#please if anyone’s got even the slightest clue of what’s going on with this could you please help

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

As someone who has always loved siblings dynamics in fiction, I find it funny that almost every single member of the HoM team has siblings. Kim has two little brothers, Danny has an older sister, Jake has a little sister, Jenny has eight robot sisters, June has an older and a younger brother, Rex has an older brother, and Zak has three cryptid siblings. Ben and Randy are the only ones who are technically only children but Ben still at least has a cousin who he has a sibling dynamic with. I don't think Randy had anyone like that. (Although it's one of the few shows here that I didn't watch so feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.) Any way, now Only Child Cunningham is being treated like the little brother by all of these experienced siblings and has no clue what to do and I find that funny.

(P.s. sorry about the long comment. This thought wouldn't leave me alone so I thought i should share it)

(P.p.s I love your HoM au and your art. Thank you for sharing it!)

Please, don't be sorry, this is like, one of my favorite asks about HoMies I ever got! And also thank you for your kind words! <3<3<3

I also adore sibling dynamics in fiction! It's one of the main reasons I don't want to put much focus on ships in this AU, like I mentioned before, there would be like one canon couple with one of HoMies, but otherwise everyone are sort of floating in nebulous single area, so I could focus better on their complicated friendships with a dash of found family/siblings dynamics!

(And your ask reminded me of a fanart I did a long time ago about Randy being the only child in Secret Trio. xD same brain anon!)

Also one can argue that Howard, Randy's best friend, could be considered sort of like a brother to him (they became friends at a very young age), but I personally view them more as Bros. (does it make sense, lol?)

But even if we count Howard, their dynamic would be more equal in older-younger sibling scale, while Randy indeed would be mostly treated as a younger sibling amongst HoMies and it would probably drive him insane!

Being the youngest and newest in their friend circle, he is like a new baby brother or a co-worker/young kohai (ye, cringe wording but terminology vibe aint wrong! xD) that others are prepared to protect and help, impart their wisdom on, but also tease! (and perhaps learn something from him in return! )

But Randy Only Child Cunningham, as an already seasoned, if a bit overconfident, hero would hate (just a little bit) being considered as less experienced (even if he technically is) than others, no matter how much he absolutely adores being in presence of all those cool people! At times it would feel condescending, but in reality others just want to support him the more they learn about how he came to be the Ninja.

After all they know what it felt like being that young, having that responsibility trust upon your shoulders and going through so much. Especially considering that among them, Randy perhaps had the least stable support during his hero-ing career. Sure, all of them had to go through some things alone, but there were family and friends that were there to help when it came to it. And, no offense to Howard, who does sometimes manages to get through for Randy, he is not the best at being the type of support Randy needs at times. And, Ninjanomicon? While incredibly useful for teaching moral lessons and art of being Ninja - is not exactly the most er, physically able in supporting Randy at time of crisis, being an inanimate object and all that, lol.

So yes, Randy-Only Child-Lone Ninja Hero-Cunningham sometimes doesn't know what to do with all those people who appeared in his life and treat him like a little bro! But sometimes, he enjoys it. ;)

(a little bit of random rambling beneath, feel free to ignore! haha)

Also random, and its not very obvious at all, but there is slightest differences amongst HoMies on how they view/regard him and behave with/around him, depending on their own experiences:

Kim and Jake, as older siblings through and through, tend to see him as a younger bro, like their own siblings who can be a handful and overzealous little hellions at times.

Danny, Rex, Jenny and Zak are a bit complicated. They all have siblings that are older than them, but they are also kind of younger in some sense (or in Danny's case an adopted younger sibling).

Danny and Rex would tend to be overprotective a little bit, as people who didnt have a younger sibling before (I mean, Danny does but she is so independant! Danny doesnt get to exercise his overprotectiveness on Danielle xD) so its a bit new to them. But they are also kind of dicks, and thats just the younger siblings in them talking, lol.

Jenny and Zak on the other hand, both have siblings that are very confusing from the age bracket view.

All ofJenny's siblings are older than her BUT their prototype AI and bodies make them behave younger than her, so she tends to view them as younger siblings. There is a constant argument amongst them about who is older-younger, but its all in good fun! (She also sometimes misses being the only child. xD)

Zak's siblings are all cryptids, and two of them are older than him in age (Fisk and Zon are definitily full grown and possibly more long-lived than humans, I still have questions about Komodo, but he is probably older than Zak in age just by a little bit), but their behaviour, as.... well, i don't want to say animals, because they are not mindless animals, but let's just say - their disregard to human behaviours and norms, as cryptids, make them behave in a way that could be considered irresponsible, thus making Zak often behave like a responsible older sibling, despite being younger than them.

So, Jenny and Zak tend to be as snooty and in 'charge' as an older sibling would, but also be mischevous little shits that is younger (sorta only) child behaviour.

Ben and Jun are sort of like the previous four, but they tend to view Randy on a more equal footing rather than just vacilate between older-younger types of behaviour.

Ben, is a single child, but he grew up pretty close to Gwen, since they were born on the same day. Sort of growing up twins but not kinda situation. They also have an older cousin/brother Ken, and they both adore him, but it is obvious that primarly those two grew up together and are equally annoyed with that, lol.

Jun is a middle child. (I kind of dont want to say anything else, because i feel like it explains everything. xD but-) She is independant, and is equally exasparated with her snooty older brother and her hellion of a younger brother. So, really, she just tends to be the most normal towards Randy in the end???

so, ye, of course in the end they treat him as just a new friend, this was just more of me trying to look into inner mind of sibling dynamics in a weird way haha

sorry about it, but if you got this far, hope you had an entertaining read! ;D

[zeruby16]

extra credit- kim jiwoong

18+ MDNI

genre: smut, fluff, romance

summary: when you're in dire need of extra credit after butchering your classical literature paper, you ask your class ta, jiwoong, for help.

word count: 3.3 k

warnings: afab! reader, dom jiwoong; usage of pet names (sweetheart, angel, good girl); cursing; oral sex (giving); fingering; penetration; protected sex (always use protection); slightest degradation kink; slight sir kink; slight exhibitionism; please let me know if i missed any!

notes: um..hey y'all so i'm back. trust me when i say this took me like three months to write because being in school made me so uninspired😭 i had major writers block and still do, but my bestie motivated me to finish this. anyways, i have not grammer checked this at all, so please spare me. i hope you all enjoy and i'll try to write more if i can!

REMINDER: 18+ MDNI

you hated the word validation, yet it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

in school, at home, with your friends, you craved hearing people compliment your hard work. 

it made you feel like you were in ecstasy.

so you’d be damned if you got a b in classical literature. it would ruin your perfect gpa, your reputation with your experienced professors, and your sanity.

you needed an a. you were going to get that a.

your main obstacle was an analysis paper on pride and prejudice. 

pride and prejudice for god’s sake.

everything would’ve been fine if jane austen wrote in understandable sentences, but here you were struggling to comprehend how the hell elizabeth fell for mr. darcy. 

the paper was due today and you submitted whatever you could online, but you remembered your professor’s words.

“every project will be graded by me, every paper will be graded by your teacher’s assistant, kim jiwoong.”

kim jiwoong was well-known throughout your university. he was a graduate student who helped out all of his previous professors. it was very noble of him.

he was also the most beautiful man to exist. any girl dropped at his sight, including you.

you were already familiar with jiwoong.

since his previous professors were in the same major as yours, you already had him as a ta for another class.

the other class, the english renaissance, was the worst class you’ve taken. 

you had done perfectly well on every assignment, but then your final happened to be cumulative and you could not remember an ounce of anything pertaining to shakespeare. 

you caved and confided in jiwoong as you always struggled with cumulative finals. then, you scored a 96 on the final.

half of it was on shakespeare. you should’ve failed, but you always got an a.

you knocked on the door twice before waiting for his response.

“come in!”

once you opened the door, you were met with his focused eyes. 

jiwoong was one of the nicest people you knew. he helped anyone who struggled left and right. he even offered tutoring to the students who couldn’t comprehend what went on in lecture.

you had no doubt that he was probably reviewing someone’s paper right now, so they could submit a better product. 

“what can i do for you y/n?” you noticed the slight change in his posture, he had to have a clue as to what you were planning.

“i submitted my analysis paper, but i wanted to stop by and mention how i didn’t comprehend anything from the book,” your eyes contained a hint of dejection. 

“i can’t do anything about it, you already submitted it,” he sternly said, you could see his hand gripping the pen he was using harder.

“i know, but i wanted to apologize beforehand. austen’s works are complex and i read the book three times, but i couldn’t conjure anything in the paper,”

“i tried jiwoong, for weeks, but nothing.”

he sighed while leaning back on his chair. it was working.

“you never struggle with papers,” he mentioned suspiciously.

“sometimes i do, it’s rare though. i’ve only ever struggled once throughout college,” you emphasized. 

“what are you trying at y/n?”

“i was just wondering if there was an opportunity for extra credit,” you innocently asked. you wanted him to give in. you needed him to give in.

he pushes back his hair in distress, while staring you up and down. he may have only dealt with you once, but he knew your ruse.

“you know how wrong this is,”

“jiwoong, i am an adult, you’re an adult. there is absolutely nothing stopping us,” you moved closer to his desk, leaning on it while placing your arms down.

“my integrity will,” you chuckled.

you neared his face as you whispered in his ear, “it hasn’t stopped you before.”

“god the things you make me feel,” he muttered under his breath. you moved away from him, enjoying the teasing.

you walked backward toward the door silently begging for him to stand up. to come rush by your side and help you.

you were in dire need of his assistance.

“do you know how hard it is to see you in class?” he started, standing slowly from his chair.

“to see you laughing with those idiotic boys? to see them staring at you like they have a chance?”

jiwoong makes his way towards you, backing you into the door.

“i’m only having fun,” 

“they can’t handle you y/n. you’re the smartest one in your batch and your beauty is unmatched. they don’t stand a chance,”

“and you do?” you taunted, finding his eyes and then his lips.

his hands made their way to your waist, pinning it against the door. you couldn’t help but let out a small grin at your silent victory.

“of course i do sweetheart, i’m the only one who’s made you scream,” you felt your legs give up on you as his words went straight to your core.

“i’m the only one who’s heard your beautiful moans and small whimpers while you lose yourself on my cock,” his fingers graced your breasts under your shirt.

his touch was cool, but all it made you do was burn. 

you closed your eyes in delight. you forgot how deliberating jiwoong made you feel. it was why you longed for him so much after he helped you the first time.

“what happened? cat caught your tongue?” he smirked seeing you shiver under his touch.

“you act all high and mighty when we both know how easily i can change that.”

“prove it then,” you blurted, wanting to feel his everything and needing him desperately.

“i need you to say it louder sweetheart,” he caressed your face, pulling you closer to him.

“prove it,” you spoke and his lips took yours. he kissed you like you had been apart from years. 

his hands bunched up the skirt you were wearing and he slightly lifted, pausing the kiss to see the view before meeting your lips again.

“you got soaked at the thought of you taking me?” he teased, your face flushed red, avoiding his eyes.

“look at me princess,” his hand forced you to meet his eyes. he was anticipating your answer. 

“did you? did you fantasize about me?” 

you whimpered under his touch, feeling utterly embarrassed at his words, yet you wanted more.

“yes sir, i thought of you,”

“no wonder you couldn’t write your damn paper, you were too busy thinking about getting fucked.”

jiwoong tightened the hold on your waist and guided you towards his desk, stopping when you sat yourself on top of it. 

he pulled away from your lips as he quickly discarded your shirt somewhere in the office. you tossed your bra somewhere, signaling how you wanted his kiss everywhere.

he proceeded to ravish your chest, bruising you as much as he could. it was as if he wanted to prove to others how he was the only one who deserved you.

you started to feel his body under his shirt, while pulling on his hair every so often, earning grunts from him.

annoyed by his shirt, jiwoong lifts it off of himself and leans further towards you, deepening the kiss.

your hands started to reach for his cock, caressing it over his pants. you needed him more than ever.

his brows furrowed at your movements and you unzipped his pants, feeling him closer. he lets you do as you please as you pull down his pants, his boxers joining them.

seeing the hardened member, you immediately stroke it a few times before coating your hand in spit and proceeding to repeat your motions.

“god how are you so good at this?” jiwoong grunted while placing his forehead on yours.

you let go of his member and stood up, grabbing his arms in place and sitting him down on the desk instead. your knees met the carpet and you took him into mouth.

you stopped for a moment to respond to him, “i’m a hands-on learner.”

he lightly moans at your words, recalling how the last time you two were in this position he was guiding you.

in satisfaction, you continued bobbing your mouth up and down his hard-on. you took the time to tease his slit that was already coated with precum and use your hands, slightly squeezing his member. 

he grabbed your hair, somewhat forcing you to quicken your pace. drool had started to spill from your mouth and you looked up at jiwoong, seeing him in absolute bliss.

“my good girl, you’re doing so well,” he cooed.

his words went straight to your core and you felt the need to please him more.

once you felt his hold on your tighten, you knew he was close to cumming. you quickened your pace while his cock started to hit the back of your throat.

his grunts were more vocal and he moaned as his cum spilled into your mouth.

you took everything into your mouth and finished off with a ‘pop’ once you were finished, smiling at him afterwards.

“you’ll be the death of me,” he commented before lifting your body up and holding it as your legs felt like jelly.

“did i do good?” you asked expectantly, jiwoong released a sigh before taking your lips.

“you did amazing, sweetheart, but i think i need a little more for you to get an a,” he chuckled.

“i’m all yours jiwoong, take me.”

he smirked at your words and made his way back to his chair. once he sat, he patted his legs.

“come here sweetheart, we’re going to grade your paper together,” your eyes sparkled at the thought and you walked and sat yourself on his lap, facing the computer.

you shivered as you felt his warm member under you, but he stayed still. once he found your paper among many of the others, he clicked on it and placed his hands on your thighs.

the paper came up and you reread the words, remembering every line that you wrote. you were so focused on reanalysing your paper, that you failed to realize how jiwoong was starting to tease your bundle of nerves.

you let out a small gasp as his finger grazed your core, teasing you every now and then as you grabbed the desk for support.

“let’s see how you did angel,” he says into your ear as he inserts a finger inside of you. 

you placed your head on his shoulder for support and he fastens the pace, while reading your paper.

“eyes on the screen, i already found a mistake,” he forces you to look at your paper highlighting the mistakes. meanwhile, he plunges another finger inside of you.

“you contradicted yourself here, how can darcy be chivalrous once sentence and then an ass in the next,” 

you left his question unanswered, letting the ecstasy you were feeling sink in until his fingers stopped.

“i asked you a question,”

“uhm,” you swallowed, “i don’t know.”

jiwoong chuckled, “you don’t know? this is your paper sweetheart, minus two points.”

you quipped your heads towards him, realizing how he was genuinely grading your paper and begging for him to take it back.

“you want extra credit you have to deserve it, you’re going to explain each mistake you made for me,”

“but-”

“no buts, you asked for this. now, why did you contradict yourself?”

you sighed, silently admitting defeat.

“darcy did everything the way he was suppose to, making himself a perfect suitor in a way, but he completely disregarded elizabeth’s feelings the entire time and decided to act purely for his own interests,”

you could feel jiwoong’s smile as his fingers started to continuously pleasure you. you moaned in relief as jiwoong continued to read the paper.

he tsked, but his fingers maintained their pace.

“and here, you really think elizabeth revealed jane’s and bingley’s possible engagement out of jealousy?”

you shut your eyes slightly annoyed, but answered nonetheless wanting his fingers to fill you.

