#just my good boy Freddie and his puppy(?) eyes

[rk-ceres]

Latenight Antics (+18)

Fred Weasley X _______ X George Weasley

!NO TWINCEST! Just shameless smut

Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, masturbation, double penetration, unprotected sex, Fred and George call _____ puppy mentions of collar, breeding kink if you squint. just sex y'know. etc etc etc.

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She huffed turning the pink vibrator she had off unable to get herself off as she loudly groaned and rolled out of bed putting on one of Freds jumpers “I need a man.. or two just to give me endless orgasams and dominate me just. Someone to fuck me til i dont remember my own name” she grumbled opening the door to her room walking to the kitchen of her and the twins shared flat opening the cupboard avoiding the biting tea cups and pulling one down she huffed in annoyance as she put the kettle on softly tapping her fingers on the counter Fred’s oversized jumper riding up her thighs as she waited someone cleared their throat behind her she spun around palms resting against the counter as she leaned on it for support there she saw both boys looking back at her shirtless “sorry. I didnt mean to wake you I didnt think I was being that loud. “We weren’t asleep” George said walking closer to her her cheeks heated up as he hovered dangerously close to her grabbing another mug one for him and one for Fred his free hand rested on the counter beside her “Freddie and I were making plans for a new product to sell” he leaned in further and then pushed off the counter his sweat pants hanging low on his hips giving her a view of his V in she bit her lip “but then…” Fred said putting his cup down on the counter brushing a stray hair out of her face “we heard a light buzzing sound with soft whimpers…. The words daddy please Coming from the thin walls” he brushed a hand down her face lightly touching her George looking down at her with darkened lust filled eyes “a frustrated groan” George continued as he brought his nose to her neck the grip her teeth had on her lip increased the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as he let out a hot breath on her neck “i need a man… or two” Fred continued boxing her in his arms trapping her on the counter “a door opening and closing” george blew on her neck again she gasped “the stove flicking on” Fred brought his face closer to hers “im sorry I… I didnt mean….” “Shut up _______” Fred said in a deep voice “we’re willing to help you if you want us too puppy” George continued “all you have to do” Fred shoved her feet apart putting a leg between hers pressing his hips to hers she gasps feeling how hard he is through his sweat pants “is ask for it.” George whispered into her neck sending a shiver down her spine her hips instinctively ground down on Fred’s thigh she let out a gasp as she tried to back more into the counter “so what is it going to be _______, let us help you like a good little girl…..” Fred started pressing his leg more into her naked heat “or go to bed frustrated” George softly licked her neck “if you wanted someone to dominate you… all you had to do was ask… always wanted you you know. You standing here in my sweater is driving me mad ________ you even wearing anything under it?” the gravel in his voice turning her on further “he’s right. Youre driving me mad wishing it was my sweater you were wearing….. so naughty baby… if I had my way” George pulled her attention to him by lightly gripping her neck and pulling her face to look at him “I would fuck you… til you couldn’t walk for a week… id have you screaming my name, we’d fuck you so well that you wouldn’t want any one else but us that every time you moved you’d be hurting… thinking when the next time you’d be under me or Fred while you suck the other off…. We’d ruin you for every other man because no bloke could ever make you feel the way we do. The way i could make you feel”  he whispered into her ear nibbling on it slightly she moaned as Freds hands came to her hips slowly moving them up and down his leg “you’re so wet baby girl you’re soaking my sweats… tell daddy what you want” he cooed she looked to Fred then to George “good little girls use their words _____” George cooed again “I…. I…. Want…” she wraps her arms around Fred’s neck

smashing her lips to his pulling his hair slightly he groans as his already hard cock twitch in his pants she broke away pulling George in by his shoulders kissing him he, returning the kiss. Chuckled into her lips “such a needy little puppy aren’t you princess” George rasps pulling away from her “we’re not doing anything further until you tell us you want this” Fred presses her down harder “I want you to help me daddy” George turned off the kettle as she was flown over Freds shoulder as he led her to George’s room he flew her on the bed and pulled out his wand “Accio” soon the pink vibrator appeared in his hand he turned it on as George walked into the room again laying next to her kissing her softly “if its too much. Daddy wants you to say the word orange do you understand me?” George’s hand squeezes her neck “yes do you want me to repeat that for you?” she breathed out looking up innocently “yes baby i do” George said “if its too much i say orange and daddies will stop…. And cuddle me?” “good girl puppy if cuddles is what you want. Cuddles is what youll get, are you ready?” George asked “yes” she whines “yes what” Fred slapped her thigh “yes daddy” she breathed “Good girls get rewarded” Fred said as he brought the vibrator to her clit circling it slowly she moved her hips in time with Freds movements she moans as he brings it down harder Georges hands move the sweater over her head “fuck… thats so naughty puppy” he brings his mouth down to her nipples playing with the piercings that adorned each bud licking and sucking lightly Freds looking up to her he takes the vibrator away she whines at the loss of stimulation on her clit making her glance down to him “you cum when youre allowed to cum i want to hear you beg for it _____” he put the vibrator in her pumping it in her at a slow teasing place “yes daddy. Thank you daddy” she moaned

“so polite” George said with her nipple in between his teeth pulling gently he brings one of his hands up her torso around her neck she moaned loudly “you like having Georges hand around your neck dont you little slut” Fred sped up pumping the vibrator in and out of her “yes daddy please daddy faster” she moans George puts more pressure around her neck as he brings her face to his kissing her hard “keep moaning like that im going to have to shove my cock so far down your throat you wont need my hand around your pretty little neck maybe we should get you a pretty pink collar for you to “please” she moaned into the kiss before he could finish his sentence “yeah? You wanna gag on daddy’s cock? Or you want us to buy you a collar” He asked “yes please” she opened her eyes looking at him “please both daddy please want your cock and a collar please daddy want you to own me” she gives him the most innocent look she can muster while getting pounded by a vibrator he stands up pulls his sweats off she gasps at the size of him “think you can take all of daddy?” He asked “i ccan *oh shit* i can try daddy” she moaned “good girl” “daddy i need to cum please can i cum sir. Wanna cum so bad” she whined as Fred sped up in her sopping hole “cum” he commanded fucking her through it “such a whore getting off on a piece of plastic” Fred chastised George pulled her by her hair to his face she quickly moves to her knees “open your mouth” he commanded she obliged as Fred turned off the vibrator and tossed it to the side George brought his lips to her and spit in her mouth she looked at him surprised “swallow” he put his hand around her throat again she closes her mouth and swallows it “now our pretty little pet.. what youre going to do…. Is get on your hands and knees…. I want to watch Fred fuck you like the little whore you are” George started “and i want to watch you… suck George off and eat his cum when he cums… you do” Fred rasped from behind her groping her breasts with a grip so hard it could leave bruises “thank you daddy” she whimpers “what are you waiting for” george murmurs against her lips get down on your hands and knees puppy” Fred called out she dropped down inbetween the two men she loved Fred walked on his knees to her pulling her hips flushed to his he spit in her hole before shoving the tip in slightly she whimpered at the slight strech “please daddy please i need you so bad” she begged “fuck ______” Fred groaned impaling her on his thick long length she moaned loudly “well? What are you waiting for? Suck George off” he demanded pushing her into George in the middle of her shoulder blades “yes daddy” she moaned when he started moving she looked up at George with doe eyes “fuck my mouth daddy please?” She asked in a sweet voice “open your mouth puppy” he said lowly she nodded letting her jaw fall open he fed her his cock going slowly to get a feel of her wet mouth he groans bucking his hips into her mouth she moves her hand to cup his balls Fred starts to pound into her she moans around his dick he cards his hand through her hair pulling her further onto his dick “think you can handle more puppy?” George asked he allowed her to pull off to answer him “yes daddy” she went back down taking him further into her mouth he threw his head back feeling the vibrations of her moans and her hollowed cheeks taking him into her throat “fuck shes so good at this Freddie. You should try it” George groans ad he runs a hand through her hair again tugging on it to keep her there “shes squeezing me so tight i think our slut is close Georgie” fred sped up his hips as she swallowed George in her throat he groaned “im close” he moaned bucking into her mouth

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” he groans stilling his hips he spills into her mouth and takes his dick out of her mouth she opens her mouth with her tongue out showing him his cum he put his thumb on her tongue she closed her mouth on it and swallowed it down as Fred pulls out of her she Doesnt break eye contact with George as Fred comes into view she pulls off of his thumb with a pop still sucking as she does “what do you think George, you think our cum slut deserves to cum?” Fred asks him she goes to take Fred in her mouth he moans as he watches her clean his dick off of her juices “how does it taste?” George asked “i taste desperate and needy daddy” she said from around Freds cock as she went down on him Fred threw his head back when the head of his dick hit the back of her throat repeatedly she looked up at him Georges hand going to the back of her head “come on puppy daddy knows you can take more than that” tears sprung to her eyes as her nose pressed up against his lower abdomen she swallowed hard fighting against his hand don the back of her head Fred moaned loudly “Fuck youre right shes such a good girl” he groaned looking down to her “i want you to breathe through your nose puppy. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked she just swallowed around him again Fred replaced Georges hand in her hair as he pulled her hair off of him “i want you to lay on the bed” Fred said with a growl “legs spread nice and wide for me ____” George whispered flicking his wand her arms were tied to the headboard Fred came to the head of the bed stuffing his tie in her mouth he lifting her hips and roughly slamming her back down on his cock she screamed out “fuck daddy so big” tears sprung to her eyes “please let me cum daddy please want it so badly daddy” she begged as his mouth was littering her neck with hickeys as George sets up in between her legs taking her clit in his mouth sucking hard she moans “fuck Daddy” she pants “sound like a dog in heat just waiting to be bred dont you” Fred whispered in her ear kneading her breasts in his hand pinching the nipples “Accio” Fred called into the room a pair of nipple clamps appeared in his hands “i want you to answer me” Fred groaned pinching harder “one more slip up puppy and i’ll clamp your nipples “yes daddy, sorry daddy” George sucks harder on her clit gaining a louder moan she moves her hips in time with Georges mouth he pulls away and slaps hard down on her throbbing clit “did i say you could move your hips?” He spat down to her “No daddy im sorry daddy” George looked to Fred who wordlessly clamped the clamps on to her sensitive buds she whimpered feeling them and the weight of the chain that connected the two together “daddy please… need you both please…. Wanna feel you both” she begged Freds eyes widened as George tugged on the cord gently she moaned at the sharp pain that was felt “yeah puppy you think you can handle us both? Where do you want us hm?” Fred asked sweetly “want you in my ass daddy” she looked him in the eye she turned her attention to George who was waiting patiently “and daddy in my pussy” lust filled Georges features “such naughty words coming from our little whore” George groaned tugging at the cord one last time before grabbing his wand and releasing her wrists he grabbed her hand standing her up Fred puts her in the middle of the bed back facing him George pressing against her front “well? What are you waiting for Puppy. Come here and let us ruin you.” Fred pulled her to them holding one of her legs up George pushed into her heat slowly

“daddy fuck George” she threw her head back to Freds shoulder wjen he sped up hips smashing against hers in hard thrusts slowly pumping in and out of her “fuck” she moaned when she felt Freds wand at her ass filling her with lube shoving a finger into her tightly puckered hole “shit shes squeezing me so good” George moaned bucking faster “im close daddy please” she moaned trying to kiss him “please kiss me” she moaned “yeah? Want me to kiss you baby?” He asked she nodded frantically he smashed his lips onto hers “i love you, Georgie… Freddie… i love you both” she moaned into his lips “i want you to cum on my cock little slut” he growled “show us. Show us you love us and cum baby” Fred cooed bringing his hand to her neck squeezing her throat whispering sweet nothings into her ear shoving his length into her arsehole she screamed feeling the intrusion he waited for her to adjust “Move” she looked back to him Fred roughly sped up his hips one pushing in the other pushing out “daddy please!” She yelled “CUM” Fred yelled as she liquid covered their three bodies as she came her body fell limp in their hands Fred followed her next painting her hole with cum. Slowly pulling out of her he kissed the top of her head “i love you too” Fred repeated to her smashing his lips onto hers “we” George groaned feeling her clench on him “fuck im not going to last like this baby” he muttered biting her neck “please cum in me daddy please” she moaned holding her leg up pushing him in deeper “fuck baby” he stilled his hips he groaned pulling out of her “we love you.” He looked into her eyes “youre ours.” George rubbed her face with his thumb “and only ours” Fred wrapped his arms around her as George went to go get something to clean her up with “Freddie. Lets take her to your room. I need to change the sheets in here tomorrow after we take care of our princess” he kissed her lips Fred nodded

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Anakin kink headcannon

Here is my veiw on Anakin's kinks. This one was fun. He is a sick little puppy, i love him so much 🥲🥲

Warnings: smut takl, kink talk (tried to make this more gender neutral please tell me if i failed miserably)

Anakin is a precious boi. Confusing. But precious.

