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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

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Part 14: Finale

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Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

And here is the final part of Vulnera Sanentur! Thank you so much to everyone who has read, commented, liked and reblogged my work, it has been a complete labour of love and I can’t thank you enough for your feedback 🖤

When you wake up later that morning, the mild May sun is pouring in through the windows, the curtains not fulling closed last night. You're pleasantly warm and comfortable, noting that you're in your own bed between the two warm bodies you adored. You smile to yourself, feeling relaxed and rested, the first time in so long. You take a moment to look at the twins, their sleeping faces and forms and take a long look, feeling explicitly happy and grateful that this was your reality, that you'd made it back and that everyone was safe. You ran your hand over George's chest where you were resting, feeling the soft material of his T-shirt over the hard, tones plains of his chest and smiled to yourself, taking pleasure in even the soft snores he emitted in his sleep. You turned slightly on your tummy and looked at Fred who slept much more quietly than his twin but still with his mouth open just a little. They both looked so peaceful that it was almost sad to wake them but for the first time in so, so long, you woke up with a need, an ache that only they could get rid of.

You tried to silence any negative thoughts in your mind, your unpleasant thoughts that they wouldn't want you, wouldn't desire you anymore and tried to be brave, realising that you wouldn't know unless you tried.

You pushed the covers down, first from George and then Fred, running your hand over Fred's chest and across his tummy. You heard him take a deep breath in his sleep from the delicate disruption and smirked to yourself, hoping to wake him slowly but indirectly. You noticed very quickly that he was much more 'excited' than his twin, a faint bulge already beginning to show in his pyjama pants and you bit your lip to stifle the excitement you felt.

You shifted just a little so that you were closer to him now and began pressing gentle kisses to his neck, the hand you weren't using to balance yourself running across his neck and shoulders until he was squirming under your touch, beginning to be pulled from sleep.

"Mm, princess?"

You didn't reply but instead sucked harder on his neck, tongue licking at the area you were focused on and you heard him gasp, hands immediately reaching out for you. You felt powerful, motivated, like your arousal was consuming you entirely, pushing away logical thinking as your hand slipped lower and lower until you were cupping his erection through his pyjamas.

He groans quietly at the sensation, bringing one of his hand up to bite on his fist, trying to stay quiet. It seemed that the lack of sex and intimacy had affected him just as much as you and every little touch was igniting a strong sensation in him.

His other hand wandered down your body until he was grabbing a handful of your bum through your own sleep clothes, his grip hard as he grabs a handful and shakes your bum, slapping at the same spot as your lips begin kissing at his clothed erection.

"Can I?" You ask, looking up into his eyes, seeing them watching your every move.

"Please princess," he replies, lifting his hips slightly as if he's chasing your touch. You smirk and begin to pull down his pyjama pants until his erection springs free, beautiful, glorious sight that you had kissed very much.

You shift your weight and rest on the side near Fred so that your hands can begin wandering down George's body now, hoping he'd wake up soon with the same intent that Fred had. He begins to stir as your hand strokes over his groin, a bulge forming that rivals his brothers as you lean down to take Fred's cock into your mouth.

His loud groan is enough to alert George to what's happening and you begin to sense the other twin waking as you slowly suck his brother, wetting his cock with your mouth as you sink lower and lower. You slowly bob up and down, taking your time and using your tongue to memorise every vein and bump on his gorgeous cock as you tease him. You feel a hand on the back of your head and look up, seeing George looking down at you with intense, aroused eyes. You paw at his pants, wanting him bare and he immediately raises his hips, freeing his own erection so that you were faced with the most delicious choice.

You pulled yourself up onto your knees, bum high up in the air so that you could free both of your hands to take each brothers' cock into your hands, slowly beginning to pump them. Both of them emitted a perfectly synchronised groan as your hand grazed them, tugging gently and squeezing in all the right places, just how they liked it. You leant down and took Fred into your mouth again with a fresh intensity, licking all around his delicious tip and hollowing your cheeks to give him the perfect amount of suction. You then pulled off and switched it up, taking George into your mouth and giving him the same treatment, delighting in the glorious gasps and mins that escaped from their mouths.

Your hand never stopped working over each of them, reaching down to gently caress their balls and very gently squeezing their base as you sucked, giving them even more pleasure.

"Angel, want to feel you, please can I," George pants as you pull off his cock and back to his brothers, taking a moment to catch your breath in between.

"Please, please," you reply desperately, needing to feel them, your core aching with unresolved arousal.

You pull away to throw off your pyjama bottoms, not caring one bit where they landed. Fred leaned forward to grab the bottom of your T-shirt and silently questioned you with one look, checking that it was okay. You sat straighter up on the bed and peeled off your T-shirt, completing baring yourself to their eyes. Fred's mouth opened in a little 'o' as he looked at your bare body, eyes fixed upon your breasts and George looked just as enamoured by the sight. You smirked gently and leaned back down, bending over and pushing Fred back onto the pillows so you could resume your sucking, desperate to feel the weight of them on your tongue.

George's hand crept over you as he shifted just enough to pull forward whilst you were occupied with taking Fred further and further down your throat. His hand reach out to caress your naked body, his big hand stroking over your hip and onto your bum before creeping ever closer to your waiting center.

His fingers slipped over your puffy, wet labia and you gasped into Fred's cock as you felt George's finger running down the crease of you, over you dripping hole and catching your throbbing clit with one single swipe. You took your mouth off of Fred and let out a loud moan, head flinging back as you get George's finger slip between your folds and push delicately into your hole, the feeling consuming you with blistering pleasure. You began pumping Fred again and took him back into your mouth, reaching out for George's cock too and his finger dipped in and out of you with teasing strokes. It was delicious agony and you couldn't wait for more, your hips beginning to wiggle as you silent pleaded for more. You hear him chuckle and immediately ku felt two of his long fingers prodding at your entrance.

"So tight," George says in wonder, "can't even get two fingers in you baby. S'been so long since you've been filled hasn't it," he coos as your hips rock, moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips stretched wide around Fred's throbbing cock, making him moan and grunt in reply.

"I need to taste her," Fred says, reaching for your jaw as he cradles it tenderly, his other hand shifting to cup your left breast, his thumb dragging across your pebbled nipple. "Take George's cock sweetheart, that mouth is so good."

He man handles you into position, slipping out from under you until he's kneeling behind you, your entire focus now on George and his deliciously curved cock. Your mouth waters and you can't help but place a few teasing kisses down his belly, following his little happy trails until your mouth is once again wrapped around his cock.

You let out an obscene moan as you feel Fred's tongue slipping over your folds without warning, the pointed end catching deliciously on your throbbing clit, his hands wrapping around your thighs. He starts slow, building up the intensity as he leaves no spot untouched, pulling your little Kabila into his mouth to suck on, kissing your outer, puffy lips and drinking down the wetness that seeps from your excited core. He groans into your pussy as more and more arousal drips out of you, his tongue not missing a single spot, leaving you a breathless mess. George's hands reach down to cup your breasts, pulling and flicking your nipples which only increases your pleasure.

Suddenly, Fred pulls away and you're reeling, chasing him with your hips, desperate for stimulation. He shifts on the bed and claims your pussy again, his big, angled nose now pressing against your clit as he laps up your arousal, tongue and then fingers poking into your hole as he feasts on you.

You can feel your climax building at an alarming speed and you pull off of deep throating George's cock to cry out that you want to be filled, want to cum with their cocks inside you.

"George," you hear Fred say as they both pull away. You don't see or hear their exchange but it's clear only moments later when George slips in behind you that Fred had offered for his twin to take you first.

Fred slips back infringe of you and immediately pulls you in for a passionate kiss, his hands wandering over your breasts and over your neck as he pulls you up just a little to rest your arms on his shoulders. His cock is pressed against your hip but he doesn't make a move for himself, choosing instead to keep kissing you.

You can feel George from behind, his impressive length lining up with your dripping pussy, his hand guiding his cock. You feel his hand at your hip as he breaches your little hole and you gasp at the intrusion, not having felt any penetration for months. His tip is bulbous and perfect, immediately stretching you out even with just the tip inserted.

"Angel, is that okay? Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop straight away, okay?" He breathes into your ear from behind and all you can do is nod, already needing more. When he pushes his hips forward and his cock sinks even further in, you let out an obscenely loud moan, pulling away from Fred's lips as your head falls back, the fullness consuming you.

"George don't stop, please I want more!"

He lets out a loud groan and pulls back before pushing forward again, this time much harder. You cry out again, clawing at Fred's shoulders as George begins to fuck you, his hand anchoring your hips to his as he fucks into you with abandon, no longer concerned.

Fred smirks into the kiss you can barely keep up with, George's cock hitting each and every pleasure point inside you as your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. Fred immediately reaches out for your swaying breasts and begins massaging and flicking at them, reaching down with his face until he could bite and suck at your tender nipples, still supporting you with his wide shoulders.

He reaches down for his cock and you can't help but watch as he pulls his hips back just a little until he guides his tip just beneath your folds where you part, rubbing against your swollen clit with his tip. You moan louder and louder, over and over again as you're completely stimulated, his thick cock dragging against your clit to increase your pleasure. Your orgasm approaches you in no time and you feel yourself clenching on George as you race towards your finish, not one part of your body unattended as the twins fuck you perfectly.

"I'm gonna, oh George, oh!" You cry out, the white hot heat of your climax consuming you as you clench around George, hips moving on their own accord as you fuck your self back on his cock. He groans and cums with a shout, no longer able to hold back. Fred pulls away from your overstimulated clit and kisses your breasts, licking and sucking at your nipples to extend your pleasure. George has a bruising grip on your hip, keeping you anchored to him as he fucks you through his orgasm and even a little after, unable to pull away from the pleasure.

He kisses the back of your neck as his hips slow, pulling you upright and encasing you in his arms, his hands replacing his brothers on your breasts as he sucks at the back of your neck, cock still lodged deep in your pussy, plugging his cum from leaking out do you.

"I love you, so much," he says, panting as he tries to catch his breath. You twist your head around to search for his lips, kissing him passionately as you reply with just as much feverish desperation, telling him over and over again how much you love him.

"You love me too?" Fred asks with a mischievous grin from in front of you, trying to pull your attention back to him. You give George one last kiss and raise your hips until his softened cock slips out of you, a little trickle of his cum slipping out with the movement.

Your orgasm has only fuelled your desire and you crawl over to Fred with the most seductive, lust filled glance you can give, watching as his tongue slips out to wet his lips in anticipation. You kiss him with such passion that he doesn't expect it, falling back into his hunches as you slowly push him down further, wanting him on his back. Your arousal only doubles as you slowly feel George's cum dripping out of you, needing to be filled back up. You kiss down his body and take his bobbing length into your warmth mouth again, revelling in his groan as he reaches out for you. You suck him with abandon, ensuring he's as excited as possible before you suddenly pull off and straddle him, rubbing your dripping wet centre across his length as he groans. His hands immediately attach to your waist and you can see his gaze drifting over your breasts. Empowered, you reach down and grab at your own breasts, shaking them and dropping them as he watches on with the most delicious look on his face.

You can't wait any longer and you lift your hips, reaching down to grab at his perfect cock and sink down on him, both of you crying out at the same time in pleasure. There's no build up or teasing anymore as you set an intense, passionate pace from the start, riding him with expert precision until your breasts bounce, your hips undulating and circling in the way you know drives him wild. His hands drift everywhere over your body as if he doesn't know where he wants to touch and when you reach down with your right hand to teasingly circle your clit, he growls and throws his head back at the sight. You can already feel your second climax approaching, your walls clenching involuntarily as your hips rock harder and harder on his, taking every inch of him until there was nothing else he could give.

He reaches out with his hand and spanks you hard on your left buttcheek, temporarily throwing you off balance as you fall forward, his cock hitting a new angle inside of you that drives you wild. He begins fucking up into you, his hips thrusting off the bed as he groans without abandon. He leans down and takes your tits into his mouth again, sucking and slurping at the sensitive flesh as you cry out, desperately bucking your hips to meet his powerful thrusts. His hand cracks down on your ass multiple times as he spanks you over and over as you ride him, each hit making you cry out his name and fuck harder. He suddenly reaches out and grabs your hips, holding you still as his thrusts get harder and tougher as you feel him cumming. He fucks hard and deep, keeping you pinned to him until the last moment when he pulls your hips down onto his so that every single inch is filling you, his hips rocking but still as he cums, the hot seed filling you from the inside. All of this makes your own climax bursts out of you and you squirm and clench around his huge length buried inside you as your second orgasm washes over you, just as intense if not more so than before.

You're sweating and breathless as you come down, feeling like the aroused haze you were in is slowly slipping away. You can't help but smile as you gain full consciousness again, the orgasmic haze making you feel loopy.

"I love you," Fred says, pulling you down for a much gentler, sweet kiss.

"I love you so much," you reply, leaning down to kiss his again, running your hand through his sweaty and completed dishevelled hair.

"Both of you," you say, turning to reach out for George who had been sat back on the bed, allowing you and Fred to have your moment. He's hard again, having watched you just get plowed by his brother and you can't help but smile, reaching out your hand for him to join you.

You slip off of Fred, gasping at the sensation of his cum slipping out, having mixed with George's to really fill you as you pulled George beside you, hand instantly reaching out for his excited cock, stroking him in just the right way until he came for the second time, all over your tits.

"Fucking Merlin," Fred says to himself, rubbing his hands over his face as he looks between you all, completely bare and you covered in cum. "I'd say we made up for lost time."

"Speak for yourself big boy," you say with a smirk, "there's at least seven more positions I want to try before I feel like we've made up the time."

"Seven?! Dirty girl," George says, reaching out to tickle your ribs as you fall into his and Fred's lap, across their bodies.

"Six then, three each," you say with a wide smile, feeling absolved of your sadness and pain, even if it was just because of the high of pleasure you were still feeling.

"Sounds more than doable, I'd say," Fred grins, one arm resting over his eyes and one reaching out to stroke your thigh lovingly.

"Me too," George agrees, beaming down at you. You picked your lips and he chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as you lay your head in his lap, completely unashamed of your nudity.

"Wanna start now?" You hear Fred say, his fingers slowly trailing from your thigh towards your centre.

"Already?" You gasp, pulling away from George to raise you head, looking towards Fred, who looks completely unfazed by your scandalous gasp.

"He got to cum twice did he not?" He says with a nod of his head towards George who just smirks smugly at his brother.

"Bloody twins," you mumble, immediately attacked by the two brothers beside you.

It's early afternoon by the time you all pull yourselves out of bed and into the shower, having truly made up for lost time. You felt insatiable and addicted, satisfied but still seeking more, exactly how the twins had felt too. Eventually you managed to peel yourselves away from each other and get dressed, trying to look presentable for dinner at the Burrow. You'd cursed George out for leaving love bites all over your neck and then Fred when you'd found one on the side of your breast. Luckily, with a wave of your wand they were concealed and you'd warned them both not to leave any more marks between now and then, at least until after dinner when they could do anything to you.

"Want to use the floo?" George asks, looking at you with adoration as you pull on a little summer dress and a cardigan to cover your shoulder, checking yourself for any sex induced marks that you might have missed.

"Yeah, so much easier," you reply, grabbing your bag as you both wait for Fred to join you.

"I think that's the first time I've seen my dick soft all day," he says, walking out of the bathroom, laughing to himself as he continues drying his damp hands. You can't help but laugh and move towards him as he approaches.

"Don't get used to it," you tease seductively, smoothing down a pack of wild hair around his ear. He groans and dramatically throws his head down onto your shoulder, buckling his knees as if he's weak.

"Great, I'll never get it down again."

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"So, something I've been thinking over," Hermione says later that night as you all sit around the lounge. It's cramped with so many bodies but in stark contrast to how you felt before, it felt wonderful to be surrounded by your loved ones again. Everyone was there, including Percy, much to Molly's delight and everyone had been sharing stories of what had happened whilst you'd been away, some good and some bad. Ron and Hermione had once again done the majority of filling in the others on your own experiences, with a little input from Harry but this time you felt no resistance, glad that everyone could be told and understand what you'd been through. Bill had offered you multiple reassuring looks throughout the recollection, watching you carefully as the story of Godric's Hollow was recounted. You'd given him a wide, beaming smile that seemed to vanquish his concerns and he's smiled back at you with equal vigour, relief in his eyes as he listened in carefully, now understanding the full story. You'd held back some of the details, mostly about the private memories shared by Severus that no one else needed to know, keeping that for yourself. You'd proudly told them about the Lebetum and how he had protected you all multiple times, trying to get them to see that he was always behind you, never relenting in his support of the right side. He's been a spy for Dumbledore and had done it so convincingly that everyone around him had turned on him, though he was never really in the wrong.

"How did you figure out how to kill the snake? How did you know what to do to sever your connection?" She asks, looking to you as she grabs hold of her steaming cup of tea. You felt every pair of eyes in the room on you but didn't faulter, smiling and chuckling to yourself as the memory played out.

You turned to Fred and George, sat beside you on the sofa and smiled, "remember when Snape had me translate all those texts from Latin?"

"Yeah, you did nothing but complain about it for weeks," Fred says cheekily, slipping his hand onto your thigh. George chuckles, nodding along.

"Well in his memories, it showed him writing it into Latin for me to translate back," you said with a smile, shaking your head gently at his crude sense of humour.

"I always figured it might have been Latin but I couldn't figure out what Expecto Dominum Meum meant until Mr Ollivander translated it for me and he laughed. I await my master. When I connected with the snake, just before the death eaters arrived with Harry, it said something to me in my mind, when we found out she was a maledictus, seek me. Only it didn't sound like seek me, it echoed and warped in my mind, all different sounds coming out. It said seco, secaro, sectum. All of them are Latin phrases for Sever, cut, divide, withdraw. The curse that Severus created was Sectumsempra, it cuts like a knife, severing the skin. Sever. I used the venom I took from my shoulder and severed her skin with mine."

"Sever-us, all along," Hermione says in shock. You nod, finding humour in the irony.

"Sever Us," you nodded. "Then I healed her with the incantation."

"The same one you used on George," Harry adds and you nod, looking back at him.

"When I saw his memories, he showed me everything. How Dumbledore had recruited him, how he created the Lebetum, gave me the Latin book and had me offhandedly learn it, gave the Lebetum to Dumbledore to give to me. I only figured out the main clue right at the end."

"What was that?" Hermione asks, completely intrigued and hanging off your every word.

"Remember what the Minister said when he gave me the Lebetum? I leave this Lebetum, in the fond hope that you will never need this. Hermione, do you still have your copy of Beedle the Bard?"

She nods and summons it from her bag which is directly beside her, the extension charm going strong.

"You remember 'The hopping pot'?" you ask, nudging her towards the right chapter.

"Yes, it's the story of the old man who passes on his, oh," she says, realising the punchline.

"What?" Ron asks, missing the vital piece of information.

