#my holiday week is over. now back to my giffing business.

[aprilblossomgirl]

What do you do to make humans confess?

23.5 องศาที่โลกเอียง (2024) Ep.06

[wannab-urs]

Title: Something Sweet

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You’re new to the team in Colombia and all alone on your birthday. Your partner, Javier Peña, decides to do something sweet for you. 

Tags: Set vaguely during season 1 before Javi gets extra angsty, canon compliant-ish, reader feeling lonely, sassy!reader, flirty!javi, alcohol (wine), brief mention of a gun bc I feel like a DEA agent wouldn’t just answer the door all willy nilly, kissing, javi asking for consent, but y’all did share a bottle of wine, kissing, fingering f receiving, marking, unprotected PinV, cuddling. I always write angsty Javi, but this is FLUFF, so sorry if it’s OOC, I’m slightly out of my element here. 

WC: 2107

A/N: This fic is a birthday gift for @psychedelic-ink. Sil, you’re a wonderful friend and you do so much for the Pedro Pascal Fandom community on top of being an incredible writer. So, with some help from @pedrorascal with the beautiful gifs, I schemed up a little fic for you. I hope you love it! Happy Birthday and Happy Holidays AHHHH. 

Moving to a new country two weeks before your birthday, which also happens to be Christmas Eve, is not ideal. You moved to Colombia from Miami after a promotion, earning a spot on the elite team working to catch Pablo Escobar. 

The last two weeks have been a whirlwind, trying to catch up on all the facts of the case. You have to learn every sicario by sight and all of their names, aliases, and frequent hang outs. You have to learn about everything Escobar has done in Colombia, all the cartels and how they connect, it’s all extremely exhausting and time consuming. 

Which is why you have no friends yet, unless you count your new partners Javier Peña and Steve Murphy. Which you don’t. You barely know them, and from what you’ve seen so far, Peña is an asshole. Steve might be okay, but you just haven’t had time to get to know him yet. 

You take off your windbreaker and hang it on the back of your chair. It’s kind of ridiculous that you have to work on Christmas Eve, but there’s no rest for the wicked and therefore no rest for you either. You sit down and open the first file on your desk, immediately getting down to business without so much as a greeting for your partners. 

A couple hours into the work day, a shadow darkens your desk. “What do you want, Peña?” 

“God damn, hermosa. Touchy today? I brought you a coffee.” Peña sets the cup of lukewarm black slop on your desk and leans further into your space, peeking at the files you’re reading. 

“Yes, actually. Did you need something or did you just come over here to bother me?” 

“I just came over here to compliment your nails, actually,” he takes your hand in his, inspecting your nails, and then looks into your eyes. “I like the color. Suits you.” 

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. Peña is cute. Gorgeous, really, but you don’t make a habit of flirting with your coworkers. “Thanks… They were my birthday gift to myself.” You tug your hand away from him and place it in your lap. 

“It’s your birthday?” He asks, still leaning much too far into your personal space. You nod and look back down at the file. 

“I have to get back to work now,” you almost whisper to him, all your bitter snark from earlier replaced by a sense of melancholy. There’s not a soul in this entire country who knows it’s your birthday today. Aside from Javier, now, you guess. Javier lingers for another moment before pushing off your desk and leaving you to your work. 

You’re starting to pack up for the day when Peña comes up to your desk again, sitting on the corner. 

 “So what are your plans tonight?” he asks. 

“Huh?” You don’t have any plans. A phone call from your friend in Miami and a bottle of Chilean wine maybe. 

“Your plans? For your birthday?” 

“Oh. I don’t have any. Don’t really know anyone yet so…” you trail off. You feel kind of pathetic, even though you know it’s completely reasonable to not have a group of friends yet. 

“Me and Murphy could take you out?” 

“Oh um–”

“Actually, Jav,”  Steve calls out from his desk. “Me and Connie have plans tonight. Christmas Eve and all,” he gives you an apologetic look. 

“It’s fine really. I’m gonna have a nice relaxing night in. Thanks though.” You put on the best smile you can and head for the door. 

You hang up the phone after your short call with your friend. It’s expensive to call long distance, but she stayed on with you as long as she could. She told you all about her new boyfriend and that everyone had wished you a Happy Birthday and Happy Holidays. You’re grateful she didn’t ask about your job or your love life. 

As you pop the cork on a bottle of wine, there’s a knock on your door. You stare at the door questioningly, as if it will tell you who’s there. Who on earth could be knocking at your door at 8pm on Christmas Eve? 

You grab your gun and sneak over to the door, peeking through the peephole. Broad shoulders and a dark head of hair are all you can make out through the tiny lens. Javier? You set your gun on the side table and pull open the door. 

“Peña? What are you doing here?” 

He turns around and holds his hands out to you. “Brought you something.” He’s holding a birthday cake, clearly store bought, decorated with a generic “Feliz cumpleaños” scrawled on top. A bright smile lights up your face. 

“Oh Javi, you didn’t have to!” 

“I wanted to. You gonna invite me in for some cake?” He raises his eyebrows at you. 

“Oh! Yeah sure. Come in!” You step to the side to let him through and close and lock the door behind him. “Sorry about the mess. I’m not fully unpacked yet.” 

“I’ve been here for 7 years and I’m not fully unpacked. It’s fine.” Javi reassures you. He sets the cake down on your kitchen counter and starts rifling around for plates and silverware. 

“I can do that,” you try to move him out of the way, but he’s having none of it. 

“No, it’s your birthday. Let me. You pour yourself a glass of wine and go sit on the couch.” 

“Fine… thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

You grab a couple glasses and the bottle of wine and carry it to the living room with you. You’re kind of shocked he’s here. He’s always flirty in the office, but he’s like that with everyone. He’s not what you’d call friendly otherwise. Maybe he just feels bad for you. 

Javier drops down onto the couch beside you holding two plates with hefty slices of chocolate cake. He hands you one of the plates and a fork. “Happy birthday. I’m not going to make you do the whole candle thing.”

“Thank you, Javier. This is really, really nice.” You feel like you might cry. It’s just cake, but you felt so alone, and it’s like he really saw you. He saw through whatever exterior shell you were wearing and decided to try to make your day better. 

“Just Javi is fine. And it’s not a big deal, really. You deserve something sweet on your birthday,” he says looking down at the cake in his hands.

“It is to me. A big deal, I mean,” you say softly before taking a bite of the cake. It’s nothing special, just a plain chocolate cake, but it means so much to you. 

You and Javier, Javi, chat about where you’re from and how you came to work for the DEA. You tell him about living in Miami, about the promotion that brought you here. You finish the bottle of wine and a couple more pieces of cake and the conversation doesn’t stop for a long time.

Late in the evening, you finish a story about your 6th birthday, one your aunt always told to the whole family every single year at your birthday dinner. He’s sitting close to you, his thigh pressed against yours despite there being plenty of room on the couch to sit without touching. It makes your heart flutter a little. 

You don’t know if it’s the wine or what, but the little crush you have on him is getting pretty hard to ignore. Javi smirks at you, reaches up, and brushes his thumb over the corner of your lip. 

“Got a little icing there, cariño,” he says, his voice lower and huskier than it has been all night. He brings the icing smeared thumb to his mouth and sucks it between his lips. Your eyes track the movement, pupils blowing wide. He really is pretty. 

You feel yourself lean in toward him, almost unconsciously chasing that thumb to his mouth. He brings his hand up to your cheek and searches your eyes for a moment. He must see what he was looking for because he pulls you closer and presses his lips to yours. 

His lips are soft, warm, gentle on yours. You grab his face in your hands, not wanting him to pull away yet. He slips his tongue along the seam of your lips and you part them, letting him in. You’re not sure who makes the move, but slowly, your back is lowered to the couch, Javi a comfortable weight on top of you. Your hands explore his broad shoulders, the muscles of his back, his trim waist, as he plunders your mouth with his tongue. 

“Can I touch you?” He rasps against your lips. 

“You already are,” you giggle. “Sorry. Yes, Javi.” 

He huffs a laugh into your mouth and slips a hand into your lounge pants, fingers finding your dripping seam. “Wet for me already, hermosa?” 

Your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment, but you nod. You’re soaked just from kissing him. By the feel of him against your thigh, he’s not better off. He pushes two fingers inside you and presses his lips back to yours. You gasp into his mouth, hands fisting in the back of his shirt. 

His fingers immediately find the spongy spot deep in your core. He curls them, dragging the pads of his fingers along your g-spot with every pump of them inside you. You cling tightly to him, burying your face in his shoulder. 

“Come for me, baby.” 

Your body responds to his command instantly, the tension in your belly releasing into waves of pleasure. Your cunt flutters around his fingers and you whine into his neck as he works you through it. You collapse back onto the couch, and he wastes no time dragging your pants off you. 

You hear the clink of his belt opening, the sound of it hitting the floor. You sit up on your elbows to watch him as he strips off the rest of his clothes. You bite your lip, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous man before you. 

He takes your hands in his and pulls you to your feet before pulling your tank top off you. “Shit, hermosa,” he whispers almost reverently as he takes one of your tits in his large hand, rolling the nipple between two fingers. “Gorgeous.” 

 He kisses you again, wrapping his strong arms around your body and pushing his chest flush with yours. “Bedroom, cariño?” 

You walk him back to your room, barely separating your lips from his for the entire journey. You fall back on your bed and he follows, settling between your legs. His lips drag down your jaw line to your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. Javi sucks a mark just below your collarbone as he slowly thrusts inside you. 

You wrap your legs around his hips and pull him deeper into you, whining at the stretch. “Fuck, Javi.” 

“Working on it, cariño,” he teases as he bottoms out inside you. He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares into your eyes as he pulls out and thrusts back in smoothly. Your mouth falls open, a little huff spilling out as he bottoms out again. He feels so fucking good inside you. 

Javi sets a steady pace, thrusting into you hard and slow, eyes never leaving yours. When your eyes flutter shut and your back starts to arch in pleasure, he slips his arm under your back, pulling your hips higher on his thighs. The new angle is everything. You gasp out a moan every time his cock punches deep inside you.

Javi is everything in this moment. Your world narrowed to the feeling of his cock pounding into you at that same maddeningly slow, hard rhythm. You feel yourself tightening around him, feel a coil winding in your belly tighter and tighter. 

Javi’s lips find yours again with a kiss that’s more a clash of teeth and tongues than anything as you come hard on his cock. Javi lets out a low groan into your mouth at the way you squeeze him. He thrusts into you a few more times, fucking you through your high, before he quickly pulls out and spills all over your belly. 

He rests his forehead on yours for a moment, catching his breath. He kisses you deeply one more time before falling to the bed beside you. Javi pulls you into his arms, not paying any mind to the mess he made on your stomach. He holds you close, kissing the top of your head. 

“Happy Birthday, cariño.”

[strxwberry-milku]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 @wrestlingprincess80 ✰ part1 of the Gif euphoria series

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Desperate!JeyUso x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Kowing Jey could NEVER resist your pussy you use that to your advantage.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy kink, Sl*t shaming and just full on nastiness

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 840

You and Jey got invited to one of Jimmy’s “ get wrecked ” parties in which you get shit face drunk and do whatever the fuck you want because Naomi and the kids went on holiday too spain for two weeks, so that means PARTY TIME! ( shhh don’t tell her tho ). Before you guys left your house you could already tell that Jey was horny due to him tryna pull up your dress every five seconds but you reassured him that when you guys get back home , he can damage your pussy all night long but for now you have a party to get to.

Pulling up to Jimmy’s house you knocked at the door and patiently waited for him to come out “Hold on guys , lemme just open this beer real quick”he shouted from behind the door , rolling your eyes annoyed you huffed and gave Jey a side eye , almost indirectly saying for him to fix up his brother. Lifting his hands up in defence he said “ Hey don’t blame me, it ain’t my fault your impatient ” and gave your ass a quick slap, before you could do anything back the door opened up and you were engulfed in a bear hug. “Heyyy sisssss , how u beennnn ? i ain’t seen yo ass since the last party .Jey got you locked up in his basement or sumn ?” he goofly remarked, laughing you said “ Nahh i’ve just been busy and shit , tryna keep your LITTLE brother under control “ you mockingly emphasised the “little”cause you knew it would rile him up. Attitude spreaded across his face and he kissed his pearly whites at you and remarked “ quit playin wit me lil girl , cause i wasn’t little when i was deep in ya gu-” Slapping you hand over his mouth you send him a glare and drag him inside the house , with Jimmy laughing behind you guys.

Walking in inside the house ,the stench of alcohol and bounce that ass over filled your nostrils, it almost made you wanna turn back around and leave but it would be a shame because you actually wanted to enjoy yourself so you walked down to the kitchen, swivelling past the drunk , dancing bodies. Reaching the kitchen you closed the door and grabed a red solo cup and poured yourself some of the alcohol fruit punch. Taking a seat on the counter you take a sip of the drink and close your eyes relishing the burning sensation going down your throat.

“ Hey baby , you good ?” Your boyfriend’s voice rang throughout the desolate kitchen scaring the shit outta you , snapping your eyes open you place your hands on your chest “ Baby you scared the shit outta me.” laughing he walked in between your spreaded legs and placed small kisses along your neck “ my bad bae,i ain’t mean to”. Knowing what he was trynna do , you decided to give in and let him take control since you kind of wanted it to and plus , this would be a new experience for the both of you. Pulling you at the edge of the counter he hastily pulls down your red lace panties “ Ooooo kinky , i see you baby ” he says and kneels down to face your already dripping pussy.