It takes alot to fully understand anakin as a parnter. Sure he is cocky, playfull protective and pretty scary when his temper is aroused.

But in the bed room he is pretty needy and sweet, oh so easy to break.

If we are honest he becomes a feral little whore.

Mommy/daddy kink. Thats it. Thats the elephant in the room. Despite being the chosen hero without fear he is desperate to find that one partner who will let him be the apple of their eye.

And who also takes care of him, and is stern enough to stop him from thinking too hard. He needs to have the weight lifted from his shoulders sometimes? You know?

Needs to be needed. In all aspects of life he lives to serve, he needs to be wanted and appreciated. Rewarded even.

Definitely a chest man, whether his partner is male or femal theres something about titties.

He isnt even too sure himself. He loves to lay on them, snuggling up into your chest leaving kisses on them listening to your heartbeat below.

Yes, he is a sucker for titties and sucks the titties more often than not.

To rial him up all you gotta do is show some chest and give him a stern look and he is ready freddy!

Praise kink for days! DAYS! Tell him he's a good boy and 'making mommy/daddy so proud' and he will be putty in your hands.

Also filthy. He has a knack for lacing his pleading with dirty talk. Like the nastiest shit

Some of which even makes you blush. He wants to be your filthy little whore, to have his hair pulled and face slapped. 'Use me' is on of his favourite things to moan in your ear. And obviously you ablige itxd be rude not to~

He has asked to be spat on.

But its not all scratces and sobbing, oh no he also enjoys the way you litter his face with sweet kisses and shower him with affection afterwards.

The chosen one is obsessed with making his partner cum, he lives for it! The need to please and receive his partners approval drives him.

But sometimes he is a little too eager. There has been times where he tries so hard to be the bestest boy and forces you across the finish line one time too many.

Youd be laying their in a daze tasting colours after being forced into multiple orgasms;during which you were unable to speak to order him to stop.

He'd become the most attentive he's ever been, scurrying about the room collecting anything and everything he could think of to help you relax. Juice, datapad, blankets pillows.

Fuck he'd even fetch some body lotion and start trying to coax you into having a massage from him.

He will do anything and everything because he is just that type of partner.

He has and ingrained need to earn approval and praise from everyone he holds dear to him, and if you start feeding that need in the bed room? Well congratulations you just earned yourself a jedi general for the forseeable future.

[jahayla-parker]

Through Every Season: Freddy Carter x Reader

(Fics + SMAUs) Part 2

Part one (Freddy’s version) here

Description: Traveling with your boyfriend Freddy entails lots of candid and posed photos but you wouldn’t have it any other way. SMAUs and small fics / blurbs

Warnings: none I can think of!

So Tumblr doesn’t let me do more than 10 photos or one video per post 🙄 so… the collages would be one post. Aka you’d be swiping left to go from left to right in the order of top row to bottom for each collage as if it were one Insta post but it had to be one single photo for tumblr 😤

—Your Instagram Profile—

——SMAU Post One——

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yourusername: Je t'aime 💋

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freddycarter1: 🌹

lbardugo: is the caption about your companion or Paris? ☺️

yourusername: Oui 😉

amitasuman _: getting some real Kaz vibes from some of these lol

yourusername: that’s cause he’s perfect for the role 🥰

lbardugo: agreed

——Fic 1——

“What’re you thinking of darling?” Freddy whispers, his head tilted slightly so he can keep his arms around his girlfriend but still see her face.

Y/n smiles as she keeps gazing into the distance, blinking slowly as she takes in the sight of the Eiffel Tower from their hotel balcony.

“Just can’t believe it” y/n says quietly.

Freddy smiles and crooks his head down to kiss her neck innocently, “can’t believe what exactly?”

She breaks eye contact with the scenic view to look at her boyfriend, “that I’m here, in Paris, with you”.

He licks his bottom lip before sucking it in between his teeth as he smiles to himself contentedly.

——SMAU Post Two——

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yourusername: Traveling season ✈️

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amitasuman_: where all did you go this time?👀

yourusername: I’ll text ya 🤫

freddycarter1: I should be upset you’re doing better candids than me already, but I could never be upset with you 💗

yourusername: I’d thank the lighting but you’re striking in any lighting 😍

calahan.skogman: killing it my boy🔥

——Fic 2——

“Angel, get off your phone” Freddy teased, tossing a French fry at her softly.

Y/n laughed, tossing it back at him with a shake of her head, “I’m looking at something!”

Freddy scoffed jokingly, “should I be jealous? You look like you’re going to melt”.

She smirked and looked up at him before shrugging.

He raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m really hoping it’s another puppy chewing on shoelaces again”.

Y/n giggled and shook her head, glancing down at the photo on her screen.

Freddy pouted, “looovvee, who is it? Is it a Jonas brother?“

She laughed loudly, “I’ve never looked at any of the Jonas brothers that way, Freddy! In fact I’ve only looked at this person like that”.

He puckered his lips and squinted at her playfully.

Y/n leaned over the table, kissing his puckered lips faintly before setting her phone before him and grabbing a fresh French fry from his plate.

In the daze of the kiss, Freddy almost didn’t see that she’d left him her phone.

He smiled at her before looking down, hoping to see a photo of some random animal misbehaving.

However his grin only widened until his cheeks hurt when he saw his own face on her screen.

It was a candid shot of him she evidently got when he was smiling earlier.

“The only one” she repeated, smiling at him.

——SMAU Post Three——

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yourusername: An apple a day🗽 (pc to Freddy for #3 ❤️)

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yourfriendsinsta: so good to see you y/n/n! Thanks for the photo Freddy 👏

kittheyounger: 1&6 are making me feel extra single today 🙄

freddycarter1: My Queen of Queens😘

tommyae: ❤️ you both

——Fic 3——

“Hey Freddy!” Y/n gleefully blurted, prompting him to look up from his phone at her.

She glared and pouted at him.

“Well that was a quick 180” Freddy laughed.

She gasped with a smile forming as she quickly lifted her phone making him even more confused.

“Ugh, Freeeedddyyy” she sighed and lowered her phone.

“What did I even do?” He laughed, grabbing her free hand.

“I somehow don’t have one photo this trip of you actually smiling your normal smile” she pouted.

Freddy ran his other hand over his face as he chuckled at her.

“Pleeeaaasseee baby?” She pleaded.

Freddy nodded with a smile but as she lifted her phone he switched to a smirk.

She rolled her eyes but took the photo.

“…Demjin…” she grumbled jokingly.

——SMAU Post Four——

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yourusername: Spending time with my favorite person in one of my favorite places is my life’s one true passion 💜 📸 credit: Mr. Carter 😘

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freddycarter1: My flower 💗

amitasuman _: stop girl these are so aesthetically pleasing 😍😍😍

archierenaux3: Freddy and the beach?! 😲

yourusername: the two most important things in life 🥰

——Fic 4——

“Wait, okay let’s try this” Freddy said, pouring some water from his water bottle onto y/n’s hands.

“Freddy?” she giggled, grinning up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “it’ll help the sand stick better for the shot”.

She nodded in understanding, putting her hands into the sand under her knees, “but… you know…”

Y/n bit her lip as she laughed and brought one hand out of the sand to point to the ocean beside them, “you didn’t need to use your filtered water, the ocean’s right there”.

Freddy blushed and hid his face behind his camera with a smile, “bring them up the same way as last time”.

Y/n smirked at him changing the subject but happily obeyed and posed the way he wanted for the photo he had in mind.

——SMAU Post Five——

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yourusername: The only reason I’m not hibernating this winter ☃️

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calahan.skogman: what a stud 🤤

yourusername: MY stud 👏💁‍♀️

calahan.skogman: about that… 😂 kidding, I accepted defeat a long time ago; you’re a worthy contender

freddycarter1: 😂❤️

amitasuman _: y/n you and I need to recreate #6 ☺️

freddycarter1: you might benefit from a lesson from Calahan 😏

freddycarter1: we could hibernate together🐻❤️

——Fic 5——

“No, no, no” y/n panicked with a loud chain of laughter, “Freddy! I’m going to fall on my butt”.

Freddy chuckles, slowly lowering y/n back to the ground, making sure the blades on her skates are balanced against the ice.

He holds her in place as he skates around to her front, “I wouldn’t let that happen”.

Her frozen cheeks warm slightly, “I think you forget how clumsy I am, sunshine”.

Freddy grins at the nickname, “oh, I’m well aware of how clumsy you are, dear. You nearly tripped putting the skates on”.

“Yet you’re lifting me in the air over ice” She scolds, the warmth on her cheeks spreading as she recalls Freddy having to stabilize her earlier so she didn’t face-plant into the ground.

“As long as you’re in my arms, you’re safe” he promised sincerely, grabbing her gloved hand and skating backwards do he could face her as he pulled her with him.

——SMAU Post Six——

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yourusername: Fall may be the season for change, but I know one thing I’m never changing ❤️🍁

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benbarnes: Fall is the best 🙌

yourusername: fall has always been my favorite season, but I love every season of life with him ❤️🍁

amitasuman _: get it girl 🔥

yourusername: Ily darling 😘

freddycarter1: ♾💗

——Fic 6——

“Don’t you dare Frederick” y/n warned lightheartedly.

Freddy smirked and jokingly lifted the sling shot up further, having no real intent to use it.

“Mr. Carter, I’m warning you” She laughed, shaking her head as she tried to get him back to letting her take his photo.

He grinned and winked at her, pulling the elastic band on the device towards himself.

Y/n silently snapped a candid photo as he laughed and held the band taught.

“You let go of that, and the acorn hits me, and you will get no kisses for a week” y/n threatened weakly; knowing she wouldn’t see it through.

Freddy knew it was unlikely as well but he wasn’t risking it, quickly lowering the device and pointing it behind him so the acorn plunked into the water instead.

Y/n laughed, pleased she won the ridiculous debate.

The end of his trench coat waived in the air as Freddy spun towards her, pulling her in for a delicate kiss.

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Cabin In The Woods:

Tag: @iloveslasher @myers-meadow

Will’s POV:

I was loosing my mind. Losing my god damn mind. This town was suffocating, and everyone’s constants questions were driving me mad. Jack always pulling me along on cases, calling me late hours of the night with a new theory. Hannibal, trying to get in my head. Always leaving out therapy sessions feeling worse than when I went in. I felt like I was going to a snap.

And when none other than Freddie Lounds showed up at my doorstep, looking for a story. I lost it. I slammed the door in her face, not even bothering with pleasantries. And ignored her calls through the door, tuning her out. I reached for my phone, dialling the only number that was worth while. It rang 3 times precisely before getting cut off by a small-

“Bonjour, this is Frances.”

I smiled a little, unfurrowing my brows. Between the dogs and the sound of their voice, my breathing was starting to become a little more stable. Seemingly when I didn’t respond, they checked their caller ID.

“William? What’s wrong?” They said, their tone shifting dramatically.

“I have a red head problem.” I groaned.

A small laugh left their lips. I could imagine it perfectly, the way their nose would scrunch up, and their eyes would sparkle. Their laugh was the one thing they never faked.

“Luckily for you my friend, I happen to be close by. Need me to take care of your little problem?”

Yes please, I thought. But what was Frances doing out near me, they lived halfway across town and it was past midnight. I raised a brow not that they could see.

“Hello, earth to dog boy. You still with me?”

I hated that Nickname. I rolled my eyes.