"He's a potioneer who uses his magic to help others and credits his potions pot, or cauldron, for his antidotes. When he dies, he passes it on to his son in the hopes he'll continue his work. Inside the pot is a single note that reads, 'In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it'."

Everyone looks from Hermione, back at you, feeling their eyes on you again.

"After I watched Snape's memories, I saw the Latin glossary on his desk and checked what Lebetum meant, it was familiar but I couldn't place it. It meant Cauldron."

"Well, it sounds like you had great protection," Arthur says, following the stunned silence that lingers after your disclosure. "And more importantly, a great friend." He raises his glass and says with a warmth to his voice, "to Severus Snape!"

Everyone joins in, non louder than you as you toast to your lost friend, the mentor that had loved you and protected you even past his last breath. A tear forms in your eye but you blink it away, not wanting to feel anything except joy at this celebration. Fred, closest to you, leans over to kiss your cheek and you share a little smile between you, both knowing the depths of his sacrifice for you.

Bill stands then, holding up his glass once again as he turns to look at you, sending a playful wink in direction. "To Harry, Hermione, y/n and Ron, for sacrificing so much of themselves for the lives of everyone and for their bravery and toughness," he says in a clear voice. The toast is echoed around the room by everyone as they raise their glasses to you, Fred and George particularly loudly and you laugh, shooting a smile at Bill for his choice of words.

"And for the fallen," Arthur says, standing up straight once again, "may they now find peace and their actions always be honoured."

You think of Remus and Tonks, then of little Teddy who had lost both his parents in one night, just as Harry had all those years ago. You think of Madeye, Dumbledore, Sirius, Dobby and Severus, so many wonderful people lost along the way. You vow to honour them in every possible way throughout your life, never letting the importance of their sacrifices dim. From the moment you discovered Snape's true allegiance, you had vowed to yourself to clear his name, to undo all that had been done to conceal his true affiliation.

In all that you had endured, you had learnt so much about not only yourself but about resilience, about darkness and pain and what hate can do, but also most importantly about what love could do. As you looked around at the roomful of people you loved, none more so than the twins sat beside you, you pledged both to yourself and silently to them that you would surround yourself with love, knowing what good can come from loving yourself and others.

Epilogue... 19 years later.

There's an obvious buzz that seems to seep through the wall between platforms 9 and 10 at Kings Cross on the 1st September, entire families making the very important, annual pilgrimage to the magical platform. As you enter the platform, you notice that it's pure organised chaos with whole families stood around, a complete spectrum of emotion on display as the steam train hisses as it prepares to make it's main journey. You look around for your friends and relatives but don't see any of them yet, knowing you were a little early.

"Mum... mum! I've forgotten my scarf!" Your eldest daughter Aurora, or Rory for short, says from beside you in a panic. By the time you'd stopped, stopped the rest of your little flame haired party, and then turned to her, George had already pulled off the scarf from around his neck and had placed it on your daughter's previously empty neck.

"Thanks Daddy," your daughter says with a smile, once again reaching for the handle of the luggage trolley as she wheels her her trunk forward to the meeting point, pausing as she spots her friends in the crowd. She looks at you hopefully and you smile with a nod, encouraging her to join her friends, all of them vivaciously chatting about what their 5th year would be like.

"Finn! Griffin! Pay attention to where you're going!" Fred calls out towards your identical twin sons who are rallying ahead, racing each other's trolleys to see who can get to the pre-arranged spot first. Hard to believe with their actions that they were about to enter their 3rd year but it only took one look at their fathers to explain their behaviour. You shoot Fred a mischievous smile that conveys your humour at his words, the full circle moment showing in its entirety as you watch the ringleader of the original twins now trying to get his own children to mind the rules. He playfully shoves you and you can't help but laugh as he walks ahead, calling out to Finn and Griff again.

"Mum, there's uncle Bill!" Your youngest son, Henry, says as he squeezes your hand, pointing his finger out towards where you can see Bill, Fleur and their kids making their way through the bustling platform with a wave towards you all. "Mummy, why can't I go with Griff and Finn?"

You look down at Henry and give him a warm smile, pausing briefly as you look up at George, seeing him giving the exact same smile towards your youngest. You crouch down so you're a similar height to him and smooth back his fire red hair, the exact same shade shared by his twin older brothers and daddies.

"It'll be your turn soon sweetheart, only 3 more years now. Finn and Griff had to wait until they were 11 too, same as Rory and all your cousins."

"But everyone's starting before me! Even Lily! I hate being the youngest," he says with a sad pout and your heart breaks just a little for him.

In an ironic twist that seemed to mirror your own experience at Hogwarts, your twins Finn and Griffin had started two years before Albus Severus and Rose Granger-Weasley, just as Fred, George and yourself had with Harry, Hermione and Ron. Rory started two years before them just as her uncle Percy had started two years before you and your husbands and it seemed that a new Weasley grandchild had started Hogwarts every year for the past 6 years. Henry was the youngest of all the grandchildren and was only 8, meaning that he'd be with you for a few years before starting off on his own Hogwarts adventure.

"Being the youngest isn't a bad thing at all sweetheart," you say, feeling a large hand on your shoulder as George also bends down beside you to face Henry.

"Can I tell you a secret bud?"

Henry nods, looking up at his daddy with his little sad eyes. "Aunt Ginny is the youngest of all of us and you know what, she's terrifying! So strong and more than able to put up a fight, she's been standing up for herself all of her life, especially against me and your dad," George smiles, reaching out for Henry's hand.

"It's true," Fred says, stepping in and reaching for his son too. "Being the smallest is actually a good thing, you can sneak around and you never get blamed for anything!" You immediately nudge Fred's leg and shoot him a warning look but he simply smirks, chuckling as you all watch Henry light up again.

The whistle blows just as the Weasley's congregate, including the Potters and the Granger-Weasley's and you lovingly hug and kiss each one of your kids going off to Hogwarts, wishing luck to your niece and nephew as they start their first years.

"Got everything sweetheart?" You ask Rory, trying not to embarrass her by being too motherly and affectionate. She nods and surprises you as she reaches out for a hug that you gladly accept, a beaming smile on your face as you hold your eldest daughter tightly. "Do the best you can, we're all so proud of you already." She hugs her dad and daddy before climbing onto the train in the compartment with her friends and never looks back as they instantly begin chattering.

"Griff," you say reaching out for the younger of your twins.

"He's not Griff, I am!" Says the other twin from beside you, forcing you to bite your lip hard not to burst out laughing.

"Oh sorry Finn," you play along, knowing with acute maternal instinct that he is in fact not Finn. He smiles at you, now nearing the same height as you and for a moment it's like looking at Fred and George in their third year, the spitting image of his dads. You hug him close, laughing when another set of identical arms wrap around you and you hug both of your boys together.

"Go have the best time, we love you so much," George says, pulling his sons into a warm embrace, followed closely behind by Fred who hugs them both, messing up their hair at the same time as they grumble a synchronised 'daaaaad'.

"Bye Henry! We'll see you soon!" Finn shouts from the open window of the compartment, shouting for his little brother and waving, never forgetting him.

"Yeah! We'll send you a chocolate frog!" Griffin adds, sticking his head through the window too.

"Or two!"

"Bye!" Henry shouts, waving wildly as the train begins to pull away, no longer sad about his brothers and sister getting to go before him.

"Right," you say as the train pulls completely away, turning to face your youngest son, both of your husbands either side of you. "Now it's just us 4 again, who wants ice cream?"

Fred pulls you and George back slightly as you step through the brick wall back to the Muggle station, Henry skipping forward without a single look back.

"So when are we going to tell him that he won't be the youngest anymore?" He asks, placing his hand on your slight bump.

"That's what the ice cream is for," you say with a smirk, earning a chuckle from George beside you who also reaches out to touch your growing belly.

And all was well.

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[lady-of-endless]

Hi! Can I get a matchup for JJBA (any part) and Overwatch.

I am female, she/her, 25 years old, bisexual, ENFP.

I am a very ambitious person that loves to learn new things, I am an artist by profession and finished 2 art schools. I am a big art history nerd and love to talk about artsy and philosophical things. I am very extrovert and love to meet new people, I love going out and taking long walks. My main hobbies are video games, writing, reading, watching anime and movies and lifting. I am very friendly, love hearing out other people and I always try to understand their side and how they feel. I am very sensitive and tend to easily get attached to people. Romance wise I struggle to show affection to my partner, however I show it trough gift giving rather than physical touch or trough words. Overall in relationships I am very communicative and will always bring up issues or understand if my partner has issues with me and I will try to fix them always.

Appearance: medium length red hair, a mole above my lip, chubby build and short, pale skin and hazel eyes.

Author's Note: Hello again, I hope you will enjoy those. I can tell that you're so fun to be around. It's a pleasure to talk to you and thank you so much for wanting to do this trade!

(beautiful GIFs are not mine, all appreciation to the op)

Your Jojo's Bizarre Adventure matchup is...

Kakyoin Noriaki!

- An artist and a philosophy enthusiast? He's whipped, gone. He will find you absolutely mesmerizing. You two will click right away! And he will also get attached fast.

- However, before realizing that he's falling for you, you two get close to each other as friends first. It is known that he wishes not to feel alone anymore, and to have friends. Because you like to get to know people, you get to him. He's introverted and he finds your presence so refreshing.

- He's bewitched with your whole personality but his favorite thing about you would be your ambition. It just shines through, it motivates him, it gets him going too. He just loves watching your power, your strong ambition, and your kindness.

- He appreciates how you make things work so well in your relationship, making it very healthy. He also always wants to know if there's any problem he can fix.

- He is also a curious person with a desire to learn new things so please, tell him more about your interests, especially about art history. He can listen to you talk about it for hours.

- Please show him your art. Not only he will admire it and praise you for it so much but he also is moved by the fact that you want to show him.

- Romance-wise, even despite his introverted personality, he is extremely affectionate. He just craved showing his love and admiration for his special someone for so long. He has a lot of love to give to you.

- You're into lifting? He starts sweating under his clothes because damn he finds it so hot.

- Art museum dates are your thing. But when you get back home, you'll lose track of time, gaming with him. He will playfully provoke you during it.

- Oh and his Hierophant Green is so clingy with you since he sees how happy you make Kakyoin.

Runner up: Caesar Zeppeli- I feel like your artistic inclination and your extroverted personality charm him more than expected. You're much different than all the women he invited to dinner at fancy restaurants, you're a breath of fresh air, a change in his type, and it intrigues him.

Now onto Overwatch

Your Overwatch matchup is...

Lifeweaver (Niran Pruksamanee)!

- He came to my mind immediately after reading how you take time to try to understand other people's points of view because that's exactly what he does too, all the time. You two are a blessing.

- However, he has seen the cruelty of the world too so he wants to protect your kindness and friendliness from those who might use it.

- Your artistic nature is very interesting to him, very attractive. It speaks to him because he's also an artist, activist, and inventor. That's why you two click and get along so easily from the start. He will always be in the mood to admire your work and hear more from you.

- Your ambition powers up his. You two will always hype and support each other. A lot of people will be jealous of how well you work together as a team.

- He loves to get lost in deep philosophical conversations with you. You will both lose track of time during those calming moments.

- He'll always prepare beautiful bouquets of flowers BUT knowing how curious you are in general and eager to learn new things, expect him to pick the flowers having flower language in mind. He knows you'll probably like to discover what each flower type means when gifted and its symbolism.

- With this in mind, romance wise he also has gift-giving as a love language. Although he can't decide on his favorite love language. He's very affectionate and won't be afraid to hide it. However, he's not going to be suffocating or clingy.

- He is going to treat you like a queen, a goddess even, and not just in the relationship but from the very start. He respects you a lot.

- Will always ask about what you're reading and listening to you talk about it. He will ask if you could read to him as he lays his head on your chest because that's his heaven.

- Long walks through nature as dates! He's going to take you to the most beautiful places just to see you smile and get inspired.

Runner up: Genji - you're exactly what he wants in his life, you're definitely his type too. And even Zenyatta - he too admires your sensibility and kindness.

[enamoured-x]

Sweet Release | Part 2

Angel Reyes x Reader

Summary: Things don’t go as planned when you attend Ez’s party. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Angst

Word count: 4.8k

Excerpt: “Your salvation and your destruction kneeled before you, ready to prove to you how deadly the mix of the two was. Your angel on his knees ready to sin.”

*gif is mine!

a/n: thank you for all the love on this mini series! With that being said there will be a part 3 and it will be the final part! Enjoy! (part 1 can be found here)

Part 2

One long fucking month. Since the day you left Angel at the clubhouse with his come leaking out of you, you had been a wreck. Honestly, you were proud of yourself for holding it together so well when you broke the news to him. Maybe because you knew eventually you’d break. You were a mess. Hating Angel for what he put you through, hating that he led you to walk out on him in the first place. He tried calling every day for the first two weeks and then it simmered down to a call every few days. None of which you answered. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to block his number just yet. You still cared for him, still wanted to be able for him to reach out if something was wrong as long as it didn’t pertain to your failed relationship. You didn’t want to talk about how stupid that logic was because you knew keeping his number was because a part of you still wanted it to work. 

You played with the idea of maybe. But you couldn’t tell him that because you weren’t sure. You put yourself through all of his shit already and if he was going to do it all over again if you gave him a second chance you’d kill him. It would kill you. With that being said, you were going to let this play out. You knew you were supposed to get over him, knew you made a choice that day to end it with him. But a girl could dream that he’d make some grand gesture to win you back like in the movies, but this wasn’t a movie and Angel definitely wasn’t the romantic male protagonist. 

“Angel’s a mess.” You glared at Ez for bringing him up. You ignored his comment and sipped your coffee. You and Ez still kept in close contact over the month, sharing funny videos and checking in, just the usual stuff. Today he invited you to hang out and catch up since you hadn’t seen him since that day and you had agreed, happy to go somewhere that wasn’t work or your home. Happy to see your friend again.

“How’s pops?” You asked, trying to get the topic off Angel. You weren’t here to talk about Angel, he made his bed and now he could lay in it. If you were open to the idea of giving him a second chance, and that was a big if, he would need to do a lot more than having Ez tell you how miserable he’s been. You had been a wreck long before you broke up with him, he deserved to know what it felt like. 

Ez sighed and didn’t bring up Angel again, “he’s fine, he sends his best.” You nodded, making it a point to stop by soon and say hi, just because you and Angel broke up didn’t mean you couldn’t be friendly with his family still. They were practically your family. 

Ez twiddled with his coffee cup and you sighed. 

“Go ahead.” You told him, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. The outside seating offered you a breath of fresh air you desperately needed when talking about the one and only Angel Reyes. 

He stopped his movements and looked up at you, “what?”

“You obviously either have an opinion on the breakup or you told Angel you were meeting me and he asked you to tell me something for him. Hell, maybe you only asked to hangout with me to deliver a message. Whatever it is, spill it, Reyes.” You knew Ez enough to know when something was on his mind or when he was holding back. This was one of those times. You weren’t exactly mad at him for it but after your grief died out, you were just confused about Angel. You knew you made the right choice at the time but it didn’t mean you still didn’t miss him. It didn’t mean you were over him. 

Ez held his hands up, “I swear I just wanted to see you. No secret motive. If Angel wants to work things out with you, he can do it himself, I'm not his messenger.” You sighed. You knew he was telling the truth. 

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” He was still holding back. He may not be there for some ulterior motive but there was something. 

“You know I’m getting patched in…” He trailed off and you nodded your head. You were excited for him when he told you the news a few weeks ago. Ez had put all his time and effort in the club and he was finally going to become an official member. He deserved it. 

“The club is throwing me a party.” He stated and you shook your head. 

“No.” He scoffed at your answer and sat up. 

“Come on, you have to come. You don’t have to talk to Angel, just stay with me the whole time.” He begged. You groaned at the idea. 

“Ez, I don’t know. I don’t think it’s the best idea.” Showing up to the clubhouse just a month after you broke up with Angel and fucked him in the middle of it was probably not the greatest idea. 

“Please. You’re my only friend outside of the club, I want you there.” Ez’s brown eyes pleaded with you. You were his only friend and as that friend you owed it to him to show your support, even if it meant having to see your ex again. 

You bit your lip and Ez smiled, knowing he had you. 

“Fine, but I’ll be glued to your side the whole time you’ll regret asking me to come.” You pointed at him and he laughed. 

“This should be fun.”

You should’ve taken that as a warning. 

You hated the fact that you were putting effort into what you were wearing to the party. Trying on basically all the clothes in your closet. You figured if you were going to see Angel you had better make it good. Eventually you settled on a simple red summer dress, flowy enough to be innocent but short enough to showcase your legs. You opted for some white sneakers with it, deciding that you were definitely not going to dress up to this thing, Angel or no Angel. Either way, this night wasn’t about him or you, it was Ez’s night and you were going to be there to support him. 

Your nerves got the best of you when you pulled into the packed scrapyard, Chucky directed you where to park and you took a deep breath before stepping out. The party was already in full swing, people scattered outside and around the fire, already drinking and having a good time. 

“Hey, you made it.” Ez said as he walked up to you as you made your way toward the clubhouse. You had yet to spot Angel and you were thankful for it. 

“I told you I would come.” You pulled him into a hug and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and then led you inside. 

“Thought you might back out last minute.” He shrugged. You were about to say something when you saw him. The man who had taken up space in your mind this past month. The man you left after reaching one last high with him. He was laughing at something Coco said, his smile not reaching his eyes. You could tell that what Ez told you had been true, that he was miserable. He looked good, just not all there. Both men were standing against the wall, what stirred jealousy in you was one of the club hang arounds to his left touching his arm. You swallowed hard, you forgot that before you and Angel got together, he was a hot commodity amongst Vicky’s girls. Now that he was off the market, you were sure the women were jumping at the chance to share his bed, they probably already had. Lead filled your stomach once again. 

You were about to turn to Ez to take the beer bottle from him when Angel finally looked over and stopped in his tracks. Gone was the smile and in its place was shock. You stared back at him, into those dark brown eyes you loved so much. Seeing him stung more than you cared to admit but you held strong. 

“You good?” Ez’s words snapped you out of your trance and you turned to him, finally taking the bottle from his hands. 

“You didn’t tell him I was coming?” You asked him as he led you over to take a seat at the bar. He looked guilty. 

“If I had he probably would’ve been by the gates waiting for you. Figured this was better.” You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Hermosa, haven’t seen you in a while.” You turned around to face Bishop. A genuine smile lit up your face and you got up to hug him. He graciously accepted, giving you a tight squeeze before letting you go. Bishop was always so kind to you, always so supportive of yours and Angel’s relationship. 

“Hey, Bish. How are you?” 

“I’m doing good. How are you? Which Reyes brother are you really here for?” He teased you and Ez chuckled. Obviously the club knew about yours and Angel’s split but he still welcomed you with open arms despite it. You were thankful for it. 

“Very funny, but I’m here for Ez.” He laughed and placed a kiss on your temple before excusing himself. 

