he darts behind you and reaches into his coat pocket to reveal a small box and you feel your breath catch in your throat when he sits down next to you at your kitchen counter.

"you didn't."

"happy birthday, yn."

you gently pried open the box, revealing a silver necklace with a diamond pendant that hung on the chain next to a smaller one.

"taeyang, i—" tears pricked your eyes.

"look closer." he cuts you off, grabbing your hand to guide your fingers to the engravings on the back of the two pendants. a small 'yn' and 'ty'. tears were openly falling down your cheeks now, and he reached to gently wipe them away with his fingertips.

"i take it you like it?"

"thank you, seriously. put it on me?" you turn around and lift your hair up to give him access to your neck. he doesn't say anything after as he places four candles on top of the cake and lights them.

when he tells you to make a wish, you pretend to think about it even though you'd been wishing for the same thing since you turned seven years old. you inhale and blow, extinguishing all the candles but one.

you grin at him. "you make a wish too."

he stares at you in awe for a second too long, snapping out of it when you gesture towards the cake. he doesn't need a second to think before he's blowing out the last candle.

"what did you wish for?" you ask him, voice quiet.

"you already know, don't you?"

you stare at him, eyes flickering to his lips. "we both wished for the same thing then, huh?"

he moves closer to you now, arm wrapping around your waist, face moving closer to yours. you can hear your heart beating out of your chest and you're sure his is too.

"i need to hear you say it, yn." his nose brushed yours and your gaze moved from his lips to his eyes. you take a deep breath.

"i want you, taeyang. please."

he doesn't need to hear anymore, ducking his head to connect your lips, and you think to yourself that waiting your whole life for him was absolutely worth it. he stands to pull you into his chest because being close to you wasn't enough.

"wanna fuck you, so, so bad, but can i just kiss you first? jus' wanna hold you." he mumbles against your lips, and you think you might collapse and die. frantically nodding, you grab his cheeks and kiss him as hard as you can, and he slides his hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing it when you moan into his mouth. his touch was soft where his kiss was rough, tongue swiping across your bottom lip to beg for entrance.

you melt into his embrace as he reaches under your thighs to hoist you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into your bedroom. your mouth moves from his lips to his neck, kissing and sucking on any exposed skin you can find. you're both too lost in lust to form words, your apartment quiet except for soft moans and grunts and smacks. the noises that escaped his throat had you feeling more turned on than you'd ever been in your life, lips moving back to his to swallow his sounds as you pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck.

he pulls away to toss you onto your bed, throwing his shirt off before crawling on top of you. you tug your top off before he can even ask, arms reaching behind you to fiddle with your bra clasp to fully expose your top half to him. he darts down, immediately taking a tit in his mouth, smiling at the way you were already squirming. he pulled away to look at you.

"fuck, you're so fucking pretty. my pretty baby." him referring to you as 'his' had you breaking down beneath him, hips bucking up to grind against his clothed cock. he groaned and grabbed your hips for more friction. his finger dragged along the waistband of your pants. "want me to make you feel good, baby?"

you nod a little too fast, "need you to touch me."

"what's my name?"

"need you to touch me, taeyang."

you were naked within seconds, sweatpants tugged down your legs and soaking panties ripped and discarded as he pulled you into his lap. a big hand slipped between your thigh, the other resting on your hip as he began to circle your puffy clit, causing you to let out the prettiest moan he'd ever heard. you knew he was teasing you, a smug grin on his face as he watched your expression crumple.

"oh my god, please."

"we have all the time in the world, pretty. m'not going anywhere. trust me?" how could you not, with the way he was looking at you? you nod, and he so painfully slowly moves his finger to spread your slick around, now using his free hand to hold your face to look at him. he finally dips his fingers into your entrance and you moan his name at the way his fingers reached deeper than yours ever could. his fingertips curled into your walls causing your soft sighs to fill the room as he kissed down your chin, ruthlessly pumping his fingers in and out of you.

your breathing picks up and you begin to squirm under him, hips desperately jerking into his hand, and he takes that as his queue to use his spare fingers to flick and pinch at your clit. you feel the pressure building in your core, snapping like a rubber band when you reach your climax. you scream his name and your vision goes blurry as he continues to fuck you with his hand to work you through it. he grabs your chin and forces you to make eye contact as his licks his fingers, before pulling you into him to connect your lips in a kiss.

"you're so perfect." he mumbles and you sigh into him. it's not long before he's disconnecting your lazy make out to flip your position so that you're underneath him again. you tug at his sweatpants as he hovers over you, and he immediately strips his pants and boxers to reveal his red, throbbing cock. it leaked with precum and stood tall as he shifted to grab the base and align it with your hole.

"do you think i stretched you enough?"

"just... go slow."

he kisses your forehead in reassurance. "i got you, baby. tell me if you need a break."

you suck in a breath when he pushes his length inside, tears stinging your eyes at the burn even though you knew it was coming. you squeezed his bicep to signal that you were okay to continue.

"fuck, you fit me so well. so made for me." your back arched as he grunted, moving to kiss him sloppily as his hips pressed against yours, now fully inside of you. his thrusts started slow, but sped up as you began to chant his name, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as your hips snapped together. it was frantic and messy, but so, so, perfect. his cock slammed into you, pressing into your g-spot over and over as your nails dug into his back, breaking the skin.

he whispered under his breath how much he loved you over and over as you cried, panting against him in lust as your thrusts slowed, feeling yourself reach your breaking point.

"my beautiful girl, love you so much. so— m'so close." he moaned into your neck as your walls squeezed him when you came. you came hard and fast, and he followed not long after, hips stuttering as he pumped you full of his seed. he pulled his now soft cock out of your entrance as he collapses on top of you. you squeal and giggle as he presses kiss after kiss to your cheeks, before he moves to seal your lips in your softest kiss of the night. as much as you wanted it to last forever, you're the first to pull away.

"i— i love you so much. you have no idea." you couldn't tell if you felt tears or sweat on your cheeks. he grins at you, big and bright as he cups your cheeks.

"oh, baby. i love you. wanted to tell you everyday."

you fall asleep in his arms, ready to take on the changes that would come when the sun rose in the morning.

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cozymoko · 2 years

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THANKヽ(*´∀)ﾉﾟYOU for doing my request (the Mukami sister one)! I loved it so much!!!

You mentioned that Platonic Yanderes are your favorite, so I hope you don't mind terribly if I make another request? Your headcanons for the Sakamaki or Mukami brothers (whichever you prefer!) with a young sister who's energetic and adventurous. She is always eager to try new things (regardless of danger), tends to run off to explore her surroundings and, worst of all, loves to meet new people. Basically a nightmare scenario for her poor brothers haha

RECKLESS, SOCIAL LITTLE SISTER

Note: No thank YOU and keep 'em coming, I enjoy doing them very much! (≧∇≦)

SYNOPSIS: Sakamkai's with little sister who enjoys exploring, is reckless, and loves to meet new people.

Pairing: Sakamaki brothers (seperate) x platonic! sister reader

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, mentions of murder/obsessive behavior in Kanatos' part.

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SHU SAKAMAKI

The ridiculous amount of energy you have is already enough for him. Shu doesn't so much as try to keep up with your childish eagerness anymore. You'll learn your lesson sooner than later so he does very little interfering with your careless endeavors. That is if they don't cause you any serious trouble.

However, he draws the line at your friendliness. Nothing gives him more of a migraine than your pointless interactions with everyone you meet. It's exhausting, to say the least, and he prays that you'll grow out of it someday. But if it makes you happy as of now, then so be it.

"Tsk, troublesome girl...What do you gain from interacting with strangers? Hah, figures, at this rate I'll have to tie you to a chair."

REIJI SAKAMAKI

You've had your fair share of punishments by Reiji's hand, which was no surprise. For instance, when he caught you dangling from that villainous branch that framed your bedroom window or even seated on your knees to coo to a mere alley cat who caught your eye. He. Was. Livid.

Your need to befriend every person you see is ridiculous. As a young lady, you should be focusing on your studies and extracurriculars he arranged in your stead. There's absolutely no time to be dwelling on insignificant people who will do little to better you. But a little begging goes a long way, my dear.

"Young lady, have you lost your mind? Such behavior is absolutely unacceptable. Have you no care for your safety? This kind of behavior cannot possibly go unpunished."

AYATO SAKAMAKI

Ayato couldn't give two fucks about your "adventures", better yet, he'll tag along just to "protect" you. (Or taunt you for better wording). With you being immortal, death didn't come as easy as other things so he has no real worries for you...safety-wise.

Now, this is the utmost disrespect. How could you possibly want to speak with anyone but him? Ayato is a narcissist so save yourself the pointless arguing, you won't win. He's petty to the point that you almost forget that he's older than you! But I digress, a few shots to his ego and he'll be as good as new.

"Oi, what's the point in talking to other people when Ore-sama is here, you're wastin' your time. I'm way better than 'em anyways!"

KANATO SAKAMAKI

You're lucky. If you weren't his sister, he'd kill you. Everything about your personality plagues him and his sanity. Or whatever's left of it. He found your recklessness to be incredibly unladylike. If ruining dresses was a sport, you'd be a pro and he despises you for it.

Not even his own sister is exempt from being locked away. Kanato may not be as inclined to do it but the option is still on the table. Nothing terrifies him more than the possibility of you leaving or attempting to replace him, he won't allow it. Even if he has to kill everyone you meet.

"Hey! Don't do that, you'll ruin the dress I made you! Uu...You're so careless...hic...are you trying to worry me?!"

LAITO SAKAMAKI

Though not the protective type, Laito never strayed too far from your side. In mild curiosity, perhaps, but mostly for his own enjoyment. If you truly need it, he'll save you; however, don't expect this to happen often. You're a vampire after all, why would he ruin his fun to rescue someone making rash decisions? Even his precious sister is no exception~!

At first, he found your boldness amusing. Ranging from painfully awkward encounters to the potential blooming of new friendships. But he simply cannot ignore the lingering stares you received, some in astonishment and others not so much. That left him in quite a sour mood.

"Ah~! That boy, do you know him? Fufu~ he was definitely flirting with you just now. What a shame, I'd never allow such filthy men to touch you."

SUBARU SAKAMAKI

As we all know, Subaru is awful at suppressing his emotions despite how hard he tries. Nothing will ever prepare him for this heart-stopping behavior of yours. Subaru understands that you're growing up and you can take care of yourself, but even that isn't enough to ease his nerves. Especially not with you taking after your "dumbass of a father", as he'd say.

The first time he witnessed this he almost had a heart attack. His fair skin was drained of every drop of color and he appeared absolutely mortified, which he was. Subaru had left your side for a mere second and here you are, seated at a table, completely engrossed in a conversation with mortals that looked to be your age. All in all, he's just anti-social and protective, don't be too hard on him!

"Oi, don't go talkin' to just anybody, got it? Ha—? what do you mean 'why?' Tch, forget it, I'll beat their asses instead."

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leclerc-s · 5 months

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espresso with a side of depresso

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maejonesverstappen just wanted to put out a little song before coachella 🤎 espresso 4/11

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rhysjones i fear for my mental sanity every time you drop a new song.

estebanocon please no more songs with inuendos

↳ maejonesverstappen 🤭

↳ lancestroll we are so fucked.

user82 i too am also praying no more songs about max jones-verstappen's dick.

↳ user45 she has us all traumatized

isabellaperez what's the point in dropping music if i'm no longer around to terrorize jos?

↳ maejonesverstappen now whose choice was it to leave?

↳ isabellaperez THAT FACT IS IRRELEVANT!

alex_albon ma'am we are begging please stop singing about max's dick or your sex life.

user51 okay but she looks so hot? can max verstappen fight?

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 *max jones-verstappen does not condone hitting women but point me to the nearest track in your area and we'll settle this on the track like real men.

↳ user51 i'm a woman?

↳ maxjonesverstappen wasn't aware gender mattered on the track? but fine *we'll settle this on the track like real people.

danieljonesricciardo as long as it's not another nonsense or nonsense christmas we'll be fine guys. so fine.

↳ user30 this is the embodiment of the dog in a room on fire saying 'this is fine'

georgerussell63 no doubt she's getting ready to further traumatize us. twice just wasn't enough.

lewis hamilton my blood pressure has suddenly skyrocketed. anyone want to tell me why?

alex albon why do you always have to assume it's our fault? lewis hamilton it's always you people

isabella perez mae's dropping a new song.

lewis hamilton that explains so much. please tell me there's no references to max's dick.

mae jones-verstappen i can't promise that.

george russell WHEN WILL THE TORTURE END??

daniel jones-ricciardo probably when they have children to embarrass.

charles leclerc if max keeps winning everything, that'll probably be soon.

rhys jones woah! gross! child here!!

lando norris that's the circle of life baby jones! well, maybe not soon.

logan sargeant i think she enjoys torturing us with mentions of max's dick in songs.

max jones-verstappen can we stop talking about my dick please?

zoya torres TELL YOUR WIFE TO STOP WRITING SONGS ABOUT IT!

mae jones-verstappen 🤭🤭

daphne jones-ricciardo oh she is so proud of herself.

rowan todd of course she is. it's like pierre making a tripod joke.

fernando alonso sebastian i am begging you, please come back. put these animals under control.

sebastian vettel aren't you the one extending his contract to become the oldest driver in f1 histroy?

lewis hamilton hey, i'm still here!!

sebastian vettel he's older!

isabella perez i'm still going to torture jos. he's not get away from me simply because i no longer work for red bull.

rhys jones THE TORTURE JOS VERSTAPPEN CLUB HAS OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED A NEW MEETING!!

max jones-verstappen stop torturing my father!

dulce perez but you two make it so easy for them

daphne jones-ricciardo children. all of you.

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user63 how the fuck did max verstappen end up with her?

isabellaperez oh wow. ditch the husband and marry me please!

↳ maejonesverstappen we can run away, ditch the husband and the boyfriend!

↳ isabellaperez say less baby girl

↳ oscarpiastri no, please say more.

↳ maxjonesverstappen i agree say more.

user09 oh she's so hot. please marry me.

user56 good thing your daddy made you get a boating license when you were 15.

nataliaruiz woah, how did verstappen ever end up with you??

↳ maejonesverstappen his insane yapping rizz somehow woo'd me.

user79 you're so pretty. i love you.

rhysjones how did you release a summer bop but daph is releasing the world's most depressing album?

↳ maejonesverstappen it's called versatility baby brother. you play a war criminal, daphne is depressed, and i sing about things i shouldn't.

↳ isabellaperez like max's dick!

baileywinters you gorgeous, gorgeous girl.

↳ maejonesverstappen 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

user61 it will always surprise me that daphne and mae are related. it's no surprise that mae's related to rhys but witch daphne's it's a shock.

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maxjonesverstappen1 woah. marry me??

↳ maejonesverstappen maxie, we're already married.

↳ maxjonesverstappen i am one lucky man.

maxjonesverstappen1 that smile 🥰

maxjonesverstappen1 i love you

↳ user42 max jones-verstappen, certified simp for his wife.

↳ user28 he's never beating the trophy husband allegation. this is why he and daniel get along so well, they were made to be trophy husbands.

user56 good thing your daddy made you get a boating license when you were 15.

coreyfogelmanis how did that man end up with you??

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 stop bullying me!!

↳ coreyfogelmanis oh as her best friend it is my job to bully you

user10 i have never been more in love with women than i am now.

dulceperez that's one pretty girl. marry me?

↳ maejonesverstappen i would rather not be chased down by a rabid leclerc

↳ arthur_leclerc i am not rabid mae!

↳ louis_graham you chased me through the streets of monaco with a rolling pin because you thought i had a crush on dulce.

↳ arthur_leclerc that's not true!!

freya vettel me? you? beautiful blonde babies?

↳ maejonesverstappen i'm sure we could find a way

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 okay, mickschumacher come get your girlfriend before i block her.

↳ mickschumacher oh but this is so funny.

user06 SUMMER BOP RIGHT HERE!!

user17 oh mae jones-verstappen sure knows how to write a summer bop.

sebastian vettel why did you have to speak of honeybees that way?

mae jones-verstappen seb, please.

mick schumacher you might actually make him cry.

freya vettel he's definitely going to cry.

sebastian vettel i don't understand why we had to speak of honeybees that way?

rhys jones WHAT ABOUT THE NINTENDO? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN THAT FOR US TOO??

alex albon she ruined christmas now she's ruined honeybees and nintendos

mae jones-verstappen okay, now you two are being dramatic. i didn't ruin anything.

daphne jones-ricciardo how to you look sophie in the face? because it took me months to look grace in the face after i released dress.

penelope trevino it's a talent!

lando norris okay mayores, calm down

rowan todd and this is why i'm glad i never wrote a horny song about a french man.

bailey winters or me about a british man

pierre gasly wow imagine what it would be like if my girlfriend loved me.

rhys jones maybe she'd love you more if you stayed at red bull considering she's a red bull fan.

pierre gasly daniel, i swear to god, keep that kid away from me or i'll strangle him.

daniel jones-ricciardo okay, rhys, maybe we shouldn't attack the driver.

rhys jones he drives an alpine. i'll be safe.

logan sargeant lmao!

lance stroll who pissed off the pipsqueak?

arthur leclerc my guess is pierre.

pierre gasly all i said was percy jackson would get beat up by harry potter and now he's all pissy.

rhys jones BECAUSE YOU'RE LIKE YOU CROISSANT! PERCY GREW UP IN NEW YORK!! HARRY GREW UP IN FUCKING ENGLAND!

isabella perez yeah, i agree with rhys. there's no way harry beats percy.

charles leclerc but harry has a wand?

dulce perez and 9 times out of 10 he only uses expelliarmus.

logan sargeant have none of you read the percy jackson books? percy controls water, he 100% beats harry.

lewis hamilton this is just another way for you people to do the whole uk vs usa argument.

isabella perez WHAT'S A STICK GOING TO DO AGAINST A GLOCK?

fernando alonso i beg, please god give me strength to deal with these idiots

esteban ocon why are we having this argument?

rhys jones because i'm right and pierre is wrong. he just won't admit it.

mick schumacher i fear our brains need to be studied for science.

carlos sainz i think katniss beats them both.

rhys jones STOP CARLOS OR I WILL NOT HOLD BACK!!

daphne jones-ricciardo he's very passionate about this carlos. please don't make him attack you.

carlos sainz i retract my statement

rhys jones I'M RIGHT AND EVERYONE WHO DISAGREED WITH ME IS WRONG SO SHUT UP!

natalia ruiz never a dull moment with you people. never.

sebastian vettel i seriously question my life whenever someone sends a text that starts an argument in this group chat.

isabella perez YO NICO ROSBERG'S GOING TO BE IN CHINA!!

george russell BROCEDES REUNION INCOMING!!

rhys jones more like nico yapping about lewis

charles leclerc you can sit i my garage for the race weekend?

rhys jones LET'S GO!!!! A WIN IS A WIN BITCHES!!

max jones-verstappen traitor

daniel jones-ricciardo traitor

rhys jones I AM A TIFOSI FIRST AND BROTHER-IN-LAW SECOND!!

fernando alonso i don't have the strength to deal with this.

isabella perez remember to stream espresso!!

