#she was also like oh you and George seem to be good friends! girl yes we are thank you

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Room with a View (M)

🩸Pairing: Vampire!Kim Mingyu x Human fem!Reader x Vampire!Jeon Jungkook

🩸Summary: “Yes, they clearly want in your pants, but at least Mingyu wasn’t lying about a much better view.”

🩸Genres & AUs: Smut, supernatural au, vampire au, pwp

🩸Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

🩸Words: 6.3k

🩸Warnings: Mention of alcohol, profanity, mentions of blood, shameless Mean Girls references

🩸Smut warnings: Threesome, vampire kink ig, oral (f & m receiving), semi-public sex, window sex, fingering, anal fingering (f receiving), biting, marking, dirty talk, pet names (baby, little mouse), unprotected sex (vampires can’t impregnate humans in this world bc i said so!) rough sex, double penetration, using cum as lube

🩸Note: For @kpopsblackcreatorsociety 's Blood & Bane event! Vampire Prompt: “Did you just fucking bite me?!”

This AMAZING banner is by my bby @playmetheclassics / @classicscreations and beta’d by my other bby @the-boy-meets-evil! A million smooches for you both!! 😙❤️ Oh and tagging the lovely @gyuwoncheol ❤️

“I’m a mouse, duh!” You’ve had to clarify that at least ten times tonight, much to your displeasure. You assumed that the black nightie, silver calf-high boots, and mouse ears would make your costume obvious, but so far, it’s seemed that everyone you’ve run into at this party either has never seen Mean Girls or doesn’t remember it. It’s a tragedy, truly.

It doesn’t help that most of your time at this party has been spent with just you by yourself. When only one of the four parts of a group costume is together, the whole idea doesn’t make the same impact. But, Jihyo and Jeongyeon, the Regina George and Grethen Wieners of your quartet in that order, disappeared together fifteen minutes after arriving. They’re likely hooking up in a room somewhere, still trying to hide from you and Sana that they’re dating. That’s added to the fact that Sana, the Cady Heron of the group, is spending time with the busy boyfriend she hasn’t seen in weeks. They had offered to let you hang out with them, but the last thing you wanted to be was a third-wheel.

That leaves just you, lingering by the back door with the same wine cooler you’ve been nursing for the last hour. 

You don’t know many people here except for the host, Dongmin, and a few of your co-workers you’ve recognized, but aren’t close with. He’s the sweet, wealthy vice president at the new company you work at who always goes out of his way to greet you when he sees you in the office.

You’ve only spoken to him a handful of times at the few company events you’ve been to and during shared elevator rides, so you were surprised when he invited you to his annual Halloween party, but you wouldn’t dream of turning him down. You also knew he had a good amount of money, what with the company doing so well, but you had no idea he was this well-off. 

His house has two floors and all of the rooms are spacious, bustling with people in Halloween costumes, dancing, talking, and knocking back drinks. Once you look past all of the partygoers, the view from the backdoor looks out at the city, all the lights in the distance looking magical from where the house sits on a hill in the nice, suburban part of town.

The view is honestly the most interesting part about tonight. You typically love Halloween, but this is the first party you’ve been to in a few years, plus you’re not friends with anyone else other than the three girls you came with. So far, this Halloween has been extremely uneventful.

“Karen Smith from Mean Girls, right? You’re a mouse?” A male voice you don’t recognize catches you off guard as you spin to see who it is.

To say you’re breathless at the sheer presence of the two men you come face-to-face with would be an understatement. They’re both tall and buff-looking - buff in the way that has your stomach doing flips. They’re clad in all denim outfits, their white shirts hugging each muscle underneath the cotton. Cowboy hats and boots complete their costumes, so you can easily deduce what they’re supposed to be. The man who you assume is the one who speaks is closest to you, smiling at you, pretty lips decorated with double lip rings.

They’re beautiful in the most stunning of ways that makes them not even seem real.

When you finally get a grip on yourself, you clear your throat, plastering on a smile. “Finally, someone at this party with taste! You’d be surprised how many people here have never seen Mean Girls.”