“Is he still looking over here?” You asked Ez, bringing the bottle up to your lips and taking a sip of the cold liquid. You welcomed the alcohol as it sat in your stomach. 

“Yup and Vicky’s girl does not seem too happy about that.” You felt a sliver of satisfaction run through you. But Angel wasn’t yours, you made that clear. So you had absolutely no right to be jealous, you had no claim over him anymore. At least not in that way but with the way you felt his eyes on your body, you knew you still had some sort of pull over him. He had that same pull over you but tonight was not the night for that. 

“Let’s get you drunk, Eziekiel. You deserve it.” You changed the subject. You weren’t going to sit here and talk about Angel who was a few feet from you during Ez’s party. No, you were going to celebrate the man of the hour. Your friend, arguably your best friend. Also arguably your only friend. 

“Sounds good to me.”

Ez was a bit tipsy but not nowhere near drunk after many rounds of beers and a few shots. You on the other hand kept it to three beers and then opted for some water, not really one to drink all that much. That didn’t mean that you weren’t having fun though. Coco had eventually came over to talk to you during the night and you were glad none of the men held any animosity towards you. It felt nice to see them again and you could honestly say you were glad you came. 

“Six o’clock, mamas.” Coco said and nodded behind you, you were turning around completely ready to see Angel. You were surprised he hadn’t tried to get your attention sooner seeing as how he still tried to contact you weekly. But it wasn’t Angel. The man who now stood in front of you was a stranger, albeit a very handsome stranger who was part of another charter by the patch on his vest. He was tall enough to tower over you, his dark eyes pulling you in. He ran his hand through his raven black hair and smiled at you, even with his facial hair you could still see prominent dimples. 

“Hello, sweetheart. I’m Jay. And you are?” He stuck his tattooed hand out for you to take and you took it into your own. Jay was a tall glass of water, honestly a wet dream. Just not yours. But he could be. At least for tonight. A rebound wasn’t a terrible idea but you guessed there had to have been some rule about finding a rebound at the party of your ex boyfriend's brother’s party while he stood just a few feet away. You still introduced yourself nonetheless. You were a bit too distracted to notice Coco and Ez had left you to your own devices. 

“So, what brings you to this party?”

“I’m a friend of Ez’s.” You told him. You swore you could still feel Angel’s eyes burning through you, you had felt it since you locked eyes with him. Whether he was giving you your space or he really didn’t want anything to do with you tonight, you didn’t know. But judging by the same girl who was still trying to get his attention, you figured he wanted nothing to do with you tonight if it meant him getting laid. 

“Hmm,” he looked you up and down and you shifted under his gaze. You were kidding yourself if you actually thought you’d go through with a rebound. Especially with a Mayan. And you were kidding yourself if you thought a rebound was going to help. As if it was going to magically make your feelings for Angel disappear. As if sleeping with a stranger was going to give you that release you needed again, no, only Angel could do that. You hated it. 

“So, this party is dying down, I was thinking maybe you wanna get out of here?” That was extremely forward, all he knew about you was your name. But who were you kidding, guys like him didn’t care, hell, you’d be lucky if he even remembered your name. You were just about to turn him down when he trailed his hand up your thigh skimming just under your dress. Your eyes widened at the gesture and you shoved him off you and backed up.

“Woah, what the fuck.” You hissed quietly, not wanting to make a scene. He laughed.

“Oh, come on. You're not here for Ez, you’re here to get laid.” What the fuck. You were about to tell him off before a hand wrapped around your waist and a warm body pulled you into his side. You didn���t even have to look to know who it was but you looked up anyways. Angel. Your damn angel.

“You touching my girl, homie?” He asked him, ice in his tone. You were surprised the guy wasn’t on the floor already, Angel’s girlfriend or not, he didn’t like people touching you if you weren’t willing. Maybe he knew punching a guys lights out right now was no way to win you back and it was definitely not needed at Ez’s patched-in party. 

“Nah, man. Sorry, I didn’t know she was yours.” You scoffed.

“I’m not anyones.” You weren’t going to cause a scene but you hated men like this, men who thought women were just objects. You felt bad for the girl he would somehow convince to go home with him. 

“Get fucking lost or we’re gonna have a problem.” Angel told him, fingers tightening on your waist. Your skin ignited at his touch, at him being so close, at his cologne infiltrating your senses once again. It all felt like home. You hated it. The guy held his hands up as he walked away mumbling curses under his breath. Before you could say anything to Angel, he was whispering in your ear. 

“We need to talk. Now.” He didn’t give you room to argue as he led you down the hall and into his dorm room, closing the door. You didn’t like this. You didn’t trust yourself to be alone in a room with Angel right now. Give it another month or two then maybe, but right now? When your breakup was still a month fresh? No. It was dangerous. Angel turned to face you and you crossed your arms looking anywhere but at him, not wanting to look into his eyes. Not wanting to lose yourself in him. 

“What do you want to talk about?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. 

“Us. You coming here dressed like that.” He motioned to your dress.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Angel. What’s done is done.” You explained, biting your lip. Seeing him one foot away, eyes locked on you, it was a bit too much. One month was not nearly long enough to get over Angel Reyes. Hell, you didn’t think any amount of time would be sufficient. He was a damn drug, one you couldn’t stay off of.

“So you came here to torture me? Rub it in my face? I fucking miss you and you come to my clubhouse and act like everything’s cool? Act like I didn’t mean shit to you?” He was angry, that was easy to see. But you could tell his tone carried a deep hurt, one he was desperately trying to contain. Your heart ached. You wanted him to hurt, at first. But now seeing him, seeing the desperation and anguish in his eyes? This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t like hurting the people you loved, even if they hurt you. 

“Angel, that wasn’t my intention. Ez asked me to come and I wanted to support him. I’m not trying to hurt you.” You explained, stepping closer to him. That was also dangerous, you should be on the other side of the room, not a few inches away from him. 

“Too fucking late.” He ran his ring cladded fingers through his hair. 

“What do you want me to say, Angel? You hurt me, you didn’t make time for me. Our relationship was over long before that day.” It was the truth. You subconsciously knew your relationship was over with Angel before you had officially broken it off. You were just too scared to admit it to yourself, too desperate to hang onto the hope that he’d actually show up for you. But he never did and you knew it was time. 

“I know, I fucked up. I know that. But what you did that day… that was cold.” You chewed on your bottom lip. Part of you did feel bad for giving him a false sense of hope that day, using him for your release and then dropping him. But you needed to end the relationship on a high note, end it with a sweet goodbye and not a bitter storm of curses, in the end it was all just bittersweet. 

“I just… I needed you, Angel. I had missed you so much and I needed something…” You couldn’t find your words but you knew he knew what you meant, even if that day hurt like a bitch for him. He stepped forward, making a move to grab your arm but you backed up and shook your head. 

“Mami, please…” He begged, this time you went still as he grabbed your arm with one hand and cupped your cheek with the other. Your body buzzed to life at his touch, like Angel flipped a switch and you were back on again, like you were just being dragged through life this past month on auto pilot, like he had finally given you the reins back to your body. 

“Angel…” You were weak, your wavering voice gave you away. He leaned forward, his lips grazing yours slightly, his warm breath mingling with your own. You felt giddy as he surrounded you, as he invaded everything you were once again. And when he pressed his lips to yours, you melted into it. He licked along your lips and you opened your mouth, tongues sliding against each other. You moaned into it and grabbed onto his vest, trying to steady yourself at this heady feeling he gave you every time his lips were on any part of you. His hand slid to your waist and you had half a mind to snap out of your daze. You pulled away and he craned his neck, trying to chase your lips. You pushed on his chest lightly, wanting him to stop. 

“No, Angel, we can’t…” You couldn’t get hurt again. You couldn’t just fall back into him just for him to keep you at home waiting up for him and waiting on his call, and when neither came you’d be right back where you started. 

“Querida, I love you… I need you.” He whispered against your cheek. Hearing him say those words only made your heart ache worse and only made you want him more. It was damn confusing. You wanted him but you couldn’t put yourself through that shit again. 

You knew what he meant. I need you. He didn’t just need a release, he needed you. Just like that day you broke up with him, you needed him to give you that high but you quite plainly just needed him. 

“Fine. Let’s fuck and then go our separate ways.” You said, pulling him in for another kiss, needing the distraction. Not wanting to think about how fucking stupid that offer was, how fucking stupid you were. Sex wasn’t going to do anything but fill your base desire, it wasn’t going to give you back that piece of your heart that was ripped away from you when you left. He didn’t let the kiss go on more than a few seconds, pulling away, confusion and despair written all over his face. 

“What?”

“Fuck me, Angel. We need it.” You stated plainly. He shook his head and backed up from you. 

“No. I need you.” His words pricked another pain in your heart. 

“Then take me.” You offered. You were sure you had lost your damn mind. But you wanted Angel, maybe it wasn’t exactly the way you wanted him but you’d take it. 

“Fuck no. That’s not what I want.” You sighed, he wasn’t making this easy. Because it wasn’t what you wanted either. Yeah, you were desperate to feel him inside you again but it’s not truly what you wanted. 

“That’s all I can offer.” Your words came out softer than you planned, sadder. He scoffed, running his hand down his face. 

“You want a release, mami? I’ll give you one, but you’re not getting my dick. I can’t… I can’t be inside you without wanting to stay there. Can’t give you that if I know you’re just going to leave again.” You weren’t sure what he was offering. But it didn’t matter because he was more upset than he had been just a few moments ago. 

“Angel…” You shook your head not knowing what to say. Fuck, if he fucked you right now you wouldn’t want him to go anywhere either. But that wasn’t your reality. The reality was that he fucked up and sex didn’t fix it the first time and it certainly wasn’t going to fix it this time. 

“I’ll make you come on my tongue, and then you can walk out that door but you’ll walk out knowing only I can take you to heaven.” You swallowed hard at his words as he crowded your space again. Your breath hitched as he pulled you into his chest, making you look into his eyes. 

“I’m not going to stop. Not gonna stop calling, texting, not gonna stop until you give me another chance to prove to you how much I fucking love you. But right now, I’ll give you what you want. Even if it kills me.” And with that he slid to his knees. Your whole world stopped at the confession, at him kneeling before you, ready to worship you in a way only he could. The sight of him on his knees, the rush you felt as he trailed his hands up your bare thighs, it was like no other high you had ever felt. Your salvation and your destruction kneeled before you, ready to prove to you how deadly the mix of the two was. Your angel on his knees ready to sin. 

His lips trailed up your thighs and you threw your head back, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. His warm breath getting closer to the place you needed him most had your core clenching around nothing, had you squirming, waiting for him. 

“Fuck…” You breathed out as he lifted your dress to get his mouth right on the skin above your panties. You bit down hard on your bottom lip as you felt yourself getting wetter at his teasing. His lips skimmed your stomach before he forcefully yanked your panties down, a contrast to his gentle and slow movements. You gasped at the action but before you could react further, he buried his face in your pussy, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder in the process. You yelped at the sudden intensity, at his wet tongue sliding through your folds and flicking against your clit. 

“Oh god.” You cried, grabbing onto his hair and grinding yourself into his face. He let you, following your movements, never relenting, never taking his mouth off you. Heaven. He wasn’t wrong, only your angel could take you there. 

“Missed your taste. Missed you.” He mumbled against your slick. He said the last part so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, but you did. You heard him and it stung but the pleasure he was also giving you was overpowering your thoughts on his confession. 

“Feels so good, Angel.” Your words spurred him on as he trailed his tongue to your hole, fucking you. You whined at the intrusion and rolled your hips and pulled his head in deeper. You were drowning again, or flying, or possibly dying. It felt too good, felt too sweet to be anything but something so fucking dangerous yet so damn exhilarating. 

You were so lost in your pleasure you almost didn’t notice the door open, Angel obviously didn’t, head still buried in your pussy. The head that peeked around the door was the same woman who had been trying to fuck Angel all night. Her eyes widened at the sight and you should’ve felt embarrassed, but all you felt was that satisfaction again. Angel was here with you, on his goddamn knees for you. Pleasuring you and wanting nothing in return. At your mercy. Your head clouded with need at the thought, not because he was here with you and not some other woman but because he’d only ever do this for you. 

You moaned a little louder and the girl snapped out of her shock and displeasure as she awkwardly closed the door. 

Now that she was gone, you were once again focused on your man. Not your man. Angel said this would kill him, he didn’t know it was going to kill you too even if you got your release. 

“Gonna come…” You cried as he flicked your clit with his tongue. You were yanking at his hair, which only made him moan and made for a sweet vibration on that bundle of nerves. You rolled your hips against his face faster, nearing the edge. The sounds his tongue and your slick were making were enough to put a porno to shame and it only brought you closer. 

“Come, let me take you there.” Heaven. You could see it behind your eyelids, could fucking feel it as your orgasm finally shot through the surface, taking you sky high. You let out a litany of curses mixed with his name, eyes watering at the intensity of your high. Earlier you didn’t know if you were flying or drowning, what you realized now was that you were flying and drowning. A mix of gasping for air while simultaneously flying right through it. 

Finally you caught a breath as your climax started to fade, Angel still licking his way through it with gentle strokes. You whined as you finally came down, finally came back to this world. He lapped you up slowly and then placed a small kiss to your clit before pulling away and looking up at you. Your breath shook as you looked into his eyes, as he kept your gaze and laced his fingers through yours. You let him. Not having the energy to fight him. He knew what this was, he said it himself before he dropped to his knees. It made you feel slightly less guilty about only taking and not giving. 

He finally got to his feet. You saw the tent in his pants but he adjusted himself and cursed under his breath. He didn’t seem to care about that though as he looked at you. You didn’t like the look. A look that held a lot of promise. His beard was slightly damp from your come and your core throbbed at the sight. He licked his lips as if he knew what you were thinking about and took your face in his hands. 

“Forgive me.” He whispered, desperate again. You knew what it was. He said he’d get you off, nothing to it, but of course there was a small part of him that thought you’d change your mind after another orgasm. 

“No.” Your words stung him, you could tell. But his face hardened and you thought he’d pull away. But instead, he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb.

“You will.” And with that promise he was walking out the door, leaving you more confused than ever. 

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The Purest Things-Damaged

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of rape, murder, and cheating. Canon-typical violence. 

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: and so we begin our descent into the world of slow-burn! this piece begins at the end of season 3 episode 13 & carries into seasons 3 episode 14. thank you to everyone who has interacted with my stories, commenting and reposting helps creators so much! enjoy this installment :)

The Purest Things Masterlist

Gif Credit: @hqtchner

january 2008

Bookend: “We are all damaged. We have all been hurt. We have all had to learn painful lessons. We are all recovering from some mistake, loss, betrayal, abuse, injustice or misfortune. All of life is a process of recovery that never ends. We each must find ways to accept and move through the pain and to pick ourselves back up....Each tragedy is an announcement that some good will indeed come in time. Be patient with yourself.” ― Bryant McGill

Another day, another murderer locked away. This case proved that sometimes, the so-called "good guys" can be just as selfish as the "bad guys." The special agent who recruited the BAU's help, Jill Morris, used this case to obtain personal fame and grow her career.

You sit next to Rossi aboard the plane. He had a more personal interaction with Morris throughout the case, and you can tell her actions have left him more than disappointed.

Looking out the window at the sun setting behind the clouds, you mumble to yourself, "What's the difference?"

"Did you say something?" Dave speaks up.

Looking to him, you brush it off, "Oh. Nothing. I was just talking to myself."

He crosses his legs and smiles a warm smile at you, "Penny, for your thoughts then."

"I guess...I just don't understand how Jill Morris's motives can be any different from Jeremy Andrus's. Of course, Jill didn't murder or rape anyone. But, she exploited this case for her own personal benefit. She didn't just use the unsub; she exploited the victims as well. How is that any different than Jeremy using women for his own gratification?"

David sighs, "Aristotle said, 'Every practical pursuit or undertaking seems to aim at some good.' Our brains are wired for love and solidarity. Greed forms to undermine that wiring and trick others into believing that their means to an end is done for "good." People believe that to maintain that myth, any and all costs to others are simply casualties in the long run."

"There is all the difference in the world between helping another soul and exploiting their hardship for your own gain and deceiving yourself that they are the same," he continues, "I tried to show Jill that. But, I think she's already determined that the reason she does this job is not for the same reasons that we do. The rush of catching a suspect comes second to the excitement she gets when being praised for her achievement."

"What happened to her empathy," you wonder, "Empathy is a natural foundation in each of our lives, and our society functions on it! How could that not overpower her desire for recognition? I mean, for Christ's sake, her friend just died!"

"Unfortunately," he solemnly says, "It is harder to understand the motives of our peers than it is to profile a serial killer."

+++++

You wake as if there is an emergency, like sleeping had become a deadly thing, your heart pounds, and thoughts jumble throughout your brain. Shooting up from your seat, you crawl over a sleeping Rossi and stumble your way to the bathroom.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the edge of the sink. Looking cautiously into the mirror, as if you are uncertain of what you'll see, you take in your ghostly appearance. Sweat beads drip down your forehead. Unable to comprehend the blurry remnants of your dream, you turn on the faucet and splash your face with cold water.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you notice everyone is sound asleep. Thank goodness no one noticed your state of panic. You notice that one overhead reading light is on and look to see Hotch awake and blankly staring out the window.

"Can't sleep either?" You ask, sitting across from him.

"Are you alright?" He asks, trying to deflect your attention.

You squint at him, unwilling to back down, "Are you?"

He looks at you intently, taking the sight of you in inch-by-inch. No one has asked him that over the past few weeks. In fact, everyone has seemingly been avoiding him since he was served his divorce papers. Perhaps they are doing it because they are unsure how to support him or genuinely feel that what he needs right now is space.

However, you know that being alone is the last thing he needs right now. "Hotch, I know it isn't my place, and I--I'm sorry if this is overstepping. But that expression on your face that you've worn for the past few weeks isn't foreign to me. Perhaps to everyone else, it is. They don't know what to do or say. You're their unit chief, and they are used to you being strong and keeping it together for the sake of everyone else."

He straightens his posture, his attention centered on you.

"I witnessed firsthand the ways that divorce can torment people. My parents got a sudden divorce when I was 14. It was unexpected to all of us. My father was unfaithful, and although my mom was willing to forgive him, he didn't want to put in the work anymore. He found a new outlet for his frustrations. I watched my mother and father waste away for years," you lament.

Hotch sits on the edge of his seat, his eyes trained keenly on you. It was odd for him to make a connection so quick, to give his trust so easily. In fact, he hardly trusts at all. Dave and Haley are the only ones who have really been given an insider's peek into the mind and heart of Aaron Hotchner. There was something in the way he listens so actively to what you are saying. You would be lying if you said you didn't notice his gaze aimed at your lips.