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can-youimagine · 2 years

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Cooking Class (Aaron Hotchner x Reader)

Summary: Sean comes over and sees how great family can be

Word Count: 543

TW: Family fluff, they/them pronouns for reader

Part of my Snippets of a Man in Love series!

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“Where’s (Y/N)?” Sean asks as soon as he comes through the door.

Aaron sighs. “Probably at the library. They’ve been editing their dissertation all month, but at least it’s finally written.” Aaron wishes you wouldn’t stress yourself so much, but he knows if he tells you that, you’ll call him a hypocrite.

The idea of having to write an entire dissertation scares Sean more than anything, and he says a quick prayer for your sanity. “When do they usually get back?”

“Anytime between now and midnight, though, I’m sure since you’re here, they’ll try to make it back by dinner.”

Sean nods and sets his bag next to the couch before walking into the kitchen. Aaron stifles a laugh at his college-aged brother truly living up to the stereotype but stops when he notices what Sean grabs. He pulls out the chicken breasts you had planned to cook tonight. He digs through the pantry, mumbling to himself as he tries to find something.

“What’re you doing?” he finally asks.

“They shouldn’t have to make dinner,” Sean answers before adding, “and I know you’re useless in the kitchen.”

“I can cook.”

“What was the last thing you made for (Y/N)?”

Aaron shrinks, knowing that the last meal he intended to make for you was an omelet, and the last meal he actually made for you was scrambled eggs. Well, egg. He had burned the first attempt, dropped one on the floor, and got shell in the third.

Sean smirks before getting back to work. “Could you turn the stove on for me?”

You come home to see the Hotchner brothers moving around the kitchen. Sean looks more at home than your own husband. It’s rather comical to see Aaron, still in his suit, taking orders from his younger brother. As much as you want to stand there and watch them, you clear your throat, letting them know you’re here.

Aaron quickly turns around. “Hey,” he greets. He wants to go over to hug you, but his hands are covered in egg. “How was your day?”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, telling him that your day is significantly better now, before turning to Sean. “This smells amazing.”

He blushes at the compliment, keeping his gaze focused on the pan in front of him. “Thanks.”

“I’m impressed that you’ve been able to cook in that apartment.”

“I actually took a cooking class this semester,” he explains.

“With what time?” your husband interjects. You notice Sean’s immediate panic, and swat at Aaron. “Some people actually have fun in college,” you state.

Aaron rolls his eyes. “Next you’re going to tell me people don’t study on Friday nights,” he jokes.

“Your hair’s gotten long,” you comment.

Sean shrugs. “Aaron said the same thing.”

You laugh. “Is there anything I can help with?”

Sean shakes his head, telling you that dinner is almost ready. He can’t stop the pang of jealousy he feels as you ruffle Aaron’s hair one last time before leaving the kitchen. He watches Aaron laugh and lean into your touch. You’ve always been the older sister he never had, and he prays to whoever’s listening that he can find someone that makes him as happy as you make his brother.

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Forbidden Attraction

Taiju Shiba X Half-Sis

Repost from another account.

CW: Incest? Age-Gap, Slight Smut. Forbidden Love.

You burst into your half-brother's office wearing a black hoodie and cargo pants from your other half-brother. Taiju looked up from his laptop and a frown immediately appeared on his face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He questions you as you lay down on his expensive sofa.

“I need sleep.” Taiju sighed totally annoyed at you but he knows that if he doesn’t let you sleep in his office you will stir up some trouble. Being years older than you he started to realize how much of a nuisance he was when he was your age just by taking care of your weekly mess.

“You’re an adult start trying to live like a normal being. When I was your age-“

“Oh, for fuck sake I know you’re old. You don’t need to establish that bullshit. I wouldn’t have come here if Hakkai is at home but Nah he out doing some rat hood shit.” Taiju flinched at your words but he promised himself he’ll never hurt you as he did to his other siblings.

“Look, you’re really giving me a hard time.” He says to himself more than to you.

“I know big bro. But I’m just young and stupid like Hakkai told me you were before.”

“That’s not a- Hakkai told you what?” Taiju’s voice echoed.

“He told me you were a gang leader and that he was also in a gang too. And I ain’t gonna be beaten by the two of you so I joined today. I beat down twelve grown ass man that’s why I’m so tired.” Taiju marched towards you and forced you to sit up.

“What gang did you join?” Taiju grips on your arm making you flinch in pain. You glared at him and he immediately let go before taking a step back.

“Don’t worry, it’s a great gang. Bonten?”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Taiju threw his hands in the air.

“I prayed to god every single day since you came into our house to bless my sister with strength, beauty, and brains, which thank him for giving you so but he didn’t give you enough critical thinking! You get good grades and don’t do drugs and alcohol why the hell do you like beating up people?!” Your brother screamed at you but you only found it amusing.

Taiju leaned on the wall with his arms crossed questioning you. His little sister’s sanity but then again your temper and violence remind him of his younger self.

“We’re only half-siblings but why do we share so much in common?” Taiju thought to himself.

“Yeah. I’m just fucking with you. I didn’t join bonten I joined a gang my stepbrother from mom’s side is in.” You tell him the truth.

“What gang?” Taiju was a little relief. Any other gang but bonten. He thought to himself.

“Actually…. It’s not really a gang. More like a mafia. European mafia. I uh…. I’m actually related to the leader. She’s called the Joker. She likes cutting people’s faces.” Taiju facepalmed.

“Get out. Just call me when you’re in trouble.” Taiju points at the door not wanting to deal with you anymore. You mischievously laugh as you skips towards your brother hugging the giant. Taiju froze he didn’t expect you to be affectionate with him. He’s always been the stricter brother which resulted to him and you fighting a lot but maybe you like him more than you’re showing.

“You’re the third-best brother.” You tell him as you tighten your hug. You only have three brothers. Hakkai, your step-bro, and him.

“Get off.” Taiju says in a serious tone and you laughed before leaving his office.

Your stomach rumbles as you go down the stairs and decide to get food at your brother’s restaurant before going home.

“Ey, is this table reserved?” You asked the staff you are well acquainted with. The staff nodded but you already sat yourself.

“Fuck them. Imma eat here.” The staff sighed and went to you knowing that you’ll cause a hysterical scene if you got ignore.

“I’ll have the special and make it two with brandy and my brother’s favorite wine.” The staff nodded and went on his way.

You then dialed your brothers number. He answered on the first ring surprising you.

“What?” You laughed at his grumpy voice.

“You’re losing some weight fatty. Come eat with me.” You teased him before inviting him to eat with you.

“Bruh you’ll never know when I’ll go back to Europe so come eat with me.” You hung up before he could even answer. You then sat quietly waiting for your brother and food to arrive.

“Baby let me get your number.” You snapped your head towards the lazy voice. A waitress is being harassed by a rather interesting individual...

A pink hair joker wannabe, a violet version weirdo, and a man with short hair who looks the most professional out of the three.

You stood up annoyed and went to their table and rested your hand on the waitress’s shoulder. Not only you inherited your brother’s temper you also inherited his height. Your height is a whooping 183cm.

It’s not that tall in Europe but in Japan? You’re too tall to be a girl. You towered over the waitress and immediately attracts the Trio.

“Ey, I’m sorry. My brother doesn’t allow his workers to give out their numbers.” You started nice.

“Just fucking order or leave our restaurant.” But you ended harsh.

You throw daggers at them with your eyes as you wait for them to speak their orders but when you realized they weren’t going to speak anytime soon you pulled the waitress away and ordered a male staff to tend to the trio.

“Thank you madam.” The waitress thanks you before going back to the kitchen. You went back to your table and kept waiting for your brother.

“It seems like your date won’t come. Why don’t you join us?” The pink weirdo screamed at you disturbing the other customers. You wanted to smash their skulls but you know your brother won’t be happy to have his expensive tables ruined so you try your best to refrain from doing so. That’s the main difference between you and young Taiju. You’re able to control yourself when needed.

“Baby, come on now. You took our dinner away. You gotta be our dinner now.” The violet weirdo says loudly as he walks towards you. The other two followed closely behind him.

“Your brother owns this restaurant? We could shower you with luxury as well! Just come with us and you'll never have to worry about anything in this cruel world.” You squint your eyes and look at them with disgust before pulling out your black card and the key to your Ferrari from your pocket surprising them.

Taiju always saw you as a kid and failed to realized you are just as good as him when it comes to generating money. Maybe even better.

“Oh shit, so who’s your daddy?” The dude with pink hair asks his eyes red from the drugs he consumed earlier.

“I’m the fucking daddy.” You spat out two seconds away from killing them.

“No, baby girl. Come with us and we’ll lay the world to your feet.” They tried to touch you but they were stopped.

“Don’t fucking touch my sister.” Your brother appeared. A vein on his forehead is visible indicating that he’s beyond pissed.

The three men laughed hysterically not believing that he’s your brother.

“Are we high? Taiju Shiba is my future brother in law!” One of the men hysterically screamed while the other two laughed.

“Let’s deal with this mess outside.” Your brother says as he pulls you up from your seat.

“Who are they?” You whispered to him as he hides you to his back not wanting the trio’s eyes on you.

“People you don't wanna get involved with.” He quickly explains as he pushes you away.

“They are Bonten’s top. Now you see why I was so fucking scared you joined them?” He tells you his voice tense. The trio followed the two of you outside still laughing like maniacs.

“How’s the tyrant? You’ve been out of the game for so fucking long!” Sanzu yells. His eyes wide and grim.

“I’ll fucking crush the three of you if you ever try to speak to my sister again.” Your brother threatens them.

“Oh, come on now. We just wanna have fun with your sister.” Rindou says as he takes a step closer but Taiju had enough and pulled out his gun.

“Tai, there’s fucking people around.” You expressed your concern for your brother. The passing pedestrians either turned around or dashed like Usain Bolt to pass you.

“Leave and never come back again.” The trio puts their hands up in defeat and slowly left but continued to eye you. Taiju was seconds away from pulling the trigger but your hold on his arm stopped him.

“Thank god you didn’t pull that trigger.” You said as you hug your brother from behind burying your face in his back. He froze just like he did earlier but warmed up to you. The two of you went back in and decide to eat dinner together.

“I mean, they weren’t bad looking.” You told your brother as you take a bite of your steak. He stops eating and raised his eyebrow.

“What kind of conversation are you trying to start?” His voice eerily calm.

“I mean, I’m just saying. They are hot but creepy.” You shrugged and jealousy started to boil inside your brother.

“Just don’t try doing something stupid.”

“I won’t I promise.” You smiled at him and tried to feed him a piece of your steak but he declined making you pout.

“Hey! C’mon now! Eat it.” You tried once again. He was hesitate at first but took it nonetheless.

“Good right?”

“We’re eating the same thing.”

“Yeah, but I fed it to you. So it’s better right?” You lean forward to him and he just agreed to want to end your antics. You returned to your food as soon as your brother agreed.

“Yeah, and this is totally random but remember the boy I dated two years ago?” You started, catching your brother's attention.

“I was thinking him about him for like the whole day and I was like why the fuck did I even dated that son of a bitch.” Your brother smiled and you felt something fishy about that.

“I warned you about him.” He says without looking up from his food a sly smirk visible on his face.

“Do you even know which one I’m talking about? I dated four boys that year.” You held up four fingers in front of him.

“I don’t fucking know can’t you just let me eat in peace?” He snaps making you laugh. But the last sentence replayed on his mind.

I dated four boys that year.

He didn’t want to bring up the topic but he started getting anxious and was low key gonna murder your exes.

“You didn’t do anything overly inappropriate with them right?” You choked on your drink.

“Bro, why would you ask me that. That’s the forbidden question among siblings.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“It is? Hakkai-“

“Don’t start. I didn’t. I’m safe.” He smirks inside. After the two of you finished eating you still had some energy left in you so you convinced your brother on leaving his restaurant to accompany you on a ghost hunting trip.

He wasn’t going to agree at first until you said that you’ll snort cocaine if he didn’t come.

“You’re pissing me off.” He complains as he drives towards the location.

“Oh, come on you love me.” You leaned to him and gave his shoulder a kiss making him feel unholy things.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You asked as you rest your head on his shoulder. Liking how he feels.

“You should’ve changed you’ll ruin your suit and you’ll end up rusty and angry.” He took a wild turn making you grip his thigh. He bit his lips preventing him from groaning.

“You drive worse than my step-bro.” He has never seen your other brother but Hakkai and him, surely aren’t feeling the way like he’s feeling about you right?

The two of you remained silent until you arrived at your destination. An abandoned mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo.

“Holy mother fucking shit.” You said as you step out of the car. Your brother follows you behind and he intentionally kicked the trashcan making you jump.

“You motherfucker-“ you hit his arm lightly as he laughs.

“Fuck.” You regretted your decision of asking him to go out with you. The moon illuminates his gorgeous face. His slicked-back hair and gorgeous jawline are slowly taking an effect on you.

You shake the thoughts away and went inside the mansion.

“Why do you like doing these kind of shit?” Your brother asked you as he follows behind you closely.

“I’m a fucking idiot that’s why.” You replied simply. After exploring the house and finding nothing supernatural you were pooped out and decide to go into a night club instead.

“Thanks for coming with me even though we found absolutely nothing.” You sat down on the stairs. Taiju remained standing with his hands in his pocket and examines you.

“I’ll have my friends pick me. “ he shook his head and signaled you to stand up.

“Nope, you’re coming home.” He reaches for you but you crawl up the stairs away from him. He grabbed your legs and pulled you back but you unintentionally kicked him making him fall on top of you.

“Fuck, you’re heavy you didn’t lose any weight fatass.” You joked as you tried to push him away. He rolls beside you and you laughed.

“You’re not fat. It’s a joke you understand that right?”

“You’re intolerable.” He says and you turn your head to his direction. He turned his head to yours as well and your eyes met. A forbidden connection and desire between the two of you sparked. The two of you knows it’s sinful and unholy but neither one of you wanted to admit it.

“You’re handsome.” You complimented your brother.

“I know.”

It wasn’t planned or intentional. But everything didn’t seem to matter and the two of you leaned for a kiss.

It was bad.

The kiss the two of you shared is sinful and shouldn’t have happened but it did. The worst of all is that it was passionate.

Neither of you tried to stop the kiss. The kiss the two of you shared only came to a halt when you were on top of him slowly starting to grind your wetness into his hardness.

“We probably should stop.” You said as you pull away. He bit his lips he didn’t want it to.

The two of you went silent for a moment but the hunger for one another won as soon as your eyes met once again.

“Fuck.” You moaned as you kissed him while grinding faster and faster to him. His hand rested in your waist guiding you. He didn’t spoke he just watched you grind yourself to him with your eyes closed and your hands on his face. You look so beautiful. And perfect.

“Tai, You feel so good.” You moaned moving your hands on his biceps. He then sucked on your neck while his hand went under your hoodie to play with your nipple and his other hand gripped on your ass.

Your moans get louder and louder and before you even know it the two of you had already come. You lay your head on his shoulder trying to catch your breath. Neither he nor you spoke. The two of you went silent for a few minutes before he lifts you up and started walking toward his car.

“Should we forget about this?” You asked him unsure of what to do next.

“I can just go away and return the following year and we can-“ He smacks your ass making you blush. It's stupid to even consider your opinion.

He seats you on the passenger seat and puts your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. He didn’t speak and just started to drive away. You were too sleepy to even think whether what happened is real and what to do about it. You doze off while your brother watches you from time to time.

The two of you sinned. But since when did he care about anything? Family and love are more important, right?

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Echoes of Courage: Chapter 3

Here's the next one! Been thinking about posting the rest of the chapters to catch up on AO3, but we'll see! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Wonder how much trouble Leo is going to cause. Let's see! Green: Spanish Pink: Portuguese

(Prologue: Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Current)

‘Soooooo bored. What even is there to do during this heat?’ thought Leo, who could be seen laying around on the couch in front of the air conditioner. The summer days came by, on this very heated day in early July, as it seemed to make everyone stay indoors for their own cold A.C. environment. Sighing heavily, Leo laid flat on his plastron, letting the cold air hit the back of his shell. ‘Everyone apparently seems to be busy. Val’s busy, Riku’s with his family, Rai’s with Izra and I’m not about to cock-block that, no thank you.’ Shivering, as remembering the one (and only) time he had accidentally crashed a date of theirs (he swears he had no clue to this day) and feared for his life when Izra very kindly, but deadly told him to ‘get out while you still can’ which definitely reminded him not to mess with an angry Izra. Slowly getting off the couch, he made his way to the kitchen to grab a cold drink of water, before running into Mikey, who looked to be on a mission of sorts. “Hey Angelo, what’s got your panties in a twist?” he asked, as Mikey jumped slightly, barely recognizing Leo just entering the kitchen. Suspiciously looking around to check if anyone else was around, he whispered to Leo, “don’t say anything, but I think Raph is hiding the fact he’s sleeping over this weekend at Lexi’s place.” Blinking slowly, Leo hesitated on asking his next question, “what makes you think that now?”

“Well, because I just saw him finding an old duffle bag and stuffing it full of clothes and other things. I don’t think we had any missions that needed a duffle bag .” Mikey pointed out, looking over at his brother, who looked to be thinking. Not too long until they heard a third voice join them, “oh yeah, he’s sleeping over her place without telling us,” Donnie confirmed, both turning towards him who sat down at the table. Upset upon hearing this, Mikey grumbled, “why does he feel the need to hide it from us, we know they’re dating!” Chuckling, Leo put his arm around his little brother, trying to sympathize with him, “maybe because sometimes we do sometimes interrupt their romance moments between them.” Nodding his head, still clearly upset with his older brother still needing to hide around them. ‘Hm, actually…’ thought Leo, before an idea popped in his head, “but, what if I know a way for us to sleep over there too, without them potentially knowing.” Raising his drawn eyebrows, Donnie questioned his twin and the sanity that he may possibly still have, “and pray tell how are you going to do that? Didn’t you just say they needed to have privacy of their own?”

“Oh yes, my dear twin, but I think it’s time for a little payback on Raph’s end.” Smirking while finishing up his water, Leo started planning, involving the other two whether they enjoyed it or not. “Let’s ignore what I just said earlier, this is payback for the amount of times dear Raphie had interrupted my many, wonderful nights of adventure for his own needs .” They all shivered, not wanting to know or imagine what Raph and Alexis do on their own time. “So we need to plan this right around the time Raph is planning on leaving.” “And why are you involving us in whatever schemes you got with Raph? Last time I checked, this is all for your own revenge plan.” Looking at Donnie dead in the eyes, said word for word, “because little did you know, it was him that broke one of your little inventions you had just started and tried to make it out so you were the one going crazy.” Gasping by the revelation of his old projects, whispering ‘I knew it!’ to himself, Donnie took a 180 turn, pulled out a random whiteboard, and was all of a sudden a part of whatever plan Leo got going for them.