“If you insist.” I said.

“Brilliant, see you in five.” They hung up.

I slumped back down on the floor. True to their word I heard talking outside a few minuets later. I listened in by the open window.

“Hello Miss Lounds, lovely evening we’re having.” They said.

I had to hold back a laugh as I nearly saw Freddie jump. It was odd how silent Frances could be sometimes. It seemed today was a good day for them, they were without their cane. Or any other assistive devices.

“Ahh, Mx. L/N, what are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, trespassing isn’t very nice of you Miss Lounds. I do believe Mr. Graham didn’t give you permission to be snooping around his back porch, now did he?”

“I was never here.” Freddie said.

Backing off my property.

“You’ll do well to keep that way.”

After Freddie dispersed into the night, I relaxed a little. Frances was suddenly at the window, smiling as I nearly fell backwards off my couch.

“Move!” They said simply.

I obliged, moving over as they climbed through my window.

“You know front doors exist?” I asked.

They shrugged.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

They settled onto the couch, leaning so their head was hanging off and they’re feet were now against the wall. Some of the dog ran over eagerly to great them. Their giggles filled the room as they playfully attempted to fend off my dogs. It was a light and eerie sound. Echoing around my head and shoving all my darker thoughts to the corner of my mind.

“What were you even doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep!”

The slowly fell off the couch, laying flat on the floor as they accepted their fate, getting licked by the dogs. I shook my head, looking down at them.

“Tea?”

“Since when does Will Graham drink tea?”

“Since someone has a habit of stopping by to steal my dogs from me.”

They blushed wildly.

“It’s not my fault they like me better. Look at me, I’m just a loveable little guy!”

They tried to give me puppy dog eyes, but it didn’t fool me. I knew them in a way most people could never understand. The two of us got like two people of a puzzle. If you asked some people, they didn’t even believe in the idea of soulmates. Others thought that title was only for lovers. But friends, friends could be fated too. At least that’s what Hannibal explained to me.

I had explained to him my distress, over feeling things I’d never felt toward anyone before. People never piqued my interest, and rarely made me feel much anymore. But Frances was like a ball of sunshine. I knew the doctor wasn’t stupid, it wasn’t that hard to decipher who I was talking about. They were the only person I talked to beside Jack or Alana. Sometimes Miss Meadow.

“You went through a great ordeal together, it’s normal to form bonds under extreme stress when you have gone through a traumatising situation. But do be careful William, those relationships can become unhealthy and codependent.” He warned.

That possibility be damned. I wouldn’t risk the one thing that made me feel happy in all of this bullshit, just because the relationship might spur in the future. That was a risk I’d just have to take. I must have been lost in thought a while, because a hand touched mine.

“You good? You seem spacey tonight. How about I get us the drinks and you just stay on the couch yeah?” I nodded simply.

I never had anyone take care of me like they do. They were always so gentle. Afraid that they might hurt me. The small touch had managed to make us both uncomfortable. I could feel it, the slight tingle as their skin brushed against mine. They pulled away almost as soon as they caught my attention.

I watched them disappear into my kitchen. A heard a few clangs and debated if I should get up to help. Almost as if they knew what I was thinking they called out.

“Don’t you dare get up. I’m fine, I just tripped.”

I couldn’t help the breath of air that passed my nose. It sounded more like they dragged a cabinet down with them. But of course they would downplay it. A few minutes later they came back with a coffee and their tea. They sat next to me on the couch.

“So what was miss nosey even searching for?”

“I don’t know, she seems to think I know something about the Chesapeake Ripper that nobody else does.”

“And why would she think that?”

It was more of a rhetorical question, and I knew better than to answer.

“Sometimes I wish I could break her nose so she couldn’t go sniffing around in peoples business.”

The first real laugh they pulled out of me that night. It was so weird to see someone so small, so guiltless, express wants for mild violence so casually. I knew they meant it, it wasn’t a simple joke. But they knew better than to lash out physically.

“That’s I’d pay to see. Ex-Ballerina kicks paparazzis ass” I joked.

They put a hand over their chest in mock hurt.

“Just because my company dropped me, doesn’t mean I’m not a Ballerina anymore.”

“I know, I know. Besides it’s their loss. I bet you were the best dancer they had.”

They sighed contently, sipping their tea.

“I wish you could have seen me Will. Before all this. I was in my element when I was on stage. Nothing could stop me, and nobody could get in my way. I remember once, my understudy partner dropped me during a performance, I finished the entire thing only to find out the next making my ankle was in fact broken. I was so excited to show off to the talent scouts in the audience I didn’t even notice.”

I cringed a little. It was odd how uneffected they were by physical pain. I thought back to the day we met, how clam they where when he had literal pipes spiked through our body’s in a grotesque display. I still had nightmares of that night.

“Yeah, I wish I could have seen it too.” I settled for an honest response.

I wasn’t much for thé performing arts, but to see Frances in their prime would have been great.

“I’m glad I can still dance some days though. Before Hannibal cuts me off.”

“He’s just trying to keep you safe.”

They rolled their eyes.

“I know, I know. But sometimes I wish he’d just relax a little, you know. So what if my legs are shaking, I’m having fun. I can rest after. Speaking of rest, you look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

They raised a brow at me. They sprung up from the couch and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around the two of us. They turned on a random Chanel for background noise, and took my coffee mug out of my hand.

“I can see your gears turning Graham. Relax your mind. You’re at your house, you’re safe, your dogs are all here, and you have the worlds bestest friend by your side. Stop thinking so much, let the last go for tonight. And no thinking about work off the clock!”

“Who’s being overprotective now?” I asked.

“Oh hush, this is different-“

They patted their lap, and I slowly laid my head down. They looked straight forward at the tv, and played with my hair. Their fingers on my scalp was highly relaxing. It felt almost as if I was high. I closed my eyes and tried to rest my mind. I could hear them hum absentmindedly as I began to fall asleep.

A few hours later I woke up outside. Shit I slept walked again.

Frances POV:

I woke up when Will stirred, at first I thought he’d woken up, but it was clear he was asleep when he didn’t respond to his name. Of course, I should have known better, but I was worried when he started walking toward the door. I reached for his shoulder out of panic, big mistake.

Will freaked out, thinking I was trying to hurt him. I didn’t have much time before I was slammed against the wall. His hands around my throat. I reached up my hand trying to move his, but even half asleep, he was still stronger than me.

“Will. It’s me. Frances, your friend.” I tried to choke out.

But his grip only got tighter. I panicked a little, my lungs burning, and my head spinning. I figured maybe if I stood still, he’d get bored and leave. I tried to slow my breathing a little. But it seemed it was useless as a few minutes later I woke up on the floor with a killer headache. The door was wide open and as I looked around, a few of the dogs were missing. Shit!

I didn’t even bother to grab shoes, running outside with a flashlight and going to search for them. They couldn’t have gotten too far. I wandered the woods aimlessly for about 20 mins, collecting my furry friends. Once they spotted me, they were quick to follow, thank god. I did not have the energy to carry them back to Wills place. I made sure the door was firmly locked behind me as I set out to search for my best friend.

“Will!” I called.

The dogs must have been out looking for him. I checked back over the areas I’d already been, but I couldn’t find him. I was beginning to get anxious when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Frances?” Will’s voice sounded small.

I spun on my heel, not even giving him enough time to process anything before I threw myself at him. I wrapped him into a tight hug, pulling back to check for any injuries. He seemed to be relatively fine aside from a bloody nose.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” I mumbled, before pulling him back in for a hug.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the house. The dogs where quick to greet him, he didn’t need to know that they made a run for it earlier. It would only stress him out further. I pulled him into the kitchen and sat him down on a stool. I wet a towel and came back over to help clean him up

“What happened?” He asked finally.

It seemed now in the kitchen light he could notice the bruises starting to form on my neck. He reached his hand out, to touch it, his arms shaking slightly.

“Did I- did I do this?” He asked.

I sighed.

“You didn’t mean to Will, it’s fine. We’re ok.” I assured him.

“I choked you.”

“I startled you.”

I started wiping underneath his nose with delicate , light stokes. Almost as if it would hurt him if I pressed to hard. He still seemed fairly dissociated and I tried to ground him by putting my other hand on his cheek and bringing his eyes to mine. The both of us hated eye contact, but at moments like this, it was imperative.

“I don’t want you feeling any guilt ok. I’m fine. Promise.” I said.

His eyes looked slightly glazed over, almost as if he were about to cry. He swallowed thickly.

“Will? Can you talk to me please?” I asked.

Still no answer. I sighed again, dropping the rag and placing it on the counter. When I turned back around, I was greeted by those piercing brown eyes. They just starred back at me, deep in thought.

“Will?” I asked again.

Suddenly he moved closer and his lips captured mine. I froze, stunned. Will pulled back suddenly when I didn’t reciprocate.

“Shit, Frances I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-“

I dropped my hand, pulling away and stumbling back slightly. My breath picked up again. I couldn’t think of anything to say, entirely caught off guard. I stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?” I simply asked. “Why would you? You can’t! What?” I stuttered out a bunch of half baked sentences.

Nobody had ever kissed me before. Not on the lips at least, not like that. Even my boyfriend hadn’t kissed me. My boyfriend! I thought to Hannibal, how he would react. Was this cheating? God, I was fucked! I kept thinking I should have anticipated his reaction, done something, pushed him away. But I just stood there.

“Frances I’m so sorry!” Will tried approaching me again. “I just felt like I couldn’t breathe, and mu head was so loud, and I just wanted it to stop. I really don’t know why I did that.” He tried to explain.

I stumbled back as he took a step forward, falling on my ass. I just pulled my knees into my chest. And began sobbing. I felt gross. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. Not like that. I could hear Will shuffling around, trying to give me space. Seemingly, he took out his phone.

“Alana I fucked up!” I heard, from the next room. He’d excused himself to the living room.

I tuned out the rest of the conversation. I don’t know how long I stayed like that on the kitchen floor, but I heard the front door open. I thought for a moment he was just gonna leave, leave me here like this. All alone. But then I heard several foot steps quickly advancing toward the kitchen.

“Frances?” Hannibal’s voice called.

God, he was the last person I wanted to be here right now. I wished I could just disappear, I pulled my knees in tighter.

“Shit. The fuck did you do will?” Meadows voice sounded exasperated.

I’m sure anyone would be annoyed, waking up at this hour and having to come half way across town. Will stayed at the entrance of the kitchen, not coming any closer. Meadow was by my side in a second.

“Hey, hey! Little bug, breath ok?” She asked.

I nodded, letting her pull me into a hug. She ran her hand through my hair and rocked me back and forth. Helping me stim to regulate my emotions. I opened my eyes to see Hannibal and Will talking. Hannibal’s body language looked tense, that wasn’t good. Meadow let her grip loosen when I pulled back.

I smiled a little, she looked pretty in her night dress. It was nice to see her.

“He’s going to be so mad at me.” I said.

“Who? Frances nobody is mad at you.” She tried to calm me.

“But- I- Hannibal is going to be so upset.”

She pulled me back in for another hug. Normally this much touch would over stimulate me, but it seemed my skin was screaming whenever she stopped.

“Darling, Hannibal could never be mad at you. You did nothing wrong. It’s just a little panic attack.”

“No.” I shook my head.

The voices in the living room got louder. Meadow’s attention was also drawn toward the two men.

“Hannibal I’m sorry!” Will said.

The next thing we heard was a fist connecting to bone. If Will’s nose wasn’t broken before, it certainly was now. Meadow’s eyes widened.

“Hannibal! What the hell?” She yelled.

I flinched at the sudden loudness, and she lowered her tone a little, giving me an apologetic look. Hannibal was quick to walk over to me, kneeling down, his hands instantly turning my head to search my neck. It seemed his interest alerted Meadow to them too.

Her face scrunched up in disgust, she looked back at Will than at me. Her eyes narrowing in his direction.

“It’s not what you think.” I started.

I gave her a silent pleading look to go check on him. He was still my best friend, and I don’t think he deserved to be lunched.

“Does it hurt?” Hannibal drew my attention to him.

“No.” He gave me a skeptical look.