“not out of jealousy-” you whimpered as he fastened the pace of his fingers, teasing you endlessly.

“out of spite, she only mentioned the couple because she knew it would garner a reaction from darcy,” you somehow let out.

with a hum of satisfaction you assume, jiwoong places his eyes on your paper once again. you rejoice looking at the screen because the paper was nearly done being read.

jiwoong takes his time using his fingers to tease you mercilessly, all while forcing you to maintain your composure.

you begin to feel a haze as you feel a knot in your stomach.

“jiwoong-”

“not yet angel, i’m not done grading.”

your moans grew louder, feeling your climax closer and closer. your eyes looked at his concentrated face as he read and read.

it felt like a decade and you couldn’t handle it.

“jiwoong please,” you begged, not caring about your shame anymore.

you came here for him, the a was just an excuse.

“why do you think elizabeth accepted darcy’s proposal?” 

“are you serious?”

“why?”

“she was desperate for marriage,” you rushed out, starting to lose any complete thought.

“do you think she was as desperate as you are right now?” he said lowly, never wavering the pace of his fingers and reaching your spot.

“i don’t know,” you whimpered.

“what was that?”

“i don’t know!”

“but you know everything sweetheart don’t you? that’s why you think you deserve an a,”

“jiwoong, i’m so close,” you completely pressed your body towards his desk, trying to restrain yourself from touching him.

“i know, which is why i’m not allowing you to cum,” he announced.

you turned to him astonished as he took his fingers out of you and innocently licked your juices from them.

“the paper could’ve been better, i thought you read the book three times?”

“i did,” you nearly sobbed.

“well that didn’t reflect in the paper, so now you have to earn your grade and your right to cum,”

“how?” you immediately quipped, willing to do anything for the man.

“you can start by placing yourself on the desk, ass up,” your body immediately follows through and you stand up with your hands on the desk while facing the door.

you hear rustling of the cabinets behind you as jiwoong finds a condom and he grabs a hold of your waist.

“remember angel, try not to be too loud. everyone is grading,” you nodded understandingly, whimpering as you felt jiwoong slowly entering you.

“god princess, it was like you were waiting for me,” he groaned, waiting for your signal to go as your walls clenched around him.

when you placed your elbows on the desk, positioning yourself in a more pleasurable way, jiwoong took it as a sign to go on.

his pace started slowly, while you moaned under your breath feeling him everywhere. 

“jiwoong,” you moaned while he quickened his pace. although he tried to conceal them, his groans were slowly becoming louder.

“yes sweetheart?”

“more,” you begged, wanting more pleasure, more of his touch, and more of his everything.

“your wish is my command,” he said, bucking his hips towards yours rapidly while using one of the hands that was on your waist to tease your clit.

you let out a moan as he continuously hit your pleasure spot with a steady face. with his other free hand, he grabbed your hair loosely, pulling you closer towards him.

all you could let out was his name in whimpers. 

“you’re so good for me y/n,” the praise went straight to your core as he knew what you wanted to hear.

“such a good girl, you take my cock so well,”

“only for you,” you let out between the whimpers and moans, as jiwoong shows no signs of stopping.

“you wanted this didn’t you? you didn’t even need help, you just wanted to lose yourself on my cock,”

“not…true,” you lied.

you loathed pride and prejudice, but papers were your forte and if you really tried, you knew you could’ve done fine without help.

jiwoong was just amazing at validating you and fucking you beautifully, so you couldn’t help but beg for his assistance.

he slapped your ass in response, “don’t lie to me,” he warned.

“i promise sir,” you nearly yelled, forgetting any sense of being quiet. jiwoong placed a hand on your mouth, muffling any sound.

“you promised last time how this would never happen again didn’t you? look at you now,” he whispered in your ear.

you closed your eyes in ecstasy as you felt the knot in your stomach growing once again.

jiwoong kept on giving and giving, while you just took everything he gave.

“please, ” you begged into his palms, clenching around him while he hit your spot over and over again.

“just a little longer princess, i’m almost there,” jiwoong somehow got faster, ramming into you repeatedly all while you moaned into his hands.

“god, you’re perfect,” he mumbled.

suddenly, it all felt like too much. you closed your eyes in bliss while screaming out jiwoong’s name as you came. your head fell onto his shoulders as he lightly kissed your chin, chasing his release as well.

once his groans grew louder, you felt the warmth of the cum he spilled into the condom as his pace became sloppy.

he slowly pulled out of you as you stood breathlessly in between his arms, beads of sweat slowly falling down your face.

he disposed of the filled condom into the trash under the desk and turned you around to face him.

his goofy smile made you chuckle on the spot as you realized the other reason you wanted to visit jiwoong.

you genuinely enjoyed his presence. he made you feel safe and seen when everyone else had expectations for you. he looked at you as if you were the most important thing in the world at that moment.

desires aside, jiwoong was someone you could love and you were willing to give it a shot.

if he didn’t show how much he cared with words, he certainly did with actions as he showed when he started to clean you up with tissues.

you couldn’t help but laugh.

“what’s so funny?” he quizzically asked.

“you’re using tissues?” he rolled his eyes as he threw them in the trash and lifted your body to sit on the desk.

“well if someone didn’t need help so much, i could’ve prepared with time to bring something more premium,” he joked as you caressed the hairs behind his neck lightly.

“i’m sorry, the pent up stress from finals got to me. you don’t have to do anything with the grade,”

“nonsense y/n, your paper was exceptional either way. you didn’t need extra credit at all. you doubt yourself too much,” he complimented.

“does that mean i get an a?” you excitedly let out, not being able to contain yourself. jiwoong smiled at the gesture.

“yes, but you should probably stop relying on me for them because i am no help,”

“i guess it’s a good thing i graduate this semester then,” you mentioned and his eyebrows perked up.

“you graduate this semester? how come i didn’t know?”

“i wanted you to think i would taunt you for a long amount of time,” he slightly smirked at your confession.

“as if you didn’t have me wrapped around your fingers. speaking of, since you're graduating, when can i take you out on a date?”

“whenever you grow the balls to ask,” you joked as he looked down and up to meet your eyes again.

“maybe when we’re not naked?”

“probably.”

a/n: hope you all enjoyed whatever the hell this was😭 like i mentioned i'll try to write more but this writers block has stumped me. i appreciate you all and thank you for taking the time to read my works! :)

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[kyupidos]

Hi! First time requesting so I don't know If I'm doing this right. Could I request Fluff/Headcanon in which character comforts a reader that has anxiety and overthinks a lot? The characters would be Malleus, Idia, Vil and Riddle. Please let me know if I misunderstood your rules, and it's okay if you don't accept my request. As always i love your work. And thanks.

12/4/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

delicate thinkingヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘even if the roots of your unsureness and thinking cause you to trip, they’ll be there to keep you steady.’

characters. diasomnia , ignihyde , pomefiore , heartslabyul : malleus draconia , idia shroud , vil schoenheit , riddle rosehearts ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), descriptions of unhealthy ways of dealing with anxiety like nail biting ( self indulgence ermm ), slight h/c, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. hello!! you did this req just fine, tyty ^-^ SOO sorry for getting to this late, busy couple days, exams kicked my ass..but i always come back! things may be a bit ooc or spelt wrong ( though i sure hope not ) because i mostly wrote whenever i got bursts of writing motivation and wrote quickly, but i hope it’s nice anyway!

m. draconia

— as usual, malleus takes you by the hand, delicately so, like you were a fragile and expensive piece of jewelry. the cool, crisp air surrounds the both of you, in the dead of night with a few fireflies to illuminate you even so. he noticed it when you were whittling at your nails, taking quick action to cover your hands with gloves as he gave you a stern but concerned gave in regards to it. he knew it wasn’t a proper way of dealing with your troubles, at least that much was certain to him, but from previous experiences involving his constant attempts at helping and being there for you, he hoped it would be enough for at least this time.

— there wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind, and he admitted it himself though it left him rather pouty, that he wasn’t quite knowledgeable on the ways of mortal beings. not to say he hasn’t dealt with the matter at all, far from it, but he wished he had even the slightest clue what you personally were going through, just to comfort you more. he allowed his grip on your hand to be a little firmer, but not enough to hurt you—never enough to hurt you, ever. he turned to face you, noticing your more relaxed face which greatly contrasted your far more stressed expression from when he first saw you. he was a little worried your usual late night walks wouldn’t be enough, but it seemed this time around, he was wrong; he tended to be, when it came to mortal problems, but this time he wasn’t upset by the fact. you aren’t upset, so why should he be?

i. shroud

— the one and only, idia shroud, is certainly no stranger to the unfortunate dealings with anxiety and overthinking. quite literally cursed and therefore constantly wallowing in his own misery, it’s easy for him to tell when you’re going through something that leaves you anxious and pulling at your hair or cheeks, that if one would look closely enough, were barely stained by tears that were falling, but you were quick to wipe away whenever you noticed. he sympathized with you, so though it left him starting to feel anxious at the thought of it, he lovingly, in all his awkwardness, approached you in his attempt to help take your mind off things.

— he tends to be self-deprecative, even when he doesn’t mean it, but at times like these he makes sure to keep from it as to not leave you more anxious and stressed than you were before. in fact, though he’s not good at it, he wracks his brain to come up with compliments specially reserved for you, smiling with his sharp teeth sneakily peeking through as he addresses you as such, and though it’s again something he doesn’t mean, ends up switching the topic almost a dozen times and bringing up things he knows you like, whether it be hobbies or favorite whatever, and though neither of you recognize it, by that point, you’ve already relaxed enough to completely forget what you were anxious about before he showed up.

v. schoenheit

— being the housewarden of pomefiore, vil is an advocate for beauty and being the best you one could possibly be. and, well, unnecessary stress and anxiety doesn’t exactly come with that package, now does it? which means that vil will be damned if he lets you deal with that on your lonesome, that’s for sure. not only just a housewarden, he’s also a famous actor, so he’s had his fair share of anxiety and stress, especially in his early stages. he’s learned how to deal with relieving that very stress, and knowing that certain things may not work for everyone, he guides you through the basics first of all.

— he calms you down enough by guiding you through breathing exercises and rubbing your back with his hand, breathing careful reminders to take care of yourself, but making sure to watch his tone as to let you know he’s not belittling you in the slightest; he’s just worried for your health, he’ll have you know. on that note, he still guides you to his dorm room in order spend some of his free time with you, deciding to give you a little spa treatment—his treat, of course, he wouldn’t dare have you owe a favor in this state. he guides the process mostly himself, allowing you to sit back and relax, applying a face mask on you and giving you a more proper massage. after all, who would he be if he wasn’t making sure you weren’t the best you he knew you were?

r. rosehearts

— yes, certainly, a lenient riddle isn’t exactly a riddle many are used to seeing; but how could he be anything else knowing how there are one too many unnecessary things on your mind at the moment? the last thing he wants to do is contribute to that, so though it may or may not hurt his soul when rules are broken by you or when you’re in the vicinity, he doesn’t off any heads or lose his temper. rather, he focuses his attention on you to make sure that you’re cared for and feeling alright. after all, a you that’s frowning is the last you that he wants to see ( though it’s worse when you get so anxious you hide out in your room until you get over it ), so he’ll do all that he can do that at the very least, you feel pleasant.

— so he delicately pours you a cup of tea, allowing you to sit by him as he lets you rant about your sorrows, adding in commentary to let you know for a fact he’s listening and that he understands your feelings. he’s already prepared a variety of snacks for you to indulge on—though in the least harsh way he possibly could makes sure to let you know that it would be best to indulge while making sure not to do so too much in the process because he knows stress eating will do you know good—, snacks of which he put extreme amounts of work making just for you. so maybe the snacks are just a little, teensy bit imperfect in appearance or just a little too much of one or two ingredients in there that would throw it off balance normally, but you find yourself not caring, because the snacks are good enough that they take your mind off things for at least just this time.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright so here’s the alternate version of ‘Please Wake Up’ where reader gets amnesia and doesn’t remember anything, even Chessy. And if you’ve read all my fics, which I know some of you have (I do pay attention to the likes, comments and reblogs), you’ll notice that I’m a sucker for forehead kisses and someone tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. I don’t know why, I just am. Like I don’t understand my attraction for older women, I just am. Anyway I couldn’t fall asleep so I wrote this fic, it might be shitty since I’m half asleep. It picks off after the Parker’s visit Chessy in the hospital, so everything that happens before that in ‘please wake up’ still happens. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I have no fucking clue what to say, like I said I’m half asleep and no idea if anyone reads these, lol.

All Over Again

Warnings: reader gets amnesia, Chessy breaks down, lots of fluff

Words: 3.1k

“Is she going to get better?” Annie asks as the twins are on the other side of the bed.

“Is she asleep right now?” Hallie asks.

“I hope so Annie and ya she’s asleep but hasn’t woken up yet Hal.” Chessy replies and holds your hand in hers. Elizabeth puts rubs Chessy’s upper back for comfort and then you begin to stir. Chessy’s head pops up and she gets up and looks at you. Nick quickly goes and gets a doctor and Elizabeth brings the twins over to the other side to make room for the doctor.

The doctor enters with a couple nurses just as you open your eyes and everyone looks at you.

“Y/n?” Chessy says, almost a whisper and full of hope.

You blink a few times and take a look at your surroundings and then they fall on a women with beautiful green eyes as they stare back at you. You look again and see a man and two women and another man, a woman and twins.

You try to speak but your throat is dry so one of the nurses fetches you water quickly and you take a few sips. “Where- where am I?” You ask, and you keep glancing at the woman with green eyes.

“You’re in the hospital, I’m Dr. Cole. I’m gonna have to ask you a few questions, is that ok?” He asks and you nod at him. “Ok, first off, do you know your name?” He asks.

“Of course I do it’s- it’s…” then you think about it, you actually don’t know your name. And you start to get scared, why don’t you remember your name. You look up and see everyone staring at you concerned. “I don’t know my name.” You whisper. “Why don’t I know my name? What happened?” You say and start to freak out.

“Ok miss, please stay calm ok. You had an accident and hit your head. You might have temporary memory loss or amnesia.” The doctor tells you and the woman with green eyes looks at him scared.

“Possible amnesia?” She asks him.

“We can’t know for certain.” He answers her then looks back at you. “Do you remember who this woman is?” He asks you and she looks at you. You shake your head and you realise she’s holding your hand and you remove your hand from hers and she looks hurt.

“No, no, I don’t even know who I am. How would I know someone else?”

You stay in the hospital over the next few days and the doctors diagnose you with amnesia. You get introduced to the family that was there when you woke up, the Parker’s, and their nanny Chessy. The doctors tell you and the Parker’s that you should surround yourself with familiar places and items and that could help spark your memory. They offer you a place at their house while your back and arm is healing and you cautiously accept. The next day you get discharged from the hospital and Chessy brings you to your house to get you a few things. She helps wheel you in and she thinks that it might also help with your memory.

Chessy has actually never been to your place as there’s never been a reason too, until now anyway. She smiles as she sees the pictures you two have taken with your camera and sees you got them printed and framed. She picks one up and stares at it with a smile. She sniffs then puts her attention back onto you and sees you staring at her.

“How close are we?” You ask her and she wheels you to your bedroom.

“Pretty close hon. You work at our stables and with our horses so we talk a lot as I’m always there.” She tells you and she finds a suitcase and puts it on the bed. “Ok the doctor said it’ll take about 2-3 months for everything to heal so put whatever clothes you like in here and I’ll pack your toiletries.” She says and you nod.

You begin to pack the suitcase and you ask more questions to Chessy. “How long have I been working there?” You ask and she looks at you.