Before either twin could start to plan, Mikey interjected, “Leo, c’mon, it couldn’t have been that bad and you just said to basically leave them alone.” Turning towards him, Leo wrapped his arm over his shoulder, showing Mikey a certain burning spot that had been tainted by one of the brothers from an accidental fire starting on them.

“You remember that spot, right? Well, your precious kitchen wall looks like that because our dear older brother decided to try and make some delicious food for said girlfriend, but ended up burning the wall, food, and frying pan.”

“So what time does he leave,” stated Mikey, now 100% fully on board with whatever plan Leo’s got. Smirking menacingly, the three went forth with the plans to absolutely destroy their older brother as payback.

While that was happening, Raph seemed to be in disarray, apparently couldn’t decide on what to bring over the weekend to his girlfriend’s apartment. Yes, though being together for a couple years now, impressing Alexis Sigmore will still be the top priority for Raph. Though the amount of talks they’ve had made it clear he didn’t have to, Raph still wanted to. Which also meant having to sneak around just to be alone with her so his brothers didn’t get the chance to join his little escapade. He loves his brothers and father dearly, but a break to see Alexis without the worry of what his dad might say and brothers doing anything really, sounded like heaven to him in that moment. Before his thoughts could go haywire, his phone started to ring, the familiar soothing ringtone that was picked to let him know who exactly was calling. Finding his phone, Raph picked up, whispering, “hey babe. Sorry, I’ve been getting ready for this weekend.” “Great but why are you whispering it?” Alexis questioned, curious as to why her boyfriend is sounding like he’d just been kidnapped. Heavily sighing, he checked outside his door to see if anyone was around to hear what he was going to say, “that’s because I don’t want the three bozos to overhear and suddenly decide to join. Especially since we’ve been feeling… y’know.”

Giggling softly, Alexis’s voice lowered, almost seductively, “awe, my poor, handsome, troubled boyfriend. Oh I wonder how I’ll be able to help him out in his time of need.” “Lexi, don’t start, it’s not even close to me needing to leave yet,” strained out Raph, almost definitely seeing him stuff all his nightly clothes and all to leave just on time to see his beautiful girlfriend. Laughing loudly, she countered with, “well I’m sorry that I can’t contain it until I get back to my place from work.” Sighing before checking the time to see when her break was over, Alexis continued, “times like this is where I miss you the most, my red knight.” Softly smiling, Raph responded with, “don’t worry angel, we’ll have our time together soon. Good luck at work, Lexi. Love ya,” Raph ended, smiling widely when she replied “I love you too, see you later.” And hung up the call. ‘Great, now it’s time to hide and wait until the coast is clear.’

Little did any of the Hamato brothers know, it was going to be the opposite of what they think is going to happen.

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The clock hit 8:00, Raph made sure the coast was clear, checking to see if everyone was in their rooms for the night. ‘Okay, looks like everyone’s at least doing their own thing. Time to make my exit.’ Looking left and right, he made his way to the tunnel, reaching the surface to finally have the weekend with Alexis. Luckily enough, her sister Natalie was away with her husband, so they’d really have the whole weekend to themselves. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Raph made it to her building, slowly climbing down to the fire escape, seeing her window slightly ajar for him to come in. “Lexi, I’m here!” Opening up the window more, moving the curtain slightly over, “how ‘bout we skip over the meal and-” “oh puhlease don’t finish that sentence! We don’t wanna know that!”

Eyes widening at the new voice, Raph fully stopped in Alexis’s living room, turning to see all of his brothers, who looked to have bags with them, almost as if they too were staying the weekend . All three smirking, before he could start the yelling, a hand was placed on his bicep, coming to his side was Alexis, beautiful light-brown hair woman about 5’6, still wearing a business suit looking like she had just gotten home from work, who also wore a tight smile to her face, also seeming very annoyed by their sudden appearance. “ Yes Raphael , it appears that the guys reminded me about my promise for a weekend fun of all of us spending quality time together.” ‘Oh no, not my actual name.’

Slowly reaching over to his bandana, she pulled him closer to her face, continuing, “Leo here said it was all part of your plan . To have a surprise visit from them to get us all together.” Before he knew it, Alexis pulled him over to the kitchen, Raph yelping in pain, not knowing what she was going to do. Before she could get a word in, Raph whispered, “I’m sorry they ambushed you like that, I swear I didn’t know they were coming! Ya believe me, don’tcha babe?” Sighing, Alexis shook her head slightly, looking over at the brothers in question. “Of course I do, though you’re going to lose Leo, just a heads up there,” “couldn’t agree more,” “but they’re here now and we just have to make the best of it. Even with all our efforts, I know they won’t leave.” Annoyed but agreeing, Raph slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to make her feel at least a little better, “Raph’s sorry. I promise it’ll be just us soon, I’ll kick their asses before they even get a chance to pull this again.” Softly smiling, Alexis placed her hands on his arms, “now you listen here. Yes we had made plans, but the one thing you need to keep telling yourself is that I love your brothers very much. Even with this, I still care about them deeply too,” slowly letting go, she grabbed his face with both hands, squished it a bit and gave him a quick peck to the lips before pulling away, walking towards her room.

“I’m going to change. You all think of a movie to watch when I get out.”

Once the door closed shut, Raph immediately ran to his brothers, debating whether to strangle them here or at home. “How the hell did you all know about this?! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY IF YOU DID KNOW, WHY MAKE RAPH MISERABLE ABOUT IT?!” Chuckling, Leo decided to explain his mastermind of plans, “see here Raphie, originally we were going to let you guys have your weekend alone together, but where would the fun be in that?” Looking over to Raph, smirking widely at his older brother’s threatening stink, “I also believe a little payback was in order from the three of us to you, so consider all of us even!” Confused, Raph interrupted Leo, “Payback?! What are you even talking about!” “Don’t act surprised by the statement, you know what you did!” Donnie exclaimed, pointing at Raph accusingly. Shaking his head, Raph couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his brothers right now. “Name one thing I did to you bozos that I deserved this “payback” ,”

“You made me think I destroyed my own project when IT WAS ACTUALLY YOU! AND TRYING TO MAKE ME THINK IT WAS MY OWN FAULT!”

“Okay sure, that was on me, but-”

“And you burned up the wall when you were trying to cook for Lexi WITHOUT MY HELP mind you! AND DIDN’T BOTHER SAYING ANYTHING! THIS IS GOING ON RECORDS FOR NEXT TIME YOU SEE DR. FEELINGS!”

“Well, let’s not get carried away-”

“Do I even need to say it? All those times you INTERRUPTED my dates or “fun times” with others that were WELL DESERVED!”

“OKAY, I GET IT!” Raph sighed hugely, rubbing his temples from the growing headache that was about to form. Turning back to the three, taking a big breath, Raph knew how to mend everything between all of them, “listen, I’m sorry for causing all of that, except maybe those few times from you Leo, those were actual emergencies oh great leader,” Leo rolled his eyes, but let him continue, “if this means we’re squared, cleaned out from paybacks, you all PROMISE to leave us alone for good?” The three brothers looked at each other, silently nodding before agreeing with their older brother. Relief washed over his facial expressions, before saying anything else, all of them shared a quick group hug, mending whatever amounts of paybacks they just agreed to squash over. Before letting go, with a menacing smile, Raph towered over them, “oh this only means that there will be nice, fresh paybacks for all of you . Whatever it is you think I’ll pull, I’ll do ten times worse . ” Grabbing Leo by the shoulder, he turned to continue his threat, “sleep with one eye open, Leo. I’m sure there will be a time when you’re going to let your guard down, right?” All of them shivered in fear of what the eldest was going to do to them, silently begging Alexis to hurry and calm him down.

As if reading their minds, finally leaving her room, Alexis looked to be in pajamas, going over to the kitchen to get snacks ready for whichever movie the brothers had picked. Once seeing her out of her room, Raph decided to join her in helping pick out snacks, heading to the bathroom to change into pajamas as well. Once he was out of the room, Donnie harshly whispered over to Leo, “well, the plan worked, but at what cost Nardo?!” Sighing, Leo just shook his head, turning the T.V. on to actually pick a movie. “Let’s just remember this moment and prepare for whatever fresh hell is about to happen to each of us back home,” nodding along, Mikey laid his chin over his knees, turning over to see what was on to pick for movies. Quietly, from the corner of his eye, he caught Alexis and Raph smiling at each other, giggling over whatever it was they were talking about. Feeling a bit guilty, aside from what they had just talked about, Mikey also understood that people in relationships just do want to be left alone, even if it is far from their families.

The couple walked over to the living room with snacks, Alexis noted how quiet Mikey had been, completely ignoring the bickering brothers to her left as they were still trying to pick a decent movie to watch . “Hey hon, what’s wrong?” She asked the youngest of the brothers, sitting next to him to hear what he had to say. Slightly turning his head towards her, Mikey said very softly, “I’m sorry we crashed yours and Raph’s weekend to be with each other. If it wasn’t for Leo talking us into it, we wouldn’t have done it.” Turning back forwards he continued, “you probably think we’re the worst brothers ever and don’t want to come by anymore, right? I’ve never seen you this upset with us before.” Turning away, Mikey didn’t want Alexis to see his saddened face, not wanting the person who he had considered an older sister figure to see him act this way (as did the other two brothers too). Smiling softly, Alexis wrapped her left arm over his shoulder, making his entire form turn over to face her, even with his gaze to the floor, “Mikey, you and your brothers are not the worst. Yes, while I was upset at first over the change of plans,” she slightly turned his face so they were at each other, “I will always welcome you guys with big, open arms. I can’t turn you all away, even if I wanted to!” Tickling his sides, laughing along with him, she continued, “while I’m most likely still going to kill your brother for planning this whole “payback” escapade,” rolling her eyes, Alexis continued, “I will always be happy to spend quality time with each and everyone of you. I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t care about you guys at all, alright?” Mikey nodded, hugging her fully, feeling a lot better about the whole situation that had happened.

Silently watching, Raph couldn’t help but smile widely, happy to see how much happiness and comfort Alexis had brought not only him, but his brothers over the years that they had known her. Sitting up straight on the couch, Raph moved over slightly to give Alexis room to sit with him, throwing his arm around her shoulders, watching the movie that someone had picked, enjoying the night with his girlfriend and brothers.

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Saturday morning came, with Mikey cooking up breakfast for everyone while the other three brothers were sitting in the living room, fully ready to eat whatever breakfast their little brother had in store. “Is Lexi still sleeping?” questioned Leo, sitting on the floor next to Donnie, who was on his phone waiting for his breakfast. Looking at the door to her room, Raph nodded, “just for a bit. She’s in and out of sleep, wanting to catch up on it since working so much.” Looking back to Leo, he finished with, “by now she should be up getting dressed for the rest of the day.” With that, Mikey exclaimed “finished!” and served them breakfast, also wanting to get the day started soon too.

While eating, they suddenly heard rapid knocking, the sound of keys unlocking the door to the apartment. All four brothers turned their heads to Alexis’s door, waiting to see who was entering it. Eyes widen at noticing the familiar face of Izra entering the apartment, completely ignoring their presence and going straight to Alexis’s room, knocking on her door. “Lexi, I need your help!” “You are one of the few who made it to the list of people I’m going to kill. What do you want, I’m trying to sleep .” Rolling her eyes, fully facing the closed door, Izra continued her badgering, “C’mon Lexi, I need help with these stitches for my pants! You know I wouldn’t ask for help unless I absolutely needed to! Please!” Izra carried the begging, as everyone heard the groaning coming from the other side of the door, knowing that sleep was now inevitable for Alexis. Izra giggled, slowly turning around, “love you!” she said, once again annoyingly drawing out the word as she was about to raid Alexis’s kitchen for food. Fully turned away, waiting patiently for Alexis, Izra walked past the living room, looking over and said a quick “hey” to all the brothers, continuing her way to the kitchen, pants on the side of the couch for Alexis to look at.

As Izra made her way to the fridge, she stopped halfway from reaching a cup of yogurt before standing up straight, immediately rushing over to the guys, staring at each other. Watching all of them, Izra looked at them confusedly, before noticing a small little detail as she got closer to Raph. Squinting at him, she noticed a tiny bit of a purple bruise ( ‘a fucking hickie’ she thought) on Raph’s neck, checking each of the brothers, looking back to Raph, rubbing her eyes to see if they were deceiving her. A little light bulb went off and before she could freak out, a hand shot out behind her, covering Izra’s mouth to muffle the absolute outbreak she was having. “Would you excuse me guys, I gotta take care of something real quick,” Alexis said, while dragging Izra to the second room, continuing to point at Raph for the big reveal she just discovered. “Well, I call that our entertainment for the morning, how about you guys?” Shaking his head at Leo, Raph concerningly looking over to the door both Alexis and Izra went in through, hoping nothing wrong was happening in there.

Inside said guest room were whispered arguments about what had just happened. “I’m going to let you go if you promise to keep your voice down, got it?! ” Alexis whispered harshly, looking over at Izra, who quickly nodded her head in agreement. Sighing loudly, she let go of her mouth, Izra taking deep breaths before continuing, “how do you know those guys?! And most importantly, are you dating the big red guy over there?! ” Looking at Izra like she had two heads, Alexis also started questioning her.

“Me?! How do YOU know those guys? And didn’t you say you needed help with something?!”

Shaking her head in disbelief, Izra continued, “nuh uh, you’re not going to avoid the other question Lexi! They’re the friends I was talking to you about! Who are also April’s brothers too!” Sighing as Izra was trying to keep her voice low so the guys wouldn’t hear them, “also why have you never mentioned the fact that you were dating Raph?!” “How do you know it’s him, huh?” “AH HA, SO YOU’RE NOT DENYING IT THEN?” “WAIT-” Taking a deep breath, Alexis lowering her voice down, “okay, yes I am and I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure how you would’ve reacted to it!” Shaking her head, Izra went to reassure her, “Alexis, you know more than anyone else that I would’ve been the happiest for you! Listen,” she grabbed Alexis’s hands, both staring at each other, “I’m so, so happy for the both of you! I want nothing more than for yours and his happiness! It’s a funny coincidence that it ended up being the same guys I happened to meet when I moved here, but really,” Izra went to hug her, Alexis hugging her back tenfold, holding back tears from what she had just said. “It should’ve been the first thing you told me once we reconcile, does Nat know?” Nodding her head, Izra sighed, “not surprising there. We should all have dinner together then, tonight.” Surprised at the suggestion, Alexis looked to Izra, wanting confirmation. “All of a sudden? Are you sure about it? Even when I told Talia, I hadn’t ever brought up dinner with all of them included.” “Oh I’m sure it would be fine, you got nothing to worry about!” Smiling at her, Izra wanted nothing more than to get everyone together and actually do a formal meeting for her and Natalie. “Okay, I think you’re right. But we can’t do it tonight! Nat is not even back from her trip with Fred!” Laughing, Izra showed the chain of text messages between her and Natalie, reading one message telling her that the couple was heading back to their place soon in the afternoon. “I’ll let her know the details, for now I want you and them to get ready for tonight.” Planning it out on her phone, Izra made her way to the door, going to grab her not stitched up pants.

Once both women left the room, the brothers looked over at them, trying to decide if they were going to kill each other or not. “But before then, can you pretty please help me with this stitch, I don’t fully remember how to sew it back together this way!” Izra whined, handing her pants to Alexis who rolled her eyes before taking it out of her hands, concentrating on sewing up the pants, with Izra jumping in excitement. It was quiet for a solid 5 minutes, looking over at the two, Donnie broke the silence by questioning the two women, “so with everything that just spiraled out of control, how do either of you know each other?” “Yeah, are you two also long lost best friends reconnecting once more, just like the other guys?!” Mikey followed up after Donnie, chin on top of Donnie’s head as if he needed leverage to better hear the answers. All looking at the two, they both looked at each other before laughing uncontrollably. Afterwards, Alexis continued her sewing, having an answer for the guys.

“She's my little sister.”

Silence.

“WHAT!” screamed all four brothers, not expecting the answer Alexis gave them. Laughing more at their surprised reaction, before either woman could explain, they were bombarded with many questions about their family.

“How does one simply just have a little sister if neither of you mentioned each other to anyone else?” “So this is the sister who left? And the one who you missed most? There’s a lot to unpack on both your ends!”

“You don’t even have the same faces or last names to be sisters!”

Sighing, Alexis cleared her throat, trying to get their attention to explain the dynamics that are her and Izra’s family relationship. “We’re foster sisters. I was adopted by the Montague family when I was very young. Before being adopted though, I was friend’s with Natalie for a while before our parents made that decision.” “So if that’s true, then is Natalie your real sister Izzie?” Mikey asked, as Izra nodded her head. Izra piggybacked what Alexis was saying, “Natalie may be my biological sister, but they are both my real sisters.” She said with pride, making sure to look over at Alexis to remind her how important she will always be to the family. Smiling softly, finishing up the sewing, before anyone else said a word, Donnie asked, “So if that’s true then, do you not know who your biological parents are then?” Excitement hit him like a freight train, “cause if not, I got a whole kit ready to go! I’ve been meaning to test out my DNA lab anyways!” Before he could go on a whole rant, Izra shut it down, real quick .

“Yes we do. No one needs to be looking them up. Period.”

Shock was written on all of their faces, not expecting Izra to respond in such a cold response. Awkwardly chuckling, handing back her pants, Alexis rubbed small circles behind Izra’s back, trying to dissipate the anger that was slowly building. Closing her eyes, taking deep breaths in and out, she continued, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. We just know it will end up badly if you look them up. So please don’t Donnie.” Nodding his head in agreement, Izra tried changing the subject, on a happier note, “welp, that’s about all the time I got! Thank you again ma’am for helping with my pants” she shook them at Alexis, “and please let them know what the plans are for tonight. I’ll see you guys later!” “Wait, where did you even come from? Your apartment is not that close to here!” Giving her a ‘are you serious’ look before answering, “did you not even think to ask about who was going to take care of Aria?” It took a couple seconds until realization hit Alexis, covering her mouth in complete shock. “Oh my god, I completely forgot! Is she doing okay, the little girlie?” Rolling her eyes, Izra gave a simple answer. “Of course she’s fine! I’m loving all of our cuddle sessions when she’s not acting like a brat.” “Well what can you do, you know who her owner is,” laughed the two sisters, before continuing on, Leo perked up from the conversation, “I’m sorry, who’s Aria? Another lost family member?”

Once more, Izra rolled her eyes at Leo, before giving him a stare, answering, “Aria is Natalie’s cat. I’ve been with this cat since they first rescued her so of course I’m going to be the one to take care of her,” snickering slightly, hearing the small “hey!” from behind her. Moving to reach the door, is when Izra remembered one more thing to ask Alexis.

"I almost forgot, but can you also fix something else of mine please?”

“And what would this other thing be?”

“I think you’ll know what it is when I bring it… It’s something from home you know how to fix…”

“Oh no. Izra, not this again.” Alexis sighed out, almost wanting to punt her sister out the window for possibly even thinking of what Izra’s doing with this thing she has again from home.

“I’ll explain later when they’re not here, but for now, can you please? I’ll bring it over the next time we hang out.”