“So they crying a because he-“

I nodded.

“Do you hate me?”

His face softened.

“I could never hâte you. But him, I’m furious at!”

Meadow brought Will back into the kitchen, using the rag from earlier to clean up his nose which was bleeding again.

“Did you have to punch him?” I asked.

“He kissed you without you consent.” Hannibal said simply.

Meadow finally understood exactly what was going on. And she looked like she was about to punch the man herself.

“He didn’t mean to” I defended. “It’s my fault, I didn’t realise what was happening and didn’t react quick enough.”

Hannibal sighed. He attempted to get me to get up off the floor, but I wasn’t ready to leave.

“Frances, this was entirely my fault.” Will spoke up.

“You stop talking!” Hannibal warned.

He was quick to shut his mouth.

“No, this is my fault.” Hannibal concluded. “I’m his therapist, I knew he was dangerous, and clearly I’m not doing a good enough job.”

I frowned, I didn’t like the distain in his voice. Sure, I was upset, but I wasn’t mad at Will. I could never be mad at Will. He was confused and disoriented, and I was sending out signals I hadn’t meant to send.

“Hannibal, it’s fine. It didn’t mean anything, right Will?” I asked.

Will just nodded.

“He was disoriented and scared.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to choke you. Or kiss my patenter.”

It seemed Hannibal was more upset at the second thing. I was growing frustrated with the situation. Just wanting to go home. Meadow stood at the edge of the kitchen island, arms crossed and glaring at Will.

“Can we just go home?” I asked softly.

“I’m taking you to the hospital first.” Hannibal decided.

I frowned further.

“No.”

“No?”

“I want to go home. They’re just bruises Hannibal. I can handle it. No hospitals!” I said firmly.

“They’ll only panic more, my love, if you make them go. You know this. Besides not much the hospital will do, unless we’re pressing charges.”

Will hung his head low, disappointed in himself. I crawled across the floor to where Will sat, getting up on my way. My legs seemed weaker than I expected.

“Hey, none of that.” I said softly.

“You should. I assaulted you.”

I cringed out how brutal that made it sound. It was really an honest mistake. Both things were. I shook my head no.

“Then I’ll tell Jack myself. My sleep walking is making me unsafe to be around.”

“Then Hannibal will help you.” I declared.

Hannibal didn’t seem pleased with the idea, still seething with anger.

“Right Han?” I asked, pleading with him.

“We can have a session tomorrow, I’ll clear my schedule.” He grumbled.

“Look, I’ll see you tomorrow ok. Try to get some rest.” I said.

The ride back to the house was awkward. I laid down in the back seat of the car and Hannibal and Meadow both seemed upset.

“You’re not mad at me right?” I asked, trying to reassure myself.

“I’m just confused how you can be so nice to him after that.”

“Because it was genuinely a mistake Hannibal. You’ve made plenty. Just stop alright! You’re mean when you’re jealous!” I said.

Meadow failed to hold back a chortle.

“I’m not jealous, I’m upset- there’s a difference.”

“Don’t pretend you punched him for my sake.” I fired back.

“Ok, maybe there’s a little jealousy. But he still hurt you, both physically and mentally.”

“And he’ll make it up to me. He’s my best friend Hannibal, I’m not gonna lose him over something this stupid. Just help him with his sleep walking problem.”

I don’t remember when I fell asleep during the rest of the ride home. But I felt myself pulled closed to Hannibal’s toned chest. I snuggled further into him as he carried me inside. Perhaps cuddles from the people I loved were exactly what the doctor ordered.

An: and I oop- though seriously, imagine having Will Graham as your first kiss 🥺 jealous

[feebleturtleduck-artz]

Some more Scooby-Doo throawback art! And some extremely old art to boot lol. This is my first Scooby-Doo OC, that isn’t directly related to the main gang, since most of my current OCS are of some direct relation.

Meet Jay! The first image was drawn ‎June ‎13, ‎2011. I was only 10 when I drew it! How time flies. For some reason, his name was Abasi. According to the original description of the image, he wasn’t even a Scooby-Doo character, but because he was a great dane I decided to make him one apparently lol. His name was Abasi for some reason. That might literally be something in Swahili, which would make sense because I drew nothing but Lion King lions back then.

I...don’t know why I assumed Abasi would be a good name for a Scooby-Doo dog but whatever. He was Scooby-Doo’s brother in that image.

Second image was drawn ‎September ‎02, ‎2012. So a little bit over a year later. This was when he was first renamed to Jay. Still more in line with the SD style. Now sporting his own Scooby-Doo collar! It reads “Jay” though. I really like how he looks in this style; I think he looks rather cute, innocent and dippy. It also reminds me of the later style I used in my “Pool party” and “Scooby and Amber’s puppies” image.

The third image was drawn on December ‎08, ‎2012. This one was referenced directly from Clipart of Scooby-Doo himself. Maybe I can find it sometime and redraw it LOL. This one looks...rather terrible  I remember being really happy with it at the time as it was the closest I was able to get to SD style at the time. I’m still kinda happy with it LOL! It was a land mark for me of learning a different style. Return of the one sided whiskers! I couldn’t ever get SD’s eyes close enough together without looking weird, and I still can’t :’)

Annnnddd the fourth and last image was drawn on ‎December ‎23, ‎2012. Featuring his own, Casandra, who is a literal recolor. And by literal recolor, I mean the first image I ever did of her I traced a screenshot of Daphne and used it to get a color palette down. I never posted it online though lol and I still have it. Even her appearance is still a hodge-podge of the other gang members for some reason. Casandra is literally blonde Daphne, with the smarts of Velma(and Freddy’s hair, now that I think of it) she’s wearing the Ankh necklace from Scooby-Doo In Where’s My Mummy. Maybe not the SAME one but a Ankh necklace because I was obsessed with Egyptian culture at the time. I believe she also ate a lot of food like Shaggy lmao. What a mess!

The letter she is holding is the same one from Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! Season 1, episode 2 "Hassle in the Castle". I think the photo on the wall is well....

Her backstory was she was a die-hard fan-girl of the gang and wanted to join them. She also owned Jay, who was changed to be Scooby-Doo’s cousin rather than brother at some point. She would solve a few mysteries herself, but would mostly wander around and get lost as she was kinda dense. She was well meaning but would walk into a clearly marked chasm if someone didn’t stop her. Jay wasn’t much better, outside of having a exceptional sense of smell. I remember her favorite SD member was Shaggy, who she hung out with sometimes. It’s strange, if I had made her today I’d probably had considered them a couple, but Shaggy and her never were a couple lol. I just wanted to draw them being freinds!

I definitely need to remake them sometime! I think I’ll make Jay a realllllllllllllllllllly distant cousin of Scooby. Or maybe just a fan-boy! He looks like he could maybe be Scooby-Dee’s son with someone. But that would just be another bright-eyed-nephew to look up to Scooby. I’ll probably change him to be unrelated.

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Doing Billy and Freddy's makeup headcanons? 😽

Omg, your mind, anon...!! Plz I-... because we deserve Bill and Freddy with liner, idc💅🏽. They're such pretty boys, like, we can't let their faces go to waste...

~ Star✨️

E.L.F.

(Eyes Lips Face, for those who don't know)

Prompt: Just how it would go/be like if you were to do Freddy and Billy's makeup (in my humble opinion). Yassifying them, if you will.

Timeline: Whatever fits best for you🫶🏽

TW/Content: None (cursing, tho)⚡️But srsly, that's it

Reader: Non-Specified! Any Pronouns! Implied Fem, tho, in some bits!

Requested By: Anon

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I'm just gonna do these in the order you requested them in, so starting off first with...

Billy -

He... doesn't hate it, but he doesn't really enjoy it either. It's one of those things where if he says no, you just have to accept it. There's no convincing him. But, if he's all like, "Mmm..." "Aahh..." "I dunno" "Wellll..." then definitely go for it.

Bother, pester, and beg him, and he'll eventually fold. He has limits, still, though. He won't let you do full face, none of that foundation, primer, no. None of that shit.

The most he'll let you do is some eyeliner, maybe mess with/shape his brows a bit, some gloss... little things like that. But it's all good because he's got a pretty face anyways, so more often than not, it's just a fun activity to do that keeps you busy and allows the two of you to spend time with each other.

Not to mention, (if he let's you) bold eyeliner looks really bring out that inner emo he denies he has.

(Like, sir, you literally were this🤏🏽 close to emo hair in the first movie, I don't wanna hear it🙄✋🏽). Speaking of hair, he'll actually let you tie it up if it's in the way. He doesn't like to inconvenience you, and the last thing he wants is you messing up his face, trying to "yassify" him.

Anyways, he likes to deny how pretty it makes him look and why it "takes so long" to be over with, and complain about how the "poking and proding hurts"...

Set his ass in front of the mirror and peep how fast the boy goes quiet and just s t a r e s at himself lmao.

He won't admit it, but he does think your work is very pretty😙✨️.

Plus, on the occasions where you finally get to convince him, a lot of the times, you'll straddle his waist and he just gets to hold you and focus on all of your already beautiful features while you spruce him up, and he enjoys it a lot because you never seem to notice nor try to hide yourself.

Gets very flustered very fast when you get super close to his face (often to do brows, liner, and/or mascara). Like, literally panics. Should he touch/hold your face (lovingly)? Compliment you? Kiss you? So many options, but he never goes through with them unless you initiate😭. But it works out well because you can usually tell.

Aka, Billy is doing puppy eyes without realizing it, and it's making you laugh and unable to focus🥴🫶🏽.

4.5 times out of 10, he'll let you put makeup on.

Freddy -

It's not his MOST favorite activity ever either, but he's a lot more tolerable of it than Billy is.

I'm talking, the boy will let you go ahead and do full face, BUT ONLY if he gets to stay in the comfort of his own room. Otherwise, it's just a couple of things he's willing to show off to anyone other than you or the mirror/camera.

Like mascara! He actually likes the way it makes his eyelashes look, he says it reminds him of how spiders look (you always remind him how that's not the point/goal but he ain't listening lmao).

He hates wearing any type of lipstick or gloss. He doesn't like the greasy, slippery feeling and he'll just lick it all off anyways, even if it does taste good. Lip plumper is a solid no-no, that shit burns and he'll deadass cry. The most he'll do is chapstick bc he doesn't like the feeling of chapped lips either.

Lovesss having his brows done (almost therapeutic), and he enjoys the way eyeliner looks. Lined neatly, though, not smudged. Billy's the one who's more into the smudgey stuff, not the perfect wings (emo🫵🏽!!).

It doesn't take much to convince him to do his makeup, but he's squirmy and doesn't sit still for very long, so regardless of compliance, it's still a whole task/chore fr. Again, straddling him is a good way to keep him in place, but that won't stop him from constantly trying to peer over and around you, look at his phone, shake hair out of his face (bc god forbid you tie it up🙄), all things that be ruining your work mid-way through.

No matter what you do, though, he always loves your work. Finds specific things to compliment and makes notes on what actually enhances his features and what doesn't. Super into it, more than likely because of the artist in him (I know we all saw his sketchbook in the movie, don't cap).

I wouldn't be surprised if Freddy would be cool with you actually painting his face and giving him wild looks. Would probably prefer that over you trying to yassify him and make him a pretty-boy (not to say that he alr isn't one, but ykwim).

7 times out of 10, Freddy will let you do his makeup.

If I had gone on any longer for either of them, I would've started writing FRfr🤭. But I hope you enjoyed what's written right here💕.

~ Star✨️

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trick !

corrin (unintentionally) helps gregory pull a prank on the animatronics. alternately titled “gregory is an absolute monster of a child”.

this takes place in my au where william wasn’t a killer he was just kinda an eccentric weirdo. glammike is pretty heavily implied & the crying child incident still happened. also i fudged the timeline a bit to make it* make sense.