There is a sympathetic and heartfelt concern he shows for you, one second only to your own regard for him. He listens like he is absorbing your words. The longer you spend in each other's presence, the more you both realize that this is the kind of friendship you both have needed for far too long. Even if the words go unspoken, you share an empathetic understanding of one another, and you are sure it has been there since the day you met. Hotch has been fascinated by you since he watched your interview with Strauss over and over again, though he would never let it be known.

+++++

February 2008

Today is the day that you get to accompany Hotch and Reid on the Criminal Personality Research Project to interview Chester Hardwick before his execution. Hardwick's case is one you know inside and out. You wrote a research report on it that was awarded the Graduate Student Ethics Writing Competition winner for the American Psychological Association and was published in their Ethics and Behavior journal. Agent Hotchner suggested that you tag along, considering you know just as much about the case as Spencer does.

You and Spencer absentmindedly fiddle with the knickknacks that rest upon the desk as you wait to be escorted to see Chester Hardwick.

Hotch's phone begins to ring, and he answers it, "Yeah, J.J... Um, no, it's--It's a personal matter. Yes, thank you. I will take care of it when I get back."

"Everything okay?" You ask softly.

"Yeah, fine." He says abruptly.

"We can do this interview another time," Reid offers.

Aaron huffs, "Well, he is scheduled to be executed next week."

"I can take the lead on the interview if you w-" Reid unintentionally pushes.

You cut him off, "Reid."

Hotch shoots you an appreciative look.

Anytime sir.

"Agent Hotchner?" A relatively short man wearing freakishly petite glasses comes to the door.

The Unit Chief shakes the man's hand and introduces you and Spencer.

"You're here to see our infamous inmate Hardwick," the warden exclaims.

"Yes," you say, "He agreed to meet with us as part of our Criminal Personality Research Project before his execution."

The man smiles widely, "I've read your research on Hardwick many times. I must say, seeing your perspective on the mind of such a prolific killer was very enlightening."

You beam with pride at his commendation. Instinctively you look to Hotch, who appears to have the slight trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You wonder, how can he go from scowling and frustrated one minute to fighting back the urge to smile at the mention of your achievements? You bite your lip to suppress any further needless excitement.

The warden continues to ramble, "Serial killers are kind of a hobby of mine. Chester is the only one I've ever met in person, though. I bet you've met quite a few."

"Sir," Hotch interjects, "We'd very much like to get started as soon as we can."

Time to put our serious pants back on.

You can visibly see your superior's annoyance, and you stifle a chuckle.

The warden quickly composes himself and apologizes for his enthusiasm, touching his hand to Hotch's shoulder in the process. Hotch's mouth falls agape, and his sights shoot to you. A small snort escapes you, and you cover your mouth, attempting to conceal it as a cough. He squints at you as if he is mentally murdering you. You crinkle your nose at him.

Don't mentally murder me when we are about to interview one of the most prolific killers of our time.

The warden leads you into the small cell that you will convert into a makeshift interrogation room. Soon enough, you hear the clanking of chains echoing in the hallway. Everyone's eyesight is fixed on the door.

A silver-haired man dressed in a yellow jumpsuit walks in with an air of arrogance and determination. He glares at Agent Hotchner, who mirrors the prisoner's actions exactly. Hotch states that keeping the prisoner chained will not be necessary, a call that both you and Spencer are unsure of.

Hardwick sits across from you and leans into the table, "I know you."

"And I know you. Too well, I think," you respond.

A menacing grin sweeps across his face, "Oh, I like you already. How about you send these two away so the grown-ups can talk."

You can hear your boss scoff from behind you.

"Chester, it's time to get serious."

"You were born April 4, 1950?" Spencer asks.

"Does my birthday really matter?"

"It's customary for us to start at the beginning. We want to know as much as we can about your childhood," Reid continues.

"There's nothing to know. It was average. I lived in a nice house on a quiet street. I ate cereal, went to school, watched cartoons."

"I don't have time for this," Hotch raises his voice, causing you to jump slightly, "You grew up in a series of projects, each one worse than the last. You spent your teenage years peeping into your female neighbors' windows and burglarizing their underwear drawers when you got the chance. You set 100 small fires for which you spent 2 years in juvenile detention."

You glance at Reid from the corner of your eye; you are both uncomfortable with the direction Hotch is taking this.

"We've done extensive research, Mr. Hardwick," you say, gently trying to soften the blow and appeal to the man's ego. If Hotch is taking the bad cop role, you need to be this psychopath's ally.

"We've talked to almost everyone you've ever known," you continue, "including your mother."

Chester swivels on the balls of his feet, "Good ol' Jean? I'll bet she was a real treat."

"At this point, lying to us isn't really possible or helpful," Spencer offers a slight smirk to the man.

"Y/N, right?" the prisoner turns his attention to you, "They're wrong. They're all wrong."

"About what, Chester?" You implore him.

"I started a lot more than one hundred fires," he peers out the window.

You look up at Hotch, and he sighs in surrender.

Chester antagonizes you three, stating that no one care's whether or not they hear the truth. In between his jabs, he strays to various different series of thoughts. Most are meaningless, but it is his way of trying to get under your skin. For you and Spencer, it is relatively easy to maintain your composure. For Hotch, however, Hardwick's digs do nothing but add fuel to the already lit flame under the special agent.

"Let's talk about the specifics of this case, Chester," you interrupt his rant, "Why did you choose Sheila O'Neal?"

He shakes his head, "You gotta show me a picture. I don't know their names."

As if you can feel Hotch's anger radiating off of his body, you brace yourself for the oncoming strike.

"Is that what this is all about," he says disgustedly, "Some chance for you to relive all of this?"

"I have an excellent memory," Chester brags.

You tune his impassionate speech out and focus your observance on your boss. His scalding stare at Hardwick can only translate one way, 'I have initiated my emotional indifference. I could kill you and not care one bit. So proceed with caution.'

"They were toys, a diversion," you hear Hardwick chant as you tune back into the present. Hotch looks anywhere but at the killer in front of him, his gaze eventually landing you. You are some kind of shelter to him that neither of you has yet acknowledged or come to understand.

Your stomach churns at Chester's descriptions of his victims. He describes them as useless objects that, once their purpose was served, were discarded like garbage.

"Why did you ask us here?" Hotch charges.

The wicked man looks at you, his eyes void of a soul and his stare sending a chill down your veins. 

"I wanted to speak to her." 

Your breath catches at the back of your throat.

With that, Hotch straightens up and fervently positions himself between Chester and you. "Reid, pack it up," he commands.

Reid looks to you, "Are you sure?"

"No, now." Your superior repeats himself with even more fervor. He presses the buzzer to signal the guards to release us and says, "Have a nice trip. You're going where you belong." Hotch makes sure to put as much distance between you and Hardwick as possible. He buzzes the ringer again. No response.

"It's 5:17," Hardwick chuckles.

You close your eyes, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. Reaching out for Hotch's arm, you lower his hand from the buzzer. "The evening yard begins at 5 o'clock. No one is going to come open that door for-"

"At least thirteen minutes," Chester disrupts. He waltzes over the table and takes one of the images of his victims into his hand. Holding it up as if to brag to us about it, he says, "And it took me less than five minutes to do this."

You push aside your worry. Instead, you choose to focus on all of the information you have accumulated over the years about Chester Hardwick. There has to be something you can use to your advantage to diffuse this situation.

"Perhaps in all of your research, you should have familiarized yourselves with the guard tones," Hardwick jeers.

"I heard the tones," Hotch counters in a monotone voice.

"So you planned to be locked inside with me, with no guns or weapons."

Hotch shakes his head, his voice more natural than before, "I won't need a gun."

Spencer places his hand on your arm and begins to guide you to the other side of the room.

"There's no way I am going to be executed next week," Chester taunts, kneading his hands together. "Not after I kill three FBI agents. You saved my life by coming here." His venomous words ring in your ears.

Hotch's tone deepens, "Unfortunately for you, I am not a five-foot-one-hundred-pound girl."

Your pulse quickens at Hotch's threat, and your attention is rapt by his display of dominance. He begins to shed his jacket. You feel yourself flushing; attraction suddenly entangles you as if it were an invisible rope.

Now is the worst possible time to be feeling this. Calm down.

"All of your life, you've gone after victims who couldn't fight back," he fiercely says, "and the rest of the time you spent looking over your shoulder." You understand the intensity in his tone and sense a great deal of emotion behind his words.

He rips his tie from his collar, and your breathing hitches in the back of your throat. Hopefully, Spencer doesn't notice, and if he does, he chalks it up to the deadly situation you find yourself in.

"You were always worried about the knock on the door," Hotch doesn't back down, "Scared that somebody like me would be on the other side waiting to put you away."

Well, if you keep ripping your tie off like th--no. Not gonna go there right now. Focus on the pyshco-killer threatening to kill you.  

Now, Hotch intimidatingly points his finger directly at Hardwick.

If only I were on the receiving end of tha--no! Now. Is. Not. The. Time.

"At your core, you are a coward," Hotch fires.  

You have to do something. Hardwick is enraged, and Hotch has nothing left to lose.

Without even giving it a second thought, you blurt out, "Chester, do you want to know why you killed those women?"

"What?" The prisoner hisses.

Spencer speaks up, "Earlier, you said you wished you were different. We can tell you why you are...what you are."

He begins moving towards you, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice your boss carefully making equal strides. You motion for him to stop.

"You can tell me why I did what I did?"

"I think so," you nod, "Don't you, Dr. Reid?"

"I do. Your mother is bipolar. And almost certainly an undifferentiated schizophrenic. Your father suffered severe shell shock in the war, what we now refer to as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. As far as I can tell, he remained clinically depressed the rest of his life."

"Exactly," you say, giving Spencer a chance to gather his thoughts after having thrown him under the bus.

"53% of all serial killers have some form of mental illness inherent to their families. Chester, in your case, both of your parents suffered from psychological disorders, which they essentially took out on each other as much as they beat you. So, violence sort of became a normal expression of love in your household," you say, eager to have some kind of breakthrough with him while subliminally directing Spencer's string of thoughts to follow yours.

Allowing Reid to pick up where you leave off, he takes charge of the conversation and explains how a portion of one's brain wants what it wants without conscience or judgment. A part of the brain that no doubt took over Hotch's reasoning powers moments ago, though you do not blame him.

"Earlier, you said your victims never had a chance. I think you know deep down that it was you that never really had a chance," he concludes. And with that victorious resolution, the guards unlock the door. Hotch storms out, and Reid follows behind.

"Is that true that I never had the chance?" Hardwick calls out after you both.

You stop in your tracks, "I don't know."

"Maybe," Spencer nudges you out the door.

++++

In the car, Hotch looks at you in the rearview mirror, "That was smart to get Hardwick to focus on himself long enough for the guards to come back."

You pat Spencer's shoulder, "I give all the credit to boy wonder and his beautiful statistic-filled brain. I'm sorry for all of the times I said you were running out of storage with all of that useless data."

"I find that I do some of my best work under intense terror," he declares, "Wait. Useless data? When did you say that?"

You pinch him softly and chuckle, "I'm kidding."

"I'm sorry," Hotch sighs.

You meet his gaze in the mirror once again, "For what?"

His chestnut eyes reveal pangs of remorse and guilt, but something tells you there's more to those feelings than what occurred at the prison.

"I antagonized the situation."

"No, you didn't," Spencer states.

"I certainly didn't help."

"Well, I can't argue with you there," you kid.

His piercing eyes suddenly twinkle, causing you to blush slightly. You quickly look down at your feet until your cheeks cool down.

Hotch sighs in defeat, "So Haley wants me to sign the divorce papers uncontested so that nobody wastes money on lawyers."

That statement is all too familiar to you. Yet again, your heart shatters for the Hotchners.

"You don't want to?" Spencer asks innocently.

He means well, but you know from experience that such a question only unleashes a tidal wave of painful emotions for the one fighting for his family.

"What I want, I'm not going to get," Hotch laments.

His eyes, once filled with depth, now distant and empty.

++++

Glancing up from your paperwork and into your supervisor's office, you take note of his gravity-drawn shoulders that carry the weight of the world on them. He repeatedly picks up a stack of papers and then drops them back down atop his desk, covering his face with his hands.

"What do you think is going on up there?" Derek asks, pointing his pen in the direction of the office.

"I might have an idea. I'm going to go take my report; anyone else's done?" They all hand you their paperwork for you to deliver to the boss.

You hesitate to knock on his door but apprehensively do so anyways.

He invites you in. Your heart sinks as you approach his desk, able to get a closer look at his beaten expression. You always knew he was hiding pain behind his tough exterior, but now he wears it on the surface, most likely unintentionally.

Placing the paperwork on his desk, you notice the heading on the papers he was gripping tightly.

SUPREME COURT STATE OF VIRGINIA: MARITAL SETTLEMENT AGREEMENT

Hotch's eyes move slowly, laboriously, to look at you as if it takes a concentrated effort to do so.

"Heartache is a real thing," you sympathize with him, "In fact, Reid even told me that a broken heart can show up on medical scans. When a heart breaks, your body and brain need time to recuperate. There's no set amount of time or remedy that will heal you. Don't set your expectations of yourself too high, and surround yourself with the people who love you."

His chin trembles, and his eyes flutter as he blinks back tears.

You turn to leave the room but look over your shoulder one last time, "We are all here for you, Hotch."

Just as you are about to shut the door, you hear him call out to you, "Y/L/N!"

His stare reveals a vulnerability you have had yet to see in him.

"Call me Aaron."

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touch — lee hoseok/wonho

a/n: wbk i haven’t been writing much recently, but today i felt a sudden rush of motivation so i wasn’t gonna let it go to waste!! gif is mine!!

a/n: thank you for 1k followers!! i hope to repay the vast amount of love i receive from my anons and my darling mutuals!! love you all <33

word count: 1.6k

content: sub!wonho, dom!afab!reader, no pronouns used for the reader, reader doesn’t cum so take that as you will, unprotected sex (i never put that here but uh wrap it up kids), choking, riding, hickeys, overall just another fic about how much i adore lee hoseok thank you

disclaimer: as this fic contains choking, i just want to remind you to please be aware that kinks are inherently dangerous and if you are going to partake, please do your research into doing it in the safest way possible. always have a safeword and safe signal. thank you.

summary: he comes home after a long day, and you always want him after so long.

one of your hands cups his cheek while the other holds his waist close to you. your touch isn’t demanding or possessive, it’s simply just adoring. your fingers brush a bit of his hair out of his soft, doll-like eyes, pressing a gentle and fleeting kiss to his lips as he exhales quietly, playing with the hemming of your shirt with his fingers absentmindedly. all feels well and peaceful as you greet your sweet lover, “how was your day, hoseokie?”

“my day was really long, but being with you makes it all fade away,” he sighs comfortably as your hands stroke his sides, shuddering when your grip tightens a bit, “ah- how are you, my love?”

“i’m well, darling, i’m very well now that i have you,” you say with your voice suddenly lower and much more deadly, “you’re so pretty,” your hands just keep touching his waist and his chest, fingers brushing his nipples over his clothes just to keep him on edge, “baby,” the pet name with your voice so seductive makes him whimper.

“ahh- yes?”

“what are you so nervous for, angel? i just want to touch you—,” he whines at your words, “—i just love touching you like this. you’re so passive and docile, you let me do absolutely anything to you, hm?” it’s not true, he knows that. it’s comforting to remember that you know his limits, you know how far you can push him, but you also know how he likes to be spoken to. it’s hot, more than anything.

“i- yeah, you can do whatever you please with me,” he groans as his eyes shut when your hands start touching a little lower, moving from grabbing his ass to rubbing his inner thighs teasingly, “b-but, uhm, could you please not tease me? please?” he pouts subconsciously, knowing if you said no and continued teasing him, he wouldn’t stop you, he’d just get progressively more whiney and would beg you even more to make him feel so good.

it’s an appealing idea to leave him teased and denied for hours until his body cant physically handle it anymore, to make him squirm with need, but when he begs so softly for you to not tease him, it’s hard to not give in and give him everything he wants, and as such, you find yourself complying, touching him as he wishes.

he moans as he clutches your shoulders for any kind of support, and it’s cute to watch someone as big and strong as him just absolutely fall apart with just a few touches, “oh, my darling, is this really all it takes? just a few little brushes of my fingers against your cock and suddenly hoseokie can’t even keep himself together? that’s cute.”

“ahh, please,” he looks down, trying to avoid eye contact, he knows your gaze is too strong and he’s shatter immediately under it.

“please what, baby?” you taunt, making his shyness incredibly apparent as he’s forced to be more direct with his words.

“can we continue this in the bedroom?”

you giggle, “sure, i’ll ride your dick until you pass out, how does that sound?” you ask, already walking over to the door.

“that- uhm,” he gulps, “t-that sounds good,” he whimpers shakily as he watches you walk away, following behind you like a puppy as you lead him away.

he sits on the bed nervously as you sit beside him, cupping his cheeks and caressing his skin the way you did before in order to relax him, pressing kisses to the edge of his lips before moving down his jaw, spending a significant few minutes sucking and biting a hickey into his skin. he breathes somewhat shaky in pain, but it’s not major enough to really hurt him. he can take a lot, and you intend to do a lot.

as such, when your kisses find his neck, kissing right over the vein on the side, his heart rate picks up anxiously. you leave another love bite just above his collarbone before pulling back to trace you finger over it, “you’re so beautiful.”

the intimacy of the moment flusters him, but you always fluster him intentionally as you say, “and don’t think for a second i only mean your body. of course i love your body, i love the way you squirm and moan and whimper, but you have the most beautiful personality, my hoseok.”

his cheeks turn redder, loving the praise but still so unable to handle it, “p-please,” he’s also getting so needy as you talk, with every moment you’re not riding him, he becomes even more desperate for you.

“take off your shirt,” you command suddenly, and he does as you say with ease, discarding his shirt to some random corner of the room, pulling you closer to him once his hands were free. you press kisses to his chest, taunting him with a lick against his nipple.

his whole body reacts, squirming even more for friction against his cock when your fingers play with his other nipple, groaning helplessly, “fuck- oh! oh my-,”

“oh? does that feel good?”

“p-please,” he murmurs, burying his head into your shoulder, “please just get to it already, i-i cant handle your teasing. i need you so badly, my love,” he’s demanding, sure, but he knows he can be demanding. he knows that as much as you control him right now like a puppet on your strings, he knows what to say to mess you up just as much.

“alright, alright, i understand. take off the rest of your clothes, baby,” you kiss his forehead as you get off of him to take off your clothes too.

“do you- uhm, do you want me to do anything?” he fidgets nervously as you walk back over to him. his eyes never leave your body, still so overwhelmed by your presence and, for all the love his body gets from you, he adores you physically just as much. you’re absolutely everything he wants, “i could eat you out! or uhm, i’m not sure, but i can do something. i want you to feel good too,” he frowns.

“baby, trust me, i feel amazing right now,” you smile, leaning down to kiss his chest as you climb back on top of him.

“yeah?”