“You better explain, you know what we’ve been through!” sounding a bit frustrated, Izra went to hug Alexis, with her hugging Izra back. "It’s not as bad as you think. It’s nothing to worry about. I promise.” Pulling back, Izra gave her a reassuring smile before heading out the door to get ready.

Closing the door, sighing while doing so, Alexis turned to her kitchen, needing any form of coffee. While in the midst of making coffee, two hands came up to her shoulders, massaging them to relieve her worries. “Whatever it is she said to you, ya gotta believe it. She wouldn’t have told you unless she didn’t trust you, right?” Turning around to face Raph, Alexis smiled, nodding her head in agreement, smiling even bigger when he kissed her forehead. Before they knew it, an interruption came between them, “I don’t mean to butt in even more, but uh…” Leo started, clearing his throat before finishing, “What’s happening tonight that you’re supposed to tell us?”

“Ah, thank you Leo! Tonight, we’re having a family dinner. My sisters, brother-in-law, and I with you guys plus your fathers and April! So look your best and go get them!”

“...WHAT?!”

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(Next: Ch.4)

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curedeity · 2 years

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Shogun Steel Episode 4:

-its time to have to deal with kite. Pray for my sanity.

-i love marus excited pose

-zyro explicitly asking shinobu to come along on the training trip is an adorable scene they robbed us of

-"beyblade is fun" "youre kidding" in this show apparently

-shinobu has a deeper voice than benkei

-maru better have lied to them and switched the lap number once. You know she did.

-they both hate losing. Game nights with this gang must be fun

-maru push them off the cliff for daring to contradict her. She couldve. I wish

-okay these twos conversations are actually really stiff right now. I hope they get better because right now its honestly a bit tough to listen to them

-zyro stop insulting benkeis burgers!!!!! Thats illegal!!!!

-maru and eight should pit their older brothers against each other more often

-"kite unabara. They say hes really good but never looked at his outfit in a mirror. Kinda like you zyro"

-honestly maru is the one who humiliated eight and it would be way funnier if kite tried to battle maru only to be hit with the fact shes five and he thus has no idea what to do.

-i really want to know what sort of mathematics they think kite is doing. Are they linear, polynomial, matrix, probability?? And what probability model is he using? Do i actually care? No

-none of these characters have poker faces

-maru how did you not see it was a defense type earlier??? Maru whered your competence go

-honestly id love a mathematical character where theyre just spouting bullshit and they know it. Thatd be me.

-im trying to think of something lukewarm to say about kite but honestly his character is just annoying for me. He has zero maturity. Hes being pretty easy to ignore though, thankfully for me

-synchrome time!

-guys. Guys. Hear me out. Maru and zyro synchrome. I know what im doing when i finish this series now.

-efrit finally causes some property damage in this series!!!! I was waiting for shit to break!!!!

-summary: maru got to be silly this episode so obviously a 10/10 for me but zyros battle with kite was pretty uninteresting. Eight shined this episode though as annoying as he is at least he got small moments of character depth. The beginning of this episode is honestly something i remember as one of my favorite parts of this series and that hasnt changed.

#deity rewatches shogun steel to bully jt #mfb #beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade shogun steel

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g0kotta · 2 years

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Bound 2

Mikey, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Shion Madarame x gn!reader

They fall for you

Bound to fall in love <3

Sano Manjiro

I know I got a bad reputation

Walking 'round, always mad reputation

He was a well known delinquent around Japan. Many already knew his last name, because of his older brother Shinichiro, but it was obvious how different they were. Mikey was ruthless, he didn’t care about anything and anyone. His main purpose in life was to create chaos and bring pain. While Shinichiro was a delinquent who cared about everyone. He did what made him happy and he tried to help out other’s as well. That’s why his death brought many to tears, Shinichiro was named as a legend which no one would ever forget.

But for Mikey.. People prayed for Mikey’s downfall and that should’ve been one of the biggest red flags for you. But you didn’t care about any of that. What you cared about was how he treated you. He saw you as an equal and promised to protect you with his whole life. He met you when he was still in Toman. He was buying midnight snacks when you came into the small shop near his house. It wasn’t love at first sight, but he knew you’d be something to him. A friend, an enemy, or a lover - he didn’t know. But he had a feeling. And he was right. You two became close extremely fast.

At nights he’d hold you close and whisper about your future. How he wants to marry you, even though he knows it’s not safe. He even thought about leaving this life behind, but that wasn’t possible. He’d ask you to never leave him. Mikey was broken, after losing so much. And you’d stay with him until the very end. Even if it meant losing your sanity.

Haitani Ran

Leave a pretty girl sad reputation

He was a playboy. Breaking the hearts of guys and girls without any shame or guilt. He had the looks and the personality and that was enough. People knew how he was, but they still expected to be the one for Ran. But the relationships ended not even a month in. Haitani was capable of having a good relationship, but he just never found the right one. Deciding to just indulge in one night stands. But that was until he met you.

You were so rude and cold towards him. You had no fear, even though you knew the power his name held. You thought he was the most annoying person to exist on this planet and he thought you were the most perfect human being. But of course it was hard for him to convince you that he actually liked you. Ran was cursing out himself for building the reputation he had and Rindou was laughing at his older brother’s problem.

He knew it would take a long while to make you believe him. But he was persistent. He wouldn’t give up. Not until he had you in his arms.

Haitani Rindou

Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation

I turnt the nightclub out of the basement

Haitani Rindou was known for a lot of things. He was a delinquent, he helped his brother kill someone at the age of twelve, he spent a lot of his teenage years in Juvie, he was known as a celebrity in Roppongi and around school he was also known for being rude and cold towards other students, pushing them around with his brother. Basically, he wasn’t a good person and everyone and their moms knew this. Following the footsteps of his older brother Ran, he built himself a name which brought fear to many. The only exceptions to this were his brother, his friends and for some reason - you.

You had just moved to Japan, not having any family there, or knowing anyone in that country in general. Your dad got a job in Tokyo and he took this opportunity to make more money. Of course you weren’t too fond of this idea, but who were you to crush his dreams. So you sucked it all in and decided to just keep quiet. Surprisingly it wasn’t too bad. Even though you were in the centre of attention (good and bad) you enjoyed making new friends and joining clubs. Mostly everything was going great, until the day you bumped into the famous Haitani Rindou. You had heard stories about him from your new friends, but he wasn’t what you had expected him to be.

He made sure you were okay and was blushing the whole time you two talked. What you didn’t know was how you managed to consume his mind. You were all he could think about. Your smile, your eyes, your cute accent and the funny way you pronounced words. Rindou managed to develop the biggest crush on you just by talking to you for a few minutes.

“Hey, there’s a party at my place.” He clears his throat. “On friday. I’ll be the dj. Come over?”

“For sure.” You smile at him and write down your number on a small piece of paper.

That was a start of a long lasting relationship.

Shion Madarame

And ay, ayo, we made to Thanksgiving

So ay, maybe we can make it to Christmas

Shion wasn’t the best at showing his emotions. He couldn’t tell you how he felt most of the time. Maybe it was because of pride, or maybe he was never taught to speak out. You didn’t know. But you did know that he loved you. You knew from the high school days, when he bumped into you on accident and then blamed it all on you.

He was a dumbass. He was forgetful, rude, way too stuck up and egoistic. Even after losing a fight, he’d walk with his head high and you didn’t know if that was a good, or a bad thing. All you knew was that you’d be there to patch him up. And even if he didn’t show it - he was grateful. Shion never thought you’d like him back. You were way too good for him. But he never regretted the stupid letter he wrote to you when he was sixteen. He’d always remember how you smiled while reading it and how you knew that it was him.

Now, he walked around the streets of Japan with you in his arms, his head still held high, but for different reasons. Shion knew they were all jealous of him. After all, you were a beauty to behold.

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kawasiki-jo · 2 years

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Left and Right

Hey guys. I live, regrettably.

It’s been a long ass week for me and I’m sorry for going M.I.A. Your girl graduated university with a Law degree, celebrated her birthday, and got Covid all in one week✨

It was fun (all the times I nearly coughed up lungs included). And now I’m back. All this nearly dying thing gave me time to gather a constellation of fanart I wanna do in the future, so you can definitely expect some cringy shit. Actually, I don’t even know if anyone is still reading, but if you are- Thanks. You make bad decisions

Anyway, If you were waiting, here you go:

Some Vampire slayer and the Vampire he’d definitely slay for, fanart✨✨✨🙈

Yes. I am aware that Macau looks nothing like Ta. let me live please.

(I don’t know what I did, but Macau looks older and it’s just a downward spiral from there....)

On to the rant if you’re still interested🦄. P.S it’s gonna be back to being a skeleton cause @tino2410 and I are writing the full fic - which will start getting published soon. I hope.

Fuck.

Macau couldn’t take it. He was hoping that his gut was lying to him, it can’t be true. He’s shaking and pretty sure all the blood in his body is sloshing around up in his head by now. He had done another quick check, just to be sure. God, how he hopes it’s not what he thinks it is.

His brother would never, right?

His brother would never kidnap Chay just to hurt Porsche, right?

Vegas knows how much Porsche and Chay care for each other because Macau was the one who had told him so. Macau had told him just how much Porsche does for Chay. Fuck. He did this as well. Now he’s losing his sanity over finding both Porsche and Chay dead.

His bodyguard comes running up to him with what he prays is the information he had requested for, and it is. It’s the cctv footage of all the cameras around the area. The bodyguard plays the third video - it’s from the mini grocery store down the road, on the left - and he sees it, the white van that passes at the 10:13am time stamp. None of the other vehicles seem suspicious so it has to be the white van, there are records of it going and coming all within a span of fifteen minutes.

His heart is racing as he zooms in to get the number plate, but the angle of the camera hadn’t picked it up. He wants to throw a fit, frustration begging to get the better of him, but he doesn’t have time for that. Every second he wastes could mean Chay losing more blood.

He begs his brain not to imagine it, and shuts his eyes, but he still can see it.

He gets back into the car, finally leaving Chay’s house. He needs to get back to the family house. He knows it’s beyond unlikely that Vegas would bring them there, but he still couldn't locate Vegas’ phone.

When he arrives back home, he quickly notices that all the bodyguards are lined up in their posts. His father must be back. Great, there couldn’t be a worse timing for any of this. He rushes into the house only to be stopped by Lan the moment he breaches the threshold. Lan informs him that his brother has not yet returned and that his father is not in a good mood. Conveniently, through his peripheral he sees a few bodyguards drag a decapitated body towards the basement.

His heart nearly stops, as Lan’s voice fades out. He’s running before he knew it, skidding on the few puddles of blood left behind as he calls out to the bodyguards who were carrying the body.

Let it not be.

He hadn’t realized that he’d been holding his breath until his shaky hands pull one of the men aside to take a better look. He breathes in and lets out a silent chant of relief. His calm lasts for a second before his eyes shoot back towards the body. If it wasn’t Porsche or Chay, who was it?

Ken; he is informed by the other bodyguard and Macau’s eyes blow wide. He pieces his worries together, and pulls out his phone to call Vegas. He needs to warn him, needs to let him know to stay away.

He still isn’t able to reach him, and Macau thinks that if his father doesn’t end up killing Vegas tonight, he’d do it himself. He can’t believe how fast everything escalated and now he doesn’t even know who he can save.

Lan finds him near the stairs- mid-internal conflict- and informs him that his father wants to speak to him. Macau isn’t surprised when he enters his father’s office to see Ken’s head getting wrapped up in a box. He straightens when his father turns around to acknowledge his presence before he notices the suitcases beside the couch.

“You leave in twenty minutes.”

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Short? yes, I know. I’m sorry

Slow? Yes, I also know. I’m sorry

Took a depressing turn? Yes, I also also know this. I’m a little less sorry about this

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lumosandnoxwriting · 4 years

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Figuring it Out Together - Fred Weasley

Title: Figuring it Out Together Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warning: NSFW!! Male receiving oral, female receiving oral, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, some dom/sub elements but nothing too intense, begging, semi-public sex Summary: landing in detention with the person she hates most is the last thing Y/N ever wants to do. But of course, with Fred Weasley around nothing ever seems to work out the way Y/N thinks it will. A/N: this is for the anon who wanted an enemies to lovers smut with Fred! The summary is shit but what else is new lol. Thank you so much to @fandomscombine and the two anons who helped me develop this idea!! Requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! I’ve started a tag list, so send me a message or ask if you’d like to be added! Tags: @pandaxnienke

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“Oi, Weasley! Get your ass back here!” Y/N shouts, chasing behind Fred as he heads towards the Gryffindor locker room with his brother. Fred and George stop in the tracks and turn around at the same time, the exact same cheeky smile on their mouths.

“Y/N!” George greets as she approaches.

“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Fred asks.

“You!” Y/N growls, pointing at Fred.

As Y/N comes to stand in front of them they both can’t help but notice how angry she is. Her face is flushed red and her eyes are dark and narrowed. Thankful that her anger seems to be directed at Fred, George gives his brother a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before turning around and following the rest of the team into the locker room.

“Me?” Fred teases, pointing to himself. “I’ve done something to rile up Miss prim and proper Y/N? Give me a moment, I need to bask in the glory.” Fred closes his eyes, tilts his head back and opens his arms as if the heavens have opened up and sunlight is gleaming down on him.

All this does is infuriate Y/N further, and when she finally gets close enough she shoves Fred as hard as she can. He doesn’t really move much, but it shocks him, and that’s enough for her. “What’s your problem you fucking prick? Why did you do that?”

“You’re going to have to elaborate, darling,” Fred responds casually, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s a lot of things I’ve done in my life to classify me as a prick, so I’m going to need more details.”

“You broke his arm,” Y/N clarifies, gesturing towards the Quidditch pitch.

Fred rolls his eyes. “Your brother has suffered far worse injuries during a game, Y/N. Madam Pomfrey will have him fixed up in no time. No need for all the dramatics.”

Fred’s casual attitude does nothing but make Y/N angrier, and she shoves him again. “Most of them due to you no doubt! You knew how important this game was and yet you still had to go out of your way to be a complete asshat!”

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor have just finished a grueling match, and Fred spent most of it hitting bludgers at Y/N’s older brother Matthew like they were the only two people on the pitch. While Y/N normally would be loving the opportunity to rub in her house’s win, Y/N had been praying for Ravenclaw to win this particular match. It’s been Matthew’s dream to be a professional Quidditch player since he was a little kid, and this match was his opportunity to make that a reality. Scouts from a few different professional teams were in attendance, and the Ravenclaw team has spent weeks fitting in extra practices to give them the upper advantage on Gryffindor.

Even Y/N was positive that they would take the win, until Fred made it his personal agenda to ensure Matthew never scored a goal. Y/N’s brother had spent most of the game whizzing around the field avoiding Fred, and he failed to score a single goal. And the icing on the cake was that 20 minutes before Harry caught the snitch Fred hit a bludger so hard that Matthew couldn’t avoid it, and it came into direct contact with his arm – shattering quite a few of the bones in it.

Fred huffs. “What did you want me to do? Throw the game so your stupid brother could show off to all of those recruiters? Me hitting bludgers at him so he doesn’t score is kinda the whole point of the game, Y/N.”

“Don’t try and act like I’m the one in the wrong here, Fred!” Y/N shouts, gathering the attention of some of the students heading back towards the castle. “You were focusing a bit too hard on Matthew and you know it! There was six other Ravenclaw players on the pitch, did you think about trying to hit some bludgers towards them?”

“Oh fuck off, Y/N,” Fred spits, returning her anger. “It’s a fucking game, get over it. Why do you always have to be such a bitch? You suck the fun out of everything.”

Y/N is seething with anger, and just as she starts to pull her hand back to slap Fred across the face, Professor McGonagall is stepping in between them.

“What on God’s green earth do you two think you’re doing?” McGonagall asks, looking between the two of them. “Mr. Weasley, Ms. Y/L/N. Detention, all next week and I’ll have 50 points from each of you. Now I suggest you two go find something else to do before I make it a month.”

Y/N flips Fred off as McGonagall walks away before she’s turning on her heel and stomping back up to the castle.

“Will you sit down, your pacing is making me dizzy,” Matthew groans, putting his head in his hand.

“Sorry,” Y/N apologizes, giving her brother a sheepish smile. She takes a seat on the edge of his bed, trying not to jostle Matthew too much. Madam Pomfrey had been able to heal his arm quickly, but some of the potions she’d given him left him quite dizzy, so he’s still resting in the Hospital Wing.

“Fred is a prick, Y/N. You didn’t have to confront him,” Matthew says, looking up at Y/N. “Although I really wish you would have slapped him.”

“If McGonagall had only showed up a few seconds later,” Y/N laughs. “I’ve never had the urge to hit someone before but there’s just something about his stupid face that makes me so mad. You’ve been working so hard for this match and then he called me a bitch,” Y/N sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t feel bad, and besides, this is a moment we should be celebrating.” When Y/N gives Matthew a confused look he laughs. “Your first detention! I’m so proud of you,” he says wistfully, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“Oh shove it,” Y/N says with a giggle. “I’m going to be stuck in a room every night for the next week with Fred doing whatever McGonagall wants, sounds lovely,” she adds sarcastically with an eyeroll.

“To be fair most girls would kill to be in your position,” Matthew points out with a laugh. “Locked in a room for hours on end with Fred Weasley. That’s like a girl’s wet dream come to life.” When Y/N grimaces at the thought Matthew gives her a look. “Every girl except for you apparently. Why do you even hate Fred so much?”

Y/N gives Matthew a look of surprise. “You can’t be serious?” When Matthew continues to look at her dumbfounded she scoffs. “You were at this school for two years before I was and all I heard when you were home on break was how much of an annoying prat Fred is. I mean I tried not to hate Fred just because you did when I got sorted into Gryffindor and he was pretty okay at first. But one day he just started being a dick to me and I realized you were right.”

“Probably because you’re my sister. I’m always on his case about pulling pranks or messing around in class, he probably figured you’d be the same way,” Matthew reasons.

Y/N shrugs. “Well he’s a bag of dicks anyway, so I’m not too bothered by it.”

Monday evening comes far too quickly for Y/N’s liking, and after dinner she trots off to the trophy room, Fred begrudgingly following behind. McGonagall is already waiting for them, and she directs them to sit on the couch in front of her. Y/N takes a seat and practically hugs the arm rest so she’s sitting as far away from Fred as possible.

“The behavior you two exhibited on Saturday was unacceptable and downright barbaric,” McGonagall scolds, her tone sharp. “You’ll be spending the week making sure every one of the trophies in this room shines like it’s brand new.” Y/N looks around at the vast amount of trophies in the room as McGonagall hands them each a rag. “This should give you plenty of time to not only think about your actions, but to resolve whatever animosity exists between the two of you.” She gives them each a stern look before heading towards the door. “I’ll be back to check on you both.”

Y/N groans as McGonagall shuts the door behind her and she hoists herself off of the couch towards the mantle, needing to put some space between her and Fred. McGonagall may want them to sort out their issues, but Y/N wants nothing to do with Fred, and she still has some lingering anger from their fight on Saturday so she’s sure all it would do is end in another detention. Y/N grabs a random trophy and starts scrubbing at it, keeping her back towards Fred.