You felt a little bad that you were about to fuck on Jimmys counter but all that went down the drain as soon as you felt Jey’s lips kiss and prob at your outer lips.

Moaning in complete bliss , you lock your legs around his head to which he forcefully pries them back open and wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place. “ That’s it baby , let daddy know how good he’s making you feel ” he said as his tongue skilfully glided against your swollen clit. Crying out you grip his hair “ Fuck, Fuck , Fucckkk ” was all you could chant out as you felt Jey’s fingers slowly slide inside your sloppy , wet hole . “You dirty slut , look at you . Imagine if someone was to walk in right now and see you all fucked out on the counter , i bet you would like that wouldn’t you ?” Gasping his filthy words you clutch your eyes closed and start to grip Jey’s hair even tighter , you felt your lower abdomen tense signifying your about to cum all over his face . Growling in response he fingers your pussy faster too the point all you could hear was squelching “ that’s it baby , let it all out , let the people outside hear much of a dirty slut you are”and on command you cum right then and there, eyes rolling back into your head as you squirt unto his freshly cut beard.

Just as Jey was about to say something, the door opens revealing a shocked Naomi and kids….

𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍

𝐈𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬 , 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲 😭

Ps this ain’t proofread since i was in a rush to get this out so , sorry for the mistakes.

[equallyshaw]

through thick and thin, always | mat barzal

not too sure if i wanna do gif's or pictures like that above..trying something new out (:

warnings: mental health struggles and ed talk.

word count: 2.9k+

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trigger warning: relapse in an eating disorder, but not to graphic! talks of therapy and past shame/guilt.

della's mental health struggles had been brewing for some time, long before she ever met mat. when she met mat, her mental health improved along with her self-esteem just by the sheer fact that she was dating somebody. however, this year's fall rolled around it seemed as if everyone, every situation, and herself were against her. with having the luxury of working from home 5 days a week, she was alone a lot and in turn, had oh so much time for her thoughts to feast on her self esteem. for the first time in almost 6 years she'd had the urge to restrict. she kept reminding herself that her habit got her nowhere all those years ago, but she had that hopeful optimism that it would be different this time. a few days before christmas, sydney was hosting a holiday party for the last game before christmas and she noticed something very off with her good friend. her friend drowned herself in the alcohol that was provided and not much of the food that sat out. della felt very uncomfortable, she felt like none of her clothes fit right over her bones and curves, she felt like the odd man out seeing everybody wearing the clothes she desperately wished she could, though knew she might never be able to. she thought about how mat looked at her, and what he thought of her physically. she felt like she wasn't good enough for him, even after almost three years together.

sydney watched as the girl sipped on her wine whilst looking out at the backyard as snow fell, and felt her heart fall. she made her way over, and wrapped an a soft arm around the girl's back. "you good, dells?" sydney asked and della nodded. "ofcourse, why wouldn't i be?" she mused putting on a fake smile. "well..you've barely watched the game and i just wanted to make sure you were good. that's all." sydney said and della nodded. "yeah! sorry, been busy with work and just trying to clear my head a bit." della said, the perfect smile enchanting her pale skin. sydney nodded, "well lets go to the kitchen, the girls are snacking away right now." and della frowned. "i-i think im heading out now. i have a deadline tomorrow and i wanna make sure i have it done on time." della said as the two walked towards the kitchen. "oh, okay. no worries, please let me know when you get home." sydney said pulling her into a hug. one that della needed desperately after a 2 week road trip. "ofcourse, syd." della hummed before putting on her coat and walking outside. della quickly made her way to the car, feeling her headache grow as the alcohol was continuously hitting her empty stomach. she sighed, as she got into the car and chewed on her lip. she looked at her lap, and felt the tears finally poured over onto her cheeks. she made her way back to her townhouse a few neighborhoods over and sat in the garage that seemed like an hour.

her mind and thoughts were racing with what she did that evening, how much she drank, and spoke, how many excuses she made and white lies that were said. she thought about how sydney had looked at her, with pity? remorse? concern? della did not have much more time to think before her phone began to ring. mat's name popped up and she let it go to voicemail, most likely wondering where she was. she had said she'd be at syd's for the evening and some of the guys were stopping by there afterward.

for the first time in years, she truly hated herself. hated how she looked to herself and to others. her body dysmorphia crippling her once more. she got out of the car, and headed inside and was greeted by her corgi, 'poppy' and quickly kneeled down to be on her level. she curled up into a ball with poppy and sobbed. realizing how bad it was getting again, and it made her guilty because of how much progress she'd made. "why poppy? why does it always have to come back at the worst times?" della mumbled, as poppy laid on her chest now. her phone began to ring again and a few texts came in, but della did not budge to look. she got up, ripping her coat off feeling suffocated. she threw it on the ground towards the garage door and headed towards the kitchen to grab more alcohol. as she was pouring herself some more wine, she heard a knock on her door. she sighed, walking over towards the front door saw her neighbor and now good friend lea. "saw you pull in, hun. brought some goodies over." and once della saw the dark chocolate peppermint bark, she knew she was a goner. "come on in." della hummed, and poppy quickly greeted the redhead. "whats the most expensive wine you own, doing out?" lea questioned as she walked into the kitchen and della nodded. "cuz the world hates me as much as i hate myself." she murmured and lea frowned. "is it bad again?" she questioned her friend and della nodded, looking down as her lip quivered. "have you told mat?" lea questioned softly and della shook her had. lea quickly wrapped her arms around her friend, allowing her to cry. "if i-i tell him, he'll break up with me. nobody wants to date somebody that is sick. that's so mentally fucked u-up." della sobbed and lea shook her head. "della, that man loves you. just absolutely adores you babe. you dont need to tell him tonight but please at some point.." lea trailed off and della knew she had to. "i just need to prepare myself for the chance he does though, i have too." della said pulling back just a bit and lea nodded softly. "ofcourse babes." and della eyed the bark. but instead, grabbed the wine bottle and glass and headed towards her bedroom with lea following with another glass and poppy.

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it was the next morning, and della had the absolute worst hungover she'd had in a long while. with no food in her system, her stomach was also in shambles. lea was sound asleep on mat's side of the bed with poppy sleeping at their feet. the wine bottle sat empty next to della's side with a half bottle of tequila wiped clean. della rubbed her temples before feeling her stomach begin to churn. she quickly headed over towards the ensemble washroom and chucked the liquid coming up. she heaved for a few seconds before laying down face first on the cool tile. she growled as her phone begin to ring once more, and as it finished it began to ring once more. "fucking mat, leave us alone." lea said as she woke up, declining the call.

mat grew nervous and a bit frustrated with the call going to voicemail once more, he'd been trying all night and now morning with no luck. sydney had said she left in a hurry to finish up some work and made it seem like she wanted to be alone. mat wouldn't bother her unless she said something to him, not wanting to get in the way of her rapid deadlines. he made his way out of his condo and drove to get some coffee and a breakfast sandwich for the girl before heading over to her place. if she wasn't going to pick up, he'd be going to her.

della walked downstairs with lea, carrying the glasses and alcohol bottles down with them. the bark lay uneaten on the counter, and della had the urge to grab the tin and stuff her mouth with as much as she could. she was fighting the urge to completely binge till her heart could content, and lea noticed. "ill keep this nice and cozy until you say something. ok?" lea said taking the tin and della sighed in content. "thanks." she mumbled, leaning over to feed poppy. "ill call you later, im gonna shower and see how far i last before i need to nap." della said hugging the redhead who nodded. "okay, let me know if you need anything. i mean it, you send the word and ill come running." she hummed and della giggled. "thanks lea." she said walking her to the front door, and as lea opened it she stopped frozen seeing the 6 foot hockey player at the door, his set of keys in his mouth as he tried to open the door. "morning barzal." lea said stepping across the threshold and past the tall dude. della did not say anything but open the door wider for him to enter. he stepped inside the warm house, pressing a kiss to her temple. and in doing so, noticed her under eye circles, her face looking gaunt and her eyes red and puffy. his eyebrows crinkled, as he set down the coffees and sandwiches on the table next to the door, concern flooding his entire body.

"della rae-" he said placing his hands softly on her pale cheeks, inspecting her from top to bottom. she'd lost weight, a good amount since the last time they had spent a substantial amount of time together; which was now almost a month ago. she shut her eyes not wanting to meet his questionable eye and worrying face. it was beginning to click for mat, and in the instant he realized, he pulled her in for a bone-crushing hug. fearing that if he let go, he'd lose her even more. she felt loose tears fall down her cheeks onto his shirt, and she let out a soft whimper. that only made him pull her in tighter. things were now clicking for him, why she was barely responding to his sister's text, why she was also not responding to his texts and phone calls like she once had. and finally, the suspicions that sydney had the previous evening, were correct. "im sorry matty." she whispered against his chest, and he pulled back just a bit to look at her. he shook his head as she looked up with fear written across her face. "im sorry im a mess...and that im sick. im so sorry." she said clenching her eyes shut whilst sniffling, with mat wiping her tears away. "never apologize della, don't apologize for this. it isn't your fault- at all. i promise you that." he said as she reopened her eyes. as guilt and hunger washed over her once more, she looked to the side and saw the coffees and then looked back at mat, "can i take those?" she mumbled and he nodded softly. "you don't ever have to ask, hun." he said as she stepped out of his arms and around him. she took the coffee and sandwich, holding them close to her chest and headed into the small living room that had a small library, fireplace, and a plush couch. mat followed suit with his and followed her into the room, sitting down next to her. but leaving just a bit of room between the two.

she stared at the sandwich bag, as she held the coffee straw near her lips wanting to fight the urge but knew she needed to eat. "i need help mat.." she said defeatedly as she stared at the bag. mat looked over with a worried look and demeanor, and took notice of the staredown she had with her coffee. he set his coffee down, and took her's as well, and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. she took in the familiar warmth that he had. "im sorry I've been distant recently...i just have been so consumed with it all and because of it i've been exhausted." she said softly and mat kissed the top of her head. "i noticed something was off..when we went to thanksgiving with your family. i sensed something was off because every time i tried...tried looking at you you would look away or at the ground. it hurt me. it made me feel like you were embarrassed or guilty of something and i-i should have noticed it. and im sorry, i didn't." he said biting the inside of his cheek, trying to not cry. della's heart broke hearing how much it hurt him that she was very distant at thanksgiving. she was hoping he wouldn't notice and chalk it up to the many conversations she had found herself engrossed in.

"i love you della rae... nothing is going to change that. no matter how complicated this may get." he said feeling her tense up somewhat at his confession. she nodded into his chest, feeling him tighten his arms around her.

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christmas, new years and valentines had rolled around with anxiety and apprehension as della progressed through therapy. after christmas, mat took the week leading up to new years off to be there for della as well as all star break + by week. della was grateful to have him in the house as she returned to work and basked in his presence before he headed back on the road. when he left, sydney and some of the other girls took turns coming over and bringing her out whenever she could. she accredited a lot to those girls, and added them to her list of why she should strive for recovery.

it was now playoffs time, and for the first time in a long while she was excited to head to a home game. when sydney had let the girls know that the jackets were being ordered, she jumped at the opportunity to get one. mat's heart was all fuzzy and warm when she showed him it right before they headed out. she did a little twirl for him and a few poses, before they shared a kiss. "oh!" he said remembering to grab what he'd been saving for some time, and as della headed out to start the car; mat ran to go get it.

the two made their way down to the arena and as she was about to drop mat at the players entrance, he paused and pulled out a letter of sorts for della. "i uh..I've been keeping this for a while not sure when to give it and whatnot, but seeing you tonight and how excited you were to put on the jacket which i know is something that you've been insecure about in the past.." he trailed off pausing to place the letter in her hands. "im so incredibly proud of how far you've come in these short few months, and i just wanted to write something down. i wasn't even going to give it to you but tonight, i just have this feeling of immense pride della rae. but uh..yeah ill see you later. ok?" he said placing a peck on her cheek. she smiled, watching him open the door and hop out. "good luck hun." she smiled widely and as mat looked at her once more, he saw the genuine smile he'd missed dearly. he nodded before shutting the door and heading towards the entrance. she pulled off into the family and friends parking lot and stared down at the letter. her heart swelled, just thinking about what the contents of the letter were.

she pulled it open softly and carefully, as to not rip the letter. she smiled softly at the handwritten note and read it slowly. words of encouragement, words of pride, and love. words of sadness and words of commitment. she sniffled as she finished it, completely taken back by it. she knew mat had felt all of these things, but seeing it in writing made her heart swell. he loved her deeply and without hesitation. she got out of the car and headed towards the private entrance and once sydney saw her walk through the box's entrance, she jumped up and down. della smiled as the others all made their way over to greet her. "picture time!" one of the girls cheered and sydney pulled her friend with her towards a spot in the back. "lookin good sista." she hummed and della smiled widely. pictures were taken, food was consumed along with alcohol and the up's and down's of playoff hockey was experienced that evening.

as soon as she saw mat walking into the box, she smiled widely before he kissed her quickly. "great game, matty." she said looking up at him and he smiled widely. a hard effort was fought, with a win now accredited towards the islanders. "lets head home." he said and the two walked hand in hand towards the car. mat opened the passenger door for her, and she thanked him before he shut the door.

she saw the letter sticking out of her purse, and she turned towards at who buckled. "thankyou for the letter mat, you have now idea how much i appreciate it." she said leaning over the console, and he met her in the middle. "through thick and thin always, my love will never falter for you della rae." he spoke softly before kissing the girl passionately. she melted into the kiss, before pulling away. "lets get home, we've got a lot to celebrate." she hummed running a soft thumb over his cheek.