“to have someone like you so willing to please me, so desperate for me it ruins you, is my greatest pleasure, baby,” he seems adequately comforted by your words, so you take that as a sign to continue, “and besides, i’m already thoroughly turned on, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

there’s a response lingering in his throat, but it doesn’t meet daylight as you being to play with his cock, all that leaves his mouth are throaty moans and helpless whimpers.

before he knows it, you’re already on him, sinking down, moaning freely for the first time this evening, and it makes him endlessly happy to see you feel pleasure. he’s just as wrecked, but you show it less than he does, because it’s so visible how he sighs, eyes fluttering closed, as you start to rock yourself back and forth.

“f-fuck,” he stutters, feeling your hands rest on his chest for stability, and he knows where that’s going, “oh, you’re so- so perfect, you just feel so good, can i touch you? please?”

“go for it,” you mumble, feelings his hands reach to hold your waist, enjoying the way his hands caress your skin just like you did to him before.

he groans as he gets more riled up from your movements, feeling a building feeling in his stomach, “please keep going,” he cries softly, “and uhm- could you- could you choke me? please?”

you smile almost sadistically as your hands wrap around his throat, feeling his pulse with your fingers. you push against the sides of his neck, watching his eyes roll back and his lips parted in an ‘O’ shape.

“good boy,” you mumble, and he faintly smiles at the praise before breaking out in moans, “you’re so per- perfect to me, hoseok,” he can’t coherently respond, but you can tell how happy compliments make him. he’s so easy to impress, so easy to sweep off his feet, “can i get you to cum for me, baby? really good and hard for me?”

“o-oh fuck, i’m so close-,” he stutters cutely.

“already, sweet thing? it hasn’t even been that long and you already want to cum inside me? you’re so adorable,” he whimpers again, his body seizing up as it hits him, and you don’t slow down one bit, “there you go, cutie, there you go, ride it out. you look so hot and slutty when you orgasm, my pretty boy.”

his voice is heavenly, drowning out your words as his head clouds over and he feels a kind of fleeting euphoria he’s missed, the kind only you give him. he wants to feel this way forever, but eventually, the feeling dies down, and his thoughts return to him.

“hope that made your long day a little better, my love,” you whisper, and suddenly your voice loses all that intensity and returns to be the comforting whisper in his ear, a lullaby he could fall asleep to, “now let me clean us up, and we’ll cuddle till we fall asleep, alright?”

he tiredly nods, and it takes all of your self control not to burst from how cute he is as he murmurs, “i love you, you know.”

“i know, baby. i love you, too.”

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[xreaderbooks]

Letting go

Pair: Luke Patterson x Ghost! reader, Platonic! Willie x reader, Platonic! Alex x reader

Warnings: Death and mentions of suicide, drug abuse, kinda angsty 

Word Count: 2k

For ages 18+

A/N: This is overall pretty depressing and it's not exactly a happy ending, I wrote this based off the song Out of love by Alessia Cara. Its not my best work but either way I hope you enjoy. 

Disclaimer: Gifs are not mine

Masterlist

You knew this day would come. You don't know how many times you've called yourself stupid and cursed yourself. He liked her possibly even loved her by now. You were a fool for thinking that just because you found each other in this new version of life, that he could love you the same as he did before. Just because you were together before you died doesn't mean that you could have a life together after death. No matter how much you were still deeply enamored with him. Him and his stupid bright smile, his laugh that was contagious, his chocolate hair that you loved to run your hands through in the middle of cuddling. The calming feeling it gave you both, would it still have that same affect if you tried it now? Let's not mention his eyes. Oh, his eyes. The big green eyes that made him look like a puppy, so pure and innocent, it also held pain that you both would share at times. You both coming from families who had expectations. Expectations that neither of you could hold up. His eyes gave you hope, and butterflies and love.

They still did, he still did. He still had his optimism; although you could tell it was forced. it was the same thing he always tried to do. He was always the one to brighten peoples day and be the strong optimistic one when the others (and even himself) weren't. Either way he was still that same character he always was. And you were still deeply, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. You think you always would be.

Despite the new changes of your relationship. Or change. That change being Julie Molina. You saw the way that Luke had looked at her, praised her and her voice. You couldn't hate her for it. It would've been easier to hate her if she was a bitch, you couldn't lie, however she wasn't. She was loyal, caring and determined. She was strong and beautiful and exactly the type of person Luke needed. You were friends with Julie and you cared for her. So, no, you couldn't hate her. It wasn't her fault you changed and was no longer what he wanted. She was not responsible for your insecurities or feelings that you still held for Luke or the feelings that he held for her.

You decided you would let him go. You would let him go because your time with him was over. You were no longer what he needed nor what he wanted and that was okay because you would let him go.

You died a couple of months after the guys did. It was a drug overdose. After the Luke, Alex and Reggie's passing, you got into some pretty bad habits. Such as partying, alcoholism and your cause of death; drugs. It was not great.

The week of your death was rough. You were cleaning your closet after weeks of not doing so, you were gonna make a change, you would do better. That was until you found multiple shirts of Lukes laying about your closet, they were hidden underneath all of your other clothes that were piled up in there. In one particular jacket you found a note in the pocket. 'Can't wait for you to hear the surprise I have for you after the show beautiful ;)' After reading the barely legible note , you broke. You had suspicions he was writing a song about you, he was hinting at it before... and now this confirmed it. You would've gone looking for his notebook if it wasn't for Bobby who when you told him, brushed you off and took you out to distract you. That was when you were introduced to some guy who Bobby told you; had 'the good stuff'. You shrugged it off and took whatever he gave you. Turns out you took too much in so little time and you were dead.

After accepting the fact that you were dead, you wandered around 'life' hoping you'd find your lover and best friends. That day didn't come and you found yourself befriending another ghost named Willie. He was kind enough to show you the perks of being, well, dead. He even tried to introduce you to Caleb and that whole world but you decided you were out before you were even in. You had felt enough bad vibes from Caleb to know not to get involved with him. If only you had those survival instincts when you were alive.

Then it was 25 years of being a ghost and Willie had came to hang out with you in your favorite spot that you now called your home, a beach house that some rich family used as their Summer home.

"Hey Y/N, made a new friend today." He said skating into the house. You walked out of one of the rooms while reading a book, not really paying attention to what he was saying. "Oh really? that's cool."

"Yeah his names Alex, said he was in a band." You froze and looked up at him as he skated and transported on top of the kitchen counter. 'No,' you thought. 'It couldn't be your Alex, could it?' There was no way, not after all these years, it doesn't make sense. There were also a million different guys named Alex in the world. 'But he said he was in a band.' Your mind raced through the different scenarios. If you were thinking logically it could be a coincidence and it'd be stupid to think there wouldn't be any other guys out there who was dead, in a band, and named Alex. When you put it like that...

"How'd he look like?" Willie looked confused when you asked but answered. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, kinda cute but I call dibs."

Your heart was pounding, if Alex was here that could mean that Luke might be with him. You managed to roll your eyes at his reclamation. "Yeah you can have him, but um, you think I can go with you next time you meet with him?"

He looked at you shocked, "Uh sure?" He came up to you holding a hand to your forehead as if checking your temperature. "Are you okay? Is the loneliness getting to you?" You pushed his hand away.

"I'm fine dummy."

He laughed. "I'm just saying you never wanna meet any of my friends."

"Yeah, cause you have so many." You said sarcastically and plopped down on the couch. Willie, as extra as he is, jumped over it to sit next to you.

"Not true I have-"

"Ghost club doesn't count, they're creepy and enslaved to Caleb." You opened your book and pretended to read while you thought of what you would do if it really was your Alex.

"Whatever, what made you all of a sudden decide to be social?"

You closed the book and crossed your legs. You decided to be honest with him. You already told him of how you died, how you had a boyfriend who also died along with your best friends. He tried to help you find them until you gave up. You didn't however go into detail about how they died or what they did. That just brought on too many memories. But now you decided it was time. So you told him everything.

~~~

You were anxious as you waited for Willie and Alex at a place where Willie likes to skate at. If it was your best friend Alex you wanted to talk to him in a private place not surrounded by people. Even though you were all ghosts and nobody could see you, it felt more special and less awkward with people potentially walking through you. But if it wasn't your Alex then you could just leave and let Willie enjoy his 'date' with the guy.

When they showed up you almost screamed. You were in shock, there he was, one of your best friends. Probably the one with the most brain cells. "Alex?" Although you already knew you called his name to catch his attention.

"Y/N?" He ran up to you and hugged you.

"Alex," You patted his back "can't- breath."

He let you go putting his hands on your shoulders and pushed you to arm length as he observed you, taking in your appearance. "Wait..." You saw his face fall from the wide smile to a solemn expression. "Oh Y/N/N."

"Yeah..." You rubbed your arms.

"How?" He asked. "You look just the same as you did back then."

You chuckled. "Well so do you."

"But wouldn't that mean that you-'

"Died around the same time you guys did? Yup."

"Again, how?" He pushed. "You didn't, y'know ki-"

"God, Alex no I didn't kill myself." You smacked his arms away and paced around. "It's a long story, one that I'd don't wanna tell three different times. Are Reggie and Luke with you?" You asked hopefully. And he shook his head. You sighed in relief. "Where are they?"

"C'mon I'll take you to them."

And he did.

When you showed up to Julies garage and saw Luke for the first time he stood still, staring in disbelief. Reggie was the first one to come up to you throwing his arms around you and jumping excitedly. Once you managed to get Reggie off you, you went up to Luke "Hey baby." Tears were forming in your eyes. He pulled you into your third hug today, then pulling back, kissing you quickly and pulling you in again.

~~~

The bliss of being reunited only lasted so long before the band got caught up in performing in their new band Julie and the phantoms. You were glad that they were happy and that they had something that motivated them. And that all this time they were together. They even made friends, with a lifer, something you couldn't wrap your head around but you were happy for them. For a time you were happy with them. You were back with you best friends and you made new ones. You and Luke had a bit of a complicated relationship, you acted like you had always acted, of course things were different but you still talked like a couple. You acted like couple. Kisses were another story, it wasn't casual anymore it was when it was needed. It wasn't like before where if you would go somewhere or show up, you would give Luke a quick kiss goodbye or hello. Now it was more in the moment when you guys cuddled and you would look at each other and remember the memories of the past; of when you were alive and planning a life together. Your relationship wasn't what it was before but you would take it. After years of being alone -- with the exception of willie-- you would take those moments that you didn't feel were given 100% fueled with romantic and passionate love but with something different.

That was until the whole situation with Caleb happened and Luke and Julie hugged. They touched, how that happened you didn't know. What you did know is they were connected and they had chemistry. It was a hug, you internally rolled your eyes at your childishness. Technically you would've been an adult by now. Why were you worrying about your boyfriend hugging his friend after a situation where you all thought you'd be separated forever.

Maybe it was because you knew it meant more. The way they were holding each other wasn't how he held you the first time you saw each other again. You tried to brush it off, blaming it on you being insecure, it meant nothing.

Weeks had passed and nothing had changed besides the obvious tension and chemistry that Julie and Luke had. That was when you made the choice to let him go. You had nothing to offer him. If you were to get into technicalities Luke couldn't offer Julie anything, he was dead and she was still living. However they would have some time together and they had the band!

You did what you thought was best and you left a note on Julies piano along with with the note you found in Luke's pocket before you died. You always carried it around but there was no point in holding on to something that wasn't gonna be yours anymore. You would be in your beach house, where if they wanted to find you they could. For now you would let him go.

[millaysmaeve]

Watchmen and TFATWS similarities

I promised an essay about this topic in my former account and now I finnally have the time to elaborate... For those who might be interested, here are the similarities between Watchmen and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier:

First of all I’m not claiming they’re equal and some of the similarities are just superficial. This is actually a parllel that makes sense in my head so probably I could be overanalyzing things. Lastly, there will be spoilers ahead

Dr Manhattan’s powers | Captain America’s shield and the super serum

Both shows discuss about what a person would do if they had these kind of powers, but most important they show different points of view on what the powers should be used for. Some of the characters wanted it to maintain the status quo, others believed that this kind of thing shouldn’t exist at all, others would use them to change the world. These powers carry a legacy and they’re passed to others. The original holders believed that the new owners could make a difference (just to be clear, in the last example I’m obviously talking about just the shield).

Angela Abar | Sam Wilson

We watch their journeys to become new super heroes. While Sam got the shield very early and struggled with accepting his complicated legacy, Angela got herself in a similar situation, but only in the end of the show. She had already decided how to deal with not only Dr. Manhattan’s powers but with the guy himself and his complicated past. Both of them will honor those who came before them and they’re committed to deal with the responsibilities of those powers. Both of them are smart, very skilled individuals and are really connected to their towns. Angela and Sam are the worthiest people to inherit the positions of Dr. Manhattan and Captain America respectively.

Will Reeves | Isaiah Bradley

Their legacies were erased of the history by America. They suffered a lot of difficulties living in a segregated country and were never recognized for their services. It gave them reasons not to believe in vigilantism but also to be skeptical about Dr. Manhattan | Captain America. They’re the eldest heroes of the respective shows and gave advices to Angela | Sam, even though they’re harsh with them in the beginig. I wish Isaiah had his life more explored like Will had and I would love to have seen Will’s work being recognized the way Isaiah’s was.

Ozymandias | Zemo

Rich and exentric super villain likes purple and is rotting in jail for a megalomaniac plan that he claims was for the sake of humanity. Am I talking about Ozymandias or Zemo?? I really don’t know, it could be either of them. Although the good guys hate them, the heroes must use these villians’ expertise on the topic to save the day. Also Zemo and Ozymandias are introduced with Lacrimosa playing in the background at least once.

Wade Tillman | Bucky Barnes

Wade and Bucky were haunted by a previous trauma and they’re trying to overcome it during the series. They end up helping their friends stop a huge conspiracy, and to do that they must face their malefactors. In the end the opt to make justice instead of getting revenge.

There are other parallels that are not as strong as the previous ones:

Laurie Blake | Sharon Carter

I know that at first this might sound crazy, but an agent that doesn’t believe in heroes anymore and comes from a family related to them and also was left by her superpowerful boyfriend does ring something, right?? Well that’s it.

Lady Trieu | Karli  Morgenthau

Lady Trieu has way more villain vibes than Karli, but they both started antagonizing with protagonists even though both sides have some common goals. They verbalize they have good intentions but they do questionable acts, including allying with the enemy to achieve their purposes. They died before the audience could know what they would do to make a better future... Random fact: both of them had individual plots that could have helped explaining their motives better erased due production problems.

Dr. Manhattan | Steve Rogers

They are absent characters but they’re constantly mentioned and impacted a lot of characters’ lives. They have become symbols and are idealized and hated at the same time. They disappeared misteriously, and it’s believed by many that they’ve moved to space. But actually they’re secretly living among common people raising families.

I hope this makes any sense... And as I said before, it’s mostly superficial stuff, they're not the same but there are some similarities here and there. I wish I knew how to gif stuff so I could put some scenes in here as well.

[spookysmujer]

Nightmare, O. Diaz

Summary: Y/N has a bad dream of losing Oscar, he spends the late night trying to console her.

warnings: mentions of violence/blood, cute s h e t 🥺 fluff!Oscar

word count: 1.2k

requested by @lillict

A/N: If I were his girlfriend, I would be having so much nightmares of losing him as well, be fearin’ for my mans. I hope you enjoy babe! Please don’t forget to heart, commment, reblog, follow and turn on the notifs for when I post new content!! Thank you! 

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The scene that is playing out in front of you is just as those in the movies. Everything seems okay for the moment, hope strong like a knight in shining armor riding in on a steed. But then that hope being crushed in an instance.

Oscar stands in front of you, mangled and beat. He faces you as the muscles of his face torque to confusion. You weren’t there just a second ago. Matter of the fact you weren’t anywhere near him. And when you came rushing down the street, calling out to him, everything changed.

A hooded figure behind him raises their arm, a gun in hand and pointed towards the love of your life. Here you are, happy to see that he is alive but now the reason he won’t be. Before you can use your voice to warn him, the sound of the bullet leaving the barrel rings in your ears, his eyes widening as it pierces his back. It causes him to stumble forward.

You reach out with your arms to catch him, the both of you falling to the pavement. His heavy weight bearing down on you, the tremble in your lips and you are barely able to roll him over. As soon as you can get him on his back, the dark red has seeped onto the fabric of his clothes on the front of his tank top.

“O-oh, no, no I’m sorry. O-oscar?” You speak his name out but no noise comes from your lips. You try to scream him back to life nothing but a strained noise escapes you. What did you do? Your voice finally sounds but the image of a bleeding out Oscar starts to fade away, The colorful scene beginning to soften to black and white and then gone.

You can feel the air fill your lungs as your eyes open. Beads of sweat over your forehead and heat radiating off your body as the comforter is flung off you. You’re in your bed, at Oscar’s place

“Hey, hey, you okay? Y/N, hey look at me.” You’re looking down at Oscar’s bare torso, no tank top, no blood stains. After a moment of relief, realizing that it was just a nightmare, you lock eyes with him. His face of worry lessens as you take deep breath.

You shake you head and squeeze your eyes as the image of him shot flashes once more. “Talk to me.” He reaches over you to turn on your bedside lamp. The dim light hurting your eyes for a brief moment. You can feel the heart palpitations in your chest begin to fall away, the more deep breaths you take.

“I’m sorry... bad dream. Of you,” Oscar sighs, interlocking your fingers to his. He knows exactly what you mean when you say that. It’s the same nightmare that you’ve been having for the past few weeks. It began to worry him with how much sleep you are losing. It being hard for you to fall back asleep afterwards. “Losing you... haunts me when I’m awake and asleep.”

“Bebe... Cuchillos is gone. She’s dead. She can’t control me or hurt me no more. The Streets are a thing of the past for me. We aren’t in Freeridge. We are safe, hm?” He pushes your unruly hair over your shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

The sounds off cars passing pull your attention from him. You look around and see the messy, half un-packed room. We aren’t in Freeridge anymore. Cuchillos can’t hurt him, the streets are a thing of the past, Y/N.

But even those reminders won’t stop the nightmares from coming. Oscar can see how your mind is racing by the dazed look on your face. He places another kiss on your shoulder to pull you back to reality, “What’s on your mind, mamas?”

After another deep breath, you turn to him and look for reassurance in his eyes.

“I guess.. though that part of your life is done with.. you know, I guess I know that no matter where you run to your past can still haunt you.” You tell him, he purses his lips, running a hand over his tired face.

“Not this time, no one to chase me but the memories. Remember that, okay? The one who could hurt me is gone. Everything in with the streets were handled before we left. No one will come for me. The Santos still have my back and would let me know should something come our way.” Oscar runs his thumb along your knuckles as a comfort mechanism.

“We left because of me. Because I kept bugging you to seek out this life.”