*it being gregory being michael’s kid.

tw for mentions of child death (evan) and brief descriptions of panic attacks (sorry freddy)

gregory was very proud of how good his makeup looked. his mom had spent hours on it, promising to make it look as realistic as possible and god did his mom deliver. he had nearly given the daytime security guard a heart attack when they had walked up together.

now, he sat silently in the daycare, waiting for his first victim to find him.

sunny would be easy to scare. he cared so much about the safety of the kids, especially gregory since he was usually only around when all the others had gone home.

he could hear sun moving through the play structure, grabbing toys and drawings kids left behind. he continued to sit silently, looking through a window where he could see sun continue cleaning with a sad look on his face. he needed to look dead! really truly dead! like a heartbroken murdered child if he wanted to pull this off.

sun had finally looked up through the window, and gregory was sure the scream he let out could be heard through the entire pizzaplex.

he made sure to rush out as soon as possible, remaining unseen.

chica was easy to scare. hide out in the kitchen and sure enough she would be sneaking in for some pizza. he did not even have to try with her, she just saw his reflection and bolted out of the room as fast as she could, screaming for the others all the way. it was great!

he had stood on the second floor when roxy had spotted him, chica dragging her and yelling about the pizzaplex being haunted. he had managed to escape her, hiding where he knew her sight would not reach. while she did not scream like the others, she was clearly freaked out, clutching onto chica’s hand and pretending like it was for the chicken’s comfort.

next was monty. gregory had assumed monty would be harder to scare. but sure enough, hiding out in monty golf just out of reach seemed to scare the gator. enough for him to let out a series of swears that gregory would have assumed was blocked from the animatronics’ programming. lucky for gregory, monty was bulky, so he did not need to rush out as quickly. after all, he was quite enjoying the gator’s yelling.

freddy was the last and honestly, gregory was feeling guilty. not guilty enough to not prank him, of course, but guilty enough to feel bad about it. freddy was his favorite. he had no idea why, he just was.

he moved into freddy’s green room as quickly and quietly as he could (he was so happy he had managed to find the override codes to get in the door), sitting silently in the room and waiting.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

freddy had honestly thought it was a bit funny how shaken up the others were at first. the thought of the pizzaplex being haunted sounded ridiculous.

and then they described the kid. brown hair, a striped shirt, and a sad face that could rival that of a kicked puppy. and blood. so much blood.

it sounded so much like evan.

freddy told the others that they were probably imagining things (probably more yelling himself than them) but they seemed insistent. after all, they had all seen him.

but freddy was not having it. or rather, did not want to believe it. because if they were right, and it was real, then it was because of him.

he walked to his green room silently, opting to not say hello to corrin for the night. he did not have it in him after listening to the others.

the door opened for him as soon as he got close. the lights turned on, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small brunette boy, curled up in a ball, staring sadly up at him.

if he had still breathed, he was sure it would have caught in his throat. if he still had a beating heart, he was sure it would have stopped. he did not want to turn. to face the small child in front of him.

his mind continued to chant i’m sorry, i’m sorry, forgive me, i’m sorry.

“gregory!”

corrin’s voice snapped him out of it. he turned around, surprised to see the security guard in his green room. behind him, he could hear the other animatronics complaining about the mean prank the child was pulling.

gregory. gregory was pranking them.

“apologize to freddy, then go out and apologize to the others.”

the mom voice, the crossed arms, gregory had no choice but to comply, muttering a small apology to the bear animatronic before sluggishly walking out to apologize to the others.

the suffocating feeling had finally stopped when gregory left. it really was like looking at a ghost.

“freddy, i’m so sorry about that, i didn’t realize that was why he wanted me to make him so scary looking.”

“it’s fine.” not really. “he was just trying to have a bit of fun. it’s halloween after all.”

corrin frowned. in life he always knew when michael was lying to him, and it seemed like he could see right through freddy’s lies as well. “look, i don’t mind it you don’t wanna tell me, but i’m here if you need to talk.”

freddy smiled, nodding. “i know.”

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Cute headcanon about the old husbands since it’s that time again:

Millie’s grandpa is a workaholic, and constantly overworks himself

CTW Funtime Freddy is there to help him, in a less traditional way

When Millie’s grandpa is overworking himself in the workshop CTW Funtime Freddy just sits on the workbench watching him, clearly unamused by his human bf’s unhealthy nature

“DARLING, YOU SHOULD TAKE A REST. YOU LOOK SO TIRED” CTW Funtime Freddy says an impatient twinge to his voice

“B-but, I need to get my work done-“ Millie’s grandpa whines, cutting himself off with a surprised yelp as he feels one of CTW Funtime Freddy’s wires forcefully grab him, and pull the frail man into his lap

CTW Funtime Freddy drapes an arm over Millie’s grandpa’s shoulders, softly grumbling

Just that slight feeling of the animatronic’s chest rumbling from that is enough for Millie’s grandpa to feel his face heat up slightly

“PERHAPS YOU MISUNDERSTOOD…” the bear says, his fingers walking up underneath the human’s chin, tilting his head up to look at him. Millie’s grandpa starts to blush, feeling CTW Funtime Freddy’s gaze pierce through him

“THAT WASN’T A REQUEST LITTLE PUPPY, IT WAS AN ORDER…”

Millie’s grandpa starts blushing, softly squeaking as CTW Funtime Freddy pulls him further up his lap. He pouts, snuggling against the animatronic’s torso and closing his eyes, trying his best to fall asleep

CTW Funtime Freddy softly chuckles to himself, stroking the smaller man’s grey hair to help him relax

The last thing Millie’s grandpa hears before finally falling asleep is the deep husky voice of his animatronic boyfriend purring into his ear:

“THAT’S MY GOOD BOY…”

[rogertaylorshbb]

"excuse me" roger Taylor fanfic [part 2!]

it was Friday evening and you were sitting on the couch painting your nails. you were out of your mind excited to see rogers band and him preform.

you put on your favorite pair of jeans and top and straighten your hair. "I'm leaving now!" you shouted to your mum as you left the front door with excitement. you practically ran to the pub, and as straight as you walked in you saw a small crowed of people filling the room.

you made your way to the middle of the crowed for a better view. you saw 4 boys up there. a tall lanky guy with a guitar, a guy with a bass, and a guy messing around with his microphone stand, then you saw roger he was testing out his drums.

"well, hello everyone, this is queen, ENJOY!" the lanky guy shouted through his microphone. it followed by a loud cheer and clapping with the guy with the microphone singing keep yourself alive.

you had the time of you life, the band was amazing especially the singer, man was he good. during the concert you tried to wave to roger but he didn't see you, you didn't mind though.

"well that's all for today, hope your enjoyed!" roger said to the crowed. you didn't think that roger saw you or remembered you so you went over to the bar for a drink.

"umm" you said tapping the bar table "just a beer, thanks"

"didn't think you would show up" roger said coming behind you.

"oh well when you said you were in a rock band I had to come" you chuckled.

you went to sit down and he came over to you and sat down across form you. "so did you enjoy it?" he questioned.

"no, it was awful" you said sarcastically, "just kidding, it was really amazing, the singer is so good"

"that's Freddie, and i know he- his voice in insane"

"you were good too" you told him.

he smiled and look down.

"hey, me and my band are gonna go out just for a walk around, would you like to join?" he said pointing to the other guys.

"are you sure they would want me with you guys, I'm not just gonna follow you like some puppy" you said making sure you weren't going to ruin there fun.

he assured you that they were friendly and that they wouldn't mind. you agreed and walked over. roger introduced you to everyone.

"so, how long have you guys been dating" Brian said.

I nearly tripped over and spit my beer out when he said that. roger got all embarrassed and blushed.

"well- were not- um" roger stuttered.

"oh. oh sorry, I thought you guys- doesn't matter" Brian said. you could see a secret smile spread on Freddie's and johns face because of the awkward situation.

you guys walked around and were trying to find what shops were open, they were some of the most fun people to hang around. you guys laughed and talked, ran around, just honestly acted like 10 year old's.

Freddie, Brian and john all went into this store of antique's and you and roger went across the road for a smoke. "you smoke?" he asked.

"I do, but I shouldn't" you responded.

he seemed like he wanted to say something but wasn't saying it.

"um, so- I was wondering would you ever like to hang out again- but- just alone" he said putting out his cigarette.

you kept your head down and a big smile formed on your face, he put his head down while you guys were sitting down trying go see your face.

"like a date?" you softly said.

"I mean- only if you want it to be" he said quickly.

"well, if it is a date-" you said lifting your head "then I would be happy to hang out again- just me and you"

you looked into his eyes and saw his contagious smile grow wide, he leaned in to kiss you when you were interrupted.

"HEY, GET A ROOM" you heard Freddie shout. john thought it was the funniest thing holding his stomach. "told you they were dating" Brian whispered to Freddie and john while they walked over.

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[foxssie]

Treat please? march 2020

[bellatrixscurls]

my mind is a minefield for that ginger 😵‍💫

riding ron on the couch at the burrow with a blanket covering you guys while you watch a movie with his brothers…

borrow at the burrow // r.w

“Shh, keep quiet, puppy” Ron scolded softly, his large hands moving down to your ass, gripping it and wordlessly demanding for you to pick up your pace.

You were a whiny mess on top of him. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, trying but failing to keep your moans in, not wanting to let his brothers hear you. After all, they were Fred and George. You just knew they’d give you hell.

“C-Can’t, Ronnie” you shook your head, shaking violently as your hands went to grip his biceps, tears dripping down your face. “Gotta s-stop. They’re gonna hear and— and—” but your breath got stuck in your throat when Ron’s hands held you in place, his own hips starting to thrust up into you, and it was anything but gentle.

Ron smirked, “And, and, and” he mocked you, mirroring your pout as you placed your forehead against his for support. “Y’just so pathetic, pup. Cannot even speak properly, can you?”

You opened your mouth, ready to protest, but nothing came out of it, nothing but violent gasps for air.

Barely even managing to keep himself from cumming, Ron’s grin grew wider, his hands squeezing your ass “Yeah, I figured... ‘M fucking you so good, you cannot even breathe properly... ‘S my dumb little baby.”

You groaned against his lips, eyebrows furrowing as he laughed devilishly, his eyebrows shooting up every single time he’d deliver a particularly hard thrust.

“Y/n, do you think he’s gonna kill them?” teased Fred as George gave you a wicked smirk, shrugging. He was obviously referring to the movie you were supposed to be watching, but weren’t because a particular someone wanted to just cuddle for a bit.

When you didn’t answer, Ron glared at you, a smirk still playing at his lips as his thumb found your clit, massaging it slowly for a moment, before he picked up the pace. “Answer Freddie, dove. Come on, don’t be a brat.”

You shook with the urgency of your upcoming orgasm, your best friend’s thumb causing your thighs to shudder.

“Tha’s not nice, Freddie” you whined, breathing hardly as you turned to face said boy, your chin trembling as more tears dripped from your waterline. “Y-You’re both so mean to m-me” you cried against Ron’s mouth, rocking on his lap.

Ron and George’s faces instantly softened, but Fred seemed to only grin wider. His hand just flew up to your head, petting it sympathetically as George moved the hair out of your face. “Awh, ‘m sorry, bubba. Didn’t know Ron had such a crybaby beside him. Said you were a good puppy.”

You could feel that the coil was about to snap, hence you couldn’t do much but frown at Fred. “The best puppy they are” defended Ron, giving you a soft peck as his hands cupped your face, causing you to melt into his touch. “Y’can come now, dovey. Show Freddie how good you are f’me, okay?”

Nodding furiously, you came with a cry at the same time as Ron stilled inside of you, spilling his seed onto your velvety walls. The mere feeling had your eyes rolling back into your skull, your whole body twitching on top of him.

After a couple of minutes of pure silence, where you worked on catching your breath, you heard Fred’s amazed voice coming from beside you. “That— That was so fucking hot!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking at you with pure admiration in his eyes, his twin doing all the same.

“Told you they’re good. Always so good” Ron praised breathily, his hands still unsteady from his mind blowing orgasm, but he still managed to seal his lips with yours in a sweet, loving kiss.

***

“When can I have them?” asked Fred, his tone as serious as it could get.

Ron frowned, his eyes wide as he massaged your scalp with your berries shampoo. “Hmm, how about—” he pretended to think for a bit, “never!”

Fred’s shoulders dropped as you giggled, making Ron’s face soften as he laughed along with you. “But they’re not yours!”

“Fred, I’m done with this conversation.”