“This is such bullshit,” Fred mutters to himself after a few minutes of working in silence. Y/N can feel his glare and her shoulders tense up, but she doesn’t say anything or turn around. “This is all your fault you know,” Fred continues a few moments later when Y/N continues to ignore him.

Y/N places the trophy she’d been working on back and picks up another one, determined not to give Fred a reaction. Clearly he’s trying to instigate her into getting into more trouble and while Fred may be used to serving detention Y/N plans on making this week her one and only stint. Y/N finally relaxes after a few minutes of silence, when Fred starts to hum some random song rather loudly and out of tune.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Y/N mutters to herself as she starts to work on another trophy. “Shut up!” Y/N demands, slamming the trophy she’d been working on down. As much as she wants to just ignore Fred, she also wants to keep her sanity.

“No,” Fred responds dully before he continues humming.

Y/N turns around to glare at Fred, and the sweet smile on his face only annoys her further. “Can you not be an asshole? For like, once in your life. Let’s just get through this week and then we can continue to hate each other from afar.”

Fred places the plaque he’d been working on down and leans back on the sofa, crossing his arms. “Why should I make this easy on you? You’re the one that got me into this mess.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. You totally didn’t shout back at me or call me any names. You just stood there and let me yell at you,” Y/N responds with an eyeroll.

Fred narrows his eyes. “You started it,” he fires back. “I was on my way back to the locker room when you ran up to me and started shouting. And don’t forget you shoved me a few times. I only shouted back because I was tired of listening to your stupid voice.”

“Oh please, you barely moved when I shoved you. You’re acting like I broke your arm or something. Oh wait, that was you,” Y/N reminds him harshly. “You broke my brother’s arm during the most important Quidditch game of his life!”

Fred stands up and takes a step towards Y/N, his fists clenched. “You’re still on that? It’s a game Y/N! I wasn’t trying to break his arm, it just happened! You’re being such a fucking cry baby over nothing!”

“I’m not being a cry baby!” Y/N insist, taking a step towards Fred.

“Oh you’re right my mistake,” Fred spits. “You’re being a fucking bitch!”

Y/N brings her hand out to slap Fred, but his hand wraps around her wrist tightly. Before she has a chance to try and struggle against his grip Fred is pulling Y/N into his chest and kissing her hard. Y/N kisses him back with enthusiasm and moans into Fred’s mouth as his hands land on her bum and give it a tight squeeze.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” Fred growls as he starts to bite and suck at Y/N’s neck. “You’re annoying as hell too,” he reminds as his hands shove up her shirt. “But so fucking hot.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Y/N demands, bringing their lips together again. Fred may be an annoying git, but even Y/N has to admit that he’s attractive and being with Fred will definitely make detention more interesting. “You have too many clothes on,” Y/N pants as they break apart, her hands starting to loosen Fred’s tie.

“I could say the same to you, princess,” Fred says, smirking when a shiver runs down Y/N’s spine. Normally the nickname would make her blood boil, but in this context it makes her pussy throb.

Y/N tosses Fred’s tie away as his fingers start to make quick work of her button down. “Why are these uniforms so fucking hard to take off,” Y/N groans as she starts to work at Fred’s shirt as well.

“That desperate for me already, Y/N?” Fred teases as he pushes her shirt off of her shoulders. He leans down to suck a mark onto the top of her breast as his hands move around her back to unhook her bra.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Weasley,” Y/N chides as she takes Fred’s shirt off. Her bra finally hits the ground, and Y/N lets out a whine as Fred’s mouth starts licking and sucking at her nipples. “You kissed me first, remember.”

“Only because I wanted you to shut the fuck up.” Fred steps back and sits on the couch, pulling Y/N down onto his lap. She straddles his waist and they both moan as she grinds down against him. Fred’s hands start to massage Y/N’s breasts and his thumbs start to roughly rub her nipples, causing her to let out a breathy moan. “That’s right, princess. Keep making those noises for me.”

Y/N bites her lip and rocks down against Fred again, determined to keep every noise that bubbles up her throat down. This seems to only spur Fred on, and his head dips down to take one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud as his other hand continues rubbing the other. “Fuck, Fred,” Y/N moans, unable to keep it in any longer.

“Love the way you moan my name,” Fred praises, rocking his hips up into Y/N. He’s painfully hard in his trousers and he’s desperate for some friction. “Although I think there’s something even better for your mouth to do, princess.”

Y/N is dripping wet in her panties, and she hates to admit that the thought of sucking Fred’s cock sends a tingle right through her core. “Gonna have to ask me for it, Fred,” she teases, sinking to her knees in front of him.

Fred kicks his shoes off as Y/N undoes his belt and starts to work at the button of his trousers. “Look at you, you’re practically drooling,” Fred taunts playfully. “Give it another few seconds and you’ll be begging me to put my cock in your mouth.”

“You sure about that?” Y/N asks, looking up at Fred. She pulls his trousers and boxers down to his thighs in one go, and Y/N has to bite her tongue to keep from moaning as his cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. Fred exudes big dick energy, and Y/N’s pussy throbs as her hand wraps around him, pleasantly surprised that his size matches his personality.

Fred throws his head back and groans as Y/N starts to slowly stroke him. “Just fucking suck it already,” Fred demands. “You know you want it, slut.”

“Thought I was your princess?” Y/N teases as she leans forward, her tongue coming out to kitten lick at his sensitive head.

“Only good girls get to be called princess,” Fred moans, his hand fisting in her hair. “Bad girls who don’t do what I tell them get called slut.” Fred tugs on Y/N’s hair, and he smirks at the moan she lets out. “So you better get sucking if you wanna be my princess.”

Y/N presses her thighs together to try and get some relief on her clit as she decides what to do next. She desperately wants to suck Fred off, but a part of her wants to hold off for a bit and push him to beg her instead. But as Y/N strokes Fred, a bead of precum bubbles up on the tip of his cock, and it makes her mouth water.

“That’s it, princess,” Fred moans as Y/N finally takes him into her mouth and swallows him down. He watches as his length disappears into Y/N’s mouth, his hips twitching as he hits the back of her throat. “Fuck your mouth feels amazing. Gonna have to shove my cock into it every time you get mouthy with me.”

Y/N hums around Fred, her hand starting to work at the part of his cock she can’t fit in her mouth. She pulls her head back so her tongue can twist around the tip, Fred’s moans and pants only encouraging her further. Y/N bobs her head down, gagging as Fred hits the back of her throat. She starts to pull back, but Fred’s hips surge forward, fucking his cock back into her throat and making her gag again.

“Did I say you could fuck my throat?” Y/N scolds as she pulls off. Fred’s hips lift up again to chase her mouth, and she wraps her hand around his cock.

“Sorry princess,” Fred apologizes smugly. “You sound so good gagging around my cock I couldn’t help it.” Fred uses the grip he has on Y/N’s hair to bring her mouth back towards his crotch. “Just keep sucking, I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t really want to anymore,” Y/N teases. Her thumb swipes over the tip of Fred’s cock with every upstroke, causing his hips to jerk. “Gonna have to beg me for it, Fred.”

Fred groans. “Such a fucking tease, Y/N. Fine don’t suck my cock,” Fred says flatly, trying to bait her into taking him back down her throat. “Your hand feels just as good,” he groans.

Y/N narrows her eyes at Fred and pulls her hand away. “You wanna come from a hand? Then you can get yourself off.” She stands up then and kicks off her shoes before slowly shimmying out of her school skirt and panties. Y/N then lays back on the floor with her feet flat, knees bent and open so Fred can see her dripping core. She props herself up on one elbow and looks Fred dead in the eyes as her other hand starts to wander down to her pussy. “You can use your hand, and I’ll use mine.”

Fred watches in rapt awe as Y/N starts to slowly rub her clit, small moans falling from her lips. His cock twitches and he resists the urge to wrap his hand around himself. “Look how fucking wet you are, princess. All of that, just for me?” Fred bites his lip as Y/N starts to tease her entrance with her finger. “How about you come on my cock instead?”

Y/N whines as she sinks a finger into her heat, her attention completely focused on Fred. She watches as he stands up and gets rid of the rest of his clothes, her pussy throbbing at how wet his cock is still from her saliva. When Fred settles on his knees between her legs, Y/N reluctantly stops her movements on her core and places one hand on Fred’s chest while the other wraps around his cock.

“You wanna fuck me, Fred?” When Fred nods and goes to move forward, Y/N shoves him back. “Gonna have to beg me for it.”

“Stop fucking around, Y/N,” Fred complains. “You’re desperate for my cock and you know it.”

Y/N’s walls clench around nothing and her hips buck as if they’re searching for something to fill her. “Beg me for my pussy, Fred,” Y/N demands. “Beg me, and I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Let me fuck you, princess, please,” he begs. “Wanna ruin you with my cock, stretch that pretty little pussy out.”

Y/N is desperate for release at this point, and Fred begging for her only makes it worse. She immediately lets go of him and grabs his face, pulling him down for a messy kiss. As soon as he’s free to move Fred inches forward and slams into Y/N, both of them moaning as he buries himself in her completely.

“Fucking hell, Fred,” Y/N moans. Fred starts to fuck into her quickly, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder so he can move deeper inside of her. “Oh my fucking god right there,” Y/N pants as his cock starts to drag against her g-spot on each thrust. “You fill me up so good, Fred, fuck. Such a big cock, fucking me so well.” Fred starts to rub her clit, and her walls clench around him.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” Fred compliments. “Can feel your walls stretching for me, like they were made to take my cock.” Fred lands a particularly hard thrust and he’s rewarded with the hottest moan he’s ever heard. “Bet I’m the biggest you’ve ever taken. Aren’t I, princess?”

“Oh fuck, Fred,” Y/N gasps, her orgasm suddenly hitting her. She can feel her walls tightening and spasming around Fred, and her legs start to shake as pleasure washes over her. “Come inside me Fred please,” Y/N begs as she pulls their mouths together.

Fred’s hips still as he releases inside Y/N, his hips just slowly rolling to help him through his orgasm. He kisses Y/N slow as they both come down and once his cock stops twitching Fred slowly pulls out of Y/N and sits back on his shins. They both just sit their basking in the pleasure that’s still coursing through their veins, when footsteps start to approach the door.

“Shit, shit, fucking shit, that must be McGonagall,” Y/N panics, scrambling to find her clothes.

Fred grabs his wand and casts a spell at the door to keep it from opening. “Quick, get dressed. That’ll only stop her for a few minutes.”

They both get dressed hurriedly, and Y/N has just barely grabbed her rag and started to scrub at a random trophy when the door bursts open.

“Bloody old doors,” McGonagall mutters as she steps inside. She eyes both Fred and Y/N quizzically and Y/N holds her breath, waiting to be told off. “And how are things?” she asks.

Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. “Going well, professor.”

Fred nods in agreement. “We’ve been hard at work. Merlin’s honor,” Fred adds.

“Very well then. I shall see you both tomorrow after dinner.” McGonagall steps out of the way, and both Y/N and Fred practically throw down the things in their hands as they rush to leave the room.

They walk back to the common room side by side, neither of them really sure what to say. Fred says the password as they reach the Fat Lady, and he lets Y/N go in first. Before Y/N has a chance to say anything to Fred he’s heading to join George on one of the couches, and Hermione is calling Y/N over.

“How was detention?” Hermione asks as Y/N reaches the table she’s sat at.

Y/N shrugs, trying to keep from blushing. “It was fine. Pretty boring actually.”

“Only four more days,” Hermione says with a laugh. “I’m working on that Charms essay if you wanna join me.”

“Yeah, totally. I’m just gonna go upstairs and grab a quick shower first and then grab my stuff.” Y/N can feel Fred’s release dripping out of her and into her panties, and she’ll never be able to focus on her homework if she doesn’t get cleaned up first.

“See you in a bit then.”

Y/N gives Hermione a smile before she turns on her heel and starts to head towards the staircase. Her legs are still a little shaky, and as she takes the first few steps up she stumbles a bit. Y/N looks back to see if anyone noticed, only to be met with Fred’s eyes. He gives her a sly wink, and she flips him off before disappearing up the stairs.

“So detention with Weasley was okay?” Matthew asks Y/N the next morning at breakfast.

They’re sitting together at the Ravenclaw table as always, and Y/N is thankful for the space it gives her from Fred. Last night was the best sex Y/N has ever had, and the fact that it was with someone she has hated for years has done nothing but confuse her further. She still hates Fred without a shadow of a doubt, but Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t want it to happen again.

“Yeah, it was pretty chill. McGonagall had us scrubbing trophies and stuff in the trophy room for hours which was mind numbing but, other than that it was uneventful,” Y/N lies. Telling her brother about her sex life is low on the list of things Y/N wants to do under normal circumstances, and it’s even lower when her partner is someone her brother considers an enemy.

“A bit of hard labor never hurt,” Matthew jokes, causing Y/N to choke on her orange juice.

“Yeah right. Hard labor,” Y/N tries to joke back once her coughs have died down. If only he knew the kind of hard labor we got up to Y/N thinks to herself as her eyes wander over towards the Gryffindor table. Her eyes meet Fred’s and she has to look away to avoid blushing.

“Hello, earth to Fred,” George calls, waving his hand in front of Fred’s face.

Fred drags his gaze away from Y/N so he can look at his brother. “Sorry, what did you say?”

George chuckles and looks over his shoulder to see what had Fred so occupied. “Ah, Y/N,” he drawls, looking back at Fred. “You were pretty quiet after you got back from detention. Did something happen?”

“No, not at all,” Fred lies, hoping his cheeks don’t start to heat up. Much like Y/N, Fred is completely confused about their encounter. He’s loathed both Y/N and her brother for as long as he can remember, but less than 12 hours ago they were having some of the best sex Fred has ever had and he’s already thinking about what they might get up to when they’re alone tonight.

“I was kinda surprised you came back in one piece,” Ron adds with a laugh. Fred throws his spoon at Ron, and the younger boy dodges it. “No need to be so rude. You two have hated each other for years and she looked ready to beat your ass on Saturday. I figured she’d take the opportunity to do it when you were alone.”

“Why do you two hate each other so much?” Hermione asks from Ron’s side. “It seems like you’ve been at each other’s throats since our first year.”

“I hate her because Y/N is an uppity asshole like her brother. Matthew is always getting me and George in trouble and Y/N does the same,” Fred explains. “Your first year, George was serving a detention with Snape and I set up what was going to be our best revenge prank yet. I went all out, it took weeks of planning. Except it never went off. Someone ratted on me and McGonagall intervened. I got in probably the worst trouble I’ve ever been in, Mum sent Howlers for days afterwards. I was in detention for months.”

“I remember that! Mum was still pissed at Christmas,” Ron says.

Hermione knits her eyebrows together. “I remember that too. But what does that have to do with Y/N?”

Fred sighs. “When I was leaving the prank to wait for George so we could set it off, Y/N passed me in the hallway. It had to be her who ratted me out just like her brown-nosing brother.”

“But it couldn’t have been Y/N. I spent most of the afternoon with her in the library working on a Herbology assignment. Ron and Harry were there too,” Hermione explains, and both Ron and Harry nod in agreement. “She must have passed you on the way into the library. By the time we left the library you were already in trouble, there’s no way she could have gone to see McGonagall between the time she passed you and when she got to the library.”

“Bet you it was Malfoy,” Harry adds. “He was leaving the library as Y/N entered, remember? He shoved her into the door jamb as they passed by each other.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Fred interrupts, his tone dripping with confusion. “You mean to tell me that I’ve spent the past 5 years hating Y/N for something she didn’t even do?”

Hermione nods. “Seems that way.”

Fred groans and stands up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Fred heads out of the Great Hall and towards class, feeling even more confused than he had before.

“You plan on ignoring me all night, princess?” Fred says quietly, coming up behind Y/N. McGonagall has just barely shut the door behind her to leave them be and Fred doesn’t want to waste any time. He’s decided in the time it’s been since breakfast that he really isn’t sure how he truly feels about Y/N and having sex with her seems to be the best way for him to figure it out. He’d been trying to catch her attention all day, but Y/N barely even glanced at him.

“How the hell do you move so quietly?” Y/N asks, toying with the rag in her hands. Truthfully Y/N had planned on ignoring Fred. She spent most of the day trying to decide what to do about this murky new relationship they’ve gotten themselves in, and finally settled on letting Fred take the next step. Y/N is prideful above anything else, and she’d rather streak through the hallways naked than come on to Fred when he only saw their sex as a one-time thing.

Fred presses a kiss to the side of Y/N’s neck, smiling into the skin when she shivers. “You didn’t answer my question, princess.”

“You that desperate for me already, Fred?” Y/N teases, turning around to look at him.

“No,” Fred responds slowly, his gaze flicking to Y/N’s lips for a moment. “But I know you enjoyed last night, as did I. So I don’t see why we can’t do it again.”

“Maybe because we’re supposed to be shining these stupid trophies, not having sex. We barely did any work last night and I have a feeling McGonagall will notice when everything looks the same again,” Y/N responds in lieu of actually responding to Fred’s preposition.

“I can take care of that,” Fred insists. He takes his wand out of his back pocket and casts a spell which makes several of the trophies around them shine like diamonds. “There. Now McGonagall will have no idea what we were really getting up to in here.”

Y/N drops her rag and turns around, her arms winding around Fred’s neck as his wrap around her waist. She bites her lip, unable to stop her eyes from traveling down to Fred’s mouth. “This doesn’t change anything between us,” Y/N says softly, looking into Fred’s eyes. “Outside of this room I still hate you and you still hate me. Got it?”

“Of course, princess,” Fred confirms. Once Y/N relaxes in his embrace Fred wastes no time and presses their lips together, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

Y/N moans into the kiss, one of her hands trailing down Fred’s torso to his hardening erection. She palms him lightly, smirking when his knees quiver. “So hard for me already, Freddie? You miss being buried in my pussy that much?”

Fred starts to trail kisses down Y/N’s neck, one of his hands inching up her skirt. He pushes the fabric aside as he sucks a mark into her skin, and let’s two of his fingers rub through her wet folds. “You’re one to talk,” Fred teases as Y/N gasps. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re dripping wet. Been thinking about my cock, princess?”

“Fred,” Y/N whines as he sinks a finger into her heat. She clenches around him, her hand starting to palm him harder.

Fred pulls his hand out of her panties and kisses away Y/N’s pout. “Your mouth felt so good on me yesterday, princess,” Fred starts, leading them over to the couch. “And tonight, I’m gonna use my mouth on you to say thank you.”

Y/N shivers as Fred pushes her back onto the couch, her arousal growing even more. His voice is deep and slow, the complete opposite to how it was last night. Yesterday they had both teased each other, but it’s clear by Fred’s actions so far that he’s in no mood to play the same games again.

“How generous,” Y/N teases, watching as Fred starts to unbutton his shirt.