“Um..about 6 months.” She says and you nod.

“Are we parents alive?” You ask her.

“From what you’ve told me, yes they are. And you have a big sister and a little brother. They live in Florida and you were the adventurous one and decided to move to California.” She tells you and you smile.

Chessy starts humming a song absentmindedly and without realising it, you start singing the lyrics.

“Why do I bother when you’re not the one for me ? Oh is enough enough? I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign. Life is demanding without understanding.” You sing and you look up and see Chessy staring at you in shock. “What?”

“How do you know the lyrics to that song I was humming?” She asks and that’s when it hits you that you were singing a song that you don’t know, or rather don’t remember knowing.

“I- I don’t know, it just came to me.” You tell her. “Why? Is it bad?” You ask as you see tears in her eyes.

She shakes her head. “No, it’s a good thing. This is proof that your memories are still there.” She tells you excitedly.

“Isn’t it weird that I remember song lyrics but not my own name?” You ask her and she laughs a bit.

“Maybe to someone else but you love music! I sometimes see you in the stables with your Walkman, listening to music. And you’ve told me that you grew up with your family always listening to music. Your life revolves around music.” She tells you with a smile.

“A what-man?” You ask her.

“A Walkman.” She tells you and looks around and finds it on your nightstand. She also finds a CD player with mixed tapes that your parents made for you. She puts one in the CD player and looks at you. “These are songs on a CD that your parents made for you with some of your favourite songs.” She tells you and you nod, she then presses play and the first song fills the room.

“Oh my god Becky look at her butt…” And you look at her.

“Don’t look at me these are your favourites. And I guess you like baby got back.” She tells you and you laugh. But then she starts rapping it when it starts.

“I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can’t deny, when a girl walks in with itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung.” And you continue laughing. The two of you finish packing your things while songs are playing on the CD player. Chessy sometimes sings along if she knows it and you always watch it when she does with a smile. Chessy packs your CD’s along with your Walkman. When you’re all done, she stops the CD player and takes out the CD and packs it too. You leave the house and she packs the stuff in her trunk and then helps you get in the car then folds your wheelchair and puts it in the backseat. She then gets in the car and drives to the house. You ask her more questions on the way while Chessy puts the radio to a channel to one she knows that should play songs that you know.

You get to the house in 20 minutes and she gets your wheelchair out and helps you in it. The twins come out as it’s a Saturday and helps bring your things in as Chessy wheels you to the house. Before you get inside you turn your head to the left and see the ranch and horses running around in a fenced in yard. Chessy follows your line of sight and looks at it with a sigh.

“Can you bring me there please?” You ask her.

“Are you sure?” She asks cautiously and you know she’s remembering your accident as you were told she heard it happen and found you.

“Ya, it’s where I worked almost everyday for 6 months, might bring back memories.” You tell her and she brings you over there. You go to the fenced in yard first and a little one comes over to you and puts his head on your lap.

“That’s the one that got scared by the thunder and accidentally kicked you.” She tells you and you look at him and see that he’s a total sweetheart, that he meant no harm and he’s saying sorry. You pet his head and he neighs, you giggle at that and Chessy looks at you with a smile. Turns out seeing the horses and stables did nothing for your memories and she brings you inside. They bring you to a spare room they have on the first floor and they put temporary floor boards down on places where there’s a step to do to help you. You thank them multiple times as well as Chessy. You begin to unpack your things into the room with Chessy’s help while she tells you stories about yourself that you’ve told her.

And it turns out she wasn’t lying, she knows you pretty well. She tells you your childhood memories to her favourite memories she has with you. And she also shares memories that she loves that has nothing to do with you that she’s told you before. You smile the entire time, just listening to her speak. You begin to wonder if you had a crush on her before the accident, because while your brain doesn’t remember her, your heart definitely remembers.

Over the next month, Chessy shows you around town, as well as helps take care of you. She’s brought you to the hospital a few times so they can keep an eye on your physical healing. They took the cast off your arm and says your back is healing properly, and the internal bleeding is completely healed. You’ve remembered a few things randomly too. Like when you watched her make food one night, you remember riding with her one afternoon and you picked apples off a tree together. She got excited when you remembered it. You ended up remembering the accident one night while you were sleeping and woke Chessy up with your screaming. She stayed with you that night in case you had it again or another nightmare. You two woke up with her spooning you.

Another couple weeks goes by and you’re out of your wheelchair but only able to walk short distances before needing to sit. You’re watching the little mermaid one night with everyone and you cuddle on her. You don’t see it but she went wide eyed and cheeks completely red. Everyone else saw it and hid their laugh of her reaction. After the movie was done, everyone went upstairs and you two stayed on the couch together, you were falling asleep on her and she didn’t bother moving.

“Did you want to go to bed to sleep?” She whispers to you, and you nod but don’t move. She gets up and scoops you up and brings you to your bed. On the way there you nuzzle your head on her chest and fall asleep. She doesn’t want to put you down with you comfy on her, but you are starting to get heavy and doesn’t want to drop you. She gently places you on your bed and tucks you in. She then looks at you all comfy in bed and places a kiss on your forehead. “Good night y/n.” She whispers then gets ready for bed herself in her room. She starts crying and that alerts Nick who hears it and goes to her room and knocks.

Chessy answers it and he just wraps her up in a hug and closes her door as she cries to not alert or wake the others. When her crying calms down he rubs her back and she begins sniffing.

“What if she never gets her memories back?” She asks, still hugging him.

“Then she’ll make new ones.” He says to her. “What are you really worried about though?”

“You know how I feel about her. What if she doesn’t like me without her memories and I never get my chance to tell her? What if she’s the one I’ll always love but she’ll never love me?” She asks him and he rubs her back again.

“Chessy, with or without her memories, her feelings for you are still there. We all see it. Her feelings are there and they’ll bring themselves to light eventually. You just gotta give it more time.” He tells her and she nods.

“Thanks.” She says to him and pulls away.

“Of course Chessy. You’re family to us and always will be. I’m really sorry that this happened but you’re both strong. I know y/n is trying to remember, I see it every day, she’s trying to remember and getting frustrated but trying. You’re helping her with anything you can and she appreciates it. You just gotta be strong for a little bit longer alright?” He says and she nods. She cries herself to sleep that night nonetheless with those thoughts swirling around in her head.

The next morning she wakes up with a knock on her door. She answers it and you’re there with tears in your eyes. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” She says and without another word you kiss her. She’s stunned for a moment but then kisses you back. You pull back after a moment and you look at her. She doesn’t say anything, she just looks at you, and waits for you to process everything before speaking.

“I like you Chessy. And I think I did before the accident.” You tell her and her mouth opens in shock. “While I didn’t remember you, I still felt something in my heart when I was around you.” You tell her. “Does you kissing me back mean that the feelings are reciprocated?” You ask and she nods.

“Ya hon, I was gonna tell you that night of the accident but obviously never got around to it.” She tells you and you look down.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You tell her and she puts a finger under your chin and gets you to look up.

“It’s not your fault, things happen.” She tells you and you nod.

“Can-can I um…” you start to ask but then chicken out.

“Can you what?” She pushes gently.

“Can I have a hug…from you?” You ask and she smiles.

“Of course.” She asks and wraps you in a hug. “You kiss me but get scared to ask for a hug?” She teases and you laugh. “I think your priorities are also out of whack.” She adds and you giggle. Nick sees the interaction and smiles.

A couple of weeks goes by and you and Chessy start dating.

You’re making out on the couch one day, with a song playing in the background. All of a sudden you feel a lot of pain in your head and you pull back as you clutch your head. “Oww” you say and it’s really painful, then you start to see memories and it overloads you that you pass out.

“Y/N!” Chessy yells and everyone comes running in. They see Chessy standing over, gently shaking you, and you sleeping on the couch. “I don’t know what happened. We were kissing then she stopped, grabbed her head, said ow then passed out.” Chessy explains frantically.

A few minutes later you wake up with Chessy sitting beside you on the floor, holding your hand and you get a bit of Deja vu.

“Y/n?” She asks and you look at her.

“Ya?” You ask.

“What happened?” She asks, very concerned and you see everyone else standing around that came over when they heard you awake.

“I remember.” You tell her and she looks stunned, not quite sure if she heard you correctly.

“You remember what?” She asks.

“Everything.” You tell her and stand up. “I remember everything.” You say and she stands up too. “I REMEMBER EVERYTHING! My memories are back!” You tell her excitedly and hug her. Well you actually attack her with a hug and she ends up losing her balance and falls to the ground with you. You get to the ground and mutter out an apology but she quickly pulls you back into a hug. She’s excited you got your memories back as well.

“Omg I can’t believe it! You got your memories back.” She tells you and you pull back and cup her cheeks.

“I have you to thank for that.” You tell her.

“It was nothing.” She tells you.

“It wasn’t nothing, I saw you struggling. It took a toll on you as well.” You tell her and smiles.

“I would do it all over again without a second thought too.” She tells you and you kiss her.

Nick clears his throat and you both pull away and see everyone standing there and looking at you guys.

“If you’re gonna kiss, do you mind going to one of your rooms?” He says and Elizabeth smirks and the twins grin and then sing.

“Chessy and y/n sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” They start singing but Nick and Elizabeth cover their mouths. You and Chessy stand up after that.

“It’s great you got your memories back y/n, we’re all happy for you.” Elizabeth says and you smile.

“Thank you!” You tell her and then Chessy excitedly lifts you up and spins you around. She puts you down and then pulls you to her room, both of you giggling.

When you get to her room, she wraps her arms around you and kisses you.

“You know.” You start when you pull back. “I was going to tell you that night too. The night of the accident. I was going to tell you about my feelings for you.” You tell her and she blushes. “It was like THE worst timing to have an accident happen.” You joke and she laughs. “I love you Chessy.” You tell her and she smiles at you and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too y/n.” She tells you. “And I meant what I said. I’d do it all over again if it meant protecting you.” She tells you and you kiss her, she doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, for the rest of your lives.

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[lcnelyghost]

Hey, this could be just a jpm request or with the evans but how they would react to a s/o who swears alot 💀💀

help i literally love this idea. as someone who’s scottish and has a habit of swearing quite a bit, i just KNOW james finds bad language atrocious 😭

watch you’re tongue//jpm

pairings: james patrick march x fem reader

rating: pg??

warnings; none! perhaps a lot of harsh language but this is literally tumblr lmfao

“OH FUCK RIGHT OFF!!! I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS SHITTY FUCKING THING!!!” You screamed, slamming you’re phone down harshly onto the table. Why was it so hard to not have autocorrect on you’re ass all the time?

Meanwhile, Mr March was in his office, listening to you go off about whatever you had been doing for the past hour or so. He groaned slightly at the foul words you were currently saying. He should’ve grown used to this daily routine by now. If you got angry at even the slightest little thing, you’d full on explode. That was why James would often hear a string of curses come fumbling out of you’re mouth.

“NOOOOOO!! OH GET YOURSELF TO FUCK ALREADY!” You yelled again. James pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, muttering something to himself with great annoyance.

“FUCK THIS SHIT!” You repeated over and over again. James now fully couldn’t concentrate and it was starting to really bother him. He was working so hard on these plans, and you’re fit of rage in the background wasn’t helping at all.

He sighed and got up, exiting his office. You heard his footsteps getting ready to enter the bedroom, so you just managed to shut up yet still tapped at you’re phone furiously.

James knocked twice right as you told him to come in. You decided to turn you’re phone off and tossed it to the other side of the bed.

“Darling, may I speak with you for a second?” He asked politely. You signalled to him that you were sort of busy but he didn’t move whatsoever.

“Please.”

You huffed and motioned for him to sit down. He sat on the foot of the bed with his hands in his pockets, exhaling calmly.

“Dear.. what it is that has caused you to be so upset? I couldn’t help but hear that, erm.. filthy language..” You cringed a little as you heard James say those words. You knew he wasn’t you’re biggest fan when it came to how many vulgar and disgusting words were said by you from time to time.

You awkwardly scratched you’re neck. “Oh, uh.. well.. I had no clue anyone was listening if i’m being honest..”

James cleared his throat and looked away for a second. “Dear, this isn’t in any way intended to be offensive.. but it was hard for me not to hear you..”

You bit you’re lip as you realised you had distracted him from his work again. You and these constant unexpected fits of rage..

“Oh James.. i’m sorry. I’ll try to keep that under control as best as I can. It’s not very ladylike of me..” You said, taking him by his hand. He smiled softly and placed a light kiss on one of you’re own hands.

“Not to worry darling… oh! These last few notes shouldn’t take too long! I’ll instruct Miss Evers to begin making dinner shortly.” He winked, you giggled at him and watched as he left the room. You returned back to going on you’re phone and just ignored what you’d recently been up to.

Suddenly, a loud crash caught you’re attention. You’re head quickly snapped up from you’re phone as you froze completely.

James had accidentally fallen over something that Miss Evers had left out. He hissed in pain as a hand flew to his mouth. What he’d only just realised is that whilst he was going down onto the floor, he’d said something that you CERTAINLY would bring up the next minute you saw him.

“SHIT!”

[unaesthetic-writer]

Black Brothers Angst

@starmanbutitsregulusblack this is for you pooks

Sirius stared at his brother, tears running down his cheeks for the first time in years. Sirius hadn’t cried since… Since he was still in that house. He hadn’t even cried when he got disowned and his name wasn’t even Sirius “Black” anymore. But this– Regulus– had him devastated.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘you’re a death eater now’? You have to be fucking with me.” Sirius searched his brother’s face for any hint of playfulness. He was hoping– Praying for hell's sake, that this was a joke. This couldn’t be. No no no, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Sirius was supposed to graduate and come back for Regulus. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t Sirius’ plan, why the fuck were things not going the way he planned them? 

Regulus looked at his brother, his face breaking in its stoicity the slightest bit. Sirius could see the hesitation in his brother’s eyes, but he knew it wasn’t for the reason he wanted it to be. Regulus wasn’t like Sirius– Sirius had known this fact from a young age, and did his absolute best to try and shape Regulus’ morals the best he could, but then he had to leave, and he couldn’t anymore. It killed Sirius, but he knew had to leave, it was the best thing that could happen for them both. If Sirius had stayed… he was on track to either having to give in or be killed, and Sirius refused to give in. “I’m not kidding, Sirius. I’m here to… I’m here to give you a chance.” He stated matter of factly. To anyone else that would’ve seemed unemotional but Sirius could hear it, the desperation. Sirius knew the words that would follow as soon as Regulus said those words.

“Join us, Sirius. Come back home. Join the death eaters and everything will be fine. You’ll be forgiven and brought back into the family.” He looked at Sirius, seeing on Sirius’ face that he wasn’t buying it. So he let the mask drop, his pale blue eyes pleading with Sirius. “Please, Sirius. You know what will happen if you don’t– please don’t leave me like this.”

“No. Regulus, you know I will never join. What’s gotten into you, I raised you better than this!” Sirius looked down at his brother, wanting to hug him and shake some sense into him at the same time. 

Regulus scoffed at Sirius, “Raised me? You left me, Sirius. And even while you were there, you already knew how I was going to end up, didn’t you?” 

Sirius flinched at Regulus words. He did. But he had tried anyway. Sirius had had a plan, and that plan was supposed to have worked. “I was going to come back for you. As soon as I graduated, the first thing I was going to do was come back for you–”

“And would that have changed anything Sirius? We both know I’m nothing like you. I don’t love our parents, but what they do has never seemed wrong to me. They know how to obtain power and most of all, keep it. What do you even understand about that?” Regulus spat, starting to realize he would get nowhere with Sirius.