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no tags just because its a sensitive topic!

[sherlocks-blanket]

New Year

BBC Sherlock Holmes x reader

AN: First of all, I wish everyone a Happy New Year ! Even for those who still wait for it. What isn't the best way to celebrate it but with a tiny one-shot I wrote for that very specific day?Also, I'm sorry that I haven't written anything the past weeks nor for the holidays but writers block got me locked from my creativity. So, I hope that makes it up for it. Anyways enjoy!

Words: 418

Gif is not mine

The busy Christmas holidays where over with the presents exchanged, dinners eaten and the year slowly starting to end for it to start all over again.

The streets weren’t busy in the evening from new years eve, as everyone anticipated the first day of the new year at home with their families and friends before going out joining the mass outside to light fireworks to lighten the sky in golden sparks and vivid colors.

But you… had none of it with Sherlock who pretty much insisted to join him outside; not for a case, but more for a little stroll.

And the walk was longer then what you’ve expected; especially the farther you two got away from Baker Street and even outside of London streets to a rather peaceful area.

You both didn’t exchanged a word since leaving the flat, but you wondered when the two of you would head back and join the others.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Sherlock’s voice caught you off guard, when your gaze wandered to him, it followed where his attention was drawn to.

“I’m sure it will be more with the fireworks.”

The detective scoffed, “The beauty of nature can’t be compared with human inventions like fireworks.”

There was truth to his words; of course nature on it’s own can be aesthetic, but you thought that the new years fireworks had they own charm, even if they had some negative aspects; like they can get loud and scare animals and obviously leave a mess afterwards. Maybe the loudness was something Sherlock didn’t appreciate about fireworks, or the sound might only remind him of gunshots…

However, you still loved them regardless.

The walk continued furthermore without any more conversations, till you noticed Sherlock stopped beside you, and drew his phone out of his pocket for a quick glance at it; before putting it back inside his coat.

Before you could even asked if someone messaged him; your attention was drawn onto the sky when the first fireworks illuminated the sky followed with many more.

Your face lit up, knowing now why the detective asked for you to come along with him.

He wanted to show you the perfect view when the new year arrived.

“Happy new year, darling.” He responded from beside you with a smile gracing his lips, knowing he succeeded to surprise you. His arm drew you closer to his side and followed your gaze up the sky as well.

You both enjoyed in the arrival of the new year together.

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Tags: @neinteils

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

The Holiday Spirit- B.Barnes

Summary: Bucky never seemed to have a reason to enjoy the holiday season, that was until he found a box of abandoned kittens.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (Not very)grumpy!Bucky, abandoned cats, brief mention of death

Author’s Note: Welcome to day 1 of my attempt at writing holiday themed fics until Christmas! I don’t know how far I will end up going but we shall see. I am a college student so the next 2 weeks for me are very busy, but I will try my hardest to stick to my plan. My asks are open if you want to ask me any questions or if you have some feedback/suggestions, they are always welcomed. I hope you enjoy!

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Word Count: 1.2k

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

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Some people love the holiday season, it's a time of year where everyone is happy and celebrating with friends and family. Other’s, however, hate the holiday season, these people are usually eternally grumpy. Sometimes, these two people are in a relationship, for example, Y/N, who loves the holiday season, and Bucky, who hates the holiday season.

Bucky hated the holidays because he spent 90 years not celebrating it, so why start now? Y/N loved it because she loved making the people around her happy, whether that be baking, decorating with friends/loved ones, giving them heartfelt or handmade gifts. She was determined to make Bucky enjoy the holidays. She did that by making older recipes from the 30s and 40s, giving him a first edition of J.R.R Tolkien’s “The Hobbit” and she even made him a thick blanket knowing that after a nightmare he usually wakes up freezing.

She was making a little bit of progress but of course he was still a grump. However, that all changed over the span of a day and a half. It was cold, snowy, so Bucky was walking back to the tower from the store. Y/N had asked him to pick her up some more ingredients for her constant baking, he willingly went because her puppy-dog eyes made him cave the second he saw them.

As he was walking back, trekking his way through the snow, he heard a faint but consistent meowing coming from an alleyway. Bucky always had a soft spot for animals, especially cats, so he was quick to try to find the crying cat. He followed the sound which led him to a soaking wet cardboard box next to a dumpster. Inside held half a dozen kittens, 4 of them were weak but the one that was causing all the ruckus had the most strength, however there was another right next to her a little weaker but still stronger than the rest. 

When he got up to his and Y/N’s floor, she was waiting by the elevator for him. “What’s in the box, honey?” She asked before kissing him sweetly. Before he could answer, the strongest kitten, a white little ball of fur, let out a long and loud meow. 

“I found them in an alleyway. Do we have tuna? Can you start a fire? They’re freezing,” Bucky rattled off.

“I have a fire going already, I can make some tuna. How many are there? I only hear the one.” Bucky opened the top of the box revealing the 6 kittens. The white kitten crawled her way out of the box, the black kitten following suit, the other 4 only twitching every few seconds.

“We need to warm them up. Put the box in front of the fire, give me one kitten at a time and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I am so happy you are a vet tech. Take this little guy first, he’s not moving as much as the others.” Bucky handed her an orange kitten before bringing the box over by the fire. He sat next to the box, running his fingers over the kittens heads, trying to keep them stimulated. The lone white kitten who crawled out of the box had found her way into his lap, snuggling herself up against his stomach, the black one finding her way closer to the warmth of the fire.

Y/N brought the orange kitten back, instructing Bucky to keep him stimulated by petting him and lightly rocking him. They kept changing off the kittens, eventually having to call in reinforcements. Steve, Natasha and Sam were all with Bucky keeping the kittens stimulated. Soon enough the other 5 kittens started to find their voices and began stumbling around in the box.

She had sent Sam to the pet store to pick up some food, toys, litter and litter boxes, practically shoving the man towards the elevator. Nat and Steve left eventually, leaving the couple to deal with the litter of kittens. “We have to name them,” Y/N piped up after a few minutes of silence between the couple, the only sound was the meowing of the kittens and the crackling fire.

“I already know that this little baby is Alpine. As soon as I saw her that’s what came to mind,” Bucky smiled down at the white kitten in his lap. They went about naming all of the kittens and waited through the night with them. If they made it through the night they were in the clear.

By the next morning there were only two kittens left, they were the strongest two to begin with so they had a greater chance of survival. Little Alpine and her polar opposite sister whom Y/N had promptly named Salem. She had a few errands to run before going to the animal clinic so she left Bucky alone with the cats. That usually meant trouble but for once, Bucky hadn’t gotten himself in trouble. Instead he made his way to the pet store, both of the kittens tucked under his jacket, to get some supplies. He ended up purchasing a huge cat tree, cat beds, food, treats, toys, bowls, a water bubbler and then he bought a surprise that Y/N would have to see when she got home.

As he waited for his girl to arrive back home, he set up the cat tree, got the bowls filled and put out, got the water bubbler going, set the cat beds in their bedroom and put on the surprise he had for Y/N before taking a few of the toys and playing with the cats. After a few hours, she had finally returned home, seeming more tired than usual, nearly crashing as soon as she got out of the elevator.

“You look so tired my love! I can run you a nice warm bath and make you some dinner, does that sound okay?” Bucky immediately offered, quite literally sweeping her off her feet and right into his arms. He began walking to their bedroom, setting her on their bed once he entered.

“That would be amazing, honey. Thank you. I barely slept last night,” She yawned promptly after finishing her sentence.

“I bet, let me go get that bath running for you, just relax for a few minutes, okay?” She just hummed, laying back on the bed, dozing off as she heard the faucet running in the bathroom. She was startled, however, when she heard the tinkling of bells approaching her, then a sudden weight on her lap and her stomach. She opened her eyes and looked down only to find the two cats curled up on her. She started giggling when she saw what they were wearing.

The two kittens were dressed as little elves, hat and all. The hats had little bells on the end of them that jingled when they moved. Bucky had heard her giggling so he peaked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to see that the cats were snuggling with her in their brand new outfits. “I guess this is what you did today?” She teased the man.

“It was an effort trying to get them in those outfits. But I also got a cat tree, some beds, toys, y’know the necessities.” Bucky’s face was bright red but he didn’t mind, he just loved to hear his girl laugh, whether it was at him or the stupid little outfits he put the cats in. He made his way to the bed, plopping himself down by her legs and going back and forth between the cats, petting them gently.

“Seems like you’re in the Christmas spirit.”

“I guess I have some reasons to get into it.”

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 11.27.22

Dispite this Gif, no I’m not ready for Christmas at all.  But I do have some Christmas Fics in the works.  

Here’s what I’ve posted in the last week or so in case you missed it:  

The Cordonian Arrangement:  Dreams Broken Heart

Here’s what I’ve been writing on, nothing is finished yet of course, but you know.  That’s how I roll, we’ll get to them eventually.  Thank you for being part of my writing journey. 

Original Post:  11/27/22 at 4:02PM  EST.

Mood Music Monday Submission Song Inspiration:  Silent Night by the Temptations Holiday Vibes  The Book:  TRR (no royals)  Series: School Dayz Pairings: Liam x Riley Status:  Still in the writing process 

“Thanks for driving me to the mall today, and driving me around when Jaiden can’t.”

“It’s no problem, and I like driving you around, makes me feel manly.”  

Liam’s face turned bright pink.  

“I…..said that out loud didn’t I?”

“You did but it’s okay. I like that you’re adorkably honest with me.”

Riley’s face turned serious.

“You know sliding on the ice during the storm really scared me Liam.”

“I know it did, but I’m glad you and Taylor were okay.  When I saw your Jeep…. My heart broke Riley. I was so worried you were hurt.”

Liam took her hand and held it.  

“Dad said you could stay for dinner if you want.”  

“He’s warming up to me don’t you think?”

“I mean as much as my dad can warm  up to people.”

“Whoa…. Looks like he’s been busy.”  

When they left the Brooks household that morning there was no Christmas decor up. Coming back that evening.  Liam was flabbergasted.

He helped  Riley bring her shopping bags inside the house.  

“Whoa…. It looks like Santa threw up in here.”  

“No Liam, tell me how you feel about the decorations.”

Taylor burst out laughing from the couch as Mr. Brooks stepped out into the foyer holding a string of Christmas lights.

“Damn Liam. Can you not step in it once?”

“Jai! Language!”

“I’m just not used to a lot of Christmas decorations. My family doesn’t really do holidays like this.  I think it’s really nice.”  

“Jason and I grew up in the foster care system, and holidays were hard when you were living in foster homes at the holidays.  We both vowed if we ever had families, we would celebrate.  It’s very important to us.  So we go all out.”  

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t meaning to make fun of the decorations.”  

“Go help Riley put her presents away in her room, and you can come back and help us decorate.”  

The Vampires Live On Part 3 The Book:  TRR   Series: N/A  The Vampires Live On Part 1 / The Vampires Live On Part 2 Pairing: Liam x Riley Status:  Still in the writing process

“I can’t believe we finally made it here.”  

“I know, it’s been a very long time.  Longer than I intended Riley, but I made good on my promise.”

The two of them were driving into Lumberton city limits.  

“Where would you like to go first?”  

“The library.  I want to see what articles I can find  from around what happened.”

“I figured, good thing I decided to call ahead.”  

“How did you know?”  

“Because I know you Love."

“Yeah it only took you a few years to get to know me.”  

Liam winked.  “Only a few.”  

When she stepped out of the car,  Riley took a deep breath.

“How does this town still smell the same after all these years?”  

“What does it smell like to you Riley?”

“Like home.”  

Liam held her hand as they walked up to the library counter.

“We’re here to speak with Mrs. Banks.”

“And whom might I let her know is here?”

“Liam Rys, and Riley Brooks.  I spoke to her over the phone a few days ago. She’s expecting us.”

Shattered Heart The Book:  TRR The Series: The Cordonian Arrangement Pairings: Riley x Nico / (Riley x M!OC) / Liam x Riley Status:  Still in the writing process

"Thank you for coming, King Liam."

"Please just call me Liam."

"Liam, thank you. Nico said you would be the only one that would be able to get through to her right now."

"My heart breaks for her. She is in so much pain, as with your whole family. Nico was a good man."

"He was a wonderful son, brother, husband and father. He will be greatly missed by all that knew him."

Liam hugged Mother Karahalios.

"You're such a good boy too. Your mother would have been proud of you. My Athena is on her way to bring Angelo to you. He will need you now, more than ever."

"He barely knows me, and Riley is in no condition to care for him right now."

"You'll be fine. But this is the start of you beginning to truly bond with your son. You will be his primary caregiver for now."

A few minutes later Athena walked through the door holding a sleeping Angelo in her arms.