“If you want me to tease I can tease,” Fred muses, dropping his shirt on the ground next to his tie. “Or you can get naked and I’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

Y/N immediately kicks off her shoes and wiggles out of her skirt and panties, letting them drop to the floor. “Please eat me out, Fred,” she pleads as her hands start to work at the buttons of her shirt.

Fred kicks Y/N’s discarded clothes out of the way and drops to his knees, grabbing a thigh in each hand. He pulls her legs apart and settles in between them before pressing kisses up her thigh and towards her heat. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely, princess?” Fred stops to suck a mark on the inside of her thigh, only an inch or two away from where Y/N needs him most. “Bet you taste so good, princess.”

“Put your mouth on me and you’ll find out,” Y/N pants, fisting a hand in Fred’s hair.

Fred looks up at Y/N, his mouth running dry and how beautiful she looks. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her school shirt lays open, the tops of her breasts spilling out over the cups of her bra. Fred can still make out some of the marks he left on them yesterday as her chest heaves with deep breaths. Y/N’s stomach is quivering and Fred dips down and licks a long strip from the bottom of her pussy to the top to keep himself from blurting out just how beautiful he finds her.

Y/N moans as Fred’s tongue starts to flick at her clit, tugging his hair slightly. Fred’s fingers are digging into her thighs and it only turns her on more. “More, Fred, please.”

Fred’s tongue travels down from Y/N’s clit to her dripping entrance, slowly sliding into her as he collects her juices. He moans at her taste, letting his tongue fuck in and out of Y/N’s pussy. “Knew you’d taste good,” Fred praises. He sucks Y/N’s clit into his mouth and takes one of his hands off her thigh so he can sink his index finger into her.

“Freddie,” Y/N whines, bearing her hips down onto his finger. He curls it inside of her, and Y/N clenches around it. “Wanna come, please,” Y/N begs.

Fred nibbles lightly on her clit, teasing a second finger around her entrance. “Gonna have to come from just one finger, princess. Want my cock to stretch you out.” Y/N lets out a loud moan at that, and Fred smiles as he presses a wet kiss to her clit. “You like that idea, princess? My cock splitting you open?”

“Fuck me now, Fred,” Y/N demands, tugging on his hair again. “Wanna come around your cock.”

Fred licks up Y/N’s core one last time before he pulls away and starts to work on taking the rest of his clothes off. “Fuck, Y/N. You can’t say shit like that to me and not expect me to bury my cock in you every chance I get.” Fred stands up to get rid of his bottoms, watching as Y/N tosses her shirt aside and takes off her bra. “Don’t think I told you how incredible your tits are yesterday, Y/N. They’re so soft and round and perfect,” he groans.

Y/N flushes under Fred’s praise and climbs onto his lap when he sits down next to her. She presses their lips together and kisses him messily, one of her hands gripping his shoulder while the other reaches around to grip the base of his cock. “Gonna make me do all the work, Weasley? Typical man,” she teases, letting the tip of his cock tease her entrance.

Fred’s hands land on Y/N’s hips and he smirks as their lips connect once again. When Y/N teases her entrance again, Fred jerks his hips up and slams her down at the same time, shoving his cock all the way into Y/N. “What was that, princess? About me doing all the work?”

Y/N gasps as Fred enters her, her walls twitching around him. “So fucking big, Fred, holy hell. Feels like it’s splitting me in two. Feels so good.”

Fred hums and kisses Y/N again as she starts to bounce on him, his hips meeting her thrusts. “Riding me so good, princess,” he groans. “You feel amazing around me. Always so tight for me.” One of Fred’s hands travels to Y/N’s core and starts to lightly rub her clit while the other starts to pinch and toy with her nipple. He leans forward and presses his lips to her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“Not where people can see,” Y/N warns, tipping her head back to give Fred more room to kiss. She leans back to brace a hand on Fred’s thigh, whining at the new angle. The tip of Fred’s cock rubs her g-spot with each movement, and Y/N can feel her orgasm building.

“But that’s half the fun,” Fred pouts, examining the few bruises he’s left on her neck. “Want everyone to know who this pussy belongs too.”

Y/N moans as Fred’s head dips down and takes one of her nipples into his mouth. “So this pussy belongs to you?” Y/N stutters, her eyes fluttering closed as Fred nibbles on her nipple and starts to rub her clit faster.

“Does it not?” Fred asks, fucking his hips up into Y/N harder. “Or is there someone else that makes you feel this good?”

“Fred,” Y/N moans as he pinches her clit and nipple at the same time, her orgasm taking over her suddenly.

“Fucking hell,” Fred moans as Y/N tightens around him and collapses into his chest. He grips her hips and moves her on his cock as he chases his own release. “How the fuck are you even tighter?” He groans as Y/N clenches around him again, and he brings her down on him one last time before his cock starts to twitch and he releases inside of her.

Fred starts to rub Y/N’s back as they both come down, whining as she shifts on his softening cock. “So good for me, princess,” he praises, pressing a few kisses to the side of Y/N’s face.

Y/N pulls away from Fred slightly so she can kiss him. Their lips move together softly and Y/N whines into it when Fred lifts her off of his cock. “Feel so empty without you,” she admits sheepishly, her cheeks heating up.

Fred chuckles and starts to trace shapes into her sweaty skin. “Trust me, love. If McGonagall wasn’t due to barge through that door any minute now we’d be getting ready for round 2.”

By the time Friday rolls around Y/N is more confused than ever. Every time her and Fred go their separate ways after detention leaves her with an empty feeling in her chest and she’s not quite sure what to make of it. It doesn’t help that Fred has started being nice to her outside of their detentions too.

Instead of his usual hard glares she finds him looking at her softly during meals and he greets her every time their paths cross instead of ignoring her as per usual. Their housemates are starting to notice Fred’s change in behavior as well. One morning he lets her have the last piece of bacon on the platter, and Hermione gives her a questioning look. When she’s doing homework in the common room with Harry and her ink runs out, Fred pulls a new bottle out of his bag and immediately hands it over to her, causing Harry’s jaw to practically drop. It’s almost as if they’re friends now, and it only complicates things in Y/N’s head further.

Y/N has found herself actually enjoying Fred’s tenderness, and she doesn’t quite know what that means. Tonight is the last night they’ll have to spend together, and Y/N is both scared and curious about what that means for their relationship. She spares a glance at Fred from down the table as Hermione chatters on about something, and she looks away quickly when his eyes meet hers.

“Last detention, what are you gonna do once you’re a free man?” George asks, pulling Fred’s attention back to him. When all his brother does is shrug, George frowns. “What the hell has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all week and now you almost seem, sad that your detention is over with.”

Fred bites his lip, pushing his food around on his plate with his fork. “Just been thinking about stuff.” Fred has gotten himself in a major problem, and he’s been trying to figure out how to get himself out of it all week. After his second time with Y/N things became clearer to Fred, he certainly doesn’t hate Y/N anymore, and he’s found himself developing feelings for her. He wouldn’t say he’s in love, but he’d be lying if he said he can’t see himself falling in love with Y/N.

He’s been paying more attention to her since his revelation that his deep-rooted hate was based in a misunderstanding, and he’s noticed so many things about her that he finds so endearing. It certainly doesn’t help that he’s had her moaning and writhing underneath him every day this week and every time she moans his name his heart swells.

“This about Y/N?” George asks carefully, not wanting to push Fred too much. Being a twin has its advantages, and while he can’t say he knows what’s going on in Fred’s head he can tell something is off with him and it’s not too hard to guess why.

“I don’t hate her anymore,” Fred admits quietly. “And it’s not like I’m in love with her or anything, but I think I could be. Someday. If she would let me.” Fred sighs and looks at George. “But I’m pretty sure she still hates my guts, I mean how could she not? I’ve been a dick to her for years and it’s stupid of me to think that a few nights of sex can change that.”

George chokes on his pumpkin juice. “You two have been screwing?”

“Shh, shh,” Fred says quickly, looking around to make sure no one overheard. “Keep your voice down, I don’t need the whole school knowing. Especially Y/N’s brother.”

“I thought you two were just making out or something,” George continues quietly. “Now I know why you’re so happy when you get back from detention every night.” George wiggles his eyebrows at Fred, and Fred rolls his eyes in response.

“We agreed that we wouldn’t continue hooking up after our detention was up and things are going to go right back to how they were before it started,” Fred pauses to swallow the lump in his throat. “But I don’t feel the same way about her as I did before and I don’t know if I can start pretending to hate her.”

George gives Fred a sad smile and ruffles his hair. “I wish I could help you, Freddie.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Fred watches as Y/N stands up to head to detention, and he slowly follows her lead trying not to pay too much attention to how her hips sway.

“I guess this is it,” Y/N says quietly, trying to not let the sadness she feels creep into her chest. Fred has just finished fucking her into the carpet and she’s cuddled into his side as they catch their breath. In a few minutes McGonagall will be back, and whatever this is between her and Fred will be over.

“Guess so,” Fred responds, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. His chest is already aching, and they haven’t even parted ways yet.

Y/N tilts her head up and catches Fred’s mouth in one final kiss. “It was nice, to not be your enemy for a bit.”

“Let’s not go back to being enemies then,” Fred says carefully. When Y/N looks up at him worriedly Fred musters up what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “Friends?”

Y/N nods, trying to figure out why Fred’s offer of friendship simultaneously makes her happy and sad. “Sure, friends.”

They part and get dresses quietly, barely even able to look at each other. When McGonagall finally pushes through the door their standing at opposite ends of the room, and the awkwardness in the air is evident.

“I hope you two learned your lesson,” McGonagall says quietly before watching the two of them scurry away, their heads hanging low.

Despite the fact that she and Fred had agreed to be friends, Y/N can’t help but notice that he’s ignoring her. It’s been a little over a week since their last detention, and Fred hasn’t even said two words to Y/N. He’s barely even looked at her. His sudden disappearance from her life has left her both sad and angry, and she’s started to realize that maybe it’s because she really wanted to be more than friends with Fred. She thought maybe he had wanted that too, but with his sudden cool attitude, Y/N isn’t going to be the one searching him out to get to the bottom of it.

“Okay, you’re like, the best sister ever,” Matthew greets as she comes to sit next to him at the Ravenclaw table. It’s fairly early on a Saturday morning, so the Great Hall is still pretty empty.

“I mean I know that,” Y/N says with a laugh as she sits down next to him. “But do you wanna explain why you’re suddenly realizing it too?”

Matthew rolls his eyes and waves around the letter in his hand. “I got this in the mail today, no need to be so coy.”

“What is it?” Y/N grabs the letter from him and scans over it briefly. “One of the teams is going to send another scout to your next game. That’s amazing!”

Matthew frowns at her. “You mean you didn’t write to them?” When Y/N shakes her head, his frown turns into a look of confusion. “The letter says someone at school wrote to them and asked them to reconsider drafting me and that I’m a better player than I demonstrated.”

“Must have been someone on the team,” Y/N muses, taking a sip of orange juice.

“That’s what I thought, but look at the team they sent the letter to,” Matthew insists, tossing the envelope to Y/N.

She looks at it closely, noticing the team emblem embossed into the parchment. “That’s your favorite team,” Y/N points out.

“That’s why I figured it was you. You’re the only one that knows they’re my favorite, and it’s kinda weird that out of the six or seven teams that sent scouts this person would send a letter to the one team I’ve always wanted to play for.”

Y/N’s jaw drop as a conversation she’d had with Fred one night as they laid next to each other to recover. She offhandedly mentioned how sad Matthew had been after receiving a rejection letter from his favorite team. She thought nothing of it at the time when Fred asked her which team it was, but it all makes sense now.

“I think I know who sent that letter. I’ll be back.”

Y/N heads out of the Great Hall and back towards the Gryffindor Common Room, all kinds of emotions flowing through her body.

“Fred!” Y/N shouts as she throws the door to his dorm open. All three of the boys in there jump, frightened by her sudden appearance. She starts to storm towards Fred, and George and Lee take the opportunity to sneak out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

“Do you mind?” Fred says dully. His back is to Y/N and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

As Y/N comes to stand behind Fred she can’t help but notice that he’s standing next to his bed in nothing but his boxers. His hair is messy, and she figures he’s only been awake a few minutes. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Y/N reminds him. “I need to talk to you.”

Fred sighs and turns around to look at her, sitting on his bed. “What?” His voice shakes, and he prays Y/N doesn’t notice.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N asks, trying not to lose her nerve. Fred looks beautiful sitting there, and it’s taking everything in her not to crawl into his lap and kiss him.

Fred rolls his eyes. “Lots of things are wrong with me, Y/N. You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“Why did you send that letter? To the quidditch team?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Fred smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head. “They weren’t supposed to say you sent the letter,” he mumbles.

“They didn’t. But the only person who knows about Matthew’s dream to play for that team besides he and I is you. And since he didn’t send the letter and neither did I it had to have been you,” Y/N pauses, looking at Fred. “Why did you do it?” she asks again, softer.

“I dunno,” Fred responds with a shrug. “I could tell you were upset about the whole thing, so I figured I’d reach out. The worst they could do is send a letter back to me saying no. And then you’d never have to know about it. And if they said yes Matthew would never know it was me who sent the original letter in.” Fred bites his lips. “I just wanted to do something to make you feel better.”

Y/N’s heart melts. “You did it for me?”

“Why are you surprised? I figured it was obvious there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you. Or have you forgotten about the seven orgasms I gave you last Thursday?” Fred teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks flush and a shiver runs down her spine at the memory. “Why go through all that and not even take the credit for it?”

“Because of what you said, the second night of our detention,” Fred starts. “You made me promise that us hooking up wouldn’t change our relationship outside of detention and I very clearly broke that promise.”

“But I thought we agreed to be friends?” Y/N admits softly. When Fred nods she sighs in frustration. “Then how come you’ve been ignoring me? I’ve seen you less in the past week than I did when we hated each other.”

“Because I don’t want to be just your friend,” Fred admits. “I want to hold your hand and take you on dates and kiss you and fuck you in my bed. Or your bed. Any bed really I still have fucking carpet burn on my knees,” he jokes, trying to diffuse the air in the room. “I’m starting to feel things for you, Y/N. And I thought just being your friend would be enough but it’s not.”

“Freddie,” Y/N whispers, taking his hand in hers. “Why not just say all that then?”

Fred rolls his eyes. “Maybe because you’ve spent the past five years hating my guts? And you were pretty adamant that you wanted to continue hating me no matter how much sex we had.”

“You seemed to hate me pretty strongly too,” Y/N points out with a quiet laugh. “I wanted to hate you still, I really did. No offense,” she apologizes, squeezing Fred’s hand. “But as we spent more and more time together inside and outside the trophy room I couldn’t even remember why I started hating you in the first place. Your issues with Matthew are your issues with Matthew, and I shouldn’t have made them my issues with you too.”

“That’s why you hated me? Because of Matthew?” Fred asks, pulling Y/N onto his lap.

“It sounds stupid now. But it made sense at the time,” Y/N says quietly.

Fred grips Y/N’s face carefully and brings their lips together in a slow kiss. Their mouths move together softly, and Fred can’t help but notice how perfectly they fit together. Fred nibbles on Y/N’s lips to ask permission to enter her mouth, but Y/N keeps her lips shut tight. Sensing her sudden hesitation, Fred pulls away. “What’s wrong? I thought all that meant we were going to move towards something more. Did I read it all wrong? Oh god I did. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.”

Y/N presses a reassuring kiss to Fred’s mouth. “It did mean we’re moving towards something more. I want to be something more with you,” Y/N admits. “I just. I don’t know how to be something more with you, Freddie. I don’t know how to be your girlfriend.”

Fred chuckles. “Well I don’t exactly know how to be your boyfriend either.” Fred kisses Y/N again sweetly. “But that’s the fun part of a new relationship, isn’t it? Figuring it out together.”

“At least we’ve already got the sex part figured out.” Y/N laughs as Fred stands up and throws her down on the bed.

Fred crawls up the bed and drapes himself over Y/N. “Doesn’t hurt to work on it, though,” Fred teases, kissing her hard.

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paradox burning ; 1/5 || ernst schmidt x fem!reader

summary: after the fight between volkov and schmidt, you comfort schmidt in his quarters

pairing: ernst schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: over the clothes touching

word count: 4,666

taglist: @itsametaphorbriansblog

a/n: if you haven't read the preview i would suggest reading that first to understand the vibe of their relationship better!! chapter two will be up tonight!! just wanted to get this out as i've been lacking content these past few days since i've been celebrating my birthday. hope you enjoy and as always if you want to be added to the tag list let me know!

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Look after everyone down below on Earth - for times are dark and the sun does not appear to be rising anymore.

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I pray that you forgive all of our sins, Father, as we have learned our lessons and strive to move forward in honoring thy.

“We’ve all got our fingers crossed here at Mission Control. Let’s make this first one count.”

And help guide us through these troubling times and help everyone remember why we are up here.

“Status boosters?”

Is this Hell, Father?

“Go.”

Have you damned us all to Hell?

“The GNC?”

To pay for our sins?

“Go.��

Tell me, Father...

“Power up.”

Are we damned?

“Commander, Shepard team standing by for your go.”

Perhaps we are and this is where are days will end.

“On my count…”

Among strangers and empty.

“Three…”

Away from family...

“Two…”

Away from friends…

“One…”

Alone in our own thoughts.

“Mark.”

God, help us all.

TWO YEARS LATER

You awoke with a start. Gasping for air as you tugged at your tank top, as if the thin material was suffocating you. Not giving yourself time to process what had happened, you threw your legs out from under the warm covers and let the cool air hit your bare legs, your elbows resting on your knees with your head in your hands, catching your breath.

This was the second week in a row now that you’ve woken up from a nightmare. Drenched in sweat and tears spilling from your eyes. It was always a reimagine of the previous one. If you dreamt of your father dying one night, the next it would be your mother. This night, it was your own life that you dreamt slipping away. Your finger pads swiped away the tears that fell down your cheeks before sliding onto the cool flooring, clasping your hands together to begin and pray.

“In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit…” You began, crossing yourself as you settled on your knees, eyes closed and hands squeezed together tight. “Heavenly Father I ask that you watch over Mama and Papa...sissy and Joesph, and all those back home,” You cleared your throat, choking down the tears as you continued on once more. “We have been onboard for over two years and I miss everyone dearly. I hope to speak with them soon as Joesph is teaching Mama and Papa how to use video call.”

Even with all the photos that you had around your room, all the videos that you had programmed in to watch whenever you pleased, you were beginning to forget simple things - like how they smelled, the warmth of their hugs, and how they always tried to pawn your younger siblings onto you. You were always so mad babysitting them, losing out on time with your friends, but now...now you wished that you had the chance to babysit them, to be with them once again.

“Father, I ask that you forgive me for my sins, guide us through this mission, and take us home. All of us. Let this mission go well, and we can save Earth. Amen.”

You crossed yourself a final time, bringing your cross necklace from your chest where it sat and to your lips, kissing the gold piece of jewelry before standing up from the floor.

This was an everyday routine for you. Waking up, saying your morning prayer, taking a shower, and being down for breakfast by 08:00. It was early, you knew that, but you enjoyed having the calmer moments before everyone else woke up.