“But you gotta borrow at the Burrow! You can’t just ignore the rules!”

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so uhhh i kinda hate this im so sorry nani :(</3 but i love ron so like... i just had to write something w him <!>3[|}\°~`!!

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

[witch-and-a-half]

pretty

i’d originally wanted to do this idea with Cedric, but i’m honestly so glad i tried it with Fred instead. and it was fun to come up with a makeup look for Fred :)

notes: reader x fred, fluff, kissing!, probably a gryffindor but not really important, unrequited love <3

words: 1.5k

- - -

The Gryffindor Common Room was surprisingly empty for a Friday afternoon. [y/n] sat on one of the couches flipping through a Muggle magazine her mother had sent her that morning. She barely looked up from the page when she heard someone come in.

“Hi Freddie.” she said cheerfully, eyes still on the glossy photos of celebrity makeup looks.

Fred didn’t respond, but instead dropped himself onto the ground a few feet in front of [y/n]’s couch. He let out a dramatic sigh and laid flat on the rug with his gangly limbs sprawled out around him.

[y/n] grinned and dropped her magazine onto her lap, “What’s the matter?”

“I was supposed to hang out with Lee and George tonight… but they’ve both got dates.” Fred stuck his tongue out in disgust.

[y/n] raised her eyebrow. “Oooh, with who?”

Fred looked at her, feigning shock, “I can’t believe you’re more interested in a bit of silly gossip than my feelings. My evening plans are ruined, so now you have to hang out with me.”

Now it was [y/n]’s turn to pretend to be hurt. “Oh, I see. I’m the backup friend.”

Fred groaned again and moved to join [y/n] on the couch. “You know that’s not what I meant.” His arms draped lazily across the back of the couch so his forearm rested behind [y/n]’s head.

“Let’s do something fun.” Fred shifted his arm to nudge [y/n]’s head rather aggressively.

“I know!” [y/n] said as a mischievous grin spread across her face. Fred’s eyes narrowed. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that look in her eye, it was the same look she would get when he and George convinced her to help out with their latest prank. But he’d never had that look directed at him.

“I can do your makeup!”

Fred let out yet another defeated groan and leaned his head back, “[y/n]... I don’t think-”

“Pretty please?”

He looked over at her for a moment. Her lower lip pouted out and her brows pulled inwards. Fred couldn’t help but smile at her exaggerated puppy dog eyes. How could he say no to her now?

“Please?” she said again, softer, “I promise I won’t go overboard and no one will know.”

Fred sighed in resignation. “Okay, fine. Pinky promise you won’t tell?”

[y/n] wrapped her little finger around Fred’s outstretched pinky and gave it a little shake. Her face broke into a giddy grin. Her hands clasped together and she stood up, bouncing a bit on her toes as she did so. “I’ll be right back!”

“You’re gonna look so pretty!” [y/n] chirped as she bounded up the stairs to get her makeup kit. Fred slumped back into the couch with his palm on his forehead. His face grew warm as he thought of how excited [y/n] looked and how secretly excited he was to spend the evening with her.

~ ~ ~

“Hold still!” [y/n] reprimanded.

She had finished brushing his eyebrows out and putting a smidge of concealer under his eyes and along his nose-bridge. Now she was sweeping a bit of forest green eyeshadow along his lash-line.

Fred’s eyelids fluttered a bit each time she brought the brush to his skin. “Please don’t do too much…” he murmured carefully so his face stayed as still as possible. [y/n] giggled as she finished putting the shadow on his second eye. “It’s just the tiniest bit of green to bring out your red hair. You can open your eyes now.”

[y/n] stayed close to his face, admiring her work so far. Fred watched her eyes examine his face, and struggled to suppress a small smile. His heart soared seeing how focused she was.

“Okay, this part is important. Close your eyes again.” [y/n] grabbed her eyeliner pen and turned back to Fred’s face. She hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the right angle.

Fred opened one eye to see why she hadn’t started poking at him again. “What is it?”

“I’ve just never done eyeliner on another person.” she said, “I’m used to doing it straight on but it’s hard to do from the side of your chair.”

As [y/n] leaned across his knees to see how the pen angled from each side, Fred lightly grabbed her hips and guided her onto his lap. It wasn’t a forceful gesture, but his boldness surprised both of them. [y/n] felt her heartbeat quicken as she leaned towards his face with the eyeliner pen. His eyes closed and he asked, “Is that better?” She hummed an “Mhm” in response and silently prayed he couldn’t hear the tremble in her voice.

She drew a thin line along his long lashes, and then added the daintiest little wing to the outer corners. [y/n] pulled back and Fred’s eyes opened slowly. One of his hands rested gently on [y/n]’s knee, ensuring her thighs stayed perpendicular atop his own.

“I think that’s the best eyeliner I’ve ever done.” she said through a soft laugh. The surprise in her voice was genuine. [y/n] was impressed she’d managed to make any sort of straight line with Fred’s touch distracting her.

His hand fell from [y/n]’s knee as she stood to grab a rosy lipstick. When she came back to Fred, she found herself straddling him. She didn’t think to do it… it just happened. Her knees rested on either side of his thighs on the chair. [y/n]’s hips stayed close to his knees, so their torsos were far apart, but she was straddling him nonetheless. Fred’s hand came to her outer thigh to steady her as she leaned in to put on the lipstick. Her forefinger curved beneath his chin, holding his face steady as she dragged the lipstick along the inner part of his lips. Then, she dabbed her finger cautiously on his lip so the color was darkest on his inner lip and lighter on the outer edge.

[y/n] put the lipstick down to admire her work, cradling Fred’s face to see from different angles. Both of them were hyper-aware of how close they were, how [y/n]’s touches lingered on Fred’s jaw, and the way his hand remained firmly just below her hip.

“You look very pretty.” [y/n] breathed nervously.

Fred’s lips pulled into a smile and he murmured, “You look very pretty, too.”

Now both of his hands were on her hips and pulling her closer to him. [y/n] wrapped her arms around his neck and their mouths collided. Their lips moved together slowly and cautiously at first. But as they both relaxed and let the moment sink in, their movements became hungrier.

Fred had longed for the feeling of [y/n]’s lips on his for almost a year now, ever since she eavesdropped on one of Fred and George’s schemes and suggested they add glitter to an explosion for added effect.

[y/n] parted her lips slightly, allowing Fred’s tongue to playfully enter her mouth. She recalled the way she often caught him looking at her with an undeniable glint in his eyes. Sometimes it was in the castle corridor or midconversation. At first she didn’t understand it, but then the Hufflepuff beside her in class noticed it too and whispered, “Wow. Do you know what I would give to have a cute boy look at me like that?”

They pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. Fred’s hands slowly moved along the curves of her body and she dragged her fingers along his scalp. For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes and basked in the exhilaration of it all. Then, [y/n] heard the door to the Common Room open and quickly moved to the chair beside Fred’s. He gave her one last cheeky grin before their time alone ended.

“Oi! What have you lot-” George greeted before stopping in his tracks and doubling over with laughter. “What did you let her do?” Lee exclaimed from beside him.

Fred turned crimson. [y/n] handed him a makeup wipe, but he turned it down. “I’ve been told I look quite pretty.” He folded his arms across his chest defiantly before standing to look at himself in the mirror above the fireplace.

“What do you think?” [y/n] asked as Fred came back to his seat.

Fred nodded, “I quite like it. You’ve done a good job.”

George scrunched up his nose a bit, thinking about how he would look the same as his twin with makeup, “Reckon it’s not an everyday look though?”

Both Fred and [y/n] chuckled before Lee spoke.

“Gee George, I don’t know if I could ever fancy a girl so much that I would let her put eyeliner on me.”

[y/n] turned to Fred, pretending to be shocked, “You fancy me?”

He just rolled his eyes in response.

”Hey [y/n],” George called as he followed Lee up the stairs to their room, “you’ve got some of Freddie’s lipstick on your face.”

[potter-imagines]

Getting Drunk With Fred Weasley

Prompt: getting drunk w/ your boyfriend Fred would include + mini blurbs

Warning: drinking, swearing, and some suggestive wording

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: n/a

Parties are not an uncommon event in the Gryffindor common room

Alcohol and drink mixtures of all sorts are being poured left and right every weekend

Most weekend you have a drink or two while catching up with your friends after a busy week of school

Other weekends you choose the path of getting plastered alongside your boyfriend off smuggled liquor and bottle of beer

On these night in particular, 

Fred does not let you out of his sight

At all

Unless of course Lee challenges him to a beer pong match then he’ll carefully usher you over the couch where he can keep an eye on you while he’s playing

Has to pause the match like 20 times to chase after you and lead you over to his side “Y/n! You know you can’t out drink Seamus- he’s Irish! C’mon, come watch me kick George and Lee’s ass. They’re so bad it takes two of them to even manage a winning shot yet somehow they still suck!”

Loves it when you cheer him on

Is constantly glancing over to reassure himself you haven’t run off again

Your distraction is heightened in this state

So he feels the need to be your second set of eyes

Which had come in handy many a times

Like when Ron dared you to touch the burning fire while he was wasted on dragon barrel brandy

“Don’t be a pussy, Y/n. Swipe your hand real fast and you won’t even feel a thing-” “Y/n, pull your hand away from that fire, love. Ron, what the fuck? Are you trying to set my girlfriend up in flames? Angel, Ron is an idiot, you know that, don’t do anything he says again.” “Hey!”

And the time when you all were playing strip poker and Fred quite literally threw himself on top of your body to cover your chest when George teased you to take your bra off and your hands reached back for the clasps

(( he bitched at George for five minutes straight for that suggestion ))

Fred knew you were not one to back down from a challenge, especially when drunk and not considering the consequences or regret that would follow

So he always made sure you never embarrassed yourself too much or did anything you’d be wanting to take back come morning

During any Gryffindor party, Fred is the life of it

When he’s not preoccupied fawning over you, he’s hopping around with George seeking out trouble

The man throws back liquor like its water

Claims he knows his limits, but he really doesn’t

He is a touchy drunk

Hands brushing through your hair as you chat on the couch

Arms wrapped around your shoulder as you laugh along with your friends

Fingers laced in yours whenever you’re near

He craves your touch even more so when the liquor taints his veins

Let’s be real, Fred is not exactly the type of boyfriend to try to get you to stop drinking

He still makes sure you’re safe and not over drinking but,

Most of the times,

He’s the one pouring the shots for you

And mixing the drinks

But he always knows when to stop, and when you’ve had enough to drink

He tries to mentally keep note of how many drinks you've had but loses track once he reaches about five on his own end

Sometimes he’ll silently swap out your glass of whiskey for a glass of pumpkin juice

It’s obvious to Fred that he made the right choice when he watched as you sipped gleefully on the juice, not making a single comment on the dramatic change in taste

In these moments he begins to prepare himself for a night of babysitting you

And he’s so sweet in helping you on the nights when you go an inch- or ten- overboard

Carries you up to your bed and helps you change out of your clothes and into new ones for bed

He gets you wipes to take of your makeup, if you’re wearing any, and he’ll sit you between his legs on your bed while he brushes through your hair

After you’re properly ready for bed, Fred makes sure to set a glass of water on your nightstand incase you get thirsty and a bag of crackers if you get hungry

Stays the night without question when you ask

Other times he stays regardless of if you do or don’t

Your roommates don’t mind seeing as he takes care of you meaning they don’t have to

He’ll lay on his back and usher you over to place you head on his chest

His fingertips will soothingly trail up and down you back, lulling you into a deep sleep with the rhythmic motion

Tries his best to make sure you fall asleep first

Drunk Fred really has no control over his sleep habits and has a tendency to pass out from sudden exhaustion at any moment

One second him and George are fucking around with partygoers, supply them with different products of theirs, and causing pure chaos

The next second Fred was snoozing away while he laid on the couch with his head in your lap

Then he was back up an going again

Like a toddler on a sugar high

He’s such a giggly drunk

Kisses to the tip of your nose

Always smiling over at you and complimenting you  

“Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?” “Only ten times, but I’m okay with elven.” “Let’s make it twelve, you looks absolutely stunning- so pretty, and all mine.”