“Where’s Riley?”  

“She’s sleeping.”  

“Are you sure we should leave Angelo, Mama? Riley can barely care for herself right now. She needs some time. I can keep Angelo with me. He can play with his cousins.”  

“Liam’s here,  Angelo will be fine.  Give him to Liam.”  

“He looks shell shocked.”  Athena said in Greek.  “Are you sure we should leave Angelo here with this man?”

"That 'man' as you called him is Angelo's biological father. No harm will come to Angelo in his care."

Athena had  thought she was hiding her apprehensions of Liam behind the Greek language with her conversation to Mother Karahalios. Liam kept his face unemotional, but  was relieved Mother Karahalios had defended him. Liam decided to show  Athena that Greek was one of the many languages he was also fluent in.  

“Angelo is safe with me. My son is safe with me.”  

“If that was the case, my brother wouldn’t have to have taken care of your child for you.”

“Athena now is not the time to do this.”

The Last Part  The Book:  TRH and Beyond The Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎 Pairings:  Elle x Nico (Elle x M!OC)  Status:  Still in the writing process

Ana was still unusually quiet at dinner, and Nico being so perceptive and intune with Ana, noticed immediately.

"What's wrong Honeybee?"  He playfully nudged her and smiled.

She looked at Elle for a moment, then turned to him  shaking her head shrugging her shoulders.  Nico’s smile immediately faded, his facial muscles tensing slightly, an overwrought look taking over his face.

"Ana? What's wrong?" Nico was concerned.

“Nothing.”  Ana whispered, still failing to make eye contact with him while picking at the food on her plate. Ana did not have an appetite.

"Don't lie to me. You look at me when I talk to you, young lady."

She looked up from her plate.

"Tell me the truth Ana."

Ana's eyes filled with tears.

"Mommy's sick again."

Surprised flashed in his eyes as he dropped his fork, hitting his plate with a loud clatter.

"Elle?"

"I'm fine. I have been going to my therapy check ins. I haven't….seen him, Nico, I promise. I wouldn't hide that from you. Do you not believe me?"

Nico looked from Ana to Elle.

"What did you see Mommy do Ana?"

Elle gasped.

"Nothing! It can't be what you’re thinking! I didn't do anything Nico. I didn't."

Nico completely ignored her focusing on Ana.

"What did you see, Honeybee?"

“Nico…”  Elle’s voice was low, pleading and timid. “I didn’t do anything…”

Ana looked at Elle.

“Don’t look at her.  You look at me and tell me the truth.” Nico raised his voice. “NOW! Eliana. I mean it.”

"Nico…"

Immediately Ana’s eyes shifted to Nico’s.

[holmesianpose]

Hello. Happy holidays! I know you're traveling right now and this is a busy time but if I could ask Santa for one thing it would be for the next chapter of OFD to come out before the new year. Pretty, pretty please. Or even a tease? *insert "feed me Seymour" gif here*

Hello dear anon!

Please forgive me for taking a month to respond to your kind inquiry. I so wish I could have given you all the next chapter as a belated Christmas gift! But alas travel + family visiting + holidays + work made that impossible. However, I am happy to now report that I am back home and back to my usual life and I am back to squeezing in small snatches of time to work on writing. The new chapter will be coming to you very soon (hopefully in the next two weeks!)-- it is now 99% written, I am just obsessing endlessly over the chapter's ending. This chapter feels like more of a big deal than usual and is therefore making me even more obsessive than usual about getting it right.

But it made me very happy to get this ask, to know that you are out there eager and waiting for more OFD! With any luck, you'll have chapter 59 before the end of this month.

Thanks again for writing to me! 😘

[cellophaine]

"I missed you."

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Word Count: 945

Warnings: My shitty writing <3

Author's Note: The idea for this one-shot doesn't even sound that good in my head but it goes well with the holiday spirit so here goes 🥲

P/S: Chapter X of Lingered Affection will be posted on my birthday!

Taglist (open): @stanfordscrush @cc13723things <3

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"Do we really have to go to your friend's party?"

You turned around to your boyfriend, who was closing up the last buttons on his white shirt. The slight pout on his face showed you just how much he detested the idea of going out instead of staying in with you. You brought the black tie to him, winding it around the collar of his shirt. Matt used this opportunity to slide a hand onto your back, pressing you close to him. Your eyes strayed from the tie to the way his throat bobbed lightly at your proximity. It took you every ounce of self-control not to bring your lips to his neck and suck the sensitive skin into your mouth since you knew you would not be able to leave your apartment at all if you were to do that.

"I'm sorry, but if we don't go, I'll never hear the last of it. She's already vexed with me for missing her puppy's first birthday."

Your hands worked with the tie while you compromised with Matt, trying to persuade his reluctant self to go with you.

"It's just that … I haven't seen you in two weeks. I missed you."

Matt's hand drew soothing circles on your back, coaxing you into relaxing into his touch. All of your self-restraint would be absolved entirely if it wasn't for the guilt you were feeling right now. An unexpected business trip took you out of town as the holidays neared, which ruined the plans you had with Matt. No Christmas markets, no tree decorating, no cookie baking. Nothing. Matt refused to do any of the activities without you. Two weeks of only calls, voicemails and love whisperings. Tonight was Christmas Eve, your plane touched the ground just two hours ago, but you couldn't indulge in your lover's embrace just yet.

Putting finishing touches on the tie, you folded the collar down neatly, smoothing the edges down.

"I promise, it will be over before you know it. And after that …."

You tugged on his tie playfully, pulling his ear close to your mouth. Then, you pressed your lips to his earlobe, lowering your voice in a suggestive tone, full of promises.

"… I'll be yours and yours only."

Matt swallowed thickly; a faint flush crept onto his cheeks as he felt around for his suit jacket frantically.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go. We have a party to get to."

You laughed, putting on your own jacket over your shoulders. Matt pulled you towards the door as if he couldn't wait to go to the party that he hated just moments ago.

The cab stopped short in front of a fancy brownstone; you could see people talking and drinking through the window. You felt exhausted from the sight of it. All you wanted was to turn around and go home with Matt. But you had no other choice.

Stepping out of the cab, you lingered on the sidewalk, not wanting to go in yet. You felt the need for a mental boost of energy, so you pulled Matt in by the lapel of his coat for a kiss without a word. Your lips chased his, seeking out his warmth. Matt's surprise at your sudden act quickly dissolved as he deepened the kiss, pressing your front flushed to him. His hand gravitated where it usually went, pressing gently on the side of your throat, making you moan softly into his mouth. His lips parted for his tongue to slip out, tangling around yours, trading heat and love and desperation. You felt lightheaded as the kiss grew impossibly intense; your hand came up to tug on his hair, making him groan harshly. The guttural sound echoed in your ears, and all you wanted to do was to have it engraved on your heart.

After drawn-out moments and curious looks from strangers, you had to break away. Pressing your forehead against his, you struggled to catch your breath. Matt seemed to have a much harder time; his tongue darted out to lick his lips, slowly savouring the remnant of your taste.

"Come on, let's go in."

You spoke the words with much difficulty, pulling on Matt's hand, only to be stopped as he stayed inhumanly still. You cocked your head, voicing your concern.

"Matt? Is everything okay?"

Matt swallowed thickly; the deep crimson blush stood out on his pale skin. He lowered his head, shaking it before speaking up, his voice gravelly.

"Just give me a second."

You finally understood his hesitation when you saw his hand move to the front of his pants, fixing it with visible discomfort. His stance looked awkward as he tried to stand up straight and hide the growing bulge simultaneously.

You chuckled amusingly, couldn't refrain from teasing him.

"I guess you're not the only one who's excited to see me tonight, hm?"

He let out a strained laugh, flustered harder than ever.

"Can you blame me? I went two weeks without your touch, sweetheart. I thought I would explode on the spot when you hugged me earlier."

You traced the visible skin on his neck with your fingers, dragging them in a tantalizing fashion, drawing out the intoxicating spell you put on him.

"Well, then, you'd better prepare for an extended stay in your apartment because I'm not letting you go anywhere anytime soon."

"There's nothing that I would love more."

Matt whispered hotly in your ear before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as if he was daring you to keep your promises. But he knew, deep down, with no word of assurance needed, you were never one to break them.

[writemekpop]

Forgive Me Daddy | Lee Jeno

Pairing: Lee Jeno x Reader

Summary: You come home late and miss your baby’s first Christmas. Your husband Jeno is furious. 

Genre: Domestic AU, new parents AU, Christmas special🌲

Word Count: 0.7k

Gif: @leejenos-archive​

"I'm sorry I'm late!" 

You rushed into the kitchen, kicking off your winter boots. It was 4PM on Christmas Day. You were meant to make it back for lunch hours ago.

The smell of roast turkey flooded your senses. The kitchen was decorated with paper snowflakes that must have taken hours to cut, a banner saying 'baby's first Christmas', even old photos of you and Jeno kissing in the snow. 

Jeno had put in a lot of effort for this lunch. Your chest squeezed with guilt at missing it. 

Jeno was sitting at the head of the table. Despite his puppy-dog-brown hair and cute Christmas apron, his expression was stormy. Your one-year-old son Max chewed on a Christmas cracker in his highchair. 

You sat down, rubbing your frozen hands together. “Let’s eat!” 

You leant over to give Jeno a kiss, but he turned his head away, scowling. 

"You're late - on Christmas day," he snapped, his voice breaking with pain.

You frowned. "Oh... you know how busy the hospital is around the holidays."

Jeno's eyes slipped shut. "You could have texted. This is our son’s first Christmas - don’t you care about that?" He gulped. "About us?" 

You shrugged. "Oh, don't be dramatic. Max isn’t even going to remember this!"

Jeno stood up, the chair screaming. "I'm not hungry anymore," he said, storming out of the kitchen. The bedroom door slammed shut. 

You picked up your son and held him to your chest. "You're not mad at me, are you, bubba? You know I love you." 

The baby babbled and smiled a chubby pink smile. Your eyes welled with tears. Already, Max was the spitting image of his father, with his shiny eyes and broad nose. 

“Why is daddy always so angry?” you asked your son, the tears flowing freely now. "He hasn't kissed me for weeks... we barely talk."

As if he sensed your pain, little Max nuzzled his cheek into your skin, silently saying, mommy don’t cry.

"Why doesn't daddy love me anymore?" you said, between sobs. 

"You think I don't love you anymore?" 

You jolted at the sound of Jeno's voice. 

You turned to see him leaning against the door frame, watching you. Even in his stupid Christmas jumper, he looked as handsome as the day you married him. You hated fighting.  

"H-how long have you been standing there?" you asked. 

"Long enough," Jeno said, walking towards you. 

He wrapped his strong arms around you and the baby in a tight hug. You'd never felt so safe. 

Jeno kissed Max on the forehead. Then he looked up, and suddenly you were staring into each other’s eyes. The moment wobbled, taking you off guard.

Jeno’s voice quivered with quiet passion. "I will never stop loving you, Y/n. You just... need to be around more." 

You smiled weakly. “I know.”

“Also…,” Jeno began, cheeks darkening. “I’d… quite like another little one soon, so… I need you around for that. Especially since making Maxie was so fun." He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.

Shuffling out of Jeno's embrace, you placed the baby down into his highchair. Then you pulled your husband into your arms. 

“I’m… sorry for ruining Christmas.”  

Jeno shook his head, smiling. “You didn’t. I can put the turkey back in the oven.”

You smoothed your hands over his broad shoulders. "You're my man, Jen, I'll give you anything you want."

Jeno hummed appreciatively. "Right now… I want a kiss." That mischievous twinkle had returned to his black eyes. 

"That I can do," you said, smirking.

Your hand found his jaw as you brought your mouth onto his. It was a lazy, lovedrunk kiss. You could feel the heat sighing from his muscled body, you could taste the mulled wine on his tongue.  

"Kiss!" 

You and Jeno jumped apart, eyes wide.

You turned to the highchair where Max was sat. The baby was staring at the two of you, brown eyes shiny and bright.

"Did he just say...?" Jeno gasped.

"Kiss!" Max cried, clapping his hands together. "Kiss!" 

"Maxie just said his first word!" you cried, picking up your son and squeezing him tight. “On Christmas day too? How perfect!” 

"He was watching us this whole time?" Jeno said, chuckling. "Thank god we weren't doing something else, or this would have been a disaster!"

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[sirenreading]

Fire Place

(Day 5-Fire Place) of December Challenge

pairing : Frank Castle x f!reader

word count : 386

warning : light/implied smut, fluff, cuddling.

A/N: my queue messed up the other day and posted this too early so here it is (again)

gif creds @darlingshane

The two of you had a busy week, From coming back from visiting family and spending time with them to finish up at work before your vacation time. Now you and Frank sat cuddled into each other, and the tree was up; you’d lite a few of your favorite holiday candles, which now made the room smell of flannels, and the fireplace blazed in front of you.

“I’m gonna go get us a blanket,” Frank whispered into your ear. You looked out of the window to see the snow falling from the view of your penthouse window. The lights of the city against the dark sky were a sight to see.

Before you know it, Frank was hurrying back, A soft throw blanket in one hand and a pair of fuzzy socks in the other. You smiled as you got down on his knees before you, helping you pull them onto your feet.