When you entered the bathroom, you went straight to the shower, turning the handle to let the warm water spute out. You were tired, swaying gently in your stance as your eyes grew heavy. The sudden spitting of water struggling to get out woke up, making you jump as you watched the water pressure went from weak to strong.

You pushed down your shorts from that night, pulling your tank top above you, and stepped out of your shorts, dropping the tank top on the floor before stepping into the shower. You were pleasantly greeted by the hot water, sighing as it hit your back and began easing the tension in your muscles.

Morning showers for you were always dangerous - either it could go very well and you’d be out in minutes, or it could go bad and you’d end up falling asleep leaning against the wall. On this particular morning, after dreaming of your own death, you did not wish to fall asleep again, scared of what could come from your slumber. You quickly washed yourself off, massaging your scalp as you washed your hair before taking the toothbrush you kept in the shower, opening up the tube of toothpaste, and began brushing your teeth.

It was such a mundane routine - almost finding it boring the longer you were onboard. Perhaps it was your schedule that was down to the second of when you did things. You never were one to be so particular about your schedule, having one so precise, but after a year of pure chaos on board, a mundane routine is what kept your little sanity still hanging.

When you were finally ready for the day and changed into your suit, you slid on your shoes and pulled your hair back into a low bun, tucking some of the loose pieces of hair behind your ear before heading out of your room and down the hall, going towards the common room to join the others for breakfast.

By the time you made it down to the common room, you were only the third to arrive - Mundy and Acosta beating you to it.

“Well look who finally decided to wake up!”

From your spot at the bagel machine, you looked over into the game room where Mundy and Acosta stood playing foosball, Mundy looking all too proud - indicating that he perhaps was winning. On the other hand, Acosta looked tired, almost too tired to be playing a game of foosball so early with Mundy.

Letting out a laugh, you shook your head and turned your attention back to the bagel, sighing once it finished before pulling it out from the machine and placing it on your plate. You truly didn’t understand how half the stuff you consumed was edible, but you supposed it beat other things you’ve seen those in space eat.

Taking a seat in your spot at the table, your back facing Mundy and Acosta, you brought the bagel to your mouth and took a bite, maybe a little bigger than what was more polite, but you didn’t care, you were starving.

It was the Commander who came in next, greeting everyone with a morning as he got his own breakfast before sitting across from you at the other end of the table. When the two of you locked eyes, you nodded, continuing to chew your bagel before looking down, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you had a shit night.

You were pleased when Commander didn’t seem to notice, glancing occasionally into the lounge room where Mundy and Acosta continued to play foosball, Acosta finally gaining the upper hand on Mundy for once.

One by one the rest of the crew began to show: Volkov, Tam, Schmidt, before eventually Hamilton joined as well. When Schmidt came in, walking beside Tam speaking in Mandarian about what you assumed to be something related to the Shepard power accelerator. As the two sat down with their breakfast, Schmidt looked over your way, his mouth twitching into a smile before his attention fell back to the screen pad in front of him that Tam was holding.

You listened in on their conversation, picking out what you could understand through the technical language the two spoke on. As a medical crewman, you weren’t familiar with all of the technology onboard, only the ones related to the medbay that you primarily worked in. You went to school for medicine, exceeding expectations in your classes, and found yourself working for military hospitals since. It came as a surprise to you when they asked if you’d like to be a part of the Cloverfield station. What business did you have going up in space?

When you told your family about the news, they were proud, no doubt, that their eldest child would be going into space to directly help with the ongoing energy crisis. It was evident how proud they were of you, but also how worried with you going into space. You lived with your parents and younger siblings your entire life, leading up until your departure for the Cloverfield station. Separating from your family was hard, and having them not understand how to work even something as simple as a video call hurt more.

Your sister, Mila, would be sixteen now - learning how to drive and preparing for her final days in school before going into higher education, if that’s what she wanted. Your brother, Joseph, would be twenty-three now, doing who knows what with his young man mind. You hoped he wasn’t getting into trouble, or knocking some girl up...although the idea of having a little niece or nephew to come home to didn’t sound all that bad.

But your parents, how were they doing? They were older, growing slower as the days went on. Were they still making it through all of this? You assumed Papa was still running the family shop downstairs, selling candies to the little children of Lapovo - whatever children were left in Lapovo that is.

Mama though, how was she doing? You couldn’t imagine how worried she was, probably baking her troubles away in the kitchen. You missed waking up to her cooking, smelling the sweetness of baklava and sarma. She always wrote you letters while you were away either at school or on the military base that was outside of Lapovo where you worked. Now that you were in space though, sending letters just didn’t happen.

Perhaps tonight you’d try and see if Joseph was online and able to chat.

Everything had been going peaceful that morning, which you enjoyed after the sleep you poorly had. That is until Volkov finally spoke up.

“Six hundred and ninety-four.”

Looking up from your bagel and to your left where he was at, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as Volkov screwed the water bottle back closed, making his way over to the table to join the rest of you.

“Six hundred and ninety-four days I’ve kept our O2, CO2, N2, hydrogen, water vapor and methane at optimal levels.”

Congrats, what did he want, a fucking cookie?

You watched as Volkov stood on the other side of the table in front of Schmidt, almost directly talking to him. There was always something going on between the two of them, and quite frankly it annoyed the living shit out of you. You felt like a mother some days, scolding Schmidt for clearly egging Volkov on - him and his damn anger issues.

It was no different today, as Volkov began his tangent on whatever it was he was about to lay into you all, Schmidt was sitting across from him, a smirk on his face.

“You know how many pressure leaks we’ve had? Not one. No microbe overgrowth, nothing. You know why?”

“This is a long speech, Volkov.” Schmidt quipped, reacting in you rolling your eyes and pushing your plate forward, leaning back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest, wondering where this would be leading to next.

“Because I disinfect the decks every seventy-two hours.” It was Acosta to interrupt Volkov this time, stating that he was actually the ones to disinfect the decks. He was right, you couldn’t remember how many days you spent helping him, on your knees scrubbing at the decks.

It seemed finally everyone was growing annoyed with whatever Volkov was getting at, Commander Kiel finally stepping in and stating that if he had a point he wanted to make, he should make it now.

“There’s one part of this station. One part that is not working. This is interesting, do you know what part that is? The Sheppard Accelerator.” Volkov continued, not seeming to be in any rush to get out what he wanted to say.

In Mandarian, Tam finally intervened, claiming that eight billion were counting on us and asked what his point was. You could agree, what was this all about?

It was then that Volkov stated that he didn’t have a problem with Tam, but with Schmidt - ‘her German boyfriend’. You couldn’t help but snicker at the comment, clearing your throat just as quick, hoping nobody heard. But someone did, and it was Schmidt, giving you a look that screamed ‘you’re not gonna find that as funny later’.

Everything began to really go downhill from there, nobody seemed to be able to get to Volkov and stop him before he said even more that he would regret. Hamilton directed him to go back to his quarters only for him to snap back that she wasn’t his mother. Commander and Mundy even jumped in, trying to calm him down, but nothing worked.

“Two years on this ship, and this man has delivered nothing,” Volkov pushed on. You hadn’t noticed it until then, but Schmidt had moved from the table and was now standing only feet away from Volkov. You felt your heart begin to pound as you watched the two men. Two men with strong anger issues at only breakfast time, something more than just a disagreement on the way to erupt.

“Volkov, enough!” Schmidt snapped, glaring forward at him. “You need to think very carefully about what you’re saying.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you thought maybe, just maybe Volkov actually shut up for once. But that brief moment of silence was just that, and he was back to speaking, this time more quiet than before.

“We’ve both heard the reports,” Making his way closer to Schmidt, “Germany is preparing for war, Serbia taking alliances with Germany, and everyday that goes by more and more Russians are starving.” The comment made your heart stop for a moment. That was just a rumor, in all of your messages with Joseph, not once had he mentioned going to war alongside Germany to be true.

You didn’t know why you felt the sudden urge to cry, but you did. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you began to bite down at the skin around your nails, chewing away at the flesh until you tasted the iron of your blood. Nobody outwardly spoke badly to you, besides the occasional poorly landed joke from Volkov, but you couldn’t help but feel like an outcast, wondering if people really thought you were what Volkov said you to be.

By now Volkov was in Schmidt’s face, the two men radiating their own heated anger off one another, tension filling the room, making you feel like you did in your nightmare, suffocating. You pulled at the collar of your suit, taking the zipper and unzipping the front enough to get yourself feeling less trapped.

“Maybe you’re not in a hurry to get the Shepard working. Is that it? Are you stalling us to help Germany get the upper hand? What about you? What are you doing in the med bay alone, mixing something up for us to take? To slowly kill us?”

He laughed, he actually laughed when he looked at you, a shit-eating grin on his face.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. When Volkov turned back towards Schmidt, it was only half a second before Schmidt’s hand wrapped around Volkov’s throat, pushing him back before sending a punch across his face. Volkov was quick to regain his posture, grabbing at Schmidt’s own throat and shoved him back towards the corner, both men trying to pin one another against the wall.

When the scene unfolded, you stood up in shock, mouth gaped and you took a step to the side to try and do whatever you could to help, but felt someone grab your wrist. Turning, you looked down to see Tam’s hand before looking up at her, watching her shake her head ‘no’ and to just wait. And you did, it took everything in you to stick by her side, but you did wait.

Commander was the one to grab Schmidt, pinning him onto the table with his face squished onto the glass. Mundy, on the other hand, held Volkov in a choke hold, keeping him restrained while the Commander lectured the two men - one of which was still trying to get the last word in.

“Keep your mouth shut, Volkov!” The Commander finally boomed, causing the room to come to a standstill. “We have a job to do.”

The room finally fell silent, both men seeming to be relaxed enough for the Commander to think they were free to be broken from their restraints.

“Now, can you two get along for just one day without us having to pull you off of one another?” Moving back, you watched as Schmidt laid on the table for a moment, almost debating on if he wanted to go at it with Volkov again. He decided against it and finally stood up, fixing his shirt before shooting a glare towards Volkov, knocking past him and out of the common room.

You gave it a moment, smiling over at Tam when you felt her squeeze your hand. You nodded her way, squeezing her hand back before you quietly slipped away, moving down the hall quick to go and find Schmidt.

It took a while for Schmidt to really calm down, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if the Commander didn’t rush the test that you were all supposed to conduct that day. It was bad enough everyone was stressed, but having someone be stressed and pissed off just wouldn’t work. You could almost bet that the reason the outburst that morning even happened in the first place was because of the high tensions on board, especially leading up to the next test.

If this test failed, they only would have enough for three more tests. After that... well, they could kiss humanity goodbye.

It didn’t take long for you to find Schmidt, in his quarters struggling to get his suit on as the zipper seemed to be stuck. He was mumbling something in German and you couldn’t piece together what he was saying other than the occasional ‘fuck him’.

When you stepped inside his quarters, the door shutting behind you, he paused his moments, his hands on his zipper, not wanting to look at you. You took a hesitant step forward, not wanting to be on the other hand of his outburst, before stopping once you were only a foot away from him.

“If you’re here to tell me that I was an idiot, don’t bo-”

“I’m not here to call you anything, Ernst,” His cheeks grew red at the sound of his first name, his gaze glancing up at you, watching as you stared back - only instead of something angry, like he expected, your gaze was more somber, worried even, “I just came to make sure you were okay. Here, let me.”

You gently moved his hands away from the zipper of his suit, taking another step forward to pinch at his suit, tugging the fabric down to help the zipper not get bunched in the fabric. You could feel his ragged breath hit your forehead, his chest heaving as the zipper moved higher until your hand stopped above his heart.

His mouth twitched into a smile, feeling your head fall forward to rest against his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you as he pulled you in tighter for a hug, as if you could get any closer to him. His lips sat on your hairline above your temple, kissing you sweetly.

“You trust me, right?” Schmidt suddenly asked. He could feel you tense up in his arms and he pulled back, his hands resting on your arms, squeezing them, “I just, don’t want you to be wrapped up in the middle of whatever feud Volkov has with me. Tam already gets it enough and I just don’t want you to have that on yo-”

You stopped him with a kiss, smiling into it before pulling away, seeing his own smile on his face.

“I can handle myself, Schmidt...I’m not worried with what Volkov has to say,” You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist, “Volkov likes to get a rise out of anyone who gives him the time of day. It’s how he keeps himself busy on board.”

The joke seemed to land well with Schmidt, earning a laugh before you felt him begin to rock you both side to side. “But what’s this about Tam being your girlfriend?” You teased.

You grinned at the sight of him rolling his eyes at you, “You don’t have to be jealous about Tam, you know that she’s-”

“Who said I was jealous?” You asked, a smirk toying on your mouth. The two of you often were fond of teasing one another, poking at one another until the other grew red - then you’d smother the other in kisses to make up for the relentless teasing. “Do I need to be jealous of her? Is that why it takes you so long to come to my room at night, are you seeing her before you see me?”

You had pulled away from him midway, now seated on his cot. He was red in the face and gaping as he tried to intervene, but you kept talking.

“I mean, wow, Tam? I didn’t realize you were the type that liked to be dominated-”

It was your turn to be cut off, giggling when he moved across the room, pinning you down against his bed. You felt your heart begin to race, your own cheeks turning red as his face sat merely inches away from you, his large hand squeezing your wrist down beside your head onto his bed.

“You really like to get under my skin, don’t you?” He asked, squeezing your waist. Behind his glasses, you noticed his pupils were blown, his eyes dark. “Do you like seeing me mad, liebling? Does it get you hot and bothered when you see me wrapping my hand around Volkov’s throat? Do you wish that was you?” You felt his hand moving up your side, groping at you until his hand wrapped lightly around your throat.

His thick German accent, mixed with the sultry tone that was dripping from his tongue, made your stomach flip, the heat between your thighs pulsating. Biting down on your lip, your free hand moved up to grip at the collar of his suit, panting slightly.

“Maybe it does.”

Your simple quip seemed to do it for him. Feeling his body shift slightly, Schmidt hummed in though, his hand moving from your neck and down, pressing into your lower stomach, pawing almost at your body before squeezing his way down to your thighs, pulling one up so he laid in between your legs.

By now you were hot and bothered. Feeling him grab at you, call you the sweet German pet name adored to call you. You felt his breath against your neck, shivering slightly before letting out a sweet moan when his lips pressed against the side of your neck, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive spot he knew of.

But you knew now wasn’t the time. Right now you two needed to be with the other crew members to initiate the next jump. The last thing you needed was for someone to walk in and catch you and Schmidt doing, well - that.

“Schmidt...моја љубав...my love, we need to get back.” You withered your hand from his wrist and to his chest, pushing him back until he was staring down at you, a disappointed frown on his face. You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head at how childish he was acting.

“Oh, Ernst - come now, I’ll make it up to you later.” You leaned forward and pecked the corner of his mouth, rolling out from under him before standing up, smoothing down your suit as you walked to the mirror by his closet, looking at yourself in the mirror as you began fixing your appearance.

It wasn’t that you two were embarrassed of each other, no you two were smitten for one another and it was truly sick. You just knew that given the dire of your work, what everyone expected out of the two of you, flaunting your attraction could be seen as distracting.

But that was just it, you two weren’t even dating. You weren’t sure how it all started, but one day the constant pinning became more - and now a year later you were where you were now. Sneaking off at night to see each other, to lay in bed and hold one another. Once this was all over, you knew that you’d return home, would Schmidt go with you?

By now Schmidt was standing behind you, obviously aware of your state of mind, deep in whatever thoughts you were having. When you caught glances with him through the mirror, you blushed and looked away. At that point, you heard him laugh and move forward to help you fix your hair, smoothing the parts that stuck up and tucking the longer pieces behind your ear.

“You look beautiful as always,” He pecked your cheek and wrapped his arms around you, holding you in an embrace, “Do you want to go out first, or me?” He asked against your ear, letting the silence sink in between you two.

You wanted to suggest why not the both of you just leave together, but you knew now wasn’t the time to let a potential argument break out, especially given how sour his mood already was - and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“Why not you?” You finally said, reaching your hands up to squeeze his, “After all, you need to be down there more than me. Acosta and I are just there for moral support.”

Turning in his embrace, you looked up at him and smiled, leaning into his touch when he held your face, “Yes, well, I’d like to think of you as my good luck charm.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at his comment, “If that were true, we’d be off this ship by now.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Schmidt leaned forward and kissed your temple, “Maybe,” He mumbled against you, kissing you once more before pulling back, beginning to make his way towards the door, “Maybe you’re my good luck charm in the sense of keeping me from really doing something stupid.”

Your mouth twitched at the comment, not into a smile, nor a frown, almost like you winced. Besides Tam, you were probably one of the only people on board that completely trusted Schmidt. His temper left him to be rather difficult to be around at times, but perhaps he was right - maybe you were his soft spot, his good luck charm as he liked to say, because never has his temper ever gotten to you.

But there was still that sinking feeling in your stomach, as he headed out of his room and down the hall to meet with the others, leaving you standing alone in his quarters.

If this test were to fail - would Schmidt truly snap? Would you finally feel his wrath?

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Analyzing the 5 plays in this drama club poster .From the bts pics of stranger things 4.

So... some of ya’ll know I'm going through the st s4 films given to us by the official st twitter + the films reffed in the show itself or mentioned by the Duffers in interviews .

So I decided to look at the plays mentioned here. Because even if we don't see the monologues in the show directly - the Duffers wouldn't name drop anything unless it inspired them in some way. Similar to films name dropped in the show. Tw : for some dark themes .

This is just a quick little analysis I decided to do since we probably won't get any new st content today (3/22). Nothing too deep. Just mentioning things that caught my interest especially cause these plays have a lot of narrative connections to the st s4 movies I've been watching.

Invitation to a march (Authur laurents)

Reminds me of the stancy/jancy love triangle. "A young woman is having second thoughts about doing the right thing and marrying a respectable , rich, kind, young man with good prospects.By way of a prewedding diversion, this woman becomes interested in the passionate but poor and entirely unsuitable son of a local landlord.Basically, the plot concerns the efforts of Norma Brown to choose between a conventional fiance who "puts her to sleep" but is wealthy (like what her own mother did) or go for this new-poor guy. The play is principally interested in how this youthful love triangle affects the three mothers involved (whether the kids like it or not)

12th night (Shakespeare)

- viola (el) wrongly assumes a family member (hopper) is dead. She dresses up as a man named 'cesario'. A girl named Olivia falls for 'cesario' (violet dressed as a man). "Finally, when 'Cesario' and Sebastian (violet's twin brother: assumed to have drowned - Will) appear in the presence of Olivia there is more wonder and confusion at their physical similarity. Taking Sebastian for 'Cesario', Olivia asks him to marry her, and they are secretly married in a church. Cough if Olivia is 'straight' cause she fell for Viola (as a doppleganger dressed like her twin brother).Mike being into el who multiple characters in s1 said looked like a boy and specifically like Will is...suspish and a hint he's not straight lol. just like Olivia they're both into guys . plus, this play just has a butt load of love triangles (ugh i hated that aspect). There was also romantically coded letters (which was in the s4 films) . One character is also thrown into an insane asylum and framed as 'insane'.'Pretending that Malvolio is insane, they lock him up in a dark chamber. Feste visits him to mock his insanity'. We all know the psych hospital will be narratively important- talked about it more here.