“Regulus… Power isn’t all that fucking matters!” 

“To you. To me? It’s everything.” He said pointedly, his filter being almost completely gone. Sirius could see his brother was done with him, nothing Sirius said would get through. He could feel Regulus slipping away from him, and Sirius had no clue how to stop him. This was Regulus, his little brother, his everything. Almost every single thing Sirius did since going to Hogwarts was for Regulus. The studying, the joining the order, giving up Remus for fucks sakes. 

“Goodbye Sirius. Don’t come looking for me to try and convince me because I will not listen. I will kill you Sirius.” 

Regulus walked away, leaving Sirius alone with a tear streaked face and a broken plan that would now never come to fruition. His one and only brother– his last remaining family– was gone.

[jacobsbigmelons]

Jacob x male reader who is Emma's brother and reader has had a crush on him since they showed up

Jacob Custos x Male Reader

Sibling Beauty

cw: fluff, playful sibling teasing, Emma peer pressuring reader to a degree but nothing crazy. Emma being a big sister (reader was born like 2 minutes after Emma so she’s taking the big sister role lmao) and we love her for it. Jacob being the dumb himbo he is but we love him, and Emma and Jacob not being a thing as well el oh el.

“So when we’re you going to tell me you like Jacob hm?” Emma said as she playfully nudged herself into you as you guys were walking back from the trail, the rest of the councilors more up ahead so no worries about anyone overhearing you guys. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, besides even if I did like Jacob he’s so out of my league.” You said kicking a few rogue pebbles away from you.

“Oh please it’s so obvious you like him, you literally offered to carry his hydration bag knowing you would struggle. No offense but long walks even back home weren’t your strong suit.” Emma glared at you, her statement coming off not hurtful, I mean she was right you kinda outdid yourself offering to hold something so heavy for such a long walk but she didn’t need to know that.

“Well excuse me, didn’t think i’d be getting flamed by my own sibling, you’re a bitch y’know that, and for the record I was doing it out of the kindness of my heart, you should learn a thing or two about that.” You replied back, your poker face keeping Emma’s accusations (which weren’t wrong) at bay for at least a little bit.

“Everything I do for you and I get called a bitch?!” You scoffed at Emma’s hurt comment knowing she doesn’t care in the slightest, you’ve called each other worse things after all. “If I didn’t know better you sound adamant on defending the fact you don’t like Jacob, you must like having his name in your mouth huh?” Emma knew exactly what she was doing and as good as your facade was able to keep up, the heat in your cheeks and the rare drop of sweat was blowing your cover.

“It’s not like I talk about him 24/7 geez.” You rolled your eyes realizing last second you left yourself open to an obvious comeback. “But you do talk about him…maybe not everyday no but you seem to like talking about him, if not to me maybe Dylan, or Abby.” Emma giggled at her words as you annoyingly sighed as you picked up the pace, you knew your sister was just gonna keep bringing up every little thing until you break your defenses.

At least you thought you’d be safe before a familiar ear jerking voice caught your attention as he was calling you, it was Jacob. You looked back as Emma slowly but surely caught up as you stopped so Jacob could walk with you. “Hey man, look thanks again for holding onto my bag, never got to actually thank you for that.” He patted his hand on your back as a sign of gratitude but to Emma it was all the evidence she needed.

You didn’t care at this point, she was already seeing everything and your very clear change in personality was more then enough to prove her point. “Uh…ye-yeah, anytime Jake…anytime.” You fidgeted with your hands as they patted your thighs, a way to try and ignore the man you’ve been crushing on since you’ve arrived at this camp. Thought he was making it very hard. “Look uh, how long until we get back to the cabins? My legs hurt so mu-“ You were cut off by the feeling of an arm pulling you closer to the big jock next to you.

“Y’know my brother would be down to hike with you, he loved going on walks and such back home.” You couldn’t believe what your sister was telling your crush, you didn’t want to subject yourself to all that pain in your legs but if it meant you had more of a chance you’ll let her do her thing. “Hell yeah bro, you and your sis can come hiking with me after summers done or something like that” Jacob said, his smile imprinting itself in your head, god you’re a mess. “Oh sorry I don’t really do hikes, it was already tough for today but-“ Emma tried to remove herself from the invitation before Jacob interrupted her “Oh nah nah it’s cool, we can just go on a smaller hike or maybe just a walk” You glared at your sister as she stared right back “Don’t act like you’re the one who doesn’t do the hiking” you whispered as you nudged her right back from earlier, yet all she did was scoff.

Eventually the group returned to the cabins as all the kids were separated into their own cabins as the counselors returned to their own places to rest. Though Emma pulled you aside before you got close to your own cabin. “Hey hold up” she said calling out to you before you stepped away to your cabin. “You gonna make a move or something? Guy is an absolute beefcake.” you both stood in front of each other, arms crossed thinking what to do, or at least you were. At this point all you could do was agree instead of play the fool, you didn’t deny anything after your run in with Jacob.

“I don’t know dude, what if he’s straight? What if he’s homophobic dude? think of that hm?” A slight sassy tone lacing your words. “Y/N, he’s not homophobic. If he was he would’ve probably been shit talking Dylan from day one, it’s obvious he enjoys a good man and Jacob hasn’t done anything so you should just go and do it. Even if he says no you at least sent your shot” She rested her hand on your shoulder, there weren’t many times when she would be super serious about this stuff but now is one of those times.

“it’s just-“ you tried to speak before Emma stopped you once more, “if you don’t take your shot, someone else will then you’ll be all up in your head about how you regret what you did.” Emma spoke up as her hands cupped your cheeks, if she wasn’t being 100% she definitely was now, and all you could do was rest one of your hands on top of hers. “So go get him before you miss out” You didn’t think about that, you didn’t think how you might have no chance if someone else goes for Jacob.

You left each other with a genuine hug before you entered the cabins which Jacob was also staying in, and you were greeted with the stunning sight of him with his shirt off as he was goofing off with the other boys. “Yo dude catch!” Nick practically ran in front of you as he caught the incoming football, you sidestepped carefully as to not get hit by any incoming sports ball.

You watched the boys play as you thought on what Emma said, it was only Jacob and Nick playing but you couldn’t help but think who might take a shot with Jacob. But the only person might be Dylan, Ryan seemed to just be in his own world most of the time and Nick seemed more interested in Abby. You didn’t linger on the thought to long as some time passed and you decided to go for it. You walked over to Jacobs bunk as you took a seat next to him, he was just spinning around his sport balls or just throwing it up and catching it himself. “Sup dude” Jacobs casual demeanor was always welcome, a comfort even.

“Hey…um I got some stuff to talk with you about, if that’s cool with you.” You softly spoke, as you patted your hands on your legs to fidget a bit. “Yeah- yeah go ahead man” Jacob straightened out his back to listen to what you have to say. “Look, i’ll be blunt because if i’m not first off my sister is gonna beat my ass but also because I don’t wanna stall longer then i need to, Jacob you’re really nice and cool and I really like that about you and I think I like you a lot, but not as a friend…y’know?” Jacobs silence was more then loud enough, you wanted him to say something but you didn’t want him to rush his answer, you did just drop this on him after all.

“So…You’re like- crushing on me?” He questioned as he looked at you, you didn’t want to stare back at him in fear he may be disgusted with what you just said. “Yeah…about a month now, better to get it out when I can right?” You shrugged as your heart was racing, as much as you wanted to just forget about doing this your sister proved too much of a point to let this chance slip away.

“Respect dude, I mean shit, you beat me to making a move” He flipped his football in the air before catching it once more before he saw your eyes connect with his quicker then ever. “Wait what?!” You said with shock in your voice, the other boys looking over slightly to see what’s happening. “You’re serious right now? Not fucking with me or anything?” Jacob nodded in disagreement as he covered his mouth to yawn. “Look, i’d love to get this squared away but i’ve tired myself out, let’s talk tomorrow when i’m not completely exhausted” Jacob said with a sluggish tone, but not before he let you go with a cheeky move as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All you could do was stand up and hold your cheek, Jacob clearly has his priorities set on sleep as he was already laying back down with his arm over his eyes.

Tomorrow aught to be fun.

[oh-nostalgiaa]

hi, @flyfreeskylark, it's me, your secret santa! you asked for an undercover mission after scarif where everybody lives and nobody dies (with a handful of smut sprinkled in for flavor). sadly, i was sick during both november AND December (and the less we talk about how much i hate my job, the better), but i managed to pull myself together long enough to get this written for you. i do hope it's to your liking! merry christmas and happy belated new year! please enjoy.

(you can also find this fic on ao3.)

in this world (it's just us)

The event is not exactly to Jyn’s tastes. 

The crowd is the easiest for her to navigate - she’s undeniably skilled at moving through them stealthily. Unfortunately, that is the opposite of what she’s meant to do here, so she makes a concentrated effort to take her time, to blend in so that she doesn’t bring any undue attention to herself.

She doesn’t miss a single detail as she lets her eyes drift over the room and its inhabitants, only silently reminding herself to keep an interested expression rather than her normal impassive default. 

She knows that she’s meant to be titillated by the sights and sounds surrounding her. She’s gone through the debriefs, been informed of exactly what will be expected of her - and Cassian has even - nonchalantly - tried to give her an out if she had even the slightest inkling that she could not do what’s expected of her. 

Luckily, he’s got the hardest task. She is, for all intents and purposes, just an observer.

(Besides that, she’s no quitter. He should know that just about better than anyone.)

Behind the scenes, she’s got a more detailed job to do. Monitoring communications, for one. Helping Cassian prepare, for another. 

Obviously, he’s showered by himself - he doesn’t require her help with everything, no matter how many times she may or may not have caught herself daydreaming about such things. He’d dried off, dressed in flimsy, flowy trousers that leave just about nothing to the imagination … 

Not that she’d peeked. 

Jyn hopes that her nervousness isn’t easily discernible, but she also knows that Cassian is probably the most observant person she’s ever met, and while he might not ever bring it up, the obviousness of the pause she takes while slowly exhaling and inhaling, steeling her nerves, the gentle brush of fingers against skin as she placed and smoothed out bacta patches designed to cover scars and other identifying marks is more than enough clue that she’s feeling … something.

Maybe it shouldn’t take as much concentration as she gives in order to ensure the edges of the patches aren’t easily visible through his semi-sheer tunic, but this is an important recon mission - they can’t return to base without information in hand. With another Death Star lurking somewhere out there, it’s not an exaggeration to say that this may be a matter of life and death. 

It’s always a matter of life and death. 

And it’s not fair for her to burden Cassian with her feelings, especially when she’s not sure that he feels the same - if he could ever feel the same. It’s selfish of her to think about love when the fate of the entire galaxy is at stake. So they inhabit this nebulous space where they’re not quite just colleagues and not quite just friends and oh, how she aches to pull him aside and let go of all her wants and fears in a torrent of words she hasn’t found enough courage to set free into the universe and it’s - 

It hurts.

But Jyn tucks that pain away and hides it where she keeps all of her others - in a dark place deep inside that’s carefully locked down, never to see the light of day again. 

It’s better that way. 

Through the mass of writhing bodies, she catches sight of Cassian and his contact, disappearing into one of the few tents set up to offer some semblance of privacy, hand in hand. Jealousy stokes the fire in her belly and momentarily, at least, her expression reflects exactly how she feels inside, darkly desperate, devastated that it’s not her that gets to touch him or see him so unguarded and free - even if it is just a facade, another skill Cassian’s perfected in his years gathering information for the Rebellion. 

Even if it was fake … at least she could pretend for a little while that he actually wants her like she wants him. And that’s got to be better than nothing. 

She breathes a quick sigh of relief when Cassian pokes his head from the tent and quickly slips back into the crowd, not looking any worse for wear than when he’d entered. Seamlessly and sinuously, he weaves his way toward her, and she doesn’t have to be a lipreader to know what he’s promising some of the partygoers he passes on the way. 

That sly little smile and those teasing winks are more than enough clue to know that he’s being propositioned and far from agreeing to take a detour from his current trajectory, he’s non-comittally suggesting that maybe they’ll find time to steal away later for a little fun. 

Because that’s what this whole thing is all about, isn’t it? The decadence and debauchery of a free use ball, where the male guests especially are little more than party favors. And while Cassian isn’t hers to keep all to herself, the thought of all of those eager hands trying to get a piece of him makes her stomach roil.

He dodges the minefield that is interested partygoers and finally reaches Jyn’s side, leaning in for what looks like a peck on the cheek in greeting, but what really is the whispered assurance that he’s got what they’re here for. She knows, though. He hadn’t entered the tent with the same chain around his neck that he’d left with. And tucked safely underneath what passes for a shirt is a pendant with a data stick hidden within for safekeeping. 

Jyn’s lips part as she gears up to ask if they’ve made enough of an appearance yet, if they can slip away without being noticed, but the words die on the tip of her tongue as, out of seemingly nowhere, they are joined by the party’s hostess, tall and handsomely severe, her keen eyes drifting over the pair as though to study them, to determine what they’ve been up to while the other guests are all wrapped up in each other. 

“My dear Imri, you’ve not partaken in the feast. Is there nothing to your liking - ?”, she purrs, her sultry tone enough to set Jyn’s nerves on edge. “Or are you too wrapped up in your lovely pet to pay attention to anyone else?”

Cassian ducks his head demurely then, exactly the behavior of a man that is more toy than anything else, a man that’s been taught exclusively that his only use in life is to please another. 

And Jyn is grateful for the chance to gather her words.

“My superiors would be quite disappointed if I were so rude”, she replies, her voice a teasing lilt. “On the contrary, I like what I see, Lady Eline. It’s choosing what I want to sample that is proving difficult.”

The tall older woman suddenly erupts into laughter and Jyn’s smile slowly widens (as though she’s actually pleased to have amused the monster standing next to her, like it doesn’t make her physically ill to see firsthand how easy it is for her - and for people like her - to use people for their own pleasure). 

“Please, darling, take your fill of what you want. And come back for more later”, Lady Eline offers, her gaze flitting to settle on Cassian, her eyes grazing him from head to foot and back again. “You absolutely can’t leave until I’ve had a taste of your lovely Amel.”

Jyn curls her hand into a fist, her fingernails biting into her own palm as she fights to maintain composure. So disgusting, the way Lady Eline can look at Cassian as though he isn’t a person with his own agency. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Their host takes that as her cue to dramatically turn and focus her attention elsewhere, allowing Jyn to catch Cassian’s eye and wordlessly gesturing toward the double doors of the grand ballroom, their only way out. 

He doesn’t have to say anything, the very slight furrowing of his brow speaks volumes. Now that they know they’ve got eyes on them, they can’t just walk right out. The already delicate operation has just become all the more fragile. 

This isn’t something that they’ve practiced - although the possibility has been discussed. If they don’t want to raise suspicion … they’ll need to act. So Cassian rocks back on his heel and Jyn pushes forward, directly into his personal space, crowding him against the wall, like he’s a prey animal and she’s the predator, finally cornering him right where she wants him. 

There is no room for hesitation here. 

They must keep cover by any means necessary.

Imri is supposed to be offering Amel to any and all interested parties. Jyn wants to do anything but. 

Outside of these walls, Cassian isn’t hers. But right here, right now, she has every intention of staking her claim, for however long it will last. 

‘Mine’, she thinks, tipping her chin up to catch Cassian’s lips in a haphazard kiss, surprised by the startled noise he makes in response, a gift for her ears only. And if it’s not the sweetest sound in the entire universe, Jyn doesn’t know what would be. 