“What a gentleman.” You pulled him by his forearm into a kiss, and he used his free hand to balance himself on the armrest of the couch, trying not to collapse onto you.

“Be careful, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“What if I can finish?”

“You wanna do this right here?”

“Why not? It’s a beautiful view and nice and warm.” The crackling of the fireplace behind him made him smile as he placed another kiss onto your lips.

Before either of you knew it, you were undressed as he was fully thrusting inside you, the feeling of his girth splitting you open as your head hit the back of the furry rug underneath you. Your boyfriend took you in a slow and passionate way, the fire still lit keeping the two of you warm from the frost on the other side of the windows.

After your orgasm, Frank laid next to you, on his chest as he placed soft kisses around your breast and neck. “Told you I couldn’t control myself.”

“Well, I’m not upset about it.” You leaned over to grab the clothes that scattered around the rug around you. Scooting over to the fire, rest your hand near it to bring warmth to your body.

“Still cold? After all that.”

“You didn’t exactly make me sweat Frank.”

“Let’s try again then.” Pulling you into his naked chest.

“Easy there cowboy- maybe later.”

[whirlybirbs]

"i love your costume!" with fives????

✶    –   ARC TROOPER FIVES / READER   ;   hallowe'en

summary: you and fives cross paths at 79's at the annual hallowe'en party.

pairing: fives / reader

tags: shameless flirting, lost of pining, absurd star wars costumes, 79's drink menu is the pinnacle of creativity, fives is a flirt, torrent company are my besties

a/n: please enjoy me pulling my usual shenanigans and trying to make holidays fit within the star wars universe in a context that is not children's books about ewoks!!! and happy halloween!! this lovely gif is from this set by @sergeant-hunter!

79's — as it goes — tends to be a haven for this sort of thing: theme nights, karaoke Tuesdays, and of course, holiday parties.

Hallowe'en, really, is more popular on Coruscant than anywhere else. Echo did mention something about ewoks and the story about Bright Tree Village on the cab ride over, but Fives wasn't listening — he was too busy trying not to snap his haphazardly made wings in half as Jesse shouldered in beside him.

Don't look at him like that —they're soldiers. His costume is shit. He knows it's shit. You think this angel costume was easy to make? He had to bribe Rex with mess duty just to get the Captain to turn a blind eye while the ARC Trooper made a move for some extra medical tape from the medbay. And even still, all he got was Dogma ribbing him because 'he doesn't look like a real Diathim', blah blah blah. Whatever.

...What was he saying?

Oh, right, Hallowe'en.

Yea, no, Echo made a few good points he did catch, he thinks as he steps out of the cab and onto the platform, Y'know... Mass consumption of a marketed holiday, all that shit.

It still didn't stop vod'ika from making his own costume.

Echo, as he stumbles out of the cab — last to exit — sports a bit of a cop-out. He's in Five's armor, sporting a drawn on 5 and a poorly shaded goatee. Commander Tano had insisted it was a great look (having helped apply the look before insisting she had her own Hallowe'en business to attend to at the Temple), but Fives has to admit it brings a bit of a blow to his ego. Even being his genetic match, his best friend looks more like Echo now: awkward, quiet, and already regretting being here.

The line isn't bad, but Fives admits he's freezing his ass off by the time they do get in — and whatever sort of marketing campaign 79's pulled for the lucky bastards on leave at the time of Hallowe'en worked. The place is packed; tonight there are more civvies than usual, too. Fives makes note as Jesse roughs up his shoulders and swats at his wings.

"Gotta find a lil' devil fer you, vod," he calls over the base.

Fives snorts and reaches up to adjust his poorly made halo.

Jesse's half-ass attempt at smuggler-turned-pirate-turned-half-trooper was something, better than some of the other troopers in here who had decided 'decorated war hero' was enough of a costume. Kix, by his side, is in a clean set of scrubs and a white coat he's stolen from one of the civilian doctors.

"A little cold?" the medic calls, grinning wolfishly.

"Fuck off," Fives chirps back, shoving them both roughly to move on — because truth be told, yes, this white compression tank and shorts weren't doing much to keep him warm. A drink will warm him up. And judging by how crowded the upper mezz was, he'll be sweating his ass off in no time.

As he weaves through the crowd with the gaggle of Torrent Company members, Fives ignores the burn of his muscles. The last mission is still clinging to him — but, tonight he can let loose. He's got a whole week of leave to look forward to. And with his luck, maybe he won't have to go back to the barrack's tonight.

Maybe.

Maybe.

At that very moment, in all honesty, he wasn't expecting to see you there at the bar.

The Republic's Auxiliary Corp was comprised entirely of natural-born civilians — folks who usually took on the more supportive roles of engineering, nursing, and communications to name a few. You happened to be The Resolute's lead communication officer; the one, who in lieu of Admiral Yularen, often gave debriefs and mission reports on his behalf.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Aux Corp to party at 79's, but... You? Last you'd said, you'd sworn off 79's. Too many coworkers and, apparently, enough grab-ass to last a life time.

Despite being an ARC Trooper with the Grand Army of the Republic, despite outranking most by a mile, Fives has to admit his intimidation is real when he sees the other communication officers by your side — and while rank means fuck all at 79's, he can still feel the tension is his back wind tight.

Then your eyes meet his.

Sonofabitch, you're wearing wings like him.

You and Fives were... an interesting pair.

It was no small secret there was something going on here — but Echo never really knew how to exactly broach the topic with his vod. Fives was unusually quiet about this particular genre of flirting he did with you, be it between debriefs or in the line at the mess. Either way, it didn't stop the ARC Trooper from seeking out other means of distraction. Nor you, if truth be told.

And now, Echo is seeing this all come to a head.

"Well, well, well," comes your voice, high and tight above the bass; your face is covered with glitter, intricate make-up highlighting your features as the lights from the screens overhead replay the latest final match of bolo-ball, "If it isn't the boys in blue."

Your entourage is comprised of familiar faces — communication specialists and intel officers — but it's you that Torrent Company gravitates towards. Fives leads the charge. He's content to saddle up beside you, squeezing in-between the small space you make at the bar. The others make small talk, and find spots to flag down the bartender.

For now, it's just the two of you, locked in conversation and proximity in a sea of troopers, civilians, dancers and waitstaff.

You watch Fives turn his face up to the holiday themed menu — and then you reach for one of his wings.

"Nice costume."

The ARC Trooper snorts, attention now fully on you. You raise your drink, some odd looking creme thing in a wavy glass with a gummy dianoga hanging off the edge. His brown eyes twinkle with a little bit of mischief. You catch it easily.

"If you wanted to coordinate, you only had to ask—"

You laugh at that, offering up a sip of your drink.

Fives takes it, and with warm, calloused hands tips it back. He seems content enough with it, granted it's fruity and colorful and less likely to knock him on his ass. When he hands it back, he has to lean in a little closer as the music hikes up a notch.

"You look beautiful."

His cheek brushes yours and you smirk as you fiddle with your straw. When he leans back, half-occupied with giving his order to the bartender and half-distracted by you, you figure this was a long time coming — this back and forth you've been doing with him has been months in the making.

And, maybe you'd just hoped you'd catch him here.

His hand falls to your knee as he leans forward over the bar, answering something Kix called out to him about with a tight nod.

It's warm and rough against your bare skin.

(He did that on purpose.)

The matching costumes was all luck.

In a blink, he's back and leaned close into your space with his elbows on the bartop. His hip brushes your knee as you cross your legs and lean with one elbow on the counter. The shared proximity lends itself to a bit of privacy all while the club around you seems to tip into extended chaos.

Fives is... well. He's interested. He's been interested. More interested than he usually is — and that sort of admission is the stuff he tends to shy away from. He's got a big heart. The last thing he wants is to go and break it. Hence, the volley after volley. Slow and steady. A steep climb towards something more real, maybe.

And here he is, nearly nose to nose with you at the bar, dressed like a god damn angel. You're dressed like one, too. But... Yours is better. Prettier.

Very pretty.

"I thought you said you didn't do 79's?" Fives asks, breath hot against your cheek.

You smile timidly, flashing your eyes to your compatriots over his shoulder. Your lashes flutter as you call over the bass. "Consider this a forced outing."

Fives grins; his eyes crinkle at the corners and you watch with bated affection — his arrival had come at your third drink of the evening. Everyone knew 79's tended to over pour, but... Lights alive, you were going to be feeling this tomorrow. You're already regretting your shoe choice.

Fives is slid his drink by the bartender — a tall glass of some amber liquid you assume is that Coruscanti lager your roommate had been raving about. His halo hangs lopsided on his head as he cocks a smirk.

"C'mon," he chirps, tipping back his beer and taking a long swig, "It's not that bad."

Truth be told it wasn't — but there was really only one trooper you had your sights on. You're lucky enough to his his center of attention now.

You brace your chin in your hand and reach to adjust the crudely made headband. Fives grins.

"No, it's not that bad, and I like Hallowe'en," you supplement; your fingers brush his cheek before you reach back for your drink. Garbage Compactor, the menu called it. You pop the gummy into your mouth and nudge him with your knee, "But it is better now that you're here."

The words make his heart leap — and he doesn't bother to hide the sheepish reaction that brings him to hang his head and ward off a bright smile. It's his turn, once he's composed himself, to prop his head up in his hand. He's mirroring you. His eyes roam your face closely.

For a moment, you're the only two people in the bar.

Then, his free hand finds your knee again.

It's a thoughtful touch — he's admiring the warm, smooth curve of your skin. His hands are calloused and warn from war; and you find yourself squirming in your perch at the bar.

The tension is wound tight like a coil.

"Didn't have a date to match with?" he asks, half jest, half seeking confirmation that this is okay. That he can touch you like this, that he can buy you a drink, that he can inevitably steal you away to the murky privacy of a crowded dance floor — because now, he's seeing this. He's seeing you. He knows that he can have this... if you'll let him.

"No," you adjust your wings as you wet your lips, "I, uh... no."

You shrug, then, with a tipsy look that makes Fives beam. It's cute. You're cute. This sheepish, sweet, happy look you've got about you is different from the one you usually wear on the bridge. You're capable, intelligent, witty... and now he's seeing a myriad of other facets that he finds just as enamoring.

Fives is distracted. His eyes hold your own.

"I look like an idiot," he says suddenly with his trademark humor that's enough to break your moony-eyed stare, "And here I am, trying to put the moves on you—"

"They're working," you laugh, waving off his evident sheepishness, "And it's not a bad costume, really. Captain Rex would applaud your ingenuity."

"He wanted to kick my ass," he says, leaning in to laugh over the music; his nose is against your cheek again as he waves with his beer, "Was about to cite me for gross misuse of GAR medical supplies—"

You're laughing, hand on his chest.

"How much gauze did you use?" you call out, poking at the wings.

"Too much!" he says, swatting at your own wings, "Shoulda just called you up—"

The suggestion is enough to lock you both in that same sticky tempo as before — but this time it's you who settles into it neatly with a smile. You offer a playful shrug.

"You could of."

Fives' smile is slow. He asks in a playful way, chin jutting. "What?"

"Called me," you explain as you loll your head to the side, "You can, y'know. I'd like that."

He's — god damn it, you're good at this. You're good at disarming him. Usually he's better at navigating this sort of thing, but... with you it's different. With you, there's a weighted pressure of succeeding.

He takes it. He runs with it.

"Yea?" he asks, hand on the bar and other fiddling with the wing of your costume, "You'd like that? Or me?"

The suggestion isn't lost on you. Your smile is bright.

You stretch, leaning up to speak closely. "Are we really gonna keep playing this game?"

Fives hand moves to your hip — the proximity is making his head swim. He turns his head and his nose brushes your cheek, just below your eye. You toss him a look. Half challenging, half sugar-sweet. Every bit some beautiful visage of an angel.

"Can I kiss you?" he calls out suddenly, brown eyes flicking to your lips.

You blink, unsure if you heard him. "What?"

"Can I — blast it," he leans in, nose to nose, and speaks again, "I'm asking if I can kiss you."

Immediate understanding blossoms on your face and your reply isn't verbal — it's a coordinate kiss that catches him by surprise. Fives makes a small sound against your mouth before settling, melting, and anchoring his hands to your frame.

His hands are big and warm and the hold he keeps on your waist is near crushing, as if you'd fly away at any moment, and you ease into the control he seeks at the kiss — all while the world continues to thrum alive around you.

After all, 79's was a haven for things like this: lucky troopers and lopsided lip-locks, all while their brothers cheered from behind their own drinks. Only tonight, wings provide a partition from the Hallowe'en festivities.

Well worth it.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Late Arrival. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he can’t wake you up for a proper homecoming.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mentions of masturbation (male and female), sleepy sex?? (I don’t know how to refer to it), calling Spencer daddy (duh), fingering, reader trying to be dom and Spencer teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of praise kink.

Word Count: 3.2k

A.N: I saw @fics4arainyday​ put that she wanted someone to write this concept, so i did! I hope you like it! Also, I’m bad at ending fics so 😬... sorry! 

link for lingerie I refer to: x 

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It had been 3 agonizingly slow weeks since your fiancé had been home.

Being engaged to an FBI profiler wasn’t always easy. The days, even weeks being apart, Spencer coming home at all hours of the night too exhausted to stay awake and spend time with you, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries being states away on those occasions.