The corner of his lip twitches up to a lopsided grin, “Encouraged me, motivated me to move on and get what I truly have been wanting, I don’t see a issue with that.” Oscar had became more optimistic since dating you. And most times, you adored how he saw the brighter side of everything but in the moment it annoyed you how he didn’t see the problem.

“I am trying to get you to see the big picture. You did all of that because of me, because I encouraged you to. People know Spooky traded in his glock for a domestic life. That makes you vulnerable. That can get you killed, I could be the reason you get a bullet in your back.”

Just like the nightmare. Oscar being distracted by you, he doesn’t see the danger that follows behind him.

Releasing yourself from his hold, you slip out of bed to get some water. The heavy feeling of the worrying making you thirsty. After a few gulps of the cold liquid, you lean against the counter and rubbing your temples.

You hear a click of a gun, your heart jumping at the sound but it’s only Oscar standing across from you. He holds a glock in his hands, showing it to you from where he stands, “I got one on the bedroom, one near the door and even under the sink in the bathroom.

“We may have left Freeridge, but I can promise you, Freeridge hasn’t left me.I know that how I left things won’t guarantee mine or your safety 100% but I know the odds are a lot more in my favor than they have ever been in the past 25 years of my life. You were not the reason I decided to do this, you were one of them but I wanted this for me. If anyone comes to put a bullet in my back, it’ll be because of me and only me. You will never be the reason for that. Understand?”

His seriousness in his voice relaxes you a lot more. You nod and try to release any remaining tension in your body through another exhale.” Yeah, I understand. I’ll keep reminding myself of that.”

“I’ll remind you as much as you need, mi amor.”

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[hesther-mcg]

blue dragons, part two + chapter thirteen

pairing: eventual asami x female oc 

character appearances: princess ursa II, general iroh II

summary: the one where iroh has to face the fact that his daughter is leaving

warnings: none i don’t think?? emotional 

a/n: i have no other explanation for why this took so long other than lack of motivation and self doubt haha. i’m not too sure how i feel about it, but i’m ready to get it posted and move on to the other chapters, but i am sorry that i made you guys wait so long. i wish i could have a consistent posting schedule but alas i am Not That Girl. also i made this gif for the chapter hehe 

p2, chap 12  p2, chap 13  blue dragons m. list

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+ part 3

“So, the dragon’s finally leaving the nest, huh?” The familiar voice of Ursa’s father broke the silence of the room, somehow heavy and light all at the same time. 

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, her long hair whipping around with it, and she spotted the man leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t look very happy, in fact he looked quite sad deep down; like he was trying to bury it and hide it from the world, but she could see through him. 

Ursa gave him a closed mouth grin anyways, feeling her own sadness deep down as well. “Yeah, but you know I’ll always fly back home.”

She stood before her bed, open suitcases and bags spread out and clothes everywhere. She was packing for her trip to the Southern Water Tribe, and wasn’t quite sure of the length of the trip, and had since decided to pack everything she owned that would keep her warm. 

To be fair, there weren’t many times Ursa needed to bundle up to keep out the cold, but that was about to change very soon. 

Her father chuckled and made his way further into the room slowly, “That’s what I like to hear.” He placed himself in an empty space on the bed, and watched his daughter with sad eyes. Each item that was packed away tugged at his heart strings, and he tried his best not to cry. That would be too dramatic. 

He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I don’t know why you don’t call a staff member to help, you’ve got tons of stuff here,” he attempted to distract himself from his emotions, to keep himself steady. 

“I can do things for myself, and I think now would be the time to show that,” she stated simply, not taking her eyes off of the task at hand. Iroh watched her for a few more moments, mind moving a mile a minute with a thousand different scenarios.

That was a dumb question, because it didn’t help at all. 

“Is this what you feel like watching me pack to leave overseas?” He questioned, voice and heart equally as heavy. 

Ursa faltered for only a second before her hands resume their actions. “Pretty much,” she nodded a few times. “It’s hard, preparing yourself to be without someone you love, but knowing that they’re doing something important is slightly comforting.” 

She placed the top she was folding down into the suitcase and turned her body slightly towards her father. “Watching you leave makes me sad, but knowing that you’re doing great things in the United Forces makes me feel a bit better,” she pursed her lips and swallowed thickly. “Think of it like this, Dad; the Avatar is the key to peace and balance in the world, and I’m going away to teach her. Isn’t that incredible?” 

“It is,” he nodded, and closed his eyes to hide the tears that gathered. “I’m really proud of you, Ursa. These last sixteen years have been hard without your mom,” he paused and gave a breathy chuckle, “--like really hard. But having you makes every day worth it,” he looked at her with eyes full of love and sadness, shining with pride and admiration. “Every time I see you doing something that makes me stop in my tracks, something only you would really do, it’s like I can feel her with me, you know? Standing beside me, head on my shoulder, whispering, ‘that’s our girl.’” His voice broke mid sentence and the Princess felt her heart crack, right down the middle. 

She placed a hand on her father’s shoulder and watched him for a moment before she spoke, taking in every detail that was so familiar ti her and that she would miss oh so dearly. His short black hair was styled as usual, and framed his face handsomely. His golden brown eyes that matched her own seemed to sparkle from the tears in the low light of her bedroom; tears because he loved her and was proud of her, because he would miss her every day and think of her often, because he was scared to let his little girl go but knew she wasn’t so little anymore. 

“I know what you mean,” Ursa comforted softly, feeling the sting behind her eyes the more she spoke. “I saw her, when I was fighting the guards,” she elaborated, “she was standing between you and Grandma, and she had a hand on both of your shoulders. I think that just goes to show that she’s always with us, you know? She’s always watching,” she placed herself gently beside her father, and he wrapped an arm around her. He missed how her eyes traveled to the doorway, and how they stayed glued there. He missed how his late love, the one on his mind and in his heart, stood there with a sweet smile and ethereal glow. 

“Being your dad’s been the greatest thing to ever happen to me,” he whispered, and Ursa’s throat tightened. “I don’t want you to ever forget that, no matter where you are or where I am,” Iroh shakily instructed, and when his daughter turned to look at him he gave her a tearful smile. 

“It’s hard, letting you go,” he nodded as he spoke, choking on his words as he struggled to keep somewhat composed. “Because I want to keep you safe and with me; but I know that you’re smart and can handle just about anything thrown at you.”

“Cause I’m your dragon?” She whispered hoarsely, the tears finally streaming down her cheeks and instead of a sixteen year old girl, he saw a tiny five year old looking up at him with sparkling gold eyes and a frown. 

“You’ll always be my dragon, Princess,” he answered her just as softly, and pulled her in for a hug. He wrapped his large arms around her smaller frame and tucked her under his chin, and she squeezed his torso tightly. Her cheek was squished against his chest, the material of his uniform collecting her tears but neither could be bothered to care; and he tried to memorize the feeling of holding her. Angi knew he’d need it when times got rough. 

This was the most emotional Iroh II had gotten in a long time, and he hardly ever did so in front of others, but it was difficult to hold it back and keep it hidden from his daughter. He had tried, tried so hard to remain the strong hero she knew he was, but in the wake of his only child packing up her entire closet to leave for who knows how long, he couldn’t care less about it anymore. 

The moment was vulnerable, sweet and sentimental and sad all at once. 

When the pair parted from one another, they discreetly wiped their eyes and stood from the bed. Silently, Ursa resumed her packing and her father stood beside her and began to help; but they didn’t need to say anything, everything that they were thinking could be felt by the other. 

The moment was still vulnerable, hearts bared and feelings exposed, and Amiko could feel the emotions swirling in the room on her fingertips when she reached out to her family. 

[kalimagik]

Not Truly Gone

 Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: ~3,500

A/N: soooo this was supposed to be a fluff piece for Lena’s ( @angelinathebook​ ) writing challenge and the prompts are under fluff, but it turned into angst...I am very very sorry. But, I hope you like it anyways? Feedback is always appreciated! Happy reading guys <3 (also, I’m taking a page out of @obsessedwithrandomthings​ ‘s book. the flashbacks are in italics)

Prompts: (bolded in the text)

6. “I never want to be without you”

7. “I just want you to hold me”

Not my GIF - credits to the owner

She was numb. The world seemed to move around her in blurs. It had been this way for 6 months now. No one existed around her at the funeral except for George and he was just as distant as she was. Nothing seemed to matter as she packed up their apartment. Work was the furthest thing from her mind when she was there. All senses had left her body.

Her family rarely left her alone and Molly made sure to keep Y/N as close to the family as possible, but she had dug herself in this hole that she didn’t know how to escape. Instead of building a ladder to get out, the hole seemed to be getting deeper.

Without Fred Weasley in the world anymore, without him being her whole world, life seemed pointless. Thunder crashed outside of her office window and the sound threw her back to those many nights in Hogwarts when everything seemed simpler.

-

Rain battered against the glass window panes. The noise had been so soothing that it was impossible for any Hogwarts student to avoid the relaxing sense that lulled them to sleep. Most students were under the rain’s spell the moment their heads hit their pillows. However, Fred Weasley wasn’t most students.

“Psssst! Love!” Fred whispered through the curtains of her four poster bed. “Move over. I can’t sleep?”

Y/N may have been half asleep, but she still moved over. “You couldn’t sleep so you decided to somehow sneak into my dorm?” She whispered with her eyes still closed. “I don’t even want to know how you got in here.”

“Nothing, not even magic could keep me from you, love.” Fred kissed the side of her head before snuggling up to her. “I’d like to love you forever if you would let me.”

“I’d like that very much,” Y/N breathed out after inhaling Fred’s scent – gunpowder and caramel, an odd combination, but one that Y/N melted into every time.

-

Y/N snapped out of the happy memory when someone walked up to her desk, door slamming behind them. She realized that she had pulled Fred’s sweater from her desk and was trying to get every last bit of the fading gunpowder and caramel that rested on the sleeve.

“Are you busy?” George’s soft voice asked. Y/N lifted her head immediately to take in the state of her fiancé’s twin. His eyes were sunken in and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“I’m never too busy for you, Georgie.” Y/N put on the biggest smile she could muster and threw the sweater back into the drawer, hoping that George hadn’t seen her with it. She’d done a pretty good job of convincing everyone else that she was feeling better, even if she wasn’t.

“Want to go get some dinner? Your boss said that you’ve been holed up in here for hours. Yes, your boss sent me a message, so you can’t turn down my offer. I know you haven’t been eating well.” George explained with eyes that bore into her skull. She couldn’t avoid his gaze.

“You don’t have to worry about me George. I’m fine.”

“You’re as fine as our owl Errol after delivering a letter to Charlie in Romania. You’re not fine. Common, let’s go get some food. I could use the company too if that makes you feel any better.” George turned towards the door. “Oh, you should wear his sweater by the way. That was his favorite one to see one you,” he smirked before leaving her office.

Y/N smiled her first real smile in weeks.

-

“Y/N? Love? Have you seen my maroon sweater anywhere? The one I like to wear with my gray shirt?” Fred called out to her, searching every drawer that held his clothes. “Y/N? I’m going to be late to meet George!”

Fred could hear shuffling in the kitchen and digging through the utensil drawer. He left their bedroom to go search the sitting room where he found her sitting on the couch, pint of ice cream in hand and a maroon sweater hanging over her shoulders.

Fred chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe just watching her. “Oh, you meant this sweater?” she asked, mouth full of ice cream.

“Yes, that sweater.”

“And you want it now?” Her eyebrows raised in disappointment. She placed her ice cream on the arm of the couch, sliding the sweater off her arms.

“Actually, I think I can find something else to wear.” Fred made his way over to her, sliding the oversized sweater back into place.

“ORRRR…” Y/N elongated with a mischievous smile, “you could let George go do whatever by himself and wear less,” she finished with a wink before stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“You do make a convincing argument,” Fred replied with a hungry look in his eye.

“I think it’s a good idea for George to learn how to get on by himself anyways,” Y/N giggled as Fred started towards her, jumping on top of her with the ice cream forgotten about.

-

“What have you been up to?” Y/N asked George once they finally ducked out of the rain.

“I’ve been in the shop a bit more recently. I’ve started picking up all of the products that Fred had started to design and have had the motivation to finish them. You know how he always would start something and just never finish.” George chuckled at the memory.

“He was like that with everything,” Y/N laughed. “Remember how he only painted half of our apartment. He claimed he wanted to do it without magic and then I found him asleep with paint all over him when I got home. I had to stay up all night finishing!”

“How’s this restaurant?” George asked, stepping in front of a café on Diagon Alley.

Y/N paused and looked up the sign. She’d barely walked this street since she lost him and had been avoiding this restaurant at all costs. George must’ve seen the look in her eyes before he looked up at the name of the restaurant again. “Oh merlin. Y/N, I am so sorry. We can go somewhere else. There are a lot of new restaurants opening up on Diagon Alley recently, we can try one of them!”

Y/N inhaled deeply as she shook her head. “No. This is one of my favorite cafés. Let’s go in. I have to at some point, right?” Y/N led the way through the doors and the soft delicate coloring was just as it was all those months ago.

The hostess led her and George to a table near the front window. She sat down timidly, taking in the ambiance of the restaurant that meant so much to her.

“Good evening!” the waiter smiled as he placed menus in front of the silent pair. “Can I offer you any drinks this evening?”

“I’ll just take a water,” Y/N told him quickly as she felt her brain open the floodgates to the memories.

“Same for me,” George said before turning to Y/N as the waiter walked away. “Are you okay?”

Her breaths quickened as she thought about what day it was. “George, did you know?” she could barely look out. “Did you know that today was the day that we came here…and- and he proposed to me?”

-

“I love this restaurant!” Y/N smiled as Fred opened the door for her. She was in her favorite little sundress and even Fred had dressed up for the occasion. “But, it sure is empty in here tonight. Don’t they usually have a long wait?”

“I may have rented out the whole place…” Fred admitted, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the backroom. “I need you to close your eyes though.”

Laughing and shaking her head, Y/N shut her eyes on command. Fred’s strong hands guided her. “Can I open them yet, Freddie?”

“Just give me a second.” His hands let go over hers and Y/N heard him moving around and a little bit of shuffling. Y/N felt her smile grow when she felt the tall boy standing in front of her again. “Okay,” he whispered, “Open your eyes.”

Y/N’s eyes didn’t know where to look first. There were candles and roses and sunflowers all around the room. There was even a magical shimmer that seemed to make all of the lights glitter.

“Fred? What is this?” Y/N gasped, still trying to take everything in.

“Well, I wanted to do something special for you.” Fred had not stopped looking into her eyes the entire time, even though she was looking around the room.

“It’s so unexpected.” Her smile grew bigger and bigger every second they stood there. “Why did you do all of this?”

“Do I need a reason to do something for my beautiful girlfriend?”

Y/N shook her head as she looked towards the floor.

“There is a reason though,” Fred said, pulling her attention back to his face. “Y/N, love. I wanted to ask you something.” Fred slowly sunk to one knee, not taking his eyes off of the girl in front of her.

Y/N felt her breath hitch in her chest. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing, Freddie?” she whispered.

“Y/N?  I could tell you all of the things about you that amaze me and make me fall in love with you every day, but I would rather show you for the rest of our lives. Love, would you marry me? Nothing would make me happier in the world!”

Y/N’s head just started nodding instinctively. She didn’t even need to think about it. Of course she wanted to marry Fred.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Freddie. Of course I want to marry you!” Y/N got out.

Fred pulled her close to him and kissed her like he never wanted to lose you. “I had a feeling that tonight would be the best night of my life. I never want to be without you and now I don’t have too.”

-

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay?” Y/N opened her eyes to see George standing over her.

“What? What happened?” she asked sitting up.

“I think you were having a panic attack and then passed out. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that happened today. I never would have brought you here if I did.” George tried to explain as he helped Y/N into a chair.

“It’s not your fault. I thought I was ready for this. Could we maybe just go home?” Y/N asked softly.

“You still haven’t eaten anything yet though.” George pointed out.

“I’m not hungry.”

“No! No, Y/N.” George put his foot down. “I’m trying to get better as much as you are. I’ve noticed each time at family dinners where you fade off to the background after making small talk for a quarter of the evening. I’ve noticed how you push the food around your plate. You never come around with Lee and I anymore. You’re holed up in your office even though I know you’re barely getting any work done. Fred would hate me if I didn’t worry about you right now. And I want to worry about you!” George raised his voice.

Y/N just looked at him, stunned. Everyone had been so careful around her for months, careful not to hit a nerve. But, perhaps they had been doing that with George too and she just hadn’t noticed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N. But you were so full of life and just one of my best friends. I feel like I’ve lost you. I’m not asking you to forget him.” George’s voice dropped to a whisper. “But, I am asking you to keep living your life. He would have wanted you too.”

Y/N nodded, understanding how he felt and knowing that he was right about Fred.

“Will you just talk to me? Get some of what you’re feeling out? We don’t have to stay here. We can go to the apartment above the store and get some takeout. How does that sound?”

Not having any response, Y/N just stood up to follow the red head out of the restaurant.

Once in George and Fred’s old flat, George made Y/N get comfortable on the sofa. He handed her blankets, jumpers, really anything that Fred had touched. He couldn’t bring himself to clean the stuff out yet, so it was all where Fred had left it. He was only there on nights when he worked late because he and Y/N moved in together.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, George.”

“Yes I do. You were supposed to be my sister-in-law, meaning that you will always be my sister-in-law, so it’s now my job.”

Y/N couldn’t stop from chuckling at George’s attempts to cheer her up. “Thank you,” she whispered as she opened the take-out food George sat on her lap.

“Anytime, sis. Want to tell me where your head has been?”

“It’s so hard to think about,” Y/N stuttered. She could feel the tears swelling in her eyes at the thought.

“I know it is, but you’ve listened to me and it really does help. Y/N/N, I know that you were right there. You can’t hold it in.”

“I still have nightmares about it. It plagues my every thought. I’m trapped by the memory and every happy memory takes me right back to it, Georgie.” Her words were barely audible over the sounds coming from Diagon Alley.

“Tell me what happened…” George pushed.

Y/N breathed in deeply. The smell of Fred encased her. The scent made her feel a little stronger and more comfortable. “Fine…” she paused before telling her story.

-

Green flashes were going off left and right. Spells could be heard from every direction. More bodies hit the ground each moment, but Y/N couldn’t stop to tend to the fallen. She had to get to Fred.

“Fred? FREDDIE!” she called even though her yells could bring unwanted attention from Death Eaters.

“Over here, love!” he called, a smile still etched on his lips even though he was in the middle of a battle. “This is good fun, isn’t it? Mum would never let us dual properly when we were younger,” he laughed, turning his attention back to the Death Eater in front of him.

“Can we finish this up and get out of here?” Y/N asked as Fred blasted the Death Eater, rendering him unconscious.

“Once I get to blast a few more of You-know-who’s followers. We may never get this chance again!”

Y/N shook her head at how playful her fiancé could be in the midst of a war. Only he could be having fun right now.

“Please come with me now, Freddie?” she pleaded. “We could go elope or something. That would be more fun!” she bargained.