The boy can’t help it, you make him feel weightless with happiness sober and the feeling only intensifies when he’s been drinking

There are nights when Fred can’t seem to taste the scorching burn of the liquor anymore after about six shots and it these nights where George and yourself are left dragging him up the stairs

George will beg you to stay the night because he can’t handle Fred’s drunken rambling about how much he misses you

And you agree because, how could you say no to Fred’s adorable puppy dog eyes and grabby hands longing for you to cuddle with him

If you two are both drunk, you’ll stay up talking- or rather whispering- under his comforter

He’ll stumble over his words and jumps from topic to topic in the blink of an eye

Uncontrollable giggles as he whispers- or rather stutters- out the most confusing jokes you’ve ever heard

Like

“Angel, angel…” “Yes, Freddie?” “What happens when a toad’s car breaks down?” “I dunno…” “It gets froged!” “I’m sorry, come again? Isn’t it meant to be the frog’s car that breaks down and it gets ‘toad’...not ‘froged’?”

But he’s out like a light before you can get an explanation

He breathes like darth vader when he’s in his drunken slumber

Yet its somehow comforting in an odd way

Like it reminds you that he’s there holding you

And also that he’s still alive, which is surprising at times with the amount of drinks he consumes in one night

If you think Fred acts reckless sober, he thinks he’s invincible when he’s drunk which is even worse

He’ll agree to almost anything

If Ron were to tell him he bet Fred wouldn’t jump from the Astrology Tower all the way down to the courtyard? Fred would do it just in spite of him

The only time this attitude of his had gotten him into trouble was when Fred, George and Lee came up with the grand idea to go down the boy’s dormitory staircase on mattresses

Fred, being the brilliant man he is, decided to go first

You had been gossiping away in the common room to Hermione about a new Muggle actor the two of you had seen in a film when you heard the loud crashing, followed by the voice you loved so much groaning in agony

By the time you reached the opening to the stairwell, George and Lee were aiding Fred down the stone steps, carefully avoiding his ankle which had been twisted in an inhuman position

Madam Pomfrey surprisingly kept hum about Fred’s intoxication and instead scolded him for hours on end about his reckless, mindless choice to try to slide down, winding, steep, stone steps

Once news reached the professors the nest morning, McGoagall dismissed 40 points from Gryffindor for the incident

Using your mattress to surf down the twirling stairwell has since been prohibited

On a separate occasion Fred had accident lit the edge of the curtain on fire

You can always tell when he’s reached that level by the volume in his tone

It tends to get deeper the more intoxicated he becomes

And his words slowly slur together into a string of blabber

Mostly compliments, sweet words, and sometimes suggestive ones as well

Fred gets a bit more… forward when he’s got that liquid courage soaring through him

His hands will start to roam slowly from around your waist to your lower back, then resting on your bum

He gets turned on watching you play beer pong for some reason

Especially when you win

Maybe it’s the view he’s graced with when you bend to bounce the pin pong ball

Or the feistiness that arises when the match gets hot

It’s more than enticing for him

Fred can feel his frame get stiffer everytime you bend across the table to retrieve the cup and chug the beer from it

When the round has ceased and you’re declared champion yet again, Fred steps forward to pull you in for a hug

As he gives you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers, 

“Good girl! Now if you beat George again I’ll give you a special surprise later tonight, angel.”

Which makes your knees weak like jell-o as your frame pushes into his for support

It doesn’t help that you can feel just how excited he is through the denim of his jeans

Fred dips his head to plant a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the skin of your warm neck until George was groaning and pleading for you to start the match

You practically shook for the entirety of the game, still managing to sink almost every shot into a cup forcing George to drink for the majority of it

He ended up tapping out once you nailed the seventh cup in a row and kept your winning streak alive due to his need to find a trash can immediately

You stopped there to join Fred by his side as he smiled to you, clearly pleased that you won

“Looks like someone is getting rewarded tonight.”

His arm draped around your shoulder as you leaned into his side, your cheeks flaring from the mass of bodies but mostly from Fred’s suggestive promise

He only forced you to suffer through the party for another ten minutes or so before pouring one last shot for the both of you, then nearly pushing you up the winding stairs to his dorm

Lets just say he certainly fulfilled on his promise- more than once that night

Loves it when you sit in his lap when you’re on the couch together

Whispers dirty secrets into your ear

Drunk Fred leaves hickies under the clothes

He’s not the type to care who’s around, he’ll try to slide his hand up your skirt in front of nearly anyone when he’s inebriated

“Fred- you’re brother is sitting right there, stop it!” “Shhhh, angel. He’s not even watching, right George?” “Right, Fred.” “See?”

To which you glare dangerous at him as you place his hand back in his lap, but Fred continues to smirk in amusement

It’s like you’re a preschool teacher constantly having to tell a child to keep their hands to themselves, Fred just refuses to listen

Fred doesn’t necessarily get jealous of other guys

He trusts you and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to feel threatened by other guys

However he is possessive af over you when he’s been drinking

In a sweet way tho

Literally wants all your time and attention when he’s drunk

If you don’t feel like dancing, he’ll ask you to come watch him dance

When you say you need to use the bathroom, he’ll ask a million times if you want him to come with

If George places a bet against Fred in a game of cards, Fred will drag you over to sit next to him as Seamus shuffles the deck and prepares the table

He’ll show you his cards and tell you to pick one

Even though he knows you’re completely unaware of the rules to the game, he loves the smile of excitement that appears on your face when he lets you

And in the rare times that you do say no, he works his magic with those big doe eyes and pouty lip until you say yes

It brings him comfort when you’re by his side

Your nights end the same each day, wrapped in his arms listening to the relaxing thump of his heart as the two of you doze off, both silently dreading the awaiting hangover than would surely greet you first thing in the morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way

[forzalando]

Flustered | Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x F!Reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, tickling, making out Summary: Your flirty friendship with Fred Weasley comes to a resolution after an argument surrounding the Yule Ball that took place all those years ago. 

A/N: hi friends! this is a Fred Weasley fic based on a tik tok i saw last night (all credit for the bolded line goes to the creator of the tik tok). also thank you to @gcdric for discussing this with me very late last night, i hope it turned out well omg i’m NERVOUS. anyway! off we go. please let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist! i’m updating it since i was on hiatus for awhile! love you guys!

As you sat on the couch of the Burrow, your eyes fixated on the many pictures in the Weasley’s living room, your mind began to drift off with thoughts of the freckled, red-headed boy sat in front of you giggling with his siblings.

There was something extraordinarily special about your friendship with Fred Weasley. After ten plus years of him being the most important person in your life, ever since your first day at Hogwarts when he tripped over your robes as you and your fellow first years hurried into the Sorting Ceremony, you couldn’t imagine life without him.

You had been through so much together; every Hogwarts experience there was to be had, first kisses, first heartbreaks, the Second Great Wizarding War, he was by your side through everything.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N? You look to be thinking entirely too hard for my liking,” Fred sassed, breaking you out of your trance.

“Too hard for your liking?” you retaliated. “What do you care what I’m thinking about?”

“It’s supposed to be a relaxing weekend! You’re much too deep in thought to be relaxing, so of course I care.”

“Well, if you must know, I was thinking about you, Freddie.”

“Carry on then, love. I’ve always wished for your thoughts to be consumed by me.”

With a cheeky wink, Fred went back to a game of exploding snap and you didn’t need to watch to know that Ginny was absolutely kicking his arse. However, you didn’t miss the sly smile that George gave you when Fred’s attention was diverted from you.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to flirt with one another. In fact, you would dare to say it was the most predominant form of communication between the two of you. There was the occasional time or two where you thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same, but he’d always look away quickly or press a kiss to your cheeks instead of your lips, laughing it off as the two of you caught up in a moment that would cross a line that could never be crossed, though you so desperately wanted to.

After another round of exploding snap, Ginny said her goodbyes and apparated back to her flat, but not before promising that she wouldn’t miss anymore family dinners for quidditch practice, which you knew would happen inevitably but smiled nonetheless at her enthusiasm. You’d been a regular appearance at the weekly get-together for as long as you could remember, you were practically part of the family so you could say with appropriate accuracy that Ginny definitely missed dinner more than all of her siblings combined due to her busy schedule.

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head back as well,” George mused, eyeing the leftover pies in the kitchen. “Are you staying at ours tonight, Y/N?”

“I’d love nothing more. Besides, I didn’t get to play Fred in exploding snap and I want to knock his ego down just a little bit more.”

George linked arms with you and Fred, laughing about his brother’s awful skills as you apparated to their flat above the shop.

You’d spent many a nights at the twins’ flat over the past couple of years. After the war, you had moved in for a while until you found a job and managed to rent your own place. But, they never got rid of your bed that took up a large corner of their living room, which came in handy after weekly Weasley dinners when you just wanted to spend a bit more time with your favorite boys.

“I’m absolutely knackered,” George said once the three of you had settled on the couch. “I think I might go to bed now, if I’m honest. Besides, I want to be up early to work on those new design sketches for the storefront.”

“George Weasley, you have never gotten up before 10 o’clock on a Sunday in your entire life,” you scoffed.

“There’s a first for everything, Y/N. Goodnight to you and Freddie!”

As George turned away from you both, he faked a yawn and when he was sure Fred wasn’t looking, winked back at you to further confirm your suspicion that he wanted you to be alone with Fred.

He had just about had enough of the tension between you both and took every chance he got to get the two of you alone, by any means necessary.

When you heard George’s bedroom door close, you noticed Fred scoot closer to you on the couch until your legs were touching. He slung his arm over your shoulders and you swung your legs up to lay across his lap.

“What were you thinking about earlier? While Gin and I were playing by the fireplace?” Fred wondered aloud.

“Oh, I was looking at all the pictures on the walls at your Mum and Dad’s. I saw one from you and George’s first day at Hogwarts and I was thinking about how we first met.”

“Hmm, so you were thinking about one of the most embarrassing moments in my life?”

“Please, you’ve done much, much worse. Remember that time in our sixth year when you tried to outdrink George after we won the Slytherin match and you – ”

“Ah, ah, ah, I thought we agreed to never speak of that incident again,” Fred said as he visibly shuddered.

“I was just pointing out that I can think of quite a few moments that were far more embarrassing than tripping on my robes.”

“You’re one to talk! Don’t you remember our fifth year when you and George were running from Filch and you knocked Wood to the ground? Bloody broke his arm, you were so lucky Madame Pomfrey had him fixed up before our next match or he would’ve had a heart attack.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips as you covered your face in embarrassment; that was the year you had followed Oliver around like a lost puppy, although your schoolgirl crush paled in comparison to how you’d felt for Fred back then and now as well but neither twin would ever let you live it down.

“Do you remember the Yule Ball? When Flitwick caught you trying to spike the punch and you slipped and fell in the middle of the dance floor?” You chuckled at the memory, even if the Yule Ball was an event you had tried to forget.

“You were so mad at me that night and the whole week before, I was terribly distracted. If we had been on good terms I would’ve gotten away with it and the slipping never would have happened.”

“Well, it’s your own fault we were fighting! I still can’t believe you didn’t ask me to go with you.”

“Oi, it’s not my fault when you never said you wanted me to ask you.”

“I thought I had made it painfully obvious when I asked you every morning at breakfast if you’d found a date yet and told you that I didn’t have one either.”

Fred threw his head back and laughed, the thought of your shocked face when he had asked Angelina was too priceless a memory to ever forget.

“You were so jealous,” Fred mumbled.

“Jealous?!” you screeched. “I wasn’t jealous, I was annoyed that I had to spend all night with some Durmstrang tosser stepping on my toes. We’ve had this argument literally a million times.”

“No, you were definitely jealous. You shot poor Angie daggers the whole night and she’s such a lovely girl.”

“I shot her daggers because she hogged you and I didn’t get to dance with my best friend a single time at the only Ball we ever had at school.”

“I would’ve asked you to dance if you weren’t mad at me, and you know she was only dancing with me to make George jealous, even if he was oblivious.”

You smiled at that; you knew Angelina only had eyes for George and that going with Fred was some elaborate ruse. Shockingly, it ended up working, and he and Angelina have been together ever since.