It’s a little instinct, a little like a dance, and a little planning on the fly, which is obviously what they’re best at. It’s the clash of teeth and tongues and the thrill of hands slipping inside clothes to touch each other’s skin and - 

Oh. 

Oh.

Jyn takes a moment to press her face in the space between Cassian’s shoulder and neck, savoring the feel of his pulse hammering against his skin, beating out the same staccato rhythm as hers, pounding against her ribs, filling her ears. 

It’s not real, but it feels like the culmination of months spent pining after the man she’s got pinned to the wall, craving a glance, a touch, accidental or not, anything that hints that he might feel the same. 

And now his fingers are teasing her nipples and she’s barely gotten her fingers around his cock but she’s absolutely feeling him come to life and it’s everything she’s ever wanted and more, but stars, does her heart ache at the underlying knowledge that it’s all she’ll ever get. 

As if he hears her thoughts - and maybe he does, how is Jyn to know if he’s got some sort of latent telepathy - he breathlessly speaks, just low enough for her to hear through all the ambient noise. 

“Don’t think, just do.”

And she does. 

She feeds off of the groans and whimpers he gifts her with and she lets the stuttering rocking of his hips guide her hand, faster, tighter, not yet, oh, wait, wait, wait and she ignores everything around them - including their voyeuristic audience and just works to slowly move them closer to the exit. 

From the wall to a nearby couch, where she pushes Cassian down and relishes his flushed cheeks and dark eyes as she straddles his lap and relentlessly grinds against his shameless erection, his hands clutching her hips and helping her move, until the world seems to explode in a shower of blinding light, and if this is how they’re going to die, at least it’s together in a blaze of glory. 

There’s not much time to rest, though, and none at all to feel embarrassed about making such a mess of themselves, and once their shaky legs can hold their weight, Jyn takes Cassian’s hand and forcefully drags him the rest of the way through the doors and toward (relative) freedom.

There’s no reason to return to their suite now that Cassian’s got the precious datastick in hand and it’s easy enough to scramble the cameras monitoring their movements as they enter the lift that will bring them closer to the hangar and their nondescript ship. The chunky bracelet Jyn’s wearing hides the technology that will take care of that. All she needs to do is press a button and trust that it’ll take care of the rest. 

There is a bit of a prolonged, awkward silence between them as the lift descends, but suddenly Jyn finds the air being knocked from her lungs as Cassian’s fingers tighten around hers and pull her flush to his chest, all the more caught off guard when he leans down to nip sharply at her bottom lip before pulling away, his lips twisting up into a smile. 

“We’ll finish this later.”

To say it’s odd to feel so exhilarated in so many different ways is an understatement, but for Jyn, it’s not unpleasant, and for once, the thought doesn’t terrify her.

It just is.

But for the first time, she doesn’t feel like anything will be coming to an end anytime soon. 

Rather, it feels like a brand new beginning.

[nekoannie-chan]

Routine

Title: Routine.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Pairing: Jack Rollins X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 475 words.

Warnings: Mummies, spell, boring.

Summary: You started to think your life was boring, until the last mission.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash Halloween, Annie-5017 & square 3:

"Mummy."

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A new day, a new mission, although in a way it had become routine, you didn't feel the excitement of before when going on missions; rather, you felt that you had fallen into an infinite loop of an endless routine.

Jack came into your office to inform you that they would have a new mission. You sighed again, following the same routine every day. Maybe next month you would ask for a change or resign, but you still had not decided. You grabbed your things.

Together, you and Jack entered the temple, even though he scoffed that you were carrying some old maps. As you moved deeper into the darkness, you began to hear strange noises and whispers coming from the shadows. Soon, they realized they were not alone.

The mummies, awakened from their eternal sleep when you entered the ancient temple, slowly emerged from their sarcophagi. They had probably triggered some trap or curse.

Jack and you looked at each other, not sure what you should do. Waking them was not part of the plan; you simply had to go for one of the clues you were told was there, although you were given no further details of the mission.

Their eyes glowed in the darkness as they approached Jack and you. It was a terrifying sight, although you could not deny that it was finally something different, and you felt excited. You felt again that beautiful sensation that had not been present for months, which is why you had fallen in love with your work.

“I'm starting to think it's a trap," Jack commented as he threw one of the mummies.

“Do you think so? Or maybe we activated a curse," you answered.

“Whatever. "

The mummies began to surround them, moving with eerie slowness.

With every step they took, the mummies got closer and closer. You weren't even sure they were finishing them off; on the contrary, you noticed more and more of them. They seemed to be about to attack because of the proximity, but just at that moment, you remembered something you had read in one of your grandmother's old books. You remembered a spell, although you didn't have the slightest idea what it would do.

Quickly, you began to recite the spell aloud. As the words echoed through the air, the mummies began to recede and finally fade into the darkness.

“Maybe they were hallucinations or something," you said after they disappeared.

“Whatever," Jack said again, picking up the small box that had been pointed out to them as having the clue they needed.

On the way back, you couldn't stop smiling; now you could remember the reasons why you loved your job.

“I think I won’t quit in the end," you muttered.

“What? “ Jack asked, confused; you had never mentioned anything about it to him before.

“Nothing."

[a-tale-never-told]

The Twilight Syndrome Gang

[Part 1]

*Hope's Peak Academy, September 11th, 2012, 9:03am*

*As the morning sun begins to rise on yet another day in the city of Kyoto, six young girls sit in a picnic-like area located inside the currently closed Hope's Peak. Ever since the murder of Mr Simmons, Hope's Peak has been temporarily shut down as a response to the murder, and while the official manhunt for the killer is still going on as of late, the girls take this amount of time to make up for lost time*

So, Honami? May I ask why exactly are we here? Especially given that the school isn't even open untill next week.

*Currently, Mahiru is sitting next to her best friend and neighbor, Honami Sato, as the rest of the group is positioned to form a circle, with Ibuki and Mikan sitting next to each other, and Mikan also bordering Chiaki, who is currently on her video game console. Rounding out the rest of the group is a blond-haired, blue-eyed, girl with a dark teal dress with puffed sleeves and a red ribbon on her chest, sitting next to Chiaki and Mahiru.*

Yes, I am quite intrigued as to why you brought all of us here, given the current status of the academy?

You heard the woman, Santos! It's time to talk, talk, talk! So? What did ya get for us!?

...

First off, it's Sato, Ibuki. And second, the reason I brought you all here is for all of us to spend well-needed quality time, and for you guys to give me some well-needed input on the current situation that's been unfolding as of late.

Oh? Do tell, please?

Gladly, so you guys know what's been going on at Hope's Peak lately right? About the murder of one of the Reserve Course Teachers a few weeks ago?

Who hasn't heard of it at this point? It's all over the rest of the news around the city! Newspapers, television, radio, and other means of communication have covered this event, and the police are still continuing the investigation as far as I'm concerned.

Yes, but that's the point. I don't think the police are seeing the brighter picture here, is that I don't think it's just one person. According to what I got from my dad, they believe that the suspect impersonated one of the police officers while they were removing the body from the car. Hence the body must've been taken away before the autopsy.

But it doesn't make that much sense to me, because there's absolutely no way one guy pulled it all off by himself! He had to have some help or backup with him, I'm sure of it! It just simply isn't possible with the level of security in that station.

Is there any evidence to prove that someone inside the police force was actually working with the culprit? If so, what exactly was the motivation to do all of this? Could the insider be an old friend of the culprit and feel like he wanted to repay a favor? Or were the two working together from the beginning, and he just waited untill he received the signal to act?

I have no exact clue as to what went on in there, but I'm 100% sure that there was a mole in the police force that actively worked together with the culprit to kill Simmons and dispose of the body before anyone found who killed him. At least that's my theory anyway. I don't have enough evidence to prove that yet, but I've been trying to read several articles related to that.

Hmm?

I-Is there S-Something wrong, Sonia?

Do not fret, Tsumiki, I am simply more concerned about who on the contrary is the culprit because we have not the slightest clue as to who it is. All we can do is point out hypotheticals and try to guess who truly is the imposter in the city.

I dunno, dude. Probably some kind of street punks? There's a lot of them in this city, ya know?

I have to disagree with that, this is far too clean and well-thought-out for some street gang to pull off something like this. Perhaps a serial killer?

I'm afraid not, as this is simply less bloody and savage for a serial killer to do. They usually have some kind of calling card or modus operandi to commit their murders, but this is simply far too complicated to identify the clear motive behind all of this.

M-Maybe Y-Yakuza!?

!

Honestly? I wouldn't even be surprised at this point. But as much as my gut instinct is telling me that it is the case, I don't believe that the Kuzuryus did all of this, but It's a guarantee at this point...

[alyhorse6]

Hey everyone! I’m finally back with part two of “What’s this feeling?” ! I really hope y’all enjoy it! I definitely experienced a little bit of writers block in the beginning😅 Just an FYI that N/n = your nickname

“Oh… it was love”

Reaching the gate to the barn, she spotted Y/n leaning against the wall to her left. She was in her typical apparel of one of her many sweaters, some jeans, and a pair of cowgirl boots. The kids at Ericson’s loved to tease Y/n about those boots, but Clem thought they were perfect for her.

“Hey! You ready to head out?”, Y/n looked up at Clem from her spot.

Walking to her with a smile Clem answered, “Yeah, let’s get ready.”

The two prepped their horses for their trek of the day. They were heading out a ways to a near by town to check out some places they felt would be untouched. With Marlon gone there was no longer a set “safe-zone” so they could go wherever in search of supplies. Finishing up, they headed to the main gate of the courtyard, ready to head out for the day.

“Now Aj, please try and be careful. Maybe help Ruby out in the greenhouse, since Y/n will be gone.”, the younger kid had run up to them when he spotted them about to leave.

“I will. The greenhouse is fun, I like lookin’ at all the things grow!”, Aj was an observant child, always noticing minor changes in his surroundings.

Y/n waved a goodbye to the boy and the pair set off for the town. They followed the road through the forest away from the school, until they reached the turn off to the main road, then they followed that.

The pair searched the whole town and some houses that were up the road a ways before heading back for the evening. They’d spent all their time together just simply talking and searching, and when you’re out for nearly a whole day that results in at least 10 hours of conversation. They had already known each other really well, having immediately connected the day Clementine and An showed up at the school, but all the time they spent together just drew them closer and closer.

Clem was flustered when they arrived back at Ericson’s, and Louis of all people could tell. He’d had a sneaking suspicion that Clem liked Y/n for a while now, but he hadn’t wanted to touch on the subject previously. However, with Clem’s face as red as it was, he couldn’t hold it back any longer, “Heyyyyy Clem! How’d the run go?”

“Went good, ‘stuff’s in the bags over by Omar.”, She could tell something was up with him, she was just waiting for his next words.

“Well! That’s good to hear!” His taunting and sly tone was incredibly obvious with every word he spoke, “You and N/n talk a lot?”

She tried to stop it, but the glare had already set in, “Louis can we go sit on the stairs and talk? I need to sit.” Clem vocally claimed one thing, but the look on her face told that she didn’t actually care about sitting down at the moment.

Louis was laughing under his breath, but that got cut short real quick, “Louis what the hell??”

“I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re talking about.”, that damned smirk only grew.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! How the hell did you fine out??”, Clem’s face was definitely a bright hue of red by at this point.

“What? That you’re madly in love with Y/n over there?”, Louis was on the brink of losing it, this situation was hilarious to him.

Clem was quick to clap her hand over his giant mouth while he whaled into her skin. Louis was laughing his butt off while Clem hid her face in her free hand, this was absolutely mortifying.

*•*•*Time Skip*•*•*

It had been a week now since Louis had confirmed his suspicions, and it had been like another world war for Clem to keep him quiet. Y/n didn’t appear to know anything about the situation, but then again maybe she was just really good at hiding things. All Clementine knew was that she hadn’t planned on telling anyone about it and now that Louis knew, the likelihood of Y/n finding out had gone up about 50%. Louis, bless his heart, COULD NOT keep things to himself, even if his life depended on it. Only difference is, in this situation he’d die happy under the impression that he got to play match-maker.

Clem wasn’t sure if she had planned to ever confess to Y/n before Louis found out, but now that he knew something was pushing her in the direction of telling Y/n someday before one of them died and she couldn’t.

Sadly that reality came to her a little sooner than she would have preferred when they went out hunting one day and a group of walkers snuck up on them out of nowhere. Y/n got grabbed and was an inch away from getting bitten, but Clem came in and kicked the walker off of her, immediately stabbing it in the head. They both took a minute to breathe before Clem helped Y/n up.

“Thank you.”, Y/n was still very shaky, but she managed to pull Clem into a hug.

Clem stood shocked for a moment before wrapping her arms around the other girl. They stood like that for a few minutes, releasing each other and letting big breaths lose.

“You scared the crap outta me.”, Clem laughed out to lighten the mood.

“I scared the crap outta you?? I think I scared the crap outta myself!”, the two laughed, finally able to breathe.

They had started to walk back to the school when Clem spoke up, “Hey umm…N/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I hadn’t really planned on telling you this until Louis found out, and even then I was gonna drag it out as long as I could, but I feel like I need to tell you as soon as possible now.”

“Clem. What is it?”

“We’ll umm… I kinda.. we’ll…”

“Spit it out.”

“I think I love you!”, Not exactly how she’d planned on wording it, but it just kinda slipped out and now it was too late.

Y/n stopped and stood in shock for a minute. Had she heard that right? She must’ve misunderstood… right?

Clementine had stopped herself by now and as the silence drug out more and more she began to panic. She’d really screwed up with that wording, hadn’t she.

“I uhhh- well… I think I love you too.”, God that came out so shaky, how embarrassing.

Clementine let out a puff of air, “Really? I though for sure I’d screwed up with that wording and you were gonna freak out and start avoi-“

She was cut off but another pair of lips on hers. Was Y/n actually kissing her? Like for real? Clem wrapped her arms around Y/n’s back and kissed back.

Y/n pulled back a little, “Clementine I could never avoid you, you mean far too much to me.”

The two smiled at each other in adoration and it was then that Clementine realized, “Oh… it was love.”

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BAM QUESTIONS

✨ 🎶 🎯 🤲 🤡

HI QWERTY thanks for the questions! i skipped two that i have already answered (✨ and 🤡) this time bc im sleeby tonight 😴

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i cannot write without music LOL i make playlists for my long wips and try to only listen to those songs while i’m working on the wip, so it’s a sort of “sit down and focus” soundtrack. for oneshots i tend to loop just one song the whole time i’m writing. lately, i’ve been listening to fold i by motherfolk and chinese satellite by phoebe bridger!

🎯 - Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

shoutout to the mine theory truthers of devil town! i think at least one person had guessed every reveal, twist, or plot point in devil town by the time we got to the end, with the one exception of (SPOILERS) wilbur being involved in quackity’s dad’s death in any capacity, or, like. anything about karl. i did not see anybody guess that, which was kind of funny and i suspect is probably part of the reason chapter eleven ended up being the most memorable scene in that fic.

also. you with a certain character in footnotes LMAO but you know this

🤲 - Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

this is less of a snippet and more of An Entire Scene because i couldn’t decide which part to grab and just got. all of it. but here is a 500 word chunk from act two of pds 70b for you! warnings ahead for discussions of unreality and death.

“I think I’m going to die in this car,” Wilbur tells Tommy, who is sprawled out across a blanket with one arm over his eyes. It’s just shy of noon; the sun beats down above them, shielded only by the overhang of the building they’ve stopped at for the day. The teenager raises the corner of his lip in the tired approximation of a grossed-out sneer.

“What?”