But in all honesty, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nobody else could make you laugh the way Spencer did. Nobody else could make you think the way Spencer did. Nobody could lovingly annoy the crap out of you the way Spencer did. And most importantly, nobody could fuck you the way Spencer did.

He has been gone for 3 weeks, but the week before he left, there wasn’t a lot of sexy time going on since you were busy with your own job. It was the occasional quickie before having to rush getting ready for work in the morning, a quick mutual masturbation session on a lazy weekend, but no real “wake the neighbors” fuck that you were so desperately craving. Keeping a healthy sex life was important to both of you.

So when you got the call from Spencer that the case was finally over and he would be coming home that same night, you knew it was go time.

You didn’t have much self control when it came to online shopping when Spencer was gone, what else were you supposed to do? The goldfish you two had as a pet wasn’t much company.

So you had treated yourself to a few new pairs of lingerie. Spencer was going to love all of them, but there was one in particular that you knew he was going to lose his mind over. It was baby blue see through with a floral pattern throughout the slip. It left very little to the imagination but that was your favorite part about it. Technically you were supposed to wear some sort of underwear but the slip looked better without it.

You took a hot deep shower and pampered yourself a few hours before you knew he was going to be home, that way you were nice and relaxed and ready for his arrival. You kept your hair simple since Spencer would be pulling at it all night. But you did put some makeup on just to enhance Spencer’s favorite part of your face, your eyes.

The mood of the room was set; the bed was perfectly made, the candle you had given Spencer for a “just because present” called “Bookstore” smelling like mahogany, leather, and coffee; lit on the bedside table. It was meant for him but you enjoyed it much more than him. All that was missing was Spencer.

You looked at the time on your phone, only 10 more minutes before Spencer was due home. You lay on your side of the bed, flipping through tv channels to find something to watch to occupy your time.

***

Spencer turns the key to turn the car off, he drops his hands from the steering wheel into his lap, letting out a deep sigh. He could have been home over 3 hours ago but the jet back home was having engine issues, so the team had to fly through a regular airport… which meant waiting for a flight.

The case wasn’t particularly a rough one emotionally, it was just long. Spencer missed you like crazy within the first few days of being away. Late night phone calls weren’t the same as physically being with you.

Spencer grabbed his satchel, leaving the rest of his baggage to lug up to the house until tomorrow when he had enough rest. As he’s walking up the driveway he can see the light on from the kitchen, signaling you were awake and waiting on him. He knew how much you hated waiting, so by now he knew you were seething with rage. There was about to be a lot of apologizing he was going to have to do. Spencer unlocks the front door, dropping his bag next to the front door and kicking his shoes off right next to it.

“Babe?” Spencer calls out, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the back of the couch. He listens for an answer, but all he hears is the slight murmur of the tv from your bedroom.

Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt as he walks down the hallway to the blue hue of the tv shadowing onto the floor. He steps into the room, spotting you curled up on top of the comforter fast asleep. Before he could appreciate how adorable you looked, softly snoring, he noticed the little outfit you were wearing. You laid there on your belly, one leg straight while the other bent up on the pillow next to you.

He scans your body through the see through fabric, spotting the lack of underwear on your lower half while your butt was fully exposed to him. You were practically a step away from being naked. He quietly walks over to the bed and touches the hem of the slip and carefully hikes it up your butt, not earning a reaction from you.

Spencer quickly sheds his shirt off and throwing it off to the corner of the room along with his dark slacks, kicking them off quickly. Spencer carefully climbs into the bed behind you, laying on his side and palming himself through his boxers to get himself hard, which really didn’t take much as his eyes rake over your body and his imagination runs wild about all the things he was about to do to you. He hisses as he strokes himself harshly, his cock growing harder every second.

Your body shifts next to him, a low grumble coming from your mouth as you shift in bed onto your side, your ass now completely facing him.

Spencer’s eyes widen seeing you move, he didn’t want to get caught stroking himself less than a few inches from where he wanted to be. He finally scoots closer to your body, resting his hands on your bare hip, your skin a little cold from the lack of bed sheet or clothing on you. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly slipping in between your folds, not yet sliding in. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down you, finding you were already a bit wet.

Your whole body jumps a loud gasp filling the room which makes Spencer pull himself back. Your head turns quickly behind you to look at Spencer, a little glimmer of fear in your eyes. “What the fuck?” You whisper yell at him.

“I’m home. And I see you left a present for me.” He says, whispering in your ear. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hand moving down your thigh and lifting it slightly for easier access.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty annoyed you were so late. I’m kind of not in the mood anymore.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you cocked your eyebrow at Spencer.

He licks his lips, a smirk on his face appearing as he picks up on the little game you’re playing with him. “No? Well I think I have some apologizing to do.” Spencer says, moving the strap of your outfit out of his way, kissing up your shoulder and over to your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his soft lips pecking at your skin, a low hum coming from deep within your chest.

“You know I missed my girl so much while I was gone.” He says, his hand traveling up the underside of your outfit all the way up your stomach and up to your breasts, kneading one in his large hands as he spoke in your ear. “I missed waking up to you.” Kiss. “Seeing your beautiful face.” Kiss. “Hearing those sexy moans about how good daddy makes you feel when I’m touching you.” Kiss. “And how wet you get without me even trying.” Kiss.

You were putty in his hands, the game of trying to be tough was no longer working, and Spencer was fully aware of it.

His hand leaves your breast and goes back down to between your legs, his fingers running over your inner thighs, intentionally skipping over your core.

You whine as his fingers tickle you, scooting your body back against him. “Spence.” You pathetically whine, taking his hand and leading it to your throbbing middle. You keep your hand on top of his as you feel him play with your slit, feeling all the wetness that was seeping out of you.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, kissing the spot below your ear.

“Please, baby?” You beg, turning your torso enough to look at him, pouting your bottom lip out ever so slightly.

His fingers part your lips, finding your bud immediately and slowly drawing lazy circles around it. Your body reacts immediately, relaxing against his body as he massages you. Your hand moves back to tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to yours, your lips meeting for the first time in 3 weeks. His fingers continue to work their magic, as you two heavily make out with one another; his tongue slipping into your mouth and yours into his.

Your body quivers as Spencer drops his fingers down to the pool of wetness between your legs, two of his fingers slipping inside.

You pull back from the kiss, gasping loudly. “Fuck.” Your eyes flicker to his face, your mouth agape.

“It amazes me how tight you are. I’ve been with you for almost 6 years and it’s always so amazing.”

You moan in response, not being able to form words at the moment.

The room is filled with the sounds of the wetness Spencer is drawing out of you and your breathy moans. Your high was coming quicker than anticipated, Spencer could feel it in your body and could see it in your face.

You cling onto his forearm, keeping him in place. Spencer liked to play games like denying you of your orgasms, but you weren’t going to let him this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fought to keep them open but you were far too overstimulated at this point. The knot came undone as you clenched around his fingers, a string of curse words and desperate moans fall from your mouth as you ride your high out.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Spencer coos, still slowly drawing what you have left out as you try to regain your breath. He kisses your cheek and moves his fingers out of you carefully. “Do you want to taste?” He questions.

You roll over onto your back, nodding your head and grabbing his hand, bringing it up to your lips, and letting him slip his middle and ring finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them harshly.

Spencer looks at you in admiration as you look up at him with innocence in your eyes. “I love that I’m the only person that knows how much of a dirty girl you are.”

You open your mouth to let his fingers free, smiling at him. “And I like that I can be your dirty girl.” You say, wrapping your fingers in his curls and bringing his head down to kiss him. “Come here, I want to give you your welcome home celebration.” You say, moving him off of you.

“Normally I’m all for that, but I need to be in you. I’m not going to last long if you use your mouth.”

You sit up on the bed and get up onto your knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up too. You straddle his lap, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing both of your thumbs on his cheek, feeling a bit of stubble in his face. “You look tired, my love.”

Spencer smiles, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. “Not too tired to finish.”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “No? You can go all night? Multiple times?” You teasingly question.

“We can test that theory tomorrow. But right now, we have 3 weeks worth of tension we need to work out.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask.

“Be my guest. I like the view.” He smirks, laying back down against the mattress, his hands gripping both of your thighs.

You get into position, holding his cock steady while you lower yourself down slowly.

Spencer rolls his head back on the pillow, grunting loudly as he feels your tightness around himself. His hands move up your thighs and under your outfit to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You rest your hands on his chest to keep balance, slowly starting to rock your hips against him. Your eyes stay glued to him, watching how his lips were parted and light moans were falling from him. “Do you like that?”

Spencer nods his head, his eyes focusing on your chest bouncing up and down in rhythm of your movements on him. He was trying to focus on anything else in the world to prevent himself from cumming too early.

“Tsk, tsk… words baby.” You tease, scratching his chest with your nails. “You never don’t know what to say.”

“It’s cute when you try to be the one in control.”

“I know I’m cute. You tell me quite often.” You retort with a wide grin.

Your comment earns a laugh from him, playfully rolling his eyes at you. Spencer begins to buck his hips up quickly, taking you by surprise. His fingers move the straps down your shoulders, helping you move your arms out of the straps as you continue to move on top of him. He moves the top half of your outfit down under your chest, his hands like magnets and begins massaging your breasts.

“Fuck, daddy,” You whimper, holding his forearms as he fucks into you. “That’s so good, you’re so good.”

Spencer sits up, letting you take control again. His thumb finds your clit, starting to rub it slowly, his soft brown eyes watching you melt into his touch.

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, small whimpers leaving your mouth. You lean your body forward and nuzzle your head into Spencer’s neck. You start to kiss his pale skin, raking your teeth against it.

“Mmm, fuck.” Spencer moans out, applying more pressure to your clit as he feels a small pinch on his neck. “You going to cum for me again, pretty girl?”

“Not yet.” You whine in his ear.

“I’m going to move you. I want to fuck you.” Spencer says, moving your body off of his, earning a whine from you as his cock leaves you. “Bend over for daddy.” He says, helping you lay flat on the mattress while your butt is in the air, facing him. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, my girl.” He says in a low voice, both of his hands kneading your ass.

You whine pathetically, pressing yourself against him. “Daddy, please.”

Spencer smiles, grabbing his cock and slowly sliding back inside you. “It’s cute when you try to take control, but even cuter when you’re a whiny mess.” His hand grips the back of your outfit to hold onto as he fucks you from behind. This was his absolute favorite way to have you because of how hard he could slam into you, but the reaction you gave was even better.

Your hand finds his wrist and holds onto it as he  thrusts into your dripping pussy. He could feel how you were coating his cock every time he drew himself back out of you. “I love your cock.” You mutter out.

“This is your cock, baby. You take it so fucking well.” He grunts out, now struggling to keep from exploding. Anytime you fully submitted to him, he was done for.

You had such a strong personality outside of the bedroom that most people wouldn’t believe you were submissive 9 times out of 10.

“Am I your good girl for taking you so well?” You question, looking behind you to look at Spencer with innocent eyes.

His heart and cock fluttered at both your question and your eyes, you always played the innocent card so well. He grabs all of your hair in his hand and gently pulls it back toward him, making you whimper again. “You’re always a good girl for me, my love.” He responds. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He thrusts into you harshly with each word.

You start to rub your own clit, bringing your second orgasm to the surface for the second time tonight. “You’re going to make me-fuck-me cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy.” You were gasping as you spoke, desperate for your release.

“Cum for me, let go my girl.” Spencer says, taking over for your fingers to help bring you to your height. He rubs you quickly, trying not to lose it before you.

Finally you feel your walls clench around his cock, both of you moaning loudly. You moan Spencer’s name along with multiple curse words as he continues to rutt into your sensitive hole.

Spencer pulls out quickly, rubbing himself as he feels his own climax coming to a head.

“No, come back. Put it back in me, please.” You whine, reaching behind you to find Spencer’s cock and lead it back into you.

“You want me to cum in you? You want it inside you?” Spencer groans, seconds away from losing it.

“Please. Cum in me, Spence.” You beg, meeting his thrusts.

Spencer thrusts one last time before he spills himself inside of you, his grip on your hips squeezing as you slowly stop throwing your hips back against him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He whispers, his eyes shutting as he feels the tip of his cock tingle.

Both of you stay in place as you try to regain your composure. You can already feel your eyes flutter closed, heavy from being tired. Spencer finally pulls out of you, making you hiss and lay flat on the bed.

“Baby, come on, we gotta go clean you up.”

“No.” You whine, closing your eyes again.

“You need to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. We have this conversation every time you’re too tired to get up. Come here, I’ll help you.”

You poke your bottom lip out into a pout as you reluctantly get out of bed, holding Spencer’s hand as you walk into your bathroom together. He helps clean the mess inside you up with a wet towel before leaving you alone to use the toilet.

Once you’re all settled, you walk back into the bedroom, finding Spencer getting the bed ready for both of you to lay down. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from behind tightly. Spencer happily hums, reaching behind himself to touch your arm.

“I love you.” You say, giving him a squeeze.

“And I love you.” He says, pulling you around to give you a kiss on the lips. “Do you want to sleep?”

You nod your head, climbing into bed first and getting comfortable right away as you watch Spencer slide in next to you, laying on his side to face you.

You grin ear to ear, kissing his chin. “Hi baby.”