“Still think you were jealous,” Fred challenged, poking you in the exact spot on your abdomen that he knew you were ticklish.

“Fred Weasley, for the last time, I was not jealous,” you emphasized as you poked him back.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, love,” he said lowly, a daring glint in his eye.

Never one to heed warnings or follow directions, you poked him again and within seconds he had you pinned underneath him on the couch, his fingers trailing up and down your sides as you couldn’t help but laugh boisterously beneath him.

“Fred – ” you gasped. “Freddie, please, I actually think I might pee on your couch.”

“Not until you admit you were jealous that I asked Angelina!”

You shook your head, the combination of laughter and trying to catch your breath kept you from firing back a witty remark.

After a few moments, you simply couldn’t take anymore and shouted out, “FINE. Fine, you win.”

“What was that, lovey? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I said, fine, I admit it. I was jealous that you asked Angelina when I wanted you to ask me,” you grumbled, struggling to catch your breath in between words.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You glared up at him and moved to push him off of you when you realized just how close his face was to yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could count each individual freckle splattered across his nose and cheeks. Almost instinctually, your eyes flickered down to his lips, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of staring, so you quickly looked away.

Fred noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and, in true Fred Weasley fashion, couldn’t resist a flirty joke.

“You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you?” Fred chuckled.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “yeah, I do.”

Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his and immediately wove your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. You were so tired; tired of the constant flirting and feeling as if you would forever have to love him from afar while he lived his life blissfully unaware of how much it hurt you to hide how you felt.

His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him; the raw emotion in the way he desperately kissed you left little doubt in your mind that he had wanted this for as long as you had. His hands slipped under your shirt and his fingers blazed a trail of fire up your spine; a breathy moan escaped your lips but Fred swallowed the sound with his mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer.

A scream from behind the couch caused you to jump apart, chests heaving and hair sticking up every possible way. You sat up to look over the back of the couch to see George Weasley, looking visibly shaken and guilty, with his hands covering his eyes.

“Oh my god, I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you’re about to shag on my bloody couch. Jesus, ok, let me just, uh, well, I’ve probably ruined the mood, haven’t I?”

“George,” you hissed. “What are you doing sneaking around, I thought you were going to bed?!”

“Yeah, I said I was,” he said sheepishly as he uncovered his eyes, “but I might have been eavesdropping on your conversation. When I heard it go all quiet, I thought I’d come out and see if you two fools had fallen asleep, but clearly, that was not the case.”

“Eavesdropping? I swear to Merlin, George, you’re a ten year old boy. I can’t believe you! Of all the immature and invasive things to do, my God.”

“Well, pardon me, I just wanted to see if my idiot brother would finally grow some balls and tell you he’s in love with you!”

“I’m not sure what you’re on about but that doesn’t mean you can just sneak up on people,” you chided.  “Fred, would you please back me up here, what is wrong with you – ”

You turned around to pull Fred into the argument only to find him sitting on top of the coffee table with a dazed look in his eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Fred, are you alright?” you asked worriedly.

He slowly lifted his head and looked into your eyes; you could see just how flushed his face was now that he wasn’t staring at the floor and good Godric, he was as red as the hair on his head.

“I…I…You,” he stammered. “You kissed me?”

“Yes, I suppose that is what happened,” you muttered sheepishly.

“Y/N Y/L/N…you…you kissed me?”

“Freddie, what the hell is the matter with you?”

George burst into laughter and you whirled back around to glare at him, however, this time, he didn’t hush up like he usually did.

“Like I said before, he’s in love with you, and now he can’t even form a coherent sentence because you kissed him, this is golden. Ol’ cock sure Freddie, a pile of mush because of a little makeout sesh, I’ve got to send an owl to Lee…” George trailed off as he turned and rushed back towards his bedroom.

You took another look at Freddie and smiled at the lovestruck look on his face. He was shaking his head in his hands and you saw the redness on his neck as well, which only happened when he was well and truly flustered.

“This is so humiliating,” he groaned as you sat down next to him.

“I think it’s rather cute, if that makes you feel any better,” you said as you chuckled and placed a hand on his thigh.

He removed his head from his hands and looked at you adoringly, the giddy smile on his face ignited butterflies in your stomach and your heart beat wildly in your chest.  

“All the times I imagined how this would pan out…it definitely wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I mean, not that I’m mad about it, it was incredibly sexy how you just grabbed me and kissed me, but I wasn’t supposed to be a bumbling fool afterwards.”

A moment of silence washed over the both of you as Fred intertwined your hands and steadily held your gaze.

“George was right, you know. I am in love with you. Have been for quite a long time, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I guess I should say that I’m in love with you too.”

“Bloody brilliant,” he sighed as he leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him just before your lips touched.

“You’re not going to pass out or anything if we kiss again, are you?”

“No promises, love, but I’ll try my best.”

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains And: Period Sex

oh that is the perfect gif I totally forgot all about it but oh boy. thanks billy for your service to this blog.

Warnings: Obviously, menstruation, blood, and smut. I’m dealing with a particularly uncomfortable period (for me at least) and just want some e m p a t h y about it.

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Who LOVES it:

Freddy Krueger: ABSO-MOTHER FUCKING-LUTELY. It’s a struggle to keep his hands off you (on a normal day) during your period. He can smell it.

Kieran Wilcox: yes please mommy, he’s waiting.

Luda Mae Hewitt: This is her secret kink.

Michael Myers: B l o o d  p l a y? Any kind of bloodplay, Michael is into it. If you weren’t already bleeding, he would probably make you bleed, with his (Actual) knife.

Mickey Altieri: Bring it. Jesus christ, Mickey thinks its so hot. Getting his cock or his fingers coated in your slick and your blood (Seeing the string consistency between his fingers), seeing you in a total mess from your period and being fucked to oblivion? Oh yes.

Midnight Man: He just likes it. I dunno. I don’t have a logical reason, extension or explanation of my vibes here but I am getting them from him.

Patrick Bateman: Oh my god it is his favourite kind of sex. Yes yes yes. Please please please. He marks your cycle in his calendar, with special notes about flow and mood. Soon enough he’s figured out your whole period every week and knows exactly when the iron is hot enough to strike. Any w h e r e, any t i m e .

Both Pennywise’: Ooooh, watch their eyes glow and their hair get more luscious when you tell them. Their teeth get sharper and the whites of their eyes get whiter- they’re horny as fuck now. Be a good sport and give them a lil taste, won’t you? A smell at least? That, or have them trailing you like lost puppies for the rest of the week, and curling up to/around you as tightly as possible when you’re sleeping.

The Clown / Jeffrey Hawk / Kenneth Chase: Where else could he possibly go on this post, honestly.

The Man (Hush): Yep.  He’s favourite time of month.

Who is like ‘a b s o l u t e l y  n o t’:

Jerry Dandridge: Do I really need to comment? I mean, he can control himself being around you on your period, but you cannot let that blood smell hit the open air. Your controlled, classy vampire bf will disappear in an instant and will be replaced with… well, Evil.

Yeah no thanks:

Debbie Loomis: She’s not vehemently against it, but still… nah? Thanks for the offer tho. And it won’t happen when she’s on her period either, c e r t a I n l y not. Don’t even touch her when she’s on her period, jesus christ.

Jennifer Check: Yeah she just got a new manicure. Over her dead body will you stain her new French tips with your coochie blood. And if she puts her mouth down there, it might excited t o o much if you get what I mean and you will become a real snack.  

Is indifferent towards it:

Bo Sinclair: You’re sure into him durin’ this time o’ month, aren’t you? Eh… whatever. Hop on. He’s happy to help his partner, especially if its in such a gratifying way! I mean he won’t buy you any fucking pads but he will do this and there’s Bo as a boyfriend for you.

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: I mean sure? Blood doesn’t scare him and it is, in fact, a turn on for him of course so sure. Plus, you’re less likely to get pregnant at this time, which is great! Doesn’t see what the big deal is, here. (Although, weirdly, I see past Chucky from Curse to be very much in the next category)

Inkubus: It’s not even a big d e a l, man, its cool. He likes all kinds of sex. Go wild.

Jason Voorhees: Jason is basically ace in the way he conducts himself on a general basis but if it tuned out that he was interested in sex and/or was willing to do it with you, then some blood leaking out of your private parts because of some natural causes is not going to change his mind. Is this not normal??

Jedidiah Sawyer: ???Alright??? He wears a mask made of skin, your natural bodily functions are not going to scare him away. Besides, the knowledge that it could lessen menstrual pain for you is a nice bonus. He’s gotta take care of his family.

Roman Bridger: It’s really not a big deal to him. We’ll just put down a darker sheet, or some plastic. You both need this sometimes (Him for emotional support when he’s stressed, and you of course cuz you’re on your damn period) and a bit of blood is certainly not a deal breaker. Besides, he finds the easy thrusting to be nice and comfortable. Preferred sometimes, actually. Just some nice, lazy, relieving sex with your director boyfriend.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: A little bit a’ blood aint gonna turn me off, sugar. Don’t you worry bout that.

The Djinn: See Inkubus. Except, our dear Wishmaster is so much more of a tease about this.

Is enthusiastic when they learn that orgasms lessen period pain:

Bubba Sawyer: He doesn’t care about exposure to blood, obviously, and he doesn’t see it as gross at all but he was still concerned about whether that was safe during your… monthly thing… but once he found out that it could help you with cramps he got on board immediately! ^^

Lester Sinclair: Oh boy, well okay then, let’s give this a go then!!

Mayor Buckman: He knows the drill; Boone gets terrible cramps. Don’t worry, he’s got you.

Pamela Voorhees: Oh of course she’ll help you out when you’re hurting ^^

Stuart Lloyd: Well… don’t get him wrong, for sure there is the part where it helps you in a seriously uncomfortable time… but then there is also the fact that he is a lil bit of a secret freak and menstrual care is a good excuse for him. (So he also belongs in the first category ^^)

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn: Blood doesn’t bother him, and if it’ll give you a hand with yer monthly problem then you just need to ask him. You’ll be on the bench in the saloon with your thighs spread without a second thought, like asking for a glass of water. (Except of course Caleb’s a lot more hands on about the whole thing of course (; ) He’s happy to help.

The Huntress / Anna: Oh!! Really?? It’ll help? Okay, then, sunflower. Remove your pants. Let’s go !!

Vincent Sinclair: He’s just very supportive and helpful through all areas of your period. He doesn’t understand, but he can still be sympathetic and help the way you say would be good ^^

Is curious and will try:

Billy Loomis: Is really curious and excited to try it. I mean, he likes blood? He likes sex? And this is both those things?? Fun lubricant, yay.

Chop Top Sawyer: And when I say that he’ll try and I REALLY MEAN IT, MAN. Like, go big or go home. He’s going to eat you out at this time and he’ll end up really enjoying it. Buckle up babes, you’ve awoken something buried pretty damn s h a l l o w l y inside him.

Granny Boone: Similar to Chop Top except with him, you had to tell him you were on your period and all so it would be different and all, while with Boone she was the one sniffing it out and *cough* hunting you approaching you about trying it.

Jill Roberts: For the same reasons as Billy. Plus, she wants to be able to say ‘well I did it for you- you have to do it for me.’

Leslie Vernon: I mean, he’ll give anything a shot once. What’s the harm?

Piper Shaw: Same as Jill.

Stu Macher: Super enthusiastic to try!! XDD Just, like, dyed lube- right?

Is c a u t i o u s:

Carrie White: … periods have always been difficult for her… But she’s willing to give it a try as long as you’re willing to return the favour! ^^

Thomas Hewitt: Tell him, if whatever he does hurts you. He is very serious about this. He wants you to feel better, but he doesn’t really know this works and does not want you hurting in his vein attempt at making you feel better. So, please. Tell him how you’re feeling. He’ll get really good at making your cramps and discomfort go away.

They may take some convincing:

Drayton Sawyer: I mean, he’s of course not afraid of some blood but… uh… Well, I mean, he doesn’t really have a big, or even moderate sex drive in the first place so any sex of any kind takes some warming up to. Maybe if the stars aline and you catch him on a good day. Otherwise, he tells you to just suck it up.