Wilbur thinks he was pretty obvious the first time. “I’m just gonna keep driving it around until it breaks. Then I’ll live out of it wherever it stops, and eventually I’ll die there. Gonna die in the car. Be buried in it. It’s my tomb, all decorated already and everything.”

This causes Tommy to lift his arm, blue eyes finding Wilbur’s with a scowl. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re fucking morbid?”

“I don’t know,” Wilbur says. “My memory’s bad. That’s insensitive.”

“Fuck you,” Tommy says without a bit of venom to it. He settles back down. “Stop talking about death and let me nap, would you?”

“Okay.” Wilbur puts his back against the wall. “What about you?”

Tommy heaves a sigh and Wilbur can hear the eyeroll that goes with it. “I’m never going to die, actually.”

“No,” Wilbur corrects. “What’ll you do when the car breaks?”

A silent pause hangs between them.

“Well,” Tomm starts, slowly. “I imagine it’ll still be a good while til that happens. Told you, Tubbo’s good with cars. A right mechanic. He’ll keep it moving, and we can go wherever. See who else we can find that’s still around. Oh, we could start a–what’s the word, for like, end of the world shit?”

“What?”

“A community,” Tommy says. “With survivors. We can start farms.”

“I don’t think plants have been growing.”

“What? Oh.” Tommy frowns. “Well, maybe they just need different conditions. We can figure it out.” And after a moment, “How haven’t plants been growing? That doesn’t make any sense. They haven’t died.”

Wilbur shrugs. “You ask the apocalypse how it all works. I haven’t the slightest clue.”

Tommy covers his face again. “I’ll ask tomorrow. Goodnight, Wilbur.”

Wilbur lets him sleep this time. After a few moments, Tommy’s breathing slows into something slow, heavy, and even. He’s a quiet sleeper, whether that’s in the passenger seat of Wilbur’s car or on a blanket in an empty hotel’s lobby, just by the doors where an occasional breeze blows through. The breeze is louder than Tommy’s breathing sometimes.

It startles Wilbur the first time he mixes up the wind for someone breathing. Then it gets stuck in his head. He keeps looking over, half-expecting for Tommy to be gone and to be alone again. Even after the night spent driving together, and the morning spent together scrounging for supplies and finding a cool enough place to sleep, Wilbur still doesn’t quite believe that Tommy is real.

Doesn’t quite believe he’s going to stay.

Tommy is some sort of ghost, he’s pretty sure. Something like a sketchbook high above a canyon, or a name written on a calendar, or a wallet sitting on his dashboard, only a little more tangible. A little louder, when he’s awake, and a little more insistent about it.

So Tommy is the last dredges of Wilbur’s sanity trying to survive, one last-ditch effort to wake himself up and get back into the car and start driving, again, and again, and again. Maybe he isn’t even alive. Maybe it’d worked, back at the canyon–maybe this is just the hallucinated last moments of Wilbur’s life, played through in vivid detail.

Maybe nothing’s real. Maybe trees never fall if no one is there to see it go. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

Tommy is still asleep. One arm over his eyes; blonde hair spilled over maroon carpet. His chest continues to rise and fall. Real or otherwise.

Wilbur dozes off just behind him, and he dreams of something dark in between glittering lights and velvet fabric bundled up inside of his chest.

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Because you write Zoro as well, may I request NSFW/suggestive headcanons of Zoro, Kid, and Who's Who with F!S/O (you could change it to GN if you feel mote comfortable), S/O gives him a hickey/mark in a place where people could see it directly and S/O teases him about it. Thank you and take care of yourself!

authors note : take care of yourself too , dearest <3 sorry for not posting the last few days btw ;;; i was very very busy with ... important matters. well.. !! please enjoy these to the fullest ..!

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Zoro x F! Reader : Leaving a noticeable hickey on him

- The delivery certainly caught Zoro off guard. He isn’t that used to you ever doing anything like that, as he’s usually the type to carry all the dominance in the bedroom. But the moment you suck and bite at his flesh, Zoro’s holding back a heep of moans. He refuses to let you know how good it felt to be branded by your mouth, your lips and teeth leaving a trail of hickies along his collar bone. 

- Zoro may keep a poker face during the whole thing but seeing marks left by your lips on him really gets him going. The throbbing sensation of his raw flesh, the deep pigment, the small bits of gloss left behind when it’s fresh... Zoro can’t say he dislikes it... But he’s not going to tell you that he enjoyed it, not to your face. Even days after, Zoro still gets aroused looking at the fading marks. 

- Zoro doesn't exactly think about it, nor does he care to hide it too much. It's just another trophy to him, similar to his scars. He doesn't really feel any reason to be embarrassed about it. It's no secret that you two are an item, and with dating comes fucking, right? You have to be an absolute moron to not connect two and two together.

- Out of you two, you're bound to be the one to get embarrassed about it. Once the crew, well, once most of the crew picks up on it, you'll get lots of under the table comments and teasing. "I had no clue you were such a passionate lover, Y/n." Robin beams at you, letting such a humiliating sentence fall from her lips like it's nothing. "I can't help but feel a little bit jealous of Zoro." The crew is bound to leave you a stuttering mess, face on fire as you rapidly decline any of their questions or comments.

- I just know Zoro flaunts his hickey around Sanji, especially when that love cook is attempting to woo you. “I got you your parfait, my sweet!” Sanji worships you like an absolute goddess, regardless of your relationship with Zoro. If anything, that pushes him to try and win your heart further... Once Zoro notices that insufferable voice, he’ll repeat every lewd thing you did to him the night before. “Y/n, you gotta ease up with your mouth next time. I think you gave my dick a hickey, too.” Sanji is already rushing away after he hears that, unsure on if his eyes should produce tears or if his nose should be leaking with blood. It’s an image Sanji loves but that marimo... he ruins everything! Zoro can’t help but laugh at Sanji’s helpless reaction, even after you get up to chase the blonde, shouting out endless apologies. 

- Even if a stranger asks about the mark, Zoro’s just gonna be blunt with them. “Oh, this? It’s nothing fight related. My girlfriend is an absolute freak.” The only limits he has about the hickey is you telling Luffy or Chopper. Zoro doesn’t care if anyone else knows about it’s origins but if you tell those two, he’s gone. He’ll turn into a strawberry the moment Luffy glances at him, head cocked to the side. “Y/n’s got a mouth tough enough to injure you, Zoro? She’s crazy strong!” Luffy and Chopper may be mostly oblivious to what it’s from and why you did such a thing to your lover... but Zoro knows. Knowing you told his adored captain and little Chopper about your sexcapades... He just can’t help but get flustered to the core. Definitely giving you the silent treatment. 

Kid x F! Reader : Leaving a noticeable hickey on him

- Kid treats everything as a competition, including sex. If you want to to do the slightest dominant thing one night, you have to fight for that. But the moment you catch him off guard, you latch onto your boyfriends neck, teeth digging into his pale nape. With that, you started a dual. Not just any dual but a mouth dual. You can’t get away with doing such an embarrassing thing to him so easily...!

- By the time you two are done fucking, you’re both covered in slobber, lip stick, and hickies. Kid may have been making a fuss over the mark but he enjoyed it. Not the act itself but the outcome. He enjoys a good competition, as well as the sight of you, covered in his passion. I suppose you two settled for a tie, hm? 

- No one in the crew bothers to ask the next day when they see you and Kid covered from head to toe. They all can tell what happened, both from your visuals and well, what they overheard the whole night... If any one dares to ask Kid what did happen, they’re getting a punch square in the eye. His girlfriend doesn’t overpower him, no, no...! 

- Kid doesn’t really cover them. He would like to but none of his clothing hide it well, as you went ham on his neck and collar. He finds them hot but he can’t find much pride in them, considering they show the fact it’ll suggest he’s not all that he’s cracked up to be. He tries to hide his embarrassment by teasing you for your own hickeys but it always come back to bite him in the ass.. 

- Tries to lie about how he totally destroyed you in bed (usually to Killer.) Even if it’s so painfully obvious that he didnt, Killer has to support his captain. “You sure did...! Y/n didn’t stand a chance, heh..” behind his mask, there’s a huge and awkward smile. No way is Kid trying to convince him of such a bogus lie... But regardless, he has to be Kid’s biggest cheerleader. That’s his best friend!

- That’s not to say Killer won’t let you give him an earful. He’s a double agent, in that sense... He loves you and Kid! Plus, you aren’t wrong when you claim Kid can be a bit subby because that’s incredibly apparent, with how he was looking... But if Kid were to find out, Killer would be dead..!

Who’s Who x F! Reader : Leaving a noticeable hickey on him

- Who’s Who is far too invested in the moment to feel your mouth grasping his chest, leaving hefty kiss marks all over him, bruises spawning. He just keeps thrusting and thrusting, hands yanking at your hair. He’s in his own world at that point, rambling degrading words to you, feasting on your body. 

- The morning after, he’s extremely moody. Who’s Who goes to his meetings, suit jacket entirely buttoned up for once. He thinks he’s fooling everyone but no, it’s obvious. The Tobi Roppo don’t bother to beat around the bush, not even close. “Did that Y/n chick suck on your tits too much?” Who’s Who is bound to throw a fit, fighting with his fellow Tobi Roppo’s. Mainly Sasaki

- Who’s Who tries his best to ignore you. You hurt his already bruised ego, whether you meant to or not. He hides himself in his room all day, desperately trying to apply makeup over his chest. Spoilers: no amount of foundation covers the love bites. 

- You try your best to get back on your boyfriends good side, claiming that you just did it to show your love, which is the truth. But Who’s Who refuses each apology you deliver him, keeping his nose up high like an uptight prick. You can’t understand why he’s so upset, clearly oblivious to the internal battle he’s fighting between his ego and his horniness. 

- The truth is Who’s Who loved that feeling you gave him so much. The feeling of your lips clamping down on his skin, tightening the same way your pussy did around his cock, right as he blew his load into you. That damn hickey drew him over the edge, feeling utterly sensational. I suppose it was a little nice to not have to always to do what he considered his normal... Wouldn’t you say?

- Of course, Who’s Who forgives you. It just takes the sweetest, almost pain inducing make-up sex for him to admit he forgives you for causing him such lengths of shame. It isn’t cutesy make-up sex, either. It’s aggressive, often leaving your beautiful, glimmering image in shambles.Covered in drool, cum and bruises you can’t help but repeat your lovers name, being fucked completely dumb by him. 

[triplexdoublex]

Baby Makes Four

Pairings: Colson x Reader x Rook ( poly)

Warnings/tags: fluff, pregnancy, talk of possible abortion, pelvic exam, labor complications, emergency C-section

A/N: This is an AU they are not famous but I’m still using the nickname Rook. and Colson doesn’t have Casie. Admittedly not my best writing but I’m trying to get back into it. Enjoy!

You knew you should have been more careful; should have insisted on them wearing condoms, or got yourself on some type of birth control, especially given the uniqueness of your relationship. Polyamory isn’t for everybody but it was perfect for you, Colson and Rook. But now here you were five days late staring at a pink plus sign without the slightest clue to which one of them was the father. You weren’t sure how they were going to take the news; to be honest you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about it either. Part of you was thrilled, you always knew you wanted to be a mom one day, but the other part of you was scared to death; you didn’t know if you were ready for the responsibility quite yet. But one thing you knew for sure was you wanted the three of you to make the decision about what the future held for the pregnancy together.

**********

“ Hey.. uh I need to talk to you boys about something,” you started nervously over breakfast.

“Of course , what is it, baby? Colson responded followed by Rook, “Everything okay?”

“I’m not sure how to start or even how I feel about this yet to be completely honest, so I’m just gonna come out and say it …. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, shit I’m gonna be a dad! Colson exclaimed in shock but his expression was unreadable.

“Or… I’m gonna be a dad?” Rook looked to Colson with the same unclear expression.

“Oh fuck! Which one of us is the Dad?” Colson questioned.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You raised your hands up in a shrug only to let them fall back down on the table in defeat.

“But there’s like tests and shit that can tell who’s the dad right?” Colson asked. “Like before it’s born or do we have to wait until after?”

“Please—!” You shouted, holding up your hand for him to stop. You were getting overwhelmed by all the questions, when the biggest question of all hadn’t even been decided .. “I’m not even sure anyones gonna be a dad!” You left it at that, assuming they would figure out what you were trying to say.

“Ohh… you’re getting rid of it? I- I just assumed we were keeping it.” Colson said, probably too nonchalantly.

“Jesus Christ, Colson! It’s a baby not a stray cat! Do you have to be so blunt about it. Fuck!” You slapped your hand over your eyes like just maybe your fingers could dam the river of tears that started to flow.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry baby,” Colson got up from his seat to embrace you. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that, I’m just as scared and nervous as you,” he kissed the top of your head. “But I know whatever decision you make will be the right one for us, right Rookie?” Colson looked to Rook trying to get something out of him — anything, he’d been far too quiet about the whole thing.

“Of course,” Rook got up and joined Colson in hugging you. “I’m sorry, I think I’m still in shock,” he excused his lack of engagement in the news. “I’ll one hundred percent support whatever you decide but honestly— I wouldn’t mind having a baby around here.”

“Really? … Seriously? … You mean that?” You asked, each individual question punctuated with a sniffle as you looked up at a tear- distorted view of Rook, your whole demeanor shifting.

“Really. But listen.. your only what—a couple weeks? This doesn’t have to be decided right now, or even overnight. What do you say we give it a weeks time, let it really sink in and give it some more thought?” Rook suggested.

“You’re right,” you started wiping at your eyes, still sniffing. “Okay, let’s do that”

****************

In a weeks time the amount of touches, kisses and overall attention your still unchanged belly was getting made the decision quite obvious— the baby was here to stay.

Panic transitioned into excitement as the three of you grew accustomed to the idea of being parents; it has been decided that neither man would find out the true paternity and that you would raise the baby as a family of four — 3 parents, 1 child. Colson would be Dad and Rook, Pops— just as he referred to his own dad.

It surprised you how quickly they both fell into the fatherly role. Colson’s gave up smoking cigarettes because you couldn’t stomach the smell. Rook asked his chef friend Steve to teach him to cook so he could assist with dinner when you weren’t feeling up to it, or just needed to get off your feet for a while— and you were so thankful for it because you both know Colson’s couldn’t so much as fry an egg . They also both took turns reading what piece of fruit the baby was the size of each week from your pregnancy app, and accompanying you to doctors appointments — until you banned Colson anyways.

“Well, it’s official— Colson’s only allowed at ultrasound appointments from now on, since he has the mind of a teenage boy and can’t handle being in the exam room.” You announced to Rook as you and Colson entered the house the three of you share, after attending his first prenatal exam with you.

“You didn’t!?” Rook gave Colson a knowing, and disapproving look.

“Bro, they had her legs all spread n’ shit and fingers in her, I couldn’t help it!” Colson tried to defend himself.

“It’s just a medical procedure you horndog!” Rook scolded.

“Yeah, we’ll tell that to my dick!!!

***

He wasn’t much more behaved at your ultrasound appointment either, loudly announcing “Oh that’s definitely MY son!” when the ultrasound tech was easily able to tell you were having a boy at your twenty week anatomy scan.

“You’ll have to excuse him, he didn’t come with a filter” Rook said, nudging colson with a sharp elbow. “Which he better fix before our baby gets here!”

“Hey, better a dad with no filter than no dad at all,” the ultrasound tech joked. “You wouldn’t believe how many moms I see in here having to go through pregnancy and motherhood completely alone.But you and this little guy —” she spoke looking towards you as she moved the cool, slippery wand over your plump belly. “— seem to be blessed with two dads in the picture?” She said with a hint of question in her voice. “Sorry if I’m being nosey.”