“That sounds bloody brilliant!” Fred responded, shooting a spell past Y/N’s head and hitting a snatcher behind her.

“Thanks for that,” she grinned.

“Anytime, love,” Fred bantered, now close enough to kiss her forehead. “Shall we?”

“Fred! Y/N! Look out!” Percy’s voice came from nowhere. Suddenly a blast so loud shook the whole corridor where the couple was standing. Y/N tried to hold Fred close to her, but he pushed her out of the way, out of the way of the wall that fell where they had been standing.

Y/N’s head shot up the moment she hit the ground. Smoke and rubble was all around her. “Fred? Fred?!” Each time she said his name, there was more and more urgency. Y/N scrambled to pull rocks off of where she had last seen Fred. “No, no, no, no!” she said with each breath.

That’s when she saw his body. She mustered every bit of strength she had to pull him out of the stone. His breaths were shallow and Y/N could see the pain spread across his face. “Don’t worry, Freddie,” she sighed. “You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you, you’re going to be okay. HELP! OVER HERE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” Y/N called to whoever would listen.

“No, no, Y/N. It’s okay. It’s my time apparently.”

“No, Fred! I won’t allow it. We have the rest of our lives, remember?” Fred could see the tears push through the grime that covered her face. How could she still be so beautiful like this?

“I just want you to hold me. Can you just hold me, Y/N/N?” he asked as he shut his eyes. His hands had enough strength to stroke her cheek and hair one more time.

Her sobs took over. She couldn’t hear anything around her. She couldn’t see the protective shields being put up as Ron, Percy, Hermione, and Harry entered the scene. Her whole world was right in front of her. Her whole world shattered the moment Fred took his last breath.

“I won’t let go, I won’t let go of you,” Y/N spoke each word in between her sobs. Ron had to pull her away from Fred’s body as Harry and Percy moved him behind the suite of armor. All of this happened around her and she couldn’t feel any of it.

-

“That- that’s horrible. I didn’t know that all happened,” George broke the silence when she finished speaking.

She couldn’t sob, but the tears streaked down her face uncontrollably. She looked up from the cup of water that somehow wound up in her hands to meet George’s sad eyes. The eyes that looked so much like Fred’s.

“I haven’t told anyone else before,” Y/N sniffled. George moved from the chair to next to her on the couch, putting a protective arm around her shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“As sad as it was and still is, it was my moment with him. My last moment. I wasn’t ready to share it with anyone. I could just remember him smiling up at me and asking me to hold him like I had asked him so many times before.”

George sat there in silence, just holding his twin’s fiancé. She didn’t know how much she hadn’t needed someone to know what she was going through until her story was heard by George. A weight seemed to be lifted off of her shoulders. She was still sad, but it didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

“I still love him so much, George,” she whispered.

“I know you do. I can still see it in your eyes whenever someone brings him up.”

“I just don’t know how to live without him…”

“Me either, but we will figure it out. He’s not truly gone. We’ll see him again. Mum says this all the time, but it never quite stuck until right now. She always says, ‘we see him in the things that he loved and the things that he used to do, you just have to be willing to look for him.’ That’s why I started working on his inventions again. It makes me closer to him.”

“But, I’m not a prankster like the two of you. Fred and I were always opposites. I don’t have anything like that.”

“Yes, you do,” George assured her. “He loved everything about you. He loved when you picked flowers and arranged them in the kitchen even though he complained about it. He loved when you got in baking moods and made him all sorts of sweets. He purposely half-finished things so that you would help him. I bet if you finished anything that isn’t done yet, you would feel him chuckling behind you.”

Y/N looked to George. “How do you know all of that?” she asked. “I didn’t even know that.”

“He would never shut up about you, but trust me, if you just go back to being you, you’ll feel him because he loved you so much.”

“Thank you, George.”

“Anytime. I’m always here to remind you, just like how you’ve been here for my family. Don’t forget that we all love you nearly as much as he did, so don’t let us lose you too.”

“I won’t.” Y/N actually returned his worried stare with a soft smile and she wasn’t faking it. “He’s still here…” she said more for herself than George. The sadness she felt over Fred’s loss would never go away, but now she could start healing and moving forward with all the happy memories beside her.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Poetry, my love

*credit to the gif owner* 

Pairing: Sam x Y/n/ Reader 

Pov: Sam

Warnings: Sweet moments, Sam writing, Sam falling in love with the reader, Mention of Sams past relationship (With Jessica), Internal monologue, (Quick mention of Dean), Love confession. 

Summary: Sam tries to write poems. All of which end up being about or for Y/n, and all of them are about just how much Sam truly loves her. 

A/N- All of these poems are from Pinterest! 

Word Count: 1.9k 

Masterlist

Taglist: @sweetdetectivequeen​ 

I remember when I was in middle and high school, how much I thrived in English class. I love to read, but because I’ve read so much in my life. I’ve found out recently that I absolutely love to write.  

I love to write little blurb of what a hunt was like, and I’ve taken up journaling. Some people might say that writing things out can make them come alive, but I I personally think that once it out on paper, then it kind of cleans the mind. Declutter my head if you will.  

Going through my phone my eyes landed on Pinterest. It wasn’t an app I used very often, but I clicked on it anyway. Going through the process of making an account it asked me what I liked and my interest. I assumed based off what I choose the app would give me different things to look at in my feed.  

That is exactly what happened. A few motivational words popped up, and I scrolled through, then a few quotes popped up. But what really caught my attention was the search bar. I wanted to see what other people thought about writing so that’s what I put in the search bar.

I scrolled for a few minutes, and then the word ‘Poems’ popped up. After the years that I’d been writing not once had I tired doing poetry, so I clicked on it. The first poem that was in the stream said the following;  

The most  

beautiful part is,  

I wasn’t even looking  

when I found you.  

Man, that was so calming and peaceful. A true statement. It made me think of Y/n. The way she just was placed into our life, I hadn’t been looking. I stopped looking when after Jessica died.  

I stopped thinking that i deserved to find love. I stopped believing I was worth it. But that was all before Y/n came into my life. She was sweetest person you’ll ever met. She always wears a smile regardless of how bad a situation could get.  

She is nerdy like me, she loved to read through the lore books, making it an effort to help me when I couldn’t quite figure something out on my own. The thing about Y/n is she wasn’t just like me, she disappears for hours, in the kitchen cooking with Dean, or making pie for him. She is the best thing to come into our lives since forever.  

Again, I started to read through posts on Pinterest. I wondered how many of these posts were meant to be about the girl of someone dreams. I scrolled through seeing a ton of different poems. Some were sad, about how breakable a women’s heart really is. Some on the other hand were about falling in love with the girl of your dreams.  

Another poem said;  

If you look carefully,  

She’s slowly falling in love with you,  

But she doesn’t want you to find out,  

Well, not yet.”

This makes me think even more about Y/n. Does she love me? Is she falling in love with me and doesn’t want me to find out? Is she falling in love with me, like I am with her? I have so many questions that I couldn’t possibly ask her.  

I wonder if she sits in bed like I do and fantasize over her. I sound creepy, but I honestly want to know. I pay attention to her, and her actions. When she’s with Dean she isn’t touchy. When we’re on a hunt, she chooses to sleep in bed with me. She talks about everything with me. Let’s me in, let’s me comfort her.  

Is this her way of saying I want to be with you Sam? I once again start to scroll through the feed, looking and reading through all the poems. Coming across another one, this one though made me stop and think. Made me realize a few things more about Y/n.  

“Find Someone who makes you realize three things: One, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.”  

I realized all of those things when I thought of Y/n. When I was with Y/n no matter where we were I felt at home with her. We could be hundreds of miles away from the bunker, deep in a hunt. As long as she was there, I was happy, content, and at peace.  

Number two took me a few times to really figure out. The first time I noticed it was our first Christmas with Y/n. She’d been with us for a whole year, and I couldn’t help but go out and get her something. I went to our local book store, and picked up 3 historical novels, based on what she’d read and what she had with her when she arrived at the bunker. When she opened her gifts, I couldn’t start to describe her smile. And then she dropped her books and run up to me, and crushed in her slender frame. This hug was different than others, the other hugs were ones that were in fear of losing each other, ones that were meant as apologies.  

The second time I noticed it was Dean’s birthday. Y/n and I had gone out shopping for Dean first separate and then together. We wanted to get him a gift that suited him. We walked around the mall, both searching for the best store to choose from. “Oh Sammy... oops sorry I meant Sam. Look over there.” She spoke.  

Moments like this where she was afraid to be like this way with me. “You can call me Sammy, Y/n. It doesn’t bother me when you do it.” I said involuntarily. I little blush rose to her cheeks, “Okay Sammy. There’s a store looks like a cowboy themed place.” She said walking towards the store.  

Rarely would I do something out of my comfort zone, and not ask the other person. But before Y/n could get too far away from me, I grabbed her wrist and slipped our hands together. I made a quick excuse when she turned around and looked down at our hands and then me. “I just don’t want to get lost from you; this place does seem pretty huge.” I had said.  

In moments when we were hurt in hunts. Moments where it seemed like we might say goodbye forever. I had Y/n in my arms in the back seat of the impala, she had a huge gash through her back, thankfully nothing had hit any vital organs or hit her spinal cord.  

She sat in my lap her hands wrapped around my neck, our hearts pressed tightly together, I was grasping tightly to her. Trying to keep myself tethered to her. I focused on her breathing. Focused on the scent of the peach shampoo that still lingered in her hair.  

I would see Dean looking in the back through the mirror. I didn’t have time to deal with his comments so i dropped my gaze, I was trying so hard to not break down, in front of my big brother or Y/n. Y/n needs a strong man, so that’s what I’ll be right now, just for her.  

As  i thought about past moments. I realized that I couldn’t keep the charade up anymore, about I felt towards Y/n. Making myself close out of the very calming app, I clicked on to the massaging app.  

Sliding the small list of contacts, I did I have. I sent Dean an “goodnight” message before slipping out of our conversation and into Y/n and I conversation. I started to type and then deleted it.  

I fell into this rhyme for a what seemed like an hour, of me saying how I felt and then deleting it. I received a “Good night bitch 😴” Message from Dean. I slide it off my screen refocusing on my message to Y/n.  

Then all the sudden it clicked in my head. And I started typing my message out. Careful to phrase words the particular way.  

“In you, I have finally found all I never dared dream I could deserve or have- the kind of love that is rare. Being known in a way that touches the deepest parts of me. Accepted in a way that blows my mind.”  

I sent this part to her. I waited till she has read the massage. Then only a few moments later I saw a message from her pop up.  

“Sammy what are you saying?” Y/n asked. So, I started to write the second part of my message.

“In you, Y/n the love I have always desired to give now has a place to call home, I hope? I have been skeptic, but you are my undeniable miracle. The questions don’t matter anymore.” I sent once again waiting for another message back from Y/n.  

What I got surprised me. “Come to my room, Sammy.” She sent. I quickly uncovered myself from the thin blanket, and slipped on a Henley, along with my slippers.  

I opened my door, and pretty much ran down the hall way, my phone still tightly placed in my hand. I slowed down as I made my way in front of Y/n’s door. I knocked and was granted access.  

“Come in Sammy.” She said in her cute voice. I walked in, and shut the door softly. Before turning on my heels and standing still. “You can come over here and sit down with me Sammy.” So, I did as she said.  

I walked over and sat down next to her. “So, Sammy, what did you mean by your message?” She asked grabbing my much larger hand with her much smaller hand.  

I hadn’t ever noticed that, but instead of answering Y/n question I found our hands more interesting. “Sammy?” She said once again, but her voice was softer and quiet.  

“I hope to god I’m not stepping over a boundary, but what I was trying to say was that I think... Wait No I know that I’ve fallen for you more deeply than I think I can understand. And I hope that you feel the same way?” I said rubbing my calloused thumb over the knuckles on her left hands.  

“Sammy, I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.” Y/n said. Smiling showing off her bright eyes, and dimples on her cheeks.  

“We have finally found each other, and that is enough. Right?” I said still a little worried I might say something wrong and ruin that whole moment.  

“Yeah Sammy, I hop... I know that it’s enough, because when I’m with you I fell at peace and I wouldn’t want anything else then that.” She spoke. I brought my hand up to her cheek cupping it in my hand, and brought her close to my chest.  

I kissed her lips, and god if it wasn’t the most intoxicating thing, I’ve ever tasted. I would be lying, she tasted like dark chocolate, and honey. Our lips didn’t fight for dominance, it was just a sweet kiss. Something that made this moment just so much more real.  

“God, I love you so much Winchester.” Y/n said against my lips. I only smiled and whispered into her lips “I love you too, Y/L/N”  “And don’t worry I’ll keep Dean from teasing the both of us.” I spoke. 

Completed on : 03/14/2021 

[maghrib-genova]

Watching this movie with a questionable plot like where are we going with this?

But they also gave me this shot with Luca showing his ass so I think it's payback enough for my time. 🤣🙉

It's a war movie not so much plot except that Luca was trying to find away to find this dude who he is jealous over him like the narrative keep trying to make a point that the dude he was after are more handsome, braver and nicer, Etc and Luca called him his friend but his motivation to get to him was to know "did you fuck the girl I like?" Luca/Milton does whatever he could and whatever it takes to be able to ask this haha

Like it was such a bizarre excuse as the plot drive for the main character, okay he was his friend but the motivation wasn't strong enough as he seems like he is more jealous toward him and their flashback together was also vague, how much he value this friend? but again he might confuse his feeling too ? he might be in love with this dude rather than the girl haha. I mean his memory of him was rather . Fond? And romantic?

Good job luca Marinelli in making this movie a little bit bearable to watch with once again the unclear idea if you're gay or not as a character 🤣

+Bonus

Milton dramatic ass crying on that grass like that.

++ bonus

Milton dramatic ass hugging his parents

+++ bonus

Milton dramatic ass 180° turn over 🤣

++++

Milton dramatic ass having a fever because of that did you fuck my wife question

Conclusion. This bitch is dramatic. And the movie score is 5.1/10 from me because well at least it makes me question things about his relationship and his feeling toward Giorgio.

+++++++++ the true OG of this movie. These two and that small girl drinking water. But I can't fit the gif anymore for her.

[girlsinoctober]

past tense, and its clatter [e.p.]

emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: the death of ian doyle has come with a load of problems but emily’s love for her girlfriend will outweigh all of them.

disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, mentions of murder, blood, same-sex relationship, talk of crime

gif belongs to @beth-boland

italics = flashback

There was a story. As it is, was, and ever would be: it did not start at the trial. Emily knew that much.

It did not start when she looked at your hands in that court room and thought ‘dear God, what had those hands done?’, because she was unaware of the repercussions that were bound to ensue.

It started a long time ago, when she was undercover as Ian Doyle’s lover. Before that night your lips first met in her office, when she was just starting to forget what life without the team was like. Before you showed up at her door covered in someone else's blood.

“Miss y/l/n, is it true that you encountered Ian Doyle some time after his abduction of Agent Emily Prentiss?”

You could barely hold yourself up as you sat in a stand adjacent the counsel of federal officers. Your face was drained of color and your body was hunched over as if someone was landing punches onto the delicate skin of your stomach. The toll that had been taken on you was greater than anyone could ever imagine and Emily was the only one that saw the behind-the-scene breakdowns.

You pushed out a bitter chuckle, “I’d hardly call him kidnapping me ‘an encounter’, but yes. It was after we rescued Agent Prentiss, she had just been reintroduced as part of the team.”

"And will you define 'we', please?" He questioned. "The FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Agents Rossi, Morgan, Reid, Jareau, Garcia, Hotchner, and I.”

“Now, would you mind to speak about your first encounter with Mr. Doyle and every encounter thereafter.”

“I only ever met Doyle once.” You corrected.

Your eyes wandered to the jury box where your team was sitting quietly, eventually landing on Emily as your eyes locked on one another. For a moment, weakness glinted in your eyes like a piece of glass at the bottom of the ocean and it took all Emily had to keep herself from reaching out to you.

“Em, you’re still here?” Emily looked up to meet your eyes, even in the darkness of her office the sight of you was enough to lighten her mood. “I thought I was the only one that stayed until the janitors were ready to shut the lights off.” You joked softly as you moved through her office door.

Momentarily, her heart jumped. She had always admired you, the way you carried yourself day in and day out. She thought you were beautiful. But her favorite you was the you she saw after long days. When your face was flushed red and your hair was beginning to spring from its confinement. She thought this raw you was more beautiful than the dolled-up you she watched walk into work every morning.

Emily smiled softly at you, “I know it’s late. I'm just...looking at possible cases for tomorrow.” You moved towards her desk and she took a short breath, making a poor attempt to cover the file in front of her from your view. You shook your head with a slight smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Emily, you don’t have to protect me. I know more than anyone that this world is a fucked up place.”

Emily met your eyes, chewing on the bottom of her lip. “I know." She couldn't help it, ever since the first day she met you it was like she had this deep-rooted need to shield you from all the bad things in the world. That was hard given your profession.

Finally, she stood from her chair and pushed herself away. You watched her walk through the office until you were the only thing between her and her desk. She reached out to push a strand of hair out of your face. "Even if you are an agent, I still wish I could protect you from all the bad in the world. Even if it meant putting myself in danger." It was more of a thought than something she wanted to say out-loud, but it came out nevertheless.

“I couldn’t let that happen...I like you too much for that.” You spoke softly, the ghost of a smile spreading across your lips. Emily attempted to hide the widening of her eyes as she met yours. Your face had not changed which only made it harder for her to differentiate whether that was as admission of a crush or if you were just happy she was your friend.

Still, she took a bold step as she spoke up, “Don’t say that, you’ll tempt me.”

“So the night that Mr. Doyle kidnapped you was the first time you had ever met him? What do you believe his motives were for kidnapping you?”

Your eyes briefly flickered to Emily once again. "Possibly the nature of your relationship to Agent Prentiss...?" The counselman suggested, lifting an eyebrow at you as you met his eyes.

“Don’t say that, you’ll tempt me.” Emily whispered, only to be met with a surprised look on your face. "Tempt you to do what?" you questioned, biting down on your bottom lip. You know that you were testing the limits here.

The both of you paused, neither moving from your places. You became increasingly aware of your position, she had you practically pressed against her desk and looked down on you with a look in her eyes that prompted butterflies at the pit of your stomach. Before you had the time to process what was happening, she lifted you onto her desk by the underneath of your thighs. Your heart was now pounding in your chest, wildly pumping in an attempt to have some form of control over your body.

“Emily,” You whispered, her gaze falling to your lips. She hesitated before pressing her lips to yours. It started off slow, her lips worked against yours in a haze of passion fulfillment; you had both waited a long time for this. When she felt she had introduced her lips to yours well enough, she progressed to sliding her tongue into your mouth. 