“A lot of people at this party aren’t much fun so that makes sense,” The other man speaks, rolling his eyes before fixing you with a look that appears as what you can only describe as hungry. “Speaking of, we haven’t seen you at one of Dongmin’s parties before.”

“Oh, yeah this is my friends and my first time here. Dongmin and I have worked at the same company for a few months. He invited me and as many people as I wanted to bring.”

“Remind us to thank Dongmin for that when we see him next,” Liprings smiles at you again, eyes sweeping over you from head to toe and you can feel the hairs on your arm stand on end under his appraisal. “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

“And I’m Mingyu,” Both men reach for your hands, each of them placing a kiss on them. The gesture is cheesy, but it still makes your skin heat up, cheeks burning as they gently let your hands go.

“I-I’m Y/n.” Forcing out a nervous laugh, you glance at their hat and boots and attempt to pivot the conversation. It’s not as though you didn’t want the attention they’re so clearly giving you, but you’ve never had men that looked this good so blatantly ogling you. Especially not two at the same time. You’re one more flirtatious look away from giggling like a schoolgirl in front of them.

“You know, just putting on cowboy boots and hats doesn’t make you cowboys.”

“And just wearing a headband doesn’t make you a mouse.” Jungkook fires back, grinning at you. Touché.

“You said you and your friends - where are they?” Mingyu asks, eyes sweeping the room. 

“They’re all with their significant others.” You shrug, not trying to sound bitter. You’re happy for your friends, truly you are - you’re just reminded of how alone you are right now.

“Aw, well we’ll keep you company, little mouse,” Mingyu winks at you and the way you feel your thighs clench together at his words is utterly embarrassing. You’re almost mortified with yourself when you watch as both he and Jungkook glance down at your exposed thighs, noticing the gesture. That mortification is quickly washed away when Jungkook bites his lip and Mingyu’s smile grows. 

All of a sudden, you’re acutely aware that it’s just you and two of the most handsome men you’ve ever been around. Face to face. There are plenty of people buzzing around you, but none of them are paying your trio any mind. Your heart races at this thought, glancing back out the window at the view into the backyard again.

“Everything okay, Y/n?” Jungkook’s voice is closer than you expect as he sidles up to your left, Mingyu moving to stand to your right.

“Yeah, of course, why do you ask?”

“You just seem nervous is all.”

“Nervous? I’m not nervous. I’m just…distracted. The, uh, the view of the city! It’s just so pretty. I’ve been admiring it all night.”

“Hmm. This is a really nice view,” Jungkook agrees.

“I know where you can see an even better view,” Mingyu adds, drawing both your and Jungkook’s attention to him.

“You do?”

“Yeah. We’re super close to Dongmin and we’ve been here a million times. He has a room upstairs that faces out to the backyard, but it’s a much better view than this. Wanna go check it out?”

You’d have to be an idiot not to guess where this was going and what else he intended with his words. He waits patiently, smiling at you and letting you think it over. A glance over your shoulder at Jungkook shows that he’s also waiting, eyes shifting to gaze outside while you think. Two hot guys basically tell you that they want to take you upstairs and hook up with you. It’s not the exact type of excitement you were looking for on Halloween, but it’s excitement nonetheless. 

“Sure, let’s go. I’ll text my friends.”

“Perfect.” They wait for you to send a quick text to the group chat, letting the girls know who you’re going upstairs with and you see someone sends back a winky face emoji before you slip your phone in the clutch on your wrist. 

Mingyu has you follow him out of the kitchen and through the crowd to the stairs with Jungkook behind you, his hand hovering over your lower back as he follows. When you reach the top of the stairs, Mingyu leads you to the left, down a hallway, and into a room at the end of the hall.

As soon as you step in, you see the wrap-around windows spanning the length of the wall in front of you. The curtains are all drawn and the expanse of the starry night is laid out so clearly. This room is in the corner of the house, but still faces the back, so you can see into the backyard and well across to the city skyline.

Yes, they clearly want in your pants, but at least Mingyu wasn’t lying about a much better view.

As if reading your mind the man in question chuckles, gesturing to the view. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah you were,” you wave at him, feeling flirty and brave enough to throw him a wink as you beeline straight for the window. The glass is clean enough that you can just make out your reflection. 