“Hi pretty girl. You good?” He questions, lightly touching your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod. “I’m perfect.”

Spencer brings you into his chest, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulder. “Yeah, you are perfect.”

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His Protector-Fred Weasley x Reader

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Summary: At the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred is saved by (Y/N), a close friend of the twins. Both have always had feelings for the other, and in true cliche fashion, neither have admitted this. Years after the battle (where things are somewhat back to normal), the twins have remained friends with her, but it’s only at a Weasley family party does (Y/N) finally say something.

Characters: Fred Weasley x Reader, George Weasley x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mentions of death, PTSD, injuries, blood, lots of fluff

(A/N: This is quite long! And also the first time I’ve written for Harry Potter, blame it on my FYP on Tik Tok)

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There were no dry eyes from anyone gathered in the Great Hall. It was full of students, resting from the battle and treating injuries, or mourning over friends who didn't make it. Some were huddled together as they sobbed, others keeping to themselves as they tried to stop the horrifying images keep playing in their minds.

The Weasley’s were gathered around Fred, who was laid out on a makeshift stretcher, tears streaming down their faces as they waited for some sign of him waking up. He had dried blood on his face and partly in his hair. When he was first carried in, their immediate thoughts had been he was dead, because he seemed so lifeless. They were extremely grateful when they realised he was breathing, and he had a heartbeat.

Molly stroked back her son’s hair, trying to calm herself down as to not alarm her children. Never in her life did she think they would have to go through something like this, especially at such a young age. These were her babies, and she was going to protect them with her life like any mother would. George sat beside Fred opposite his mum, praying that his brother's eyes would soon open. Although it had been confirmed that he would be alright, albeit with a few injuries, seeing him lying there made it feel like he wasn’t with them anymore. Suddenly, Fred began to stir, scrunching up his eyes and moaning as he felt the pain throbbing through his body.

“How you feeling Freddie?” George quickly asked as the family got closer.

Fred mumbled something, but no one could understand. 

“What was that Fred?” Molly quietly said.

“(Y/N)...”

“Who? Who are you talking about?” Molly was sure she had heard the name before, perhaps when the boys were still at school. 

“(Y/N), where is she?” Fred moaned.

“I don’t know Freddie.” George replied.“I haven’t seen her since you were brought in.”

“Is..is sh-sh-she a-alive?” Fred was still weak, struggling to speak.

“Fred, please, just rest for now.” Molly begged, not wanting to see him in pain any longer.

“Sh-she’s d-dead?”

As the family struggled to keep Fred still and stop him from panicking, Ginny backed away, knowing the only way Fred would settle was if she found (Y/N). When Fred was carried in, (Y/N) had also been brought him right behind him, but they were separated. She was taken off towards her friends, and in the heat of the moment, Ginny hadn’t questioned if she was alright, making her feel awful.

Although (Y/N) had been close to the twins, she hadn’t been as mischievous as them, not wanting multiple detentions or to get in any trouble as much as they did. It was a surprising friendship between them, especially when (Y/N) was so nice to Ginny, despite the age difference; she was always surprised that the boys never invited her round to their home during the holidays. Because she saw how Fred would sneak glances at the girl, always rolling her eyes at how obvious he was being with his feelings, yet neither one did anything about it. 

Ginny ignored the calls from her dad when she set off in the hall to find (Y/N), bombarding her peers with questions, desperate to find her as quickly as possible. Luckily amongst everyone, she spotted (Y/N)’s friends huddled on the floor, holding onto the unconscious girl’s hands. Ginny startled them as she rushed over.

“Is she...” Ginny started.

“She’s alive. But she’s weak.” one of her friends sniffled.

“We need to move (Y/N).” Ginny demanded.

“What?” 

“She needs to be beside Fred.”

“Why?”

“She just does! Come on, help me move her. Please!”

The girls glanced between each other, and they knew Ginny wouldn’t be requesting such a thing for no reason. They struggled to navigate her body on the stretcher through the people, Ginny going ahead and commanding that they move out of the way. All eyes were on (Y/N), wondering why they were moving her. Ginny gently ushered George and her father out of the way, the men helping lay (Y/N) down on the floor. Fred also watched, slowly turning his head to look at her, expecting to see her beautiful eyes staring back. But when he saw they were shut, he panicked. He shakily reached out for her hand, struggling to find it as they were crossed over on her stomach. George took on her hands, placing it in Fred’s, smiling at the size difference.

Molly and Arthur looked at each other, wondering why this girl was so special to Fred and also why they hadn’t been told much about her.

“This is (Y/N). She saved Fred’s life.” Ginny explained to her parents."She's alive Fred."

Fred didn't reply, still staring at her and grasping onto her hand. His mind flashed back to seeing her save him, hearing how angry and upset she was as she shouted out her spell, somehow defending him from his death and saving herself. He had blacked out before he could see if she was safe. Although he heard Ginny, it didn't make him feel any better. He just wanted to see her eyes open. That was it.

"(Y/N)." he tried to raise his voice, but his throat was so hoarse that it came out as a whisper. He tried shaking her hand slightly, and again, he was too weak to even do that.

George held (Y/N)'s other hand, trying to help his brother wake up their friend. He too wanted her to wake up, and not just for his brother's sake. Her eyes fluttered open, then quickly shut again. Instinctively she was going to rub her eyes until she realised her hands were preoccupied.

"What's happening?" she breathed out, looking around at the Weasley family.

"You're safe dear." Molly reassured her.

"You're alive." Fred smiled, relief flooding through him.

(Y/N) only realised it was Fred talking beside her, breathlessly laughing as her head lulled to the side. There he was, alive just as she was.

"Fred? Oh my...Y-you're here."

"All thanks to you." George smiled, squeezing her hand.

"I'm so..." she gulped before continuing."I'm so happy you're both safe."

"Please don't do that again." Fred begged.

"Do what?"

"Put yourself in danger to save me."

"Don't be stupid Freddie. You can thank me later."

"Let me guess...lots and lots of chocolates."

"Exactly."

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(Y/N) yawned as she packed up her things from work, tired after another long week. She passed co-workers, waving goodbye and smiling as she left the building. As she put on her hat, she looked up at the sky, smiling at the sight of snow falling. It was turning dark, and seeing the snowflakes illuminated by the street lights made the street she walked down everyday look beautiful. (Y/N) took her first few steps towards her route home, suddenly stopping for an unknown reason. Something was pulling her in the other direction, she wanted to take a different path today.

Following her instincts, she walked in the opposite direction, hypnotised by the weather around her. Once she reached the end of the street, she looked up at the sign post, and the only part of it not covered in snow was the one that said 'Diagon Alley'. She hadn't been down there for so long, she hadn't seen two certain men for so long.

Why was she headed there? And of all the times to go, why now? She hadn't seen the twins for months, not because she didn't want to, but because she was so busy, as were they. Continuing her walk, she thought back to how often they would spend time together, especially after what happened to Hogwarts. She needed solidarity, she needed to be reminded that Fred was still there, that she didn't dream saving him, it had to be real. (Y/N) would regularly visit them, or vice versa, trying to act like everything was normal and that they weren't effected by anything that had happened.

The shops were closed, she could see the owners locking up, beginning to tidy everything away. Lights were dim, signs now said 'closed' and she was one of the few people left in the street after a busy day of shopping. As (Y/N) approached 'Weasleys Wizard Wheezes', she grew nervous, wondering if this really was a good idea. She hadn't seen them for all this time and now she was suddenly turning up on their shop doorstep? Was it rude? Was she being stupid in thinking that they would be totally fine seeing her after a working day?

Mustering up as much courage as she could, (Y/N) forced herself to the front door, seeing that no last minute customers were left. She tried opening the door, luckily it was open, and let herself in.

"Sorry, we're closed!" a voice shouted out.

"Even for me?" she cheekily called back, giggling when a confused George poked his head around a pile of boxes.

He grinned, practically running towards (Y/N) with his arms open wide."Where have you been little miss?"

"I'm sorry, I know this is a random visit but...I don't know, I just thought of coming to see you and Freddie."

"You're welcome here any time of any day. You know that."

They pulled apart, still smiling."Thanks, I just feel bad that I've not made much effort."

"Hey, we're all busy now. Don't worry about it. I'll go get Fred, he's going to love this!"

George was ecstatic as he dashed off to find his brother. All of them were to blame for not catching up more often than they used to, and he had seen how it effected Fred. They had all been each others support system after the battle, but it was clear that Fred and (Y/N) hugged a little tighter than they used to, looked into each others eyes longer, and smiled as much as possible when together. George had always wanted to set them up (he would have preferred involving pranks somehow) and that old itch was back. These two were hopeless with their feelings for one another, he just had to give them a little push in the right direction...into each others arms.

"Freddie!" George exclaimed, laughing when his brother almost dropped a box out of fright.

"What?" Fred sighed as he recovered, placing the box on the floor. He just wanted to get the stock out for the next morning and go home.

"Come see who has paid us a visit."

George said no more, going back to the shop floor, leaving Fred rolling his eyes as he followed. He rolled up his shirt sleeves as they slid down his arms, not paying much attention to his surroundings. So when he looked up and he saw her, his mouth dropped open, shocked to see (Y/N) standing there.

"Would you just get over here and hug me?" (Y/N) joked, though not as boldly as she used to.

Fred just laughed as he did what she said, reaching down to wrap his long arms around her. She had miss how he held her, how tightly he clung onto her, as if it were their last hug ever. George just stood there, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for them to finish.

"What are you doing here?" Fred asked.

"Just wanted to see you both." (Y/N) simply stated.

"Well I'm glad you did."

"How about we go for some drinks? It is the end of the week after all." George suggested.

(Y/N) nodded."Yeah, I'm up for that."

"Well then, let's get packed up Freddie."

(Y/N) offered to help, but the twins refused. They came in and out of the stock room, being as quick as they could. (Y/N) took the opportunity to walk around, see what items they were selling. There were some new products, but most were older classics. She reminisced over all the times the boys used pranks such as the ones in the shop, and how they could sometimes get a lighter punishment, just because everyone loved them. She took part in a few schemes here and there, but only the harmless ones, the ones that would only land her in detention if they got caught.

She came to a stand that held numerous love potions. She smiled as she remembered making Amortentia in her lessons. That had been an awkward class. No one wanted to be picked on and asked what theirs smelt like, not in front of their peers. (Y/N) knew who's hers smelt like as soon as the lid of the bottle popped off.

"No luck in the love department then?" George smirked as he put on his coat.

"Hm?" (Y/N) hadn't been paying attention, thinking back on old times.

"Still not found 'the one'?"

"Oh, no, I don't have time for any of that."

"Well, hopefully Mr Right just stumbles into your life." George was growing more excited by the second.

"Yeah, hopefully."

"Right, ready to go?" Fred appeared.

"Yes-Oh!" George startled them."Freddie, I just had a great idea."

"Oh here we go." (Y/N) joked.

"(Y/N) should come home with us, to the Burrow, for mum's party!"

"A party? Why is your mum throwing a party?"

"Dad got a little bonus at work, mum thinks it's something to celebrate. And it's an excuse for her to get the whole family back together."

"That is an amazing idea actually." Fred beamed.

"I can't impose on something like that. Especially since it's a family thing."

"Nonsense." the twins said in unison.

"Are you sure? I mean, I haven't seen your family for so long."

"Mum would love it." Fred reassured her.

"OK then!" (Y/N) grinned."I've always loved a Weasley party."

"That's settled then," George opened the door,"we'll discuss the details over those drinks that are waiting for us."

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Smoothing down her dress once again, (Y/N) checked her tights for any holes or ladders. She had planned her outfit a week before the party, changing her mind countless times before she finally decided on what she wanted to wear. All morning, her heart had been racing, stomach twisting into knots as nerves got the better of her. Why was she so nervous? She had met the Weasley’s many times, she even stayed the Burrow!

There was a knock at the door, meaning the boys were here to pick her up. Sighing, she checked herself one last time in the mirror before going to answer the door. As she opened it, she noticed it was only Fred standing there, no sign of George.

"Hi, where's George?" she asked as she let Fred inside the flat. She took a note of the smart-casual shirt he was wearing; thank god, she was dressed correctly.

"He's waiting downstairs. Said he can't be arsed to walk up all those stairs. Even though there is a lift..."

"Since when did he become so lazy?" (Y/N) giggled, grabbing her handbag and keys. Turning back around, she saw Fred staring at her.

"(Y/N), you look..." Fred was speechless, which was rare for him. He always had a witty remark, a joke or a flirty comment at the ready, but when he was around (Y/N), those words seemed to get stuck in his throat,"...beautiful."

(Y/N) smiled, ducking her head to hide her blush."Th-thanks Freddie. You look very handsome too."

There were so many more words that he wanted to use to compliment her. He wanted to slap himself for using such a basic word. (Y/N) was gorgeous, she was dazzling, he could believe such a smart, independant and caring woman was in his life. Why did he have to stutter or forget how to speak when he was around her? The real words he wanted to say were on the tip of his tongue, but they would never leave there.

Awkwardly laughing, they left the flat, meeting George outside. George noticed their pink cheeks but didn't mention it, knowing they had embarrassed themselves enough in front of each other.