The way she praised you with her mouth elicited a whimper from your lips. Eventually she pulled away, looking down at you with dark, hooded eyes. "As much as I'd love to take you right here on this desk, we should probably get out of here." She spoke breathlessly, “But you’re more than welcome to come to my place.”

"Ian Doyle had been trying to get revenge for Agent Prentiss's undercover job since he got out of custody. That was the BAU's conclusion as to why he kidnapped me." You looked forward at the man. 

"Could you tell us what happened the night Ian Doyle died?" That hit you, sparked a pain inside your chest.

"I-uh," you struggled to find the words. "I woke up in one of Doyle's warehouses. He had my hands bound together behind my back and he sat in a chair in front of me."

You wouldn't look at Emily now, she couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or the fact that she sparked so much emotion in you that not looking at her was the only way you could keep yourself from crying. 

"Doyle told me the only way I would make it out alive would be if I gave him Agent Prentiss's address and resigned from the BAU.”

The man nodded his head, then the woman beside him spoke, “And how did you get free?”

You cleared your throat weakly, “It took me a while to iron out a plan. By the time that I had, I was in the car with him and leaving whatever warehouse he had kept me in. He had a knife sitting in his lap, presumably what he was going to kill me with if I did not comply with his orders.”

“At some point he had been distracted by a car nearly hitting us. Immediately, he pressed the knife to my neck, asking if I had known the car. I didn’t. It was just any old jackass on the street. But at the point Doyle was on highs alert.”

“But his focus on the road took some away from me. He was so driven by his rage against Agent Prentiss that he had cut corners just to get to her. The ropes my hands were bound with were beginning to come loose and my hands were sliding free.”

"What happened after that, Agent?" The female officer pushed. "Um...." A tear slid down your face and you made a quick attempt to wipe it away, looking to Emily for comfort. 'You're okay, breathe baby' she mouthed to you, looking at you as if you were made of glass. 

You turned back to the lawyer, “His driving had become erratic, he was nervous that agents were after him. At one point he slammed on the brakes so hard that it threw the knife to the floorboard between the two seats. He wasn’t worried about it because, as far as he knew, my hands were tied behind my back.

“When he wasn’t looking, I picked up the knife and drove it into his stomach." You took a shaky breath, blinking back the tears that were continuously pooling in your eyes. 

“Continue agent.”

“When his hands left the wheel, the car immediately barreled into traffic. Upon hitting another car, the air bags deployed. It took several moments before I was stable enough to climb out of the car but when I did, Doyle was already lying in the ground with a gun a few feet out of his grasp.”

"I picked it up with my left hand, pointing it at him while he was on the ground." 

"But you didn't use the gun, did you Agent?" The third counsel member questioned, holding up four pictures for you to see; pictures of Doyle's body with stab sounds all around his abdomen and chest. 

"No," you whispered, "I didn't. I picked up the knife and drove it into his chest. Then I proceeded to pull it out and continued to stab him." The counselman shook his head in disappointment, "And after that?"

"I ran. As fast and as far as I could until I couldn't run anymore."

Emily was practically drowning within her own satin sheets by the time she heard the knocking on her apartment door. She listened further, wondering if she had only imagined it in her half-asleep state.

Then it sounded again, urgent and persistent knocking on the door forced her out of bed. In the midst of tying her robe, she reached for the gun sitting on her nightstand and carefully tended to the door.

She raised the gun in her hands, carefully reaching for the doorknob. When she pulled it open, her gun was at the ready. That was, until her eyes met you.

Blood-soaked clothing clung to your body like a wet blanket. Your eyes were dark, glossed over as if all of your emotions had been ripped from your chest. A gash on your forehead was leaking blood onto your face and neck.

When your eyes lifted to meet hers, a dam broke inside you and tears fell from your eyes. Eventually you were sobbing, reaching out for Emily as she set the gun down and took you into her arms before busing you to the couch.

“Em,” you called out to her desperately, followed by a whimper. Emily pulled your shirt over your head, placing it on the table behind you. Instinctively, she searched your abdomen for cuts or gashes. The only thing she was met with where a collection of bruises scattered across your rib cage.

“Darling,” she mumbled worriedly, meeting your tear-filled eyes once again. She caressed the side of your face, wiping a tear away with her thumb. “Baby. Please tell me what happened.” Your stomach twisted, heart beating out of your chest. Emily had never seen you cry like this and it worried her to no end.

“Em,” you gripped at her robe desperately, shaking your head and squeezing your eyes closed. “I...I killed him Em."

“Members of the BAU. Your fellow agent is being examined as to find out if she is unfit to continue her duties with your team. If deemed unfit she will be relived from her position and restricted from any further position within the FBI.”

The team tensed as JJ stood up, "Counsel. With all due respect; Y/n is, without a doubt, the most capable agent within our team. She's proved time and time again to be a valuable agent both to the BAU and the FBI. She is one of the strongest agents we've ever had. Ian Doyle was an international criminal who evaded police for years and captured two of our own agents. Y/n put an end to all of his crimes and a huge weight off of all of our shoulders."

The counsel retreated to their chambers for discussion. Emily moved quickly to you with the team in tow. “Baby, look at me. It’s okay, everything’s going be okay.” She reached for you, taking your face in her hand. She was shaky against your face but you leaned into her touch nevertheless.

When the doors swung open, the counsel returned to their seats, as did your team.

"Agent y/l/n. Your suspension from this team is officially lifted. Effective immediately, you will resume you duty. Your badge and gun will be returned." The entire team let out a collective breath, finally relaxing in their seats. 

When everything settled down and the team dispersed, you found Emily and yourself lying on the couch. Both of you cradleing the other as if you were going to disappear.

You knew you were where you belonged. With Emily and with your team.

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Grouch - Part 7

Pairing : Bucky x Plus Size Reader ; Avengers x Plus Size Reader

Warning : Language ; Angst ; Mention of Smut

Word Count : 1.2k

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : I know it was long but I finally managed to come up with something. The next part will be the finale :) 

They nodded and your eyes landed on the prosthetics. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you”, you tell Shuri and T’Challa. For the first time you smiled in what felt like ages.

“When can I put them on? I have a revenge to plan!”, you exclaimed with a small smirk and dark eyes.

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Shuri began the procedure of reattaching the prosthetics into your skin. “Are you sure? We don’t have to fi..” “I’m sure”, you replied with a determined voice. She took a deep breath before warning you it would hurt. “Ready?”, she asked to which you nodded. You felt the laser proceeding into reconnecting your skin and cells to the prosthetics and bit on your teeth, trying to conceal your pain but didn’t manage completely and let out groan mixed with deep and heavy breaths. The feeling wasn’t new though. The same procedure was inflicted to you by Hydra when they turned you into the Soldier. The only difference is that you didn’t asked for it the first time. The choice was taking from you. “Barrrrnss”, you whined. “What?” You closed your eyes and said through greeted teeth, “Bring me Barnesss”. Shuri nodded at the guard and she stepped out of the room.

He entered the room after Shuri attached the first of the four limbs. He felt small by the door, his heart beating frantically. He didn’t know why you specifically asked for him. A mix of fear and hope crossed his body when your piercing gaze landed on him. “Come herrre”, you exclaimed and saw him slowly approach. You reached out to his metal arm and he grabbed yours in return. In a swift movement, he was on his knees, your arm gripping on his with force. “I left the Avengers because of you. You played a part on why this happened to me. If I have to relieve this pain, so will you”, you told him. His eyes were locked with yours, his breath short before he nodded, “I’m sorry Y/N”, he whispered with glossy eyes.

Yours landed on Shuri and she focused her attention on assembling your second arm. The pain felt more bearable while holding his hand but what wasn’t, was the constant back-to-present memories. The flashes of dark and cold of the past Hydra bunkers mixed with the white and colorful rooms of the present moment in Wakanda. The hostile faces kaleidoscope with the concerned ones. The “weak” transforming to the “stay strong, it’s almost over”. The bad and the good in cohabitation. You in your very essence. Is it a rebirth or the unveiling of your true self? At the last limb, you were numb, emotionless, the only human motion being your silent tears rolling down your face. This time it was Bucky who held your hand strongly in his, showing he was with you. Your vision went dark.

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You were woken up by freshness and coldness coming in contact with your burning skin. Once your eyes adapted themselves to the room’s light, they travelled up. Above you stood Wanda, a wet napkin cooling your forehead. “Hi”, she whispered. You noticed that her eyes and expression were different. “Hey”, you mumbled dryly. She turned around and took the glass of water that was resting there. Presenting it your way, you stretched your arm and the second your hand touched it, your grip flinched, making the glass brake into pieces on the floor. “Fuck”, you groaned. You lifted your upper-body from the bed, discharging the banket when your legs touched the floor. You slowly tried to stay on your feet which you did until you decided to take a step and fell to the ground. “You have to get used to them”, stated Wanda and nodded at your renewed vibranium members before helping you get up and sit you on the bed. She immediately sensed the anger that crossed your body for having to depend on someone else.

After thanking Shuri and T’Challa for their hospitality and providing you new prosthetics, you spend the following weeks doing reeducation and training at the compound; taming your new members as fast as you could. The Avengers stayed at your side in helping you doing so. You still had mixed feelings regarding the duality of the situation and yourself but the team noticed that you were slowly warming up to them which made them happy. It was still complicated with Bucky even if he did everything in his power to be by your side. The hatred, the rude comments being replaced by encouragements, motivation and kindness.

You were on week 7 of your reeducation and it was time to test your fight moves and combat abilities. The first fight was against Natasha. You gave her a run for her money and ended up winning the duel thanks to your rapidity and your expertise. You had to face Rogers next. “Don’t go easy on me”, you nod at him. He chuckled before replying, “Not my plan.” “Good”, you whisper before attacking. You both kept the pace, dogging each other’s punches, waltzing up and down the mattress until you took the upper hand and plastered him on the ground, your arm pressing his behind his back. You lost control of your strength and the next sound heard was Roger’s scream and his shoulder popping. You immediately left his arm and crawled back as far as you could from him, your body trembling. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, you repeated several times before standing up and running to your room.

After the accident with Rogers, you kept your distances, going out of your room only when you knew that no one would be around. Steve and the others would knock on your room, telling you it was nothing, that he wasn’t mad but you wouldn’t give in. The only person who managed to get contact with you was Wanda because she was not only stubborn but also you because she was very powerful. She kept you company, well aware that hurting Steve was taking a tool on your mental. “I had a conversation with Steve”, she said one night when you were both looking at the screen without paying much attention to the movie playing in it. Your eyes crossed hers knowing exactly what you would see in them. You swallowed painfully before looking back at the screen. You were about to open your mouth when she intervened, “Don’t! Fix it”, before leaving the room. You let out a heavy breath, your body relaxing until a knock was heard at the other end of your room’s door.

You opened the door and saw Steve standing in front of you. You let him in and closed the door behind him. “Are you ok?”, you ask him while checking on his arm from afar. “I’m fine. Are you?”, he asked in return, his piercing blue eyes fixed on yours. “I could have severely injured you”, you tell him. “It’s part of the job”, he replies to which you shake your head. He cleared his throat before declaring, “I talked to Wanda. She’s in.” “Bucky?”, you ask and he nods.

The room stays silent for what feels like an eternity, the only sound being your breathing. Not taking it anymore, Steve reduces the distance between you and crashes his lips against yours in a painful kiss, the warmth of your mouths consuming each other. “Fuck I missed you so much”, he breaths in your face, his hands squeezing your waist. “I missed you too”, you breath out before claiming his lips in a feverish kiss. Your hands cup his face, your eyes on each other, “I hate this secret”, you whisper. “We’ll be free soon sweetheart. Just one more mission”, he says. You nod and declare, “Kill the Avengers!” He nods, lifts you up and lays you on the bed, his lips and hands claiming your body and soul the way only he knows how to do.

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How I Met Your Grandfather

~Chapter 8~

(Gif Credit: @huiracha​ via tumblr, your gifs are super cute!! Please let me know if it’s not okay to use them 🙏🙏)

Other Chapters: Masterlist | First | Second | Third | Fourth | Fifth | Sixth | Seventh | ninth (coming soon!!)

Pairing: Bang Chan × Fem! Reader, Twin brother! Felix Lee.

Genre: Mostly fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

Word count: 1.2k.

Warnings: mentions of the same insecurities from the previous chapters.

Summary: After saving her from drowning, Chan and y/n could finally(!!!!) start their date, watching the sunset together. In the meantime, the boys who stayed in the dorms decide on who’s going to do the dishes, but Felix can’t focus as he feels like something doesn’t feel right...

A/N: I’d like to start with thanking the beautiful anon for motivating me to continue writing. I was very very busy lately since exam season started, and I really didn’t think anyone still cares about this fanfic anymore so I was sure I wouldn’t continue writing, but your message really motivated me to write, and I’m so glad I did because it was so fun!! 

Also, I don’t know if it’s good enough but I really like the sunset and going to the beach so basically this is my dream date I guess?? 😂😂 

Hope you all enjoy reading!! 🥰🥰🥰

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"Are you sure you're okay?", Chris asked you as the two of you were sitting on the warm sand, eating the cookies and the fruits, as the sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with beautiful shades of pink and orange. "I can drive you home immediately so you can rest and maybe some other time, if at all.. I mean... if you want to, we can--", your laugh interrupted his words.

"Yes, Chris, I'm fine now!", You said with a smile. You then looked at him, "Thanks to you... Mr. Keeper?", this nickname made him blush and finally he could join your laughing.

“Wait, so you baked these cookies??", Chris asked. “Yup”, you answered with a smile. “They were super easy to make actually!”. "Wow, really? those baking skills really do run in the family, huh?", he said, and you could only laugh in response.

"Oh, I almost forgot!!", He suddenly called. He opened his backpack and took a huge plastic bag out of it that seemed pretty full. He took out all the candies and snacks out of it, and your eyes widened because these were your favorites back in Australia and you missed eating them so much. He opened all of them and said "Ta daaaaaa".

After you two finished eating, you decided to have a walk on the beach. Chris got up first, and being the gentleman he is, helped you standing up.

"The sky looks so pretty at this time of the day", you said, trying to start a conversation. For some reason, it didn't feel awkward walking quietly with him like this. But you still wanted to know him better... and you liked listening to him talk, too.

Chris wanted to say it so badly. 'You're so much prettier'. But he didn't, as it was too cheesy and would probably make it too weird for you. And he didn't want to do that, of course. When talking to other people, he always felt like he has to start conversations, but to him, walking like this with you- the sea water touch your legs as the two of you walk side by side... It was perfect. He let his hand get closer to yours and finally held it.

You were a bit surprised at first (I mean, he was so quiet you thought you said something wrong??), not expecting him to do what you wanted to do so badly yourself, but his hand felt so warm and nice in your hand that you immediately held it back, looking at him with a smile. He returned a big smile and you could see how his ears turned a soft shade of red again.

"Y/n...", Chris started. You two were walking for a while when you finally found a nice bench, so you decided to sit there and look at the sunset together as some stars were showing. "I had a really great time with you today... I mean, it was scary at first. Very scary. But after the scary part, it was amazing"

You smiled. "It really was amazing for me too", you said, eyes meeting his. "And thank you... for saving my life and for making this date so great...", you let your head rest on his shoulder. He looked at you with the softest look omg you left him speechless... His ears couldn't get any more red right now.

"Y/n", he finally said. Gosh, how you liked the way he said your name. “Hmm?”, You turned to look at him, head still resting on his strong shoulder. "Is it okay if I do this...?", Your confused look changed to a smile in a second as he leaned forward, his soft lips touching yours, both hands cupping your cheeks gently, as warmth started spreading in your body.

Oh, it was a lot better than okay...

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"Felix?", Seungmin's voice interrupted Felix's thoughts. "Hey, Felix, it's your turn... Is everything okay?"

The boys were sitting around the table, with snacks and soft drinks on it, as they were about to find out which one of them is going to do the dishes this time. And so they did it in the same way they have always made important life decisions like this- by playing card games.

"Yeah... I'm just...", Felix started. What was he feeling? He wasn't even sure himself. He was happy for his friend and his sister, of course. He trusts Chan to be the best boyfriend for y/n. But it doesn't mean this whole thing wasn't strange for him... which probably was the reason why he felt this strange pain in his chest that made it a little hard for him to breathe for a few seconds...

"He's just worried because Chan hyung is on a date with his sister right now, and..", Minho said, with a smile, but once he saw Felix's worried look he stopped joking, amusement leaving his face. "Oh, come on, It's going to be okay! We already talked about this- Chan hyung is a good guy, and I'm sure y/n can take care of herself...".

"I know, I know", Felix said. "I trust Chan hyung, and I trust my sister to make the right choice. But still... I have a bad feeling for some reason..? "

"Your twinny-senses are tingling?", Jisung asked, shoving two potato chips in his mouth.

Of course, that's how you two called the way you could tell when the other lied, and when you just knew stuff, but they weren't REAL...

"Well, I don't know, I just feel like--", Felix started.

"It's the twinny-senses", Jisung continued, still chewing.

"Uhmmm, I.. it's not like--"

"Just tell him that it's your twinny-senses", Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes. "Jisung hyung wouldn't stop it if you don't", Jeongin added with a nod, whispering.

Felix sighed. "Yeah, it's my twinny-senses", he said, looking at Jisung who looked at him as if waiting for him to continue. "And.. they're tingling?". Felix said with another sigh. Now Jisung finally looked satisfied as he nodded with a proud smile.

"I'm sure it's alright", Changbin said, patting the younger's back. "This situation is probably just a little weird for you",

"I think so too", Jeongin added. "I mean, Channie-hyung is coming very soon and you sleep in the same room with him so... It's probably going to be even weirder for you two".

"Oh no...", Hyunjin covered his mouth with his hand, not able to hide his smile.

"Oh, our Jeonginnie...", Jisung said with a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Felix, don't listen to them, everything is going to be okay", Seungmin said.

"And you don't have to talk about it to him, you know", Changbin added. "I sleep in this room too, so if the situation gets too awkward, this hyung will help you!", He pointed at himself, gaining some snorts of laughter from the others.

But it did lift up Felix's spirit. "Thank you Changbin hyung--", he said, smiling. 

The sound of a key turning in the lock made them all freeze.

Chan was now standing in the living room, with a smile on his face. "So...", He started. "Who's doing the dishes this time?"

Everyone was quite at first. Chan's hair looked curlier than usual, meaning it was soaked and dried in the cool air, which makes sense as he probably couldn't help it but swim, being the sea-lover he is. But what caught their eyes was his clothes that still seemed a bit damp and were pretty wrinkled. Now, why wouldn’t he take off his shirt to get in the water?? It could be a great way to impress y/n as they all know how great his body looks... 

"It's Felix", Minho's voice finally broke the silence. "Felix is doing the dishes this time".

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A/n: Hope you all have a wonderful day, please stay safe and happy! In case any of you is also insecure about the way they look, please know that you’re beautiful, loved and very important!! 

My DMs are always open so feel free to message me  💖💖