“No worries, you’re fine” you smiled before answering. “Yeah, we have a unique relationship; it’s not exactly your traditional family. And to be completely honest we’re not sure which one of them is the dad and we don’t plan to find out either, but these two definitely have fun teasing each other about who’s baby it is. You should have seen this one—” you thumbed over to Rook. “—gloating when I started craving sushi; HIS favorite food. He insisted it was the baby who actually wanted it and therefore meant the baby was his. And of course I got all hormonal and cried when I found out I couldn’t actually eat sushi.”

“Screw traditional! You guys are happy and this baby is healthy and loved and that’s all that matters.” The tech said , as she removed the lubricating gel from your belly with a towel. “All set”

*******

The rest of the pregnancy went by smoothly— sure you were tired and grew increasingly more uncomfortable with each passing day as the pregnancy continued to flourish and your belly expanded but it was so worth it. You couldn’t wait to meet your little bundle of joy and the boys were equally as excited. They enjoyed assembling the nursery together; Rook handled decorating and hanging up clothes , while Colson configured and set up the crib and furniture with minimal swearing. In fact, Colson had grown and matured a lot in the last few months. He loved their little boy already and he wanted to be the best father he possibly could. He didn’t have the best role model as a child and he would be damned if he was gonna let history repeat itself.

Everything was looking up and going according to plan … until it wasn’t.

“Baby’s heart rates dropping!” The doctor announced while you were in labor. “Prep the O.R. STAT! We’ve got a cord compression on our hands.”

“Boys, I’m gonna need you to step out of the way and return to the waiting room. We’re taking her for an emergency C-section. Someone will be out to update you both as soon as possible.” A nurse stated as she shuffled through the chaos of getting you ready for transport.

“No way, we’re staying by her side the whole time.” Colson turned to follow your gurney down the hallway, with Rook close behind.

“I’m sorry boys, that’s not possible, not for an emergency C- section.” The nurse informed them, her body blocking their path. “Now please go to the waiting room.”

“Please, you have to let us go with her!” Colson begged, tears streaming down his face. “Y/N!!” He cried out reaching for you as you were wheeled around the corner.

“Colson, C’mon man,” a teary-eyed Rook placed a comforting and guiding hand up onto Colson’s chest. “Let’s go.”

Colson knew he could have easily pushed past that nurse and ran after you, and to be honest the old Colson —the Colson from a few months ago— would’ve done just that. But he realized now that all that was gonna do was get him kicked out of the hospital and make things more difficult for you, and that’s the last thing you needed right now , so he reluctantly followed Rook into the waiting area where they sat with interlocked hands, wet eyes, worried faces, and trembling knees until the doctor arrived. The few seconds it took the doctor to pull down his mask to speak seemed like an eternity to the boys; the state of you and their baby feeling like the fate of Schrödinger's cat.

“Mom and baby are doing well, they’re in the recovery room now. I’ll take you to go see them.”

“Oh thank Fuck!” Rook exhaled like he’s been holding his breath the whole time they were in the waiting room. And the two boys shared a grateful hug before following the doctor.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, happy to finally see them again. “Meet your son,” you handed the baby to Rook as he was closer to the edge of your bed.

“Hi, little guy—“

“Oh shit —shoot, sorry.” Colson interrupted, “I just realized we haven’t picked a name yet.”

“Actually, I hope you guys don’t mind but … before they put me under I told a nurse if anything happened to me or him —” your voice cracked. “— that I wanted him to be named CJ, after his dads.”

“CJ?” Colson questioned , the initials not quite clicking at the moment.

“Yeah CJ… Colson John.” You clarified, making both boys' eyes sparkle with happy tears.

“Yeah, that’s right buddy you got two dads, and I know one day when you’re older, you’ll probably look or act more like one of us than the other and it will be more obvious but I want you to know that even if you grow up to be 6’4, blonde, with a temper— I’ll always love you as my own,” Rook gave a small chuckle before handing the baby over to Colson.

“Same here, little man. You’ll always be mine even if one day you’re a 5’9” shrimp, who makes poor hair choices.” Colson teased.

[andypantsx3]

subtle | shouto todoroki/reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 2,171 words

summary: Someone leaves chocolates on your desk. You're determined to track down the sender, certain it's a mistake, and Shouto Todoroki makes himself as unhelpful as possible.

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, valentine’s day

warnings: aged up characters (no smut though!!)

There was a box on your desk.

There was a box on your desk, and the sight of it was enough to instantly set you on edge.

The box looked normal enough, if a little fancy, maybe. Its lacquered top glinted brightly under the fluorescent office lighting, its smooth, polished sides waterfalling into the soft matte of your desktop underneath. You weren’t close enough to read the inscription, but you could just make out some elegant, curling script inlaid into the top of the box, possibly the name of whichever company had produced it.

The box looked very normal, in fact. Only, you knew it wasn’t. Boxes didn’t just show up in the middle of the Todoroki Hero Agency, a campus swimming with pros and armed with layers of security so deep it took even you--Shouto Todoroki’s manager--fifteen full minutes to get through screening every morning. It was something very much like being a prison guard at Tartarus.

So either this box meant the agency was dealing with a security breach the likes of which had scarcely been seen before, or someone had mistaken your desk for somebody else’s.

Which, considering it was Valentine’s Day, made a lot more sense.

Buoyed by the realization it wasn't a security risk, you crept closer, peering at the box, and the script resolved itself into the name of the extremely fancy chocolatier in Hiroo district that you made a point of drooling over every time you had to make a house call on Shouto. Their prices were literally insane, so you had never let yourself wander inside, unwilling to shell out an entire week’s pay for a tiny set of chocolates. Even if they did look absolutely fucking unbelievable from the window.

Your mouth watered.

That confirmed it--this was a Valentine's gift, and it was definitely a mistake. For the briefest of seconds, you’d wondered if maybe you had gotten obligatory office friendship chocolates, but this was too much. Some poor, love-sodden flop had gone out, spent their week’s pay on someone they were clearly very serious about, and then proceeded to fuck the entire thing up by plonking their gift straight onto your desk instead of their intended’s.

You frowned, quickly checking the box over for some kind of clue as to who had left it. There was no note included, nothing even mildly helpful that would give you the slightest hint of the person who'd left it here. Which left you with the question of how to return the box to the sender without knowing who they were, or how to pass it on to whoever they’d really meant it for.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, staring hard at the surface of the box like you could crack its code if only you glared hard enough. The box stared back at you, unhelpfully silent.

You were still skewering the box with your gaze some minutes later, determined to unravel its secrets, when a deep voice murmured from your doorway.

“You look puzzled."

You startled, whipping around to find Shouto propping up the wall, looking as unfairly handsome as usual. He was watching you intently, those heterochromatic eyes fastened to your face in that careful way he had, the one that always made you feel too warm and slightly unfocused. As usual, it was all you could do to remind yourself that you were a professional and he was something solidly between a friend and a coworker, and no matter how cute and attentive he was, you shouldn't get any ideas.

This morning, he was dressed in his hero uniform, tall and broad-shouldered, his distinctive hair only a little ruffled from his early patrol. It wasn’t often someone tried something in the districts he watched over anymore, probably too nervous to find themselves on the wrong end of the number four hero’s temper. You knew from the reports you received to your phone that the only trouble he’d encountered this morning was a pack of amorous school girls purposely misusing their quirks to draw his attention.

Thirty minutes ago, in fact, you’d almost spit out your coffee laughing at a photo of him looking wildly uncomfortable as he attempted to ice down some girl’s lava quirk with his right hand while fighting off her unfathomably enormous bouquet with his left. It was only right that he should suffer once a year, when every other day he got to stalk about as handsome as you please, oblivious to the effects his appearance had on every breathing person within a five mile radius.

You gave him an absent nod, gaze drawn back to the box on your desk.

“Somebody accidentally left something in here,” you told him, gesturing to it. “I’m trying to figure out how to track down who it was, or who it was meant for.”

Shouto made a small noise in the back of his throat, almost like a cough, and it was enough to startle you into looking up at him again.

“What?” you asked, peering at him. Was he coming down with something? It wasn't often he got sick, but when he did, he usually attempted to hide it and needed to be steamrolled into taking time off. You looked him over, trying to assess whether or not you needed to start badgering him now.

Shouto gazed back at you evenly, his expression deceptively bland. “...You think it’s not for you.”

You felt yourself blink at him, surprised by the comment and struggling to discern his meaning. What did he mean, you think it’s not for you? “Of course it’s not for me, Shouto, it’s from Grégoire Chardin.”

You knew he’d know the place, considering he lived in the same fancy rich people neighborhood as the chocolatier, but Shouto looked unimpressed.

“Why should that mean it’s not for you?” he asked, his tone dry.

The remark caught you off guard, as his comments sometimes did, and you bit down something like a smile. Bless his sweet, oblivious, rich boy heart. Either he overestimated your appeal to his agency staff, or he really did not understand the concepts of cost and return on investment.

“It’s expensive, it’s not something you would give someone as obligatory chocolates,” you explained, watching as a white eyebrow went up. His expression sharpened into something you couldn’t read well.

“It could be a secret admirer,” he said.

You stared blankly back at him, absolutely floored by the idea.

He thought you had a secret admirer? The idea sent an excited thrill all the way down to your toes, but you quickly squashed the feeling. So far, you'd never been on the receiving end of any furtive but romantic gestures, and you really didn't get any interested vibes from anyone in the office, no lingering glances or excuses to spend more time with you. The person who paid you the most amount of attention was Shouto, which was to be expected, considering how closely you worked together. And obviously he wasn't interested, he was just happy to stand in your doorway spouting wild conspiracies about his agency staffers like they were completely reasonable things to say.

“I don’t have a secret admirer,” you told him.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he took an intent step forward into your office. “Is the point of a secret admirer not to be exactly that--secret? How can you be sure?”

You couldn’t help it--you gaped at him, your face going weirdly warm. Okay, was he--was he serious? You obviously weren’t the most unfortunate creature on earth, and you even had your good days, but nobody in their right mind was going to attempt anything with you when there were girls like Nejire Hado and Ibara Shiozaki roaming the hallways of his agency. Even several of the analysts and most of the support crew had you beat out in terms of appeal--literally bless this man for his obvious indifference to your appearance.

“I, uh--thanks for your confidence in me,” you said, fighting down a laugh. “But I assure you, it definitely wasn’t meant for me. I just have to figure out who left it and who they meant it for.”

Shouto shifted impatiently, like he was waiting for something.

“You’re so certain,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“Of course I am,” you waved at him vaguely. It was actually super cute that he thought you could net yourself a dude who was willing to shell out Grégoire Chardin dollars, but you were just wasting time now, lingering over the least important part of this entire affair. “Listen, Shouto. I know sometimes men talk in the locker rooms. If you--if you hear anything, will you let me know? I just want to return it, it looks way too good sitting here.”

It was actually taking all your willpower not to open it and avail yourself of Japan’s finest chocolate, considering you would never have another opportunity like this again. Maybe you should just pretend it was for you....Really, no one could fault you for opening something left in your own office. But...no. No, you knew better.

Shouto appeared indifferent to your internal struggle. He watched you for a long moment, his features impassive. “Under one condition,” he finally allowed.

You cocked an ear to show you were listening, rifling around with the paperwork on your desk to distract yourself from the chocolate. You were strong, a good person. You had willpower like steel. You did not need to eat it, no no no.

“If no one comes looking for it by the end of the day, you will open it,” he said, moving closer.

You glanced up at him, shocked. “Shouto, this is someone else’s gift,” you hissed. “I can’t just open it.”

He placed a large palm down on your desk, leaning over you slightly. “That is my bargain.”

“You want me to steal somebody’s shit in your own agency,” you accused him. You tried not to pay attention to how close he had gotten, how straight his nose was up close, the way his eyes seemed brighter and his mouth pulled into a pout almost too pretty for a man.

The rest of his expression slipped into something like annoyance, matching his pout. “If no one comes for it, then it must be evident that it was meant for you.”

You suppressed a derisive laugh. Now was not the time to get shirty with your own boss, especially when his delusions were kind of sweet. It was honestly just short of a miracle that a man who looked like Shouto did could possibly think anyone on earth would have a thing for you, regardless of his own tastes.

“What if they’re just too shy to ask for it back?” you asked, watching those heterochromatic eyes flick over you curiously.

“If it’s as expensive as you say, someone will come looking,” he said. Which was actually kind of annoyingly reasonable.

A smirk flitted across his maddeningly perfect face when you failed to come up with another argument. He had a point, and he knew it.

You let out a gusty sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m certain someone will come looking for it. Please be subtle when you’re gathering info, okay? I'm sure this is embarrassing for whoever made this mistake.”

Shouto looked almost offended. “I am perfectly capable of being subtle,” he intoned in his deep voice.

This time, you did laugh. He was quiet, maybe, very perceptive, and unobtrusive when he wanted to be, but no one had ever accused the man of possessing tact. “Yeah, okay. Just, try to channel more subtlety than you think you need, okay? No one else but the sender needs to know about the mix up.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Shouto was leaning over you more fully, eyes glittering strangely as his clean, fresh scent met your nose. You froze in your chair, brain going horrifyingly vacant as he leaned impossibly nearer. What the fuck was he doing?

“It will be like I’m not even asking,” Shouto promised, his voice light. “Not asking anyone at all.”

You tried to scrape your thoughts back into something resembling order, but the effort was all but futile. You needed to get him out of your space stat before you embarrassed yourself.

”Okay, then it’s a deal,” you said quickly. “Now go...flambé a villain or something.”

Shouto lingered for a long moment, his mouth curling a little at the corner, like he was being let in on a secret you couldn’t hear. His eyes brushed over you, almost like a physical touch. And then he was gone, pulling open the door to your office, looking annoyingly pleased with himself.

“You will see,” he said by way of farewell. “You will find out how subtle I can be.”

You stared at him in confusion, but he didn’t explain himself. He just smirked, and closed the door behind himself.

[potter-imagines]

Chosen Sister (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: I had two Ginny idolizing reader requests so this is the first one! I can't find the exact request but the other will be posted during this coming week. 

Warning: None (vv short sad part)

Word Count: 3.8k

“Give me back my girlfriend, Ginny. I heard that you’re holding her hostage.”

A loud chorus of knocks sounded out from Ginny Weasley’s dorm room. Dinner had finished an hour before and since the meal ceased, Fred had been searching the entire ground for you, his girlfriend. After about thirty minutes tracing your typical patterns and steps around Hogwarts, Fred ran into Angelina and Alicia who informed him of your whereabouts.

They happily explained to them that they saw Ginny dragging you away after dinner. The girls cooed to Fred about how adorable it was that his girlfriend hung out with his little sister, something Fred didn’t exactly view the same.

Fred Weasley checked your dorm room, the common room, the library, Hermione’s dorm, and finally Ginny’s room. As he trudged up the stone steps grounchily, his ears perked to a point at the ring of a voice that was tattooed in his heart. Your innocent, childlike giggle played like a melody in the empty stairwell.

Fred could feel the corner of his lip tugging up to a smile at the sound. That sugared chortle that he had heard millions of times before but somehow still felt his breath catch at the sound. Standing outside his little sister’s door, Fred’s annoyance was dissolving by your haromous voice echoing from the opposite side.

When Ginny failed to open her dorm up the first round of knock, Fred banged on the door again. Huffing in annoying, Ginny shot you a look, already knowing Fred was gonna scold her. She crawled off her bed and waltzed over to her door, taking her sweet time as she did. You couldn’t help the giggles that rumbled through your chest.