The seagull (Anton Chekhov-russian)

similar to how I believed s4 will show m*#even already broken up since the months between s3-4 : act 3 (s3) ends with Nina begging for one last chance to be with Trigorin before he leaves/moves away. They kiss and make plans to meet again in Moscow.And in act 4 there's a timeskip where it shows they've been broken up for a long time between acts- and its established they never actually loved eachother. Do i even have to spell out why this parallels the m*#even ending in s3? There is also a play within the play (this is common in a lot of the st films- they have plays- or a story within a story- which illustrate certain themes or emotions of the characters within said film : blackswan, children of paradise, highschool musical, Rushmore, book of Henry, welcome to marwen, never ending story, romancing the stone, wet hot American summer, etc).The play is Konstantin's latest attempt at creating a dense symbolist work. There is also alot of love triangles in the seagull. TW!: for se#ual ab*se/su*cidal thoughts/ inc*st (here and in other play segments). The seagull motif reminds me a lot of Jonathan's rabbit story.Konstantin romantically into Nina shows up to give her a gull that he has shot. Nina is confused and horrified . Trigorin sees the gull that Konstantin has shot and muses to Nina on how he could use it as a subject for a short story: "The plot for the short story: a young girl lives all her life on the shore of a lake. She loves the lake, like a gull, and she's happy and free, like a gull. But a man arrives by chance, and when he sees her, he destroys her, out of sheer boredom. Like this gull." This immediately reminded me of jon's rabbit story and some of the movies on the s4 list . Like in forrest gump- Jenny (who is poor) was se*ually ab*sed as a very young girl by her father. As a child she runs away into a field-away from her alcoholic father yelling at her -there she prays that she can "be a bird so I can fly far far away" .

Jenny as an adult struggles with this unresolved trauma- being with ab*sive partners, doing dr*gs, and having su*cidal thoughts . She as an adult when contemplating su*icide, jokes 'you think i can fly like a bird ?' while looking down at a bridge.God-i'm worried about jonathan (Jenny was also a musician sort of like jon). In another s4 movie example ' mystic river ' :(in the 80s) a preteen baseball playing boy is r*ped by men in the woods. He later says he wishes he could become an undead monster to not feel the pain of that experience - cause quote " if I'm not human anymore maybe the pain will stop" (Will) . slightly off topic but he also has another personality, imagines a alternate word that dissappears when he turns his head. And as a less direct animal parallel to the play - the boy from the film also imagined his perpetrators as monsters and wolves to cope.In 'getout' the photographer character sees a dead deer in the woods and it represents a parent/his own childhood tra*ma relating to his past. similarly in 'prince of tides' the 2 siblings as kids were ra*ed by men. The older brother remembered it and the younger sibling developed DID (so didn't remember but she would draw wolves- as the perpetrators/villains in her picture stories she created . In the film they also had an ab*sive dad and were very poor. She also tried k*ling herself multiple times-but started to get better after remembering the source of her pain and trauma. There is also the theme of multiple attempted su*cides in the play- and the play ends with yet another attempt- and the audience is left unaware of the artist's fate at the end of the play.

The tempest (Shakespeare)

Prospereo - (the perceived antagonist) is a wizard with monstrous looks, storm powers , and ability to create monster-dogs

He wants revenge on a man who tried ra*ing his family member & revenge on his other family member who wronged him years ago. I mean... pretty much my did theory.But in the end.Prospero decides to show his enemies the mercy that they did not show him twelve years earlier. He tells Ariel to bring the men to him, he will restore their sanity and then renounce magic forever.Prospero breaks the spell that the men are under .

Diary of a scoundrel (Alexander Ostrovsky-Russian)

- I suppose this could loosely relate to Jonathan? Glumov, is a young man from an impoverished family lacking status seeking entrance into society's pampered class. A 19th-century Russian scoundrel must scheme his way out of his meager life in a small apartment -whatever it takes.He has a quick mind and some talent for seeing through the hypocrisies of people around him ( Jonathan does make a lot of social critiques about society). That gives him some advantages. A tale of one man's mission to finagle his way into upper-class society and find a cushy job. Set in 1874, this social comedy follows Glumov, a Russian youth who begins his ambitious ascent to social esteem. He progresses by wit, guile and rhetoric. Pitting one stupid person against another, he soon gains his ends. To reach these goals, Glumov will lie, flatter, and cater to the vanities of the wealthy. Unable to contain his disgust with his victims, Glumov decides to relieve his unvoiced satirical comments by recording his schemes in a diary. But he is tripped up by his uncle's wife, to whom he has made passionate love on his way to success. At the end of the play, his diary is stolen and his duplicity exposed, but he can nevertheless suceeds. The author is much more critical about the high society itself than about the main character, so the play keeps attracting generations of directors by opening possibilities for political criticism while also avoiding naming names of the current rulers.The play's aim was to overthrow bourgeois tradition and establish a class-conscious art called eccentricism giving a deliberately comic portrayal of reality.

I suppose I notice some possible commonalities- besides s3 critiquing the wealthy/capitalism in comedic ways . jonathan since s1 has worried about his family's finances / had some resentment toward the rich . In some of the s4 movies ‘orphan’ & ‘ girl interrupted’ someone reads their diary out loud to get at them (in girl interrupted the winona character’s diary even had critiques of her new friends). Alot of movies also have someone (usually a teen/young adult) making a documentary about their life -which could narratively replace said diary? A few movies have a poor guy adjusting to snobby rich social circles (or being poor and then getting money)- titanic, kingsmen, karate kid, the craft , godfather, wardogs,into the spiderverse,flashdance, and many others . And movies like wardogs has a poor-young-character do shady things to finacially support his family . There’s also that whole uncle’s wife thing- which makes me uncomfortable for obvious reasons (but I’m just thinking of Lonnie’s creepy gf who was into him). A few movies had the guy’s step mom innappropriately hit on him- orange county & you got mail. And him trying to avoid her advances. Or...not to mention ... it may be a problematic coincidence /trope. But in enter the void -the guy who needs to finacially support his sibling/ does dr*gs -hooks up with his dr*g dealing friend’s married mom (who would give him money). Or in gilbert grape- the poor teen-who has to finacially support his siblings/single mom-has his endgame relationship be a girl his own age. But before that he h*oked up with a married woman -who would give him money. Don’s plum -young film guy-propositioned by older female film director (for dream job). Not even mentioning the other films that have the guy hooking up with toxic older women (like ‘the graduate’). Or analyze this-where the therapist accuses him of having an Oedipus complex (not touching that one... but the guy in ‘enter the void’ a 100% had one). It’s possible those movies were just- inspo for s3? A coincidence? Or s3 was foreshadowing for this in s4- but unlike s3 it will accurately be played as wrong and a sign of Jonathan recreating past tra*ma caused by Lonnie (cough like the photos) /being desperate for money. And not played ‘comedically’ like how it mostly was in s3. But shown as self destructive (for Jon) and immoral on the Woman’s end. Like... Billy and Jon are character foils. Both are older siblings into rock music, with ab*sive dads who shoved them into walls. Both lose it (and beat steve to a pulp when Steve accidentally triggers their daddy issues). In s3 it’s established womanizer Billy has mommy issues, than he tries ho*king up with someone his mom’s age, and the characters ref ‘back to the future ‘ and Steve incorrectly says it’s about “alex p keaton trying to bang his mom.” This could illustrate his subconscious issues with parental figures/adults cause of Lonnie’s possible past se*ual ab*se . One film the friend even says to the guy “you don’t have friends!” guy b: i have friends! him: no you have acquaintances! ADMIT IT! YOU’RE AFRAID OF MEN!I mean-Jonathan liked Nancy- but he initially hooked up with her cause he wanted to prove he didn’t have ‘trust issues’ from his dad. Also it’s prob a bit of a reach (and maybe a coincidence)- but the fact Murray in the same breath compares Steve (Nancy’s then bf) and Lonnie ... uh... if you think too long about it ... it’s very sinister . Especially because in s3: muray tells Joyce that despite her wanting to be with a nice guy, she’s curious about “the brute” Hopper despite him reminding her of a past “bad relationship”(aka Lonnie). Like- yeah connect some dots. Quite a few films (other than forrest gump) also have the character who (as a kid) was r*ped by their dad/parent- begin to do dr*gs/be pr*miscuous as adults since they never learned to properly cope with their trauma (’girl with the dragon tattoo’, ‘black swan’, and ‘magnolia’). Unfortunately the whole relative doing such things to kid-relatives is in at least 30+ movies.

Personally, i would be MUCH happier if Jon had a age appropriate romance- and had not a single creepy adult near him. A few movies actually imply Lonnie gets yet another ‘new model’ replacing his gf in her 20s with a new gf- who is ‘barely l*gal” and just turned 18. so there’s that possibility as well- that she’s jonathan’s age.I just want Jonathan-happy &safe. GOD. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

#byler #byeler #will byers #mike wheeler #Jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #joyce byers #jim hopper #murray bauman #stranger things #el hopper #s4 theory #stranger things theory

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Werewolves, vampires, lich, and demon foxes Ch.1

It’s the first time I translate my fics about Naruto so... yeah

pairings : Sasusaku, Naruhina, Shikamari, Kakashi x OFC(Suzume)

Have you heard of the Eye of Reincarnation? In another world full of chakra, where there are large and small countries, the five most powerful countries are fire, wind, earth, thunder, and wind, and in the Land of Fire, ruled by werewolves, vampires, liches, and demon foxes, but their ancestors offended the rabbit orc, the goddess of Urantia Kaguya, so they were cursed with.

Whenever the moon is full, each of the four leaders of the four races will lose their sanity and will not be able to remain human until they pass through the Eye of Reincarnation, find their destined mate, and use their tears, blood, and hair to exchange for the antidote with Kaguya, otherwise they will become slaves to their lust forever and will not be able to regain their sanity!

The antidote can only partially lift the curse once, and it will only be lifted after seven chiefs are accumulated.

Legend has it that the Goddess of Usagi once had two children, but during the war, the younger brother became a sacrifice of the power of the moon and his eyes turned white, while the older brother became a sacrifice of the power of the sun and gained the bloodshot eyes.

However, after the war subsided, the people who were afraid of the power forced the brother to divide the power into seven equal parts, which were held by different countries, while the brother returned part of the power to the moon and used the other part to protect his mother and brother.

However, the people's fear of power did not go away, and they gathered to seal the power of the two brothers using alchemy and imprisoned their bodies in the center of the church.

Angry at the loss of his brother, Kaguya could not bear the pain of losing him and turned his hatred into a curse:

The man who starts this massacre with a thirst for blood will become a prisoner of gluttony until he finally learns to gently smell the rose in his arms.

The man who chooses to fight violence with fear of power will become a slave of rage until he finally learns to listen to the mockingbird's song.

The man whose greed for knowledge seals this pair of brothers will leave the mark of idleness until he finally learns to stop and understand the message of the wind.

The man who imprisons the body of a priest for his contempt for life will pay the price of arrogance until he finally learns to pray to the sun and the moon for the sake of others.

The night has come, or rather, it has never left this castle. Tonight is a new moon, a sharp crescent cutting through the thick night sky, but covered by clouds.

In the nearby pumpkin field, a flock of crows flew up from the scarecrow and headed for the forest in the north.

Rough birdsong brought the stench of death and blood, and soon the wolves began to howl into the night

Someone pushed open the heavy door, the bright flash of the crystal chandelier did not disappear, the cold November wind was blocked by the oak door, the visitor took off his silvery white cloak and threw it on the red carpet of the hall with the wind and snow, a few moments later, the cloak disappeared without a trace.

"You're late, Kakashi."

The black-haired, black-eyed boy leaned his upper body on the railing of the second floor and gazed down at the visitor with a slightly dissatisfied look

"I'm sorry, Sasuke. I'm sorry, Sasuke. I had a little trouble with the job and it took me a little longer.

The silver-haired young man known as Kakashi had his left eye covered by blue fabric and the black pupil of his right eye was slightly smiling.

The black-haired boy did not respond, but only locked his eyes on Kakashi's left chest

"You found out; the blood race has a terrible sensitivity to blood.

The object in his arms was gently pulled out of his grey sleeveless soft armor, and Kakashi sighed as he walked up to the second floor.

"I caught it from the Land of Snow, but it doesn't look like a mockingbird."

"The others are waiting for you." Sasuke said this and turned towards the parlor on the second floor.

"So why are you late again, Kakashi? It's finally our three brides' turn to be announced!"

"Kakashi, what's that in your hand?"

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man expressed his displeasure, while the other, with his hair tied back, looked up at the creature in Kakashi's arms

"It's a silver-throated long-tailed tit, I found it.

I found it." "Found it? Let's see... Although the wound was stopped in time, it seemed to be unable to fly for a short period of time, why did you save it, Kakashi?

A simple sweep of the snow-white mass of hair paralyzed Kakashi's hand, Naruto made a brief judgment and then looked at his opponent curiously.

"I say you guys, get ready to start."

Sasuke found a single sofa chair and sat down, his left elbow on the arm of the sofa, holding the weight of his head

After the four of them were positioned, the mirror of the reincarnation eye placed in the center of the parlor, the reincarnation eye on the top of the mirror gradually emitted a purple aura

After a few moments, the pink-haired, blue-eyed girl fell out of the mirror.

"Ah!" The long pink hair covered her face, and when she gradually came to her senses from the dizziness, she found herself in someone's arms, her turquoise pupils facing the blood-colored pupils that had been linked into sharp blades by the three hooks.

"Hey, Sasuke! You're moving too fast! I didn't even get to hold Sakura yet!"

"Sasuke?" The young girl's soft voice is like spring, hiding the noises behind her

"It's Sakura..."

As soon as he put the girl down, the boy felt a weight on his left shoulder.

"I said Sasuke, the mirror of the eye of reincarnation did not say who Sakura is destined to be the bride of Oh, you move so quickly means ..."

The silver-haired young man's flirtatious tone made the girl's cheeks blush crimson, and her blue waves ripple as she looked at her beloved boy, unable to conceal her thoughts.

The "bored." The two words finally spit out, Sasuke walked back to the single sofa chair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep

The cherry-haired girl opened and closed her mouth countless times, and finally had to hang her head down helplessly.

"Well, since Sakura is here, it means you have a chance to be Sasuke's destined bride, don't be discouraged..."

The girl's soft pink hair was gently patted, and when he met the dark-haired boy's sharp gaze, Kakashi raised his hands in a timely gesture of surrender

"Oh, and Sakura, could you do me a fevor?"

"I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this child's condition. She has a high fever that won't go away."

The bird's body was trembling in his arms, and Kakashi's expression was rare and serious.

"This baby bird? How cute! Where did you find her?"

"I found it on the side of the road when I was doing my job."

"Found?" The fluorescent green light coalesced at her fingertips, and the flowing magic wrapped around the wound on the snow dumpling's wing, forcing some black magic particles to squeeze out, regrouping and squirming around the wound.

Sakura didn't dare to be careless and tried to use water magic to remove all the black particles, but when she saw all the black particles enter the water ball, a black hand caught it.

"This is black magic. I'll give you the information about the toxin later, Sakura. I'll destroy this one first."

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.

"What a pain in the ass."

"Thank you for your help, Kagome."

Sakura smiled kindly at Kagamaru before a blonde hair blocked her view

"Sakura, I'm still here! How could you forget about me!"

Naruto puffed up his cheeks and complained that his childhood friend had forgotten him when he saw him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy to see Sasuke, so this is the seventh class of the long-lost life together.

"Yes, all four of us are here, and Sakura is also my destined bride, hehehe ......"

Before Naruto finished giggling, a chestnut knocked directly to Naruto's head

"Don't talk nonsense to me! Naruto, you are always like this, if Sasuke-kun misunderstood what to do ah?

"But ......"

I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you.

"The first thing you need to do is to let the mirror of the eye of reincarnation pick out the rest of the bride, or someone will just leave.

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

The second bride, with blonde hair and a large iron fan, emerges from the mirror

"Oh? Sakura?"

"Temari? Even the Princess of Wind is participating in the Mirror of the Eye of Reincarnation trial?

Sakura sighed at the enormous number of candidates for her destined bride.

"I think it's because someone owes us wind spirits that I'm coming.

"I don't care who it is, it's not you, the troublemaker."

Shikamaru leaned back on the back of the sofa and looked helplessly at the crystal chandelier flashing above his head.

"The actual fact is that you can help you break the curse and pay back the debt for what the wind spirit did back then.

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of the curse.

"The actual princess is a good person. Or... haha."

The first thing you need to do is to look at Shikamaru, who continues to play dead, and gently caress the sleeping fits in his arms.

When the third bride came out of the mirror, everyone, including the bride herself, was startled

"Hinata?

"Hey? Naruto-kun? Sakura and everyone, why are you all here? What's this?"

The young girl with the rare all-white eyes, who looked a bit weak and quiet, hunched her shoulders and looked back at the Mirror of the Eye of Reincarnation with unease

"This is the castle where I, Sasuke, Kakashi and Shikamaru live, and you, too, are here as the chosen bride?"

"The, the choosen bride? Does that mean... Am I going to be Naruto's bride?"

The shy indigo-haired girl's face was like freshly boiled hot water, and steam was coming out continuously.

"Hina, look at your outfit, are you a priest of the temple now?"

Sakura looked at Hinata's beautiful purple priestess costume with envy.

"Well, father-sama said that since I've come of age and the moon god has chosen me, I should take up this position as soon as possible.

"Oh, well, do we have to wait for the fourth bride to arrive?

"The destined bride has already arrived, so the next step is a long and troublesome bonding process.

Shikamaru seemed to have just woken up, yawning, and sitting up, and the shadow beside him hurriedly added a glass of water for his master

"The other side of the room, the shadow, hastily offered the master a glass of water. But there are only three of us, how can we all be here? ...Ah, Kakashi-sensei will be an adult before the other three, that is to say," he said.

Satisfied with the curious gazes of the smart and thoughtful girls who had figured out the answer, Kakashi brought the fits in his hands to the three women

"The fourth bride is here..."

As soon as he finished, the three women scanned Kakashi with incredulous eyes, and Sakura and Temari took hold of Hina and stepped back three feet.

"Are all werewolves so special in their fetishes?

"I never knew that Kakashi-sensei, your hobbies are so... peculiar."

"What do you all think I am?"

In the face of young women's misconceptions and associations about their preferences in choosing their mates, Kakashi couldn't help but explain with dead fisheyes, despite the ridicule of his three companions behind him

"This is a bird-like orc, although it is now so small, but she has long been an adult, the original form as hand bow, no, even the size of my body.

"Hey... I see, Kakashi-sensei, you should have told me earlier!

"Ahaha ......" Kakashi can only laugh dryly

<Ch.2>

#werewolves vampires lich and demon foxes series

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