The journey was full of banter and inside jokes, making it seem like they were students again at Hogwarts. (Y/N)'s nerves about seeing the Weasley’s again had disappeared, but new ones emerged. And they were all because of Fred. (Y/N) wasn't stupid, she had always had feelings for him. But after the battle, she hadn't snatched him up, something held her back, and she just couldn't bring herself to even talk to Fred about it, like any other normal adult would.

The Burrow was just ahead, now the nerves were taken over by excitement. Fred and George reminded (well, warned) (Y/N) how excited their mum was going to be, but she didn't mind. It would be great to receive such an inviting reception. She walked between the twins up to the house, letting them go in first, hesitating slightly as she took in how many people were there; they weren't joking when they said everyone would be there.

"Mum, look who else we brought." Fred struggled to say as he was smothered with kisses across his face.

Molly finally let him go, her smile turning into a shocked expression before letting out a scream, making everyone jump. She didn't waste time bringing (Y/N) into a bone crushing hug. (Y/N) would have laughed if she could breathe, but didn't complain.

"Oh, it's so good to see you dear! It's been too long since you've been back here." Molly held (Y/N)'s cheeks in her hands, looking at how the young girl she knew had turned into a beautiful woman.

“I couldn’t say no when Fred and George invited me.” (Y/N) said through squished lips. 

“Alright mum, give her some air.” George gently chuckled.

“Oh, this is so nice.” Molly beamed, glancing between (Y/N) and Fred, who was already looking at her. 

It took a good ten minutes for the twins and (Y/N) to greet everyone. She always forgot how many Weasley’s there were, some she had not seen for years. Homemade food was laid out on the table (far more than what was needed), everyone nibbling at anything they fancied as they spoke over drinks. There was a toast held for Arthur, who humbly thanked everyone, bashful over Molly’s speech; and she didn’t leave out mentioning how lovely it was that the family was extending, referring to (Y/N). She had blushed too much recently, avoiding eye contact with Fred as everyone stared at the pair who were stood together.

The day was moving on too quickly, it was becoming dark outside, and she didn’t want the night to end. The family had split into groups, still having much to talk about. (Y/N) decided to refill her drink, parting from the others to head to the kitchen. Just as she found another bottle to open, someone appeared beside her. Craning her neck upwards, she flinched back as Fred held out her coat to her, along with her hat, scarves and gloves.

“We’re not leaving are we?” (Y/N) frowned, not wanting to leave.

“Just popping out.” Fred smiled.

After getting wrapped up, (Y/N) followed Fred outside. Once again, it was lightly snowing, starting to stick to the ground which was already frosty, the sound of grass crunching underneath their shoes. She nonchalantly looped her arm through his, snuggling into him (if he asked, she would blame it on the cold), her heart fluttering when Fred instead wrapped his arm around her shoulders, meaning they could be closer. They didn’t stray too far from the house, Fred casting Lumos to light the way. There was a crumbling stone wall which Fred confidently hopped onto. (Y/N) waited for some part of it to collapse, and when it didn't, she joined him, having to jump higher to reach the top. He laughed, forgetting how much advantage his height have him almost everyday.

"We've never sat here before." (Y/N) commented.

"Honestly, I didn't even know it was here."

"So we were just wandering around?" (Y/N) smiled.

"Yeah." Fred confessed.

“How come you wanted to get out of the house?”

“Uh...I wanted to, well, I thought we could talk.”

“About?” she dragged out the word.

“When I saw you again, after all this time, I realised what an idiot I’ve been.”

“What do you mean?”

“Obviously we’re busy, we’ve both got jobs and it’s always harder to meet up. But I regret that so much. After...what happened at Hogwarts, you were my rock, I always felt normal around you, as if nothing had happened. We were able to carry on with our lives like we had planned. When I didn’t see you, I would lie awake all night with that image of you beside me in the hall. It would never go away.”

“Why have you never told me any of this?” 

“I’ve been too scared to reveal anything. I didn’t want to bring anything up, because who would want to be with someone who is still stuck in the past?”

“I would. Fred, you’re not alone in this. I’ve always felt the same. I visited you all those times because my mind would make me think that I never saved you. And if I hadn’t....I don’t know how I would have gone on. Because if I didn’t have you in my life-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, please. We’ve been through so much that we shouldn’t have. But we’re here now, together again.”

Fred held her hand, slowly interlocking their fingers. They both looked down, butterflies erupting in their stomach. The pair glanced at each other, quickly looking away when they realised how close their faces were.

“Why are we acting like kids at school again?” (Y/N) laughed.

“You’re asking the guy who owns and runs a joke shop with his brother, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped being a kid.”

“We did, once.”

“(Y/N), we don’t have to think about that anymore. It’s in the past.”

“Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember the last time we were in a situation like this? When you actually had the courage to ask me to the Yule ball?”

“And we went as friends?”

She nodded.“Yep. You know, I was a little disappointed when you added that part.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was sort of hoping you would ask me out as well. Then when you said that, and I just gave up trying. You never noticed me flirting anyway.”

“I never asked you because I never knew. And you also had guys after you so I didn’t think I had a chance.”

“Are you joking? Fred, no one else was wanting to date me.”

“Now you’re the one who is joking.”

“Well...”

“Well?”

“Let’s not make this more awkward than it already is.”

“Oh it’s awkward now?”

“Fred!” (Y/N) exclaimed but couldn’t help laughing along with him.

“No, no, I’m enjoying this.”

“Fred Weasley, after all this time being idiots and wasting time not being together...”

“What? Did you change your mind-”

(Y/N) didn’t know how to say it, instead closing the already small gap them and kissing him. Fred was shocked by how forward she was, but wasted no time kissing back. Her hands cupped his cheeks as Fred’s hands wound themselves around her waist. This had been long overdue. As they pulled away, breathless from the passionate kiss, Fred started to chuckle.

“What is it?” (Y/N) asked.

“Mum is gonna scream when she finds out about this.”

[plentyoffandoms]

Unexpected Love (Part 2)

Tommy Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: none

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Part 1 can be found here.

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Summary: f/Reader & Tommy Shelby finally get to go on that date.

YN'S POV:

It has been a few weeks since I last saw Tommy. We keep making plans to go out for dinner or even lunch for our date, but something keeps coming up.

We are both busy people and I truly have no idea when we can get together, but I am hoping soon.

The Christmas holidays are fast approaching and it is hard for not only the students, but for the teachers as well to focus this time of year.

The children have been practicing for days for the Christmas recital and even though I love the children...they can't sing.

And I have to pretend that I love every single second of it. But they are children and this is all new and exciting for them.

Being on stage infront of not only their classmates but some parents as well, can and will be nerve racking for them.

But after the fourth straight day of them practising singing Jingle Bells, I have had enough.

"You all did wonderful but I think we should have an early start to our weekend." The children were excited and didn't question it and neither did the teachers, thankfully.

Now I am on my way to the Garrison to start my weekend early.

And hopefully I will see Tommy there as well.

I didn't find Tommy, but I did find Harry trying to put decorations around the bar.

"Good afternoon Harry." I called out.

"Good afternoon Miss LN." He said from atop of a step ladder.

"Do you need help with anything?"

"Oh no. Just trying to get this place ready for tomorrow night. Arthur decided to throw a Christmas party."

Smart idea on Arthur's part. Good way to make money.

"Nonsense Harry, let me help you." And that is what I was doing when Tommy and some members of the Peaky Blinders came in through the front doors.

Tommy Shelby POV:

Myself, Arthur, John and some other Peaky Blinders were heading to the Garrison.

"When will you be seeing YN next?" John asked as he put a fresh toothpick between his teeth.

"Going to ring her up tonight and ask her to the party tomorrow."

"Odd to see that you and her are actually going to be going out. Never thought it would happen."

"Neither did I John."

Arthur was about to say something but stopped. I looked at him and then I looked around the pub and was pleased with how well Harry decorated the place.

Then I heard her laugh. The same laugh I have heard in my dreams over the years. I turned to where it was coming from and I tried not to smile at the sight that I saw.

YN was wrapping tinsel around Harry and he was complaining about how itchy it was, while she was laughing and telling him how gorgeous he looked.

"What is going on here?" I asked with a stern voice. The two of them looked at me and I tried to keep a straight face but YN saw the small smile on my face.

"Just wanted Harry to look more festive is all Tommy."

"We can decorate him tomorrow but for now customers will be coming in soon and he needs his arms to pour drinks." Arthur said while trying not to laugh.

YN playfully pouted and took the tinsel off of Harry and went to go and grab her coat and hat I believe.

I waved my hand to the other guys and they went to the back room and away from me.

John gave me a smirk and asked me if I was going to be joining them. "No, you and Arthur got it tonight."

John and Arthur both clapped me on the back and left me alone.

I didn't have to wait long for her and she appeared with her coat, hat, and gloves.

"Do you have any plans for tonight YN?" A pretty smile came over her face.

"No I do not."

"How about that date we have been wanting to go on."

"I would like that very much."

I put my hand on her lower back as the two of us walked to the automobile. I helped her get in and then we were off.

"I see that we have left Small Heath. Now where are you taking me Mr. Shelby?"

"Only to the best restaurant around Miss LN."

She kept naming restaurants but they were wrong. They are good but not the best around in my opinion.

We pulled infront of the building and the slight gasp that left her mouth was all that I needed to know that I picked a good one.

"The Exchange Tommy? You need reservations for this place." She said to me as I helped out of the automobile.

"Don't worry YN. I have everything under control." The door was opened for us and we walked straight up to the host.

"Name?" He asked me.

"Thomas Shelby." He looked through the list.

"There isn't a reservation under that name."

"Check again." He did once more and he was going to say that my name wasn't there and turn us away but luckily for him, a waiter came to his rescue.

"Right this way Mr. Shelby. A table just opened for you."

YN and I walked through the restaurant and the other patrons were looking at their plates or the floor, anywhere but us.

"Hope this suits you Sir and Madame." The waiter said.

"Thank you. It will do just fine."

I held the chair out for YN and she sat down as did I.

"I never thought we would actually get to go on this date Tommy." I took her hand, which was on the table in mine.

"I didn't think so either but I was going to ask you to the Christmas party at the Garrison tomorrow."

"We can still go." She said and I smiled.

Our date continued for the night. Us talking about our lives until we had met again.

"Who is Charlie with tonight?" YN asked.

"With Pol."

I asked her the question that I wanted to ask her since my party.

"How did you find out about Grace?"

"Esme told me."

What?

"How do you know Esme?"

"Met her a couple of years back, just after she married John. I had no idea she was married to him at the time and then we kept in touch."

I waited for her to continue talking.

"I called her up one day and asked her for lunch. She told me about going to Grace's funeral and how the whole family needed to be there for Tommy."

I sat there stunned.

"I wanted to reach out but I had no idea if I should of."

"We met when we were supposed too YN."

We finished our meal and left the restaurant. Our trip back to Small Heath was filled with laugher and joy.

Something I have not felt in a long time and I didn't want the date to end.

"I don't want our date to be over." YN said to me.

"Neither do I YN. Want to go and see Aunt Pol and Charlie?" She nodded her head yes and the two of us went to Polly's place.

We walked through the front door and I was not expecting for Arthur and Finn to be there, nor John and Esme.

YN walked right in and gave each of them a hug. Pol held YN for so long, just like she used to when we were younger.

Charlie was wide awake and I was informed that he went down for his nap alittle late.

But I didn't mind that when I saw YN, with Charlie in her lap, talking with Arthur about what music to play for the party.

"It is like she never left." Pol said as she stood next to me.

"I know."

"She will be good for you Tommy. For you and Charlie." Pol was right but I wasn't going to tell her that.

Instead I sat down next to YN and put my arm over her shoulder. YN leaned into my side and Charlie seemed to cuddle more into her chest.

This is what I need. I never thought I would ever feel whole again after losing YN the first time and then losing Grace.

But now I have YN back in my life again and not only does my son love her, but so does my family.

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[fuck-customers]

My work started forcing us to make people sign up for emails a few months ago and it has been HELL.

Now that's all management cares about- I feel like someone could walk up to the registers and stab me and I would get in trouble for not getting them to sign up for the emails.

They've also been giving us horrible low hours (under 12/week) and supposedly the more email signups we get, the more hours we get. It's been over 6 months and the hours have not changed. Not even for the holiday rush. I got 16 hours TOTAL for the week before Christmas and the week of Christmas (2 WEEKS= 16 HOURS WTF) We were insanely busy and absolutely needed more coverage, but they refused.

I HATE it. I'm not a salesperson and I wholeheartedly believe the email crap is bullshit and is just a way for corporate to steal customers' personal information and advertise to them. (And no, it's not a rewards system. The SM forced me to sign up when I made a purchase and it's literally spam advertisement emails.)

I personally am also hard of hearing and I can usually get by most of the day by using context clues to figure out what people are saying, but trying to understand the specific non-logical letters that are in an email address is HELL (ex: I can figure out if someone is asking where the bathroom is when I mishear them because it sounds like bedroom, but if their email is rosegrows3223@gmail.com that is a very specific word and is extremely difficult to decipher)

And no, we are not provided with any notepads or paper or anything for customers to write the emails down on. And if we fuck up a letter or two, we can't redo the email, the register just cancels the entire signup and is ready for the next transaction and there's no way to go back and redo it.

*insert Andy Samberg screaming guitar gif*