Swing the door open swiftly, Ginny glared at Fred with flames blazing in her eyes. If they weren’t related, he might’ve felt a hint of her wrath. But she was his little sister and not even at her angriest did Fred find her intimidating, not in the slightest.

Ginny Weasley was only thirteen yet her sass and feistiness was beyond her years. Growing up with only brothers probably played a hand. The young girl sent her brother a disgusted look then growled at him,

“I am not holding her hostage! For your information, Y/n happens to be my friend. Might sound surprising to you but she actually enjoys hanging out with me, Fred.”

Fred looked past his sister at the mention of your name. A smile lifted to his lips when he found you. You returned the gesture

“You’re right, that does sound surprising.” The snarky remark caused Ginny to furrow her face in a scowl. Lunging forward the youngest Weasley snapped for her older brother, although missed by a long shot.

“You’re infuriating, Fred!” She howled. Her face was turning red with every second that ticked by. If the situation had been different, you might’ve laughed. Getting between the Weasley siblings when they were arguing- that just wasn’t safe for anyone. Ginny’s aggravation was fuming from her pores as she sent you pleading looks to stay.

It was now that you took a look at the old wooden clock hanging on the way above her roommate's bed. The little hand was pointing to the six as the big hand was approaching eleven. The time seemed to fly by at light speed. You had promised to help Ginny hang up some lights in her room. She had wanted to decorate it just likes yours, as she practically admired anything you did. It made you feel special knowing Ginny looked up to you. You had never experienced it before so it was exciting- but also slightly pressurized- to know she was admiring you as a big sister.

Fred let out an exaggerated groan leaning against the wall next to the door.

“Can I please have my girlfriend back? You got your girl time in. Y/n promised to hangout with me tonight, so I’m rescuing her!” A cheeky wink was thrown your way as Fred walked further in the room, slowly sneaking up to you. The annoyed girl rolled her eyes then ignored her brother. She looked back at you and pursed her lips into a thin line. Ginny was too oblivious to notice his stagger but your attention remained set on him the entire time. You didn’t fight the smirk lifting to your lips as he inched closer, and closer until his feet were only steps from his sister’s back. It was then Ginny noticed the amused tint to your face but before she could bring it to light, Fred bent down in one fluid motion and gripped his hands on either side of your hips. As light as a feather he swept you up and quickly darted for the door, as to escape Ginny before she had the chance to retaliate.

“Wait- hey!” Fred slammed the large door then proceeded down the steps.

“Freddie, love, that wasn’t nice.” The giggles poured from your soul as Fred continued to carry you down the stairs, then took a sharp right, and started walking up the boy’s dormitory staircase. You rested your head against the blade of his shoulder, bobbing with every step he took. He was so handsome, even from the most unpleasant angels. His sharp features stuck out in the darkness, striking your heart. His arms cradled you while he laughed, “Oh shush, you didn’t try to stop me. Wasn’t exactly nice of you to just run off in the middle of dinner. You still have time to make it up to me, though.” The teasing arrogance didn’t go unnoticed. You laughed into the material of his sweater, clutching to his chest. The movement of his legs stopped and he softly leaned over to place you on the ground. Taking his wand out from his back pocket he unlocked his door and opened it up for you to walk in.

You stepped into the quiet room then turned to you boyfriend,

“George and Lee in?” You asked. The grin that rose to his lips was an answer enough. Fred closed the door behind him with a slam then jumped onto his bed with a flop. You watched him lay in the middle of the mattress, throwing his hands in a fold behind his head. He shrugged his shoulders and replied,

“Nope. Was there something in particular you had in mind of doing?” His mask of innocence wasn’t fooling either of you, but it was part of the fun. Keeping your eyes glued to his, you slipped the material of your robes off, leaving you in a white long sleeve button up and a small plaid skirt. You basked in the widening eyes of your boyfriend as he shifted on the comforter. His eyes raked over your body from your head down to your toes. You noticed his gaze particularly set on your exposed legs. Smirking to him you sauntered over to his bed and climbed in with him. His large hands found your bottom instantly. “I think you know, Freddie.”

Almost a week later, it happened again. Fred was scrambling around the Gryffindor common room asking every waking student if they had seen you. Most students were getting ready for dinner, some already there. George was waiting near the portrait watching curiously as his twin ran around the room from person to person. Even to George it was a bit strange no one had seen you, although as the hours dragged on he took into account the absence of his little sister also. George sighed to himself then kicked his leg into the wall, leaning back against the brick waiting patiently for Fred.

On the opposite side of the large room, the other half of the Weasley twins was talking to Lee Jordan, seeing if he had any valuable information. Lee, just like everyone else he asked, had no clue where you were. Right as his conversation with Lee was dwindling, the sigh of a curly haired girl caught Fred’s eyes and he abruptly excused himself from Lee and ran over.

As Fred reached Hermione, he gave her shoulder a line of taps,

“Hermione! Hey! Do you know where Y/n is? George said he saw you two in the courtyard this morning but I haven’t seen her all day.” Fred questioned the bright witch in a pleasing tone. She swiveled around and tilted her head to the side causing her frizzy hair to bounce like springs. Eyebrows knitted together, her lips scrunched to the side. Deep in thought she hummed to herself then answered,

“No I don’t at the moment, Fred, I’m sorry. I spent the morning with her and Ginny but I haven’t seen either of them since we left the library around lunch. That was hours ago, though. Maybe try checking Ginny’s room?” Hermione offered.

You had been studying most of the morning in the courtyard then in the library. Ginny and Hermione joined you, despite all three of you being in different years. Not that it came as much of a surprise, but Hermione helped you with your work without missing a beat. Where you were stuck for minutes, she had finished four questions ago. She was a brilliant friend to have, schoolwise and personally. You might be older than the young witch but Hermione’s advice was like no others so you loved having her around.

Fred shook his head and mumbled a ‘no’.

“That was the first place I looked. Don’t know where she is either. Did I do something? Y/n’s not upset with me is she?” The fear and worry in his voice soaked the air and Hermione gave him a gaze of bewilderment.

“What? She didn’t say anything to me about being mad at you and I’m sure she would’ve if she were. She seemed perfectly fine so I don’t think it’s that. Ginny was the one who seemed in a mood if anything.” She stated firmly. As close as the two of you were, you would have told Hermione if Fred angered you. You shared everything with her.

The towering boy nodded, eyes scanning the space behind Hermione. He was running out of places to check and people to ask. Hermione was his best bet next to Ginny and no one knew where Ginny was either which, for anyone capable of putting 2 and 2 together meant you and Ginny were more likely than not together somewhere.

“Thanks, Hermione. Let me know if you see either of them, please.” Hermione nodded and smiled kindly to Fred, then walked off to join Harry and Ron. Fred took off towards the portrait, yelling to George that he would be back shortly.

Leaving the common room Fred shut the painting behind him and made his way to the moving staircase. While standing on the middle step, he tried to think if he was a girl, where would he go? The bathroom? No, not for that long. A swim in the lake? Well, it was a few weeks out from winter so that was unlikely. Fred huffed as he hopped off the stairs on the fourth floor and walked towards the library. Passing by he noticed a group of Hufflepuff boys sitting around a table and Professor Pince shushing them furiously. He kept on past the library and made his way down a mostly empty corridor.

The clock was nearing five in the afternoon and it was definitely out of the ordinary for the two of you to go this long in one day without even passing by one another. Maybe you were in the common room. Just with his luck you would show up right when he left. As the thought seemed to be a possibility, the sudden sound of your familiar light, delicate voice, hit his ears. Halting completely, Fred peeked his head towards the staircase on his left where the noise came from.

“Y/n?” The inquiry came quietly. Fred half wondered if he had imagined it. No reply came to his question, but he did hear someone speaking again, a new voice he recognized as his little sister’s. Moving closer to the open, cobble stairwell, Fred suddenly stopped when he heard the shaky voice of his little sister and the sound of tears splashing against the hard ground.

“He doesn’t even notice me, Y/n! I’m practically invisible in his eyes… I hate it.” Ginny’s somber cries became louder as Fred stood just on the other side of the arch in the wall. He caught a small glimpse of the scene around the wall. On the bottom step, you and Ginny were sitting next to each other. Her head leaned on your shoulder as she sobbed sadly. It was a new sight- Fred was pretty sure he hadn’t seen Ginny cry since she was in diapers. Part of him wanted to beat the daylights out of whoever hurt his little sister, but he knew it would only cause more chaos for Ginny if he injected himself now. Fred was brought back to reality when your comforting tone reassured Ginny.

“Oh Ginny, don’t say that. He’s just stupid- boys are like that. I honestly don’t think he realizes what he’s doing.” Fred wondered who you were talking about. Did Ginny fancy someone? The sniffles of his sister shook the air. Her face left your shoulder as she buried it into the sleeves of her jacket. The material soaked up her salty teardrops and she forced herself to take some deep breaths in order to calm down. Just as her body stopped quivering, the thought entered her mind again and she remarked,

“He’s never gonna-”

Fred looked on in surprise as you leaned forward and pulled Ginny in for a tight hug. Your hand rubbed along her back, soothing the young girl. She rubbed her eyes constantly, the redness only worsening. Pulling away, you rubbed the drops away from under Ginny’s eyes and gave her a small smile,

“No, he will. I just think he’s got all this stuff with ‘he-who-must-not-be-named’ on his mind… but even if he doesn’t, then he’s not the one. You’re an amazing person, Ginny. Any guy would be lucky to have you but you’re too young to be heartbroken over a little boy. I don’t want you wasting your time being sad about boys when you should be having fun with me and your friends!”

“You really mean that, Y/n?” Her eyes lit in hopefulness. Ginny had quickly become a little sister of sorts to you. Seeing her upset, hurt, mad, anything, you felt it too. Although Ginny was young, only thirteen. You didn’t want her ruining herself chasing after a boy who wasn’t able to give her the time and attention she deserved. Being friends with Harry, your judgement told you that the poor boy most likely didn’t even catch onto the fact Ginny fancied him.

Chosen one? Yes. Oblivious one? Also yes.

On the other side of the wall, Fred’s heart was basically goop from the exchange. He messed with his sister, sure, but she was still his baby sister and it meant the world to him to see you, his girlfriend, so kind, and sweet to Ginny.

“I would never lie to you, Ginny.” You promised her.

“I should go wash up before dinner, I’m sure I look a mess! I’ll see you then, okay? And… thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to have you around and I don’t know, it’s cool to have you as a friend.” She reached forward and gave you one last hug. You grinned at her and said,

“Of course, Ginny. It’s cool to have you as a friend as well.”

Fred smiled to himself. He never realized just how much his sister looked up to you and it made him feel prouder than ever to call you his.

Not long later, Ginny rushed off down the staircase heading back for her dorm room. It had been hours since she’d return so it didn’t seem like the best choice to go missing for hours then show up for dinner with a blotchy face from crying. She wasn’t up for the questions and prying. You waved goodbye to her then sat for a few moments by yourself in silence. Well, at least you had assumed you were alone.

Right as your body began sinking in relaxation into the step, an entering pair of footsteps caused your eyes to snap open. Emerging from the open hallway outside the stairwell was a particular adorning red head you had grown to love so much. Fred stepped in through the arch and grinned at you. You were surprised by his presence, you had yet to see him all day, having spent most of it comforting Ginny, so you were taken aback that he was able to find you.

“Freddie! How did you find me?” You jumped up with a grin and threw your arms around Fred’s neck. His knees pulled him down from the force and his hands wrapped around your waist, accepting the embrace fully. Chuckling loudly Fred joked,

“Ah, so you were hiding from me!”

You sent him a narrowed look and pointed towards the direction where Ginny had retreated.

“No, no, I wasn’t hiding. Your sister needed me so I decided to be with her. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you-” Your apology was cut short by the feeling of Fred’s plump lips kissing yours. He kept the kiss short and sweet, just wanting to taste your lips. He went almost the whole day not seeing you so he wasn’t able to resist for much longer. You kissed him back, a bit more forcefully than Fred. His lips danced against yours, the action of snogging being second nature among you two. Fred pulled away slowly, his lips staying close to yours. Your foreheads were leaning against each other, smiles plastered on both your lips.

“That was maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. You were so nice to Ginny, love. You didn’t need to do that.” He insisted in a whisper tone. Moving your forehead against his you explained,

“I wanted to, she’s my friend. I really care about her and… I don’t know, I’ve never had someone who looks up to me so, it’s kinda fun to know someone thinks I’m admirable.”

Glancing up, Fred’s eyes were already locked on yours. The warmth and homeiness of his honey pooled eyes pulled you in. Brown eyes never looked so perfect until you met Fred. Stepping up on your tiptoes, your hand secured itself along Fred’s jaw as you tugged him towards you. He parted his lips as you planted another kiss to his mouth. It was more of a peck, a tinny smooch leaving you to separate quickly. Leaning back into Fred’s arms, you basked in his hold. Never once did you ever feel exposed to danger when Fred had his arms clasped around you. It was impossible.

“That’s why I love you, you’re just perfect in every way. Everyday you find new ways to make me fall in love with you all over again...you’re too sweet, darling. Thank you for looking out for Ginny. It means a lot to me. Even if it means I have to share my time with you, which is just criminal, it does mean a lot.” His lips wasted no time scattering a mess of small, wet kisses along your face. No inch was left unkissed. You giggled wildly as he continued for a few moments. Planting one last kiss to your pursed lips, Fred stopped his attack and leaned back to smirk at you. Your laughter died out as you began to calm yourself. Smiling over to Fred, you reached for his hand and squeezed it in reassurance. “Of course, Freddie. I love you, babe.”

Lifting his hand, he rested his cheek on the skin of your hand. His face turned so he could press a faint peck to your hand, then he glanced up at you through his lashes.

“I love you too, darling. How bout we make up for all that lost time, hm?” That devilish, mischievous smirk you saw far too often had returned. Playing dumb you just chuckled,

“I was thinking the exact same thing, I was wanting some dinner too!”

“You know that wasn’t what-” You interrupted him, placing your pointer finger in the center of his lips creating a ‘shush’ gesture. He stared at you waiting for the next move. It was now you who held the bold smirk. You grasped Fred’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs so you could get to the Great Hall. His face fell in disappointment, clearly expecting a different turn of events. You didn’t leave him down for long when you batted your long lashes up at Fred and stated,

“Dinner first, then dessert after, okay?” It was the way you said it rather than the words themselves that did him in. That playful gleam that sparked in your eyes, he loved it.

Fred immediately felt his clothes, more specifically his trousers, turn tight at your words alone. He side eyed you as you skipped down the steps, unsure if you were the one teasing him now, or if you were being truthful. Narrowing his peer in seriousness, Fred tried to decipher the sickly sweet smirk on your lips. It wasn’t until you turned the tables, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of it, that he realized you weren’t joking. Eagerness took over as Fred locked his hand even more securely around yours and sped up his pace to the Great Hall. “Anything you say, love.”

He practically chased you the whole way to the dinning hall, your loud laughter filling the silence in the air. Your friends chuckled when they saw you two running in. You guys never seemed happier and it made all they ecstatic to see their friends finding love with each other. George waved the two of you over having saved a spot next to him for both of you. Fred escorted you to the opening, his hand never leaving yours even when you sat. For the rest of the meal, Fred’s hand rotated between your hand and your thigh, but never left your skin. And when Ginny sat down and smiled over at you, engaging you in conversation, Fred just squeezed your hand with a small grin, and pretended not to listen in. From then on, Fred only interrupted your hangout sessions to join in, and surprisingly, Fred Weasley was a great gossiper.