“Why are you so attached to looking outside?” Jungkook questions from your left. When you turn to find him, he’s lounging in a plush chair that sits near the foot of the luxurious bed.

“I can just appreciate a good view is all.”

“So can I,” Jungkook’s voice is so confident when he says it. He’s likely used that same line a million times before and it’s worked.

You refuse to admit it works on you too. 

“Smooth,” you still can’t help but roll your eyes. “This view is honestly just the most interesting thing I’ve looked at all night.” 

A big, firm, body presses into your back, your breath catching in surprise. You hadn’t even heard Mingyu approach.

“Oh yeah? That’s the most interesting thing you’ve seen all night?” His voice is low as he speaks against your ear, this close to making your knees weak.

“Mmhmm. Haven’t really been given much else to look at,” you hope neither of them can hear how your voice trembles as Mingyu runs his hands down your arms, pressing his body against you more. He has you so close to the glass you need to raise your hands to stop yourself from becoming flush against it. 

“Is that so?” Mingyu’s hands are soft as he brushes the edge of your lingerie, his fingertips grazing your bare thighs that the hem hangs above. His hands are colder than you thought they’d be, but the chill is welcome on your blazing skin.

“I guess I need something more interesting to look at.” Your eyes shift up in an attempt to meet his in the reflection of the glass but…all you see is yourself and nothing else? “Mingy-oh!,” your last word is clipped when Mingyu steps back and takes hold of your hips to pull you a little ways away from the window. Immediately after, he pushes you forward to bend at the waist. Your hands press against the glass again, this time to keep you from toppling forward onto your face.

“Be careful, baby.”

“Wh - sh-shit!” Your question dies on your lips when you feel Mingyu spread your plush thighs and presses his face against your exposed pussy, his tongue prodding at the fabric of your panties to push both into your wet hole.

“You can look at your reflection while I eat you out. I’m sure the face you make when you cum all over my tongue will be interesting enough.”

“Oh, or how about all those partygoers outside in the backyard? Isn’t it just so interesting how if anyone looked up and stared long enough, they’d see you bent over with your tits falling out?” Jungkook’s tone is so aggravatingly teasing, but he’s right. 

There are quite a few people stationed and talking around the yard. If someone truly wanted to, it would be pretty easy to see what’s going on in the room. The thought sends fear and another wave of arousal throughout you. 

“Mm, I think she likes that thought, JK. She got so much wetter.” 

“So dirty, little mouse.” 

“I - fuck!” It’s frustrating how Mingyu keeps touching you in all the right ways, his movements constantly scrambling your brain and derailing your train of thought.

His fingers push your panties to the side and his mouth immediately latches onto your clit, sucking a few times before his tongue eases into your entrance, the intrusion pushing out an unabashed moan from your chest.

Your fingers scramble to grip the glass, only to slide with a squeak as Mingyu laps at you as far as his tongue can reach. Your hips begin rolling against his face as he works at you, the need to cum dangling dangerously close. 

There have been plenty of other times you’ve let someone eat you out, but nothing can compare to the way this beautiful stranger plunges his tongue into your dripping hole, the obscene slurping sounds he makes are the only sound ringing in your ears other than your desperate whines.

“God, you look so good like this, little mouse. Your legs are trembling.” Jungkook’s voice cuts through the haze clouding your brain. “Can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“What are you w-waiting for, then?” You attempt to sound confident and sexy, but your words are more whiny than anything. Even so, you hear Jungkook chuckle before the sound of him getting out of the chair and making his way over you catches your attention. He’s taken his denim jacket off at some point and you practically drool at the sight of his fitting white t-shirt and tattoo-decorated arm on display. 

He raises one of his hands, trailing it over your back and down to your ass. Mingyu already pushed your nightie up enough to get access to you, but Jungkook bunches it up all the way, the delicate fabric resting above your ass to give him access. He brings his hand down once, landing a spank on one of your cheeks.

Electricity surges through your body at the sting and you jump. Your hips respond by pushing back, obviously begging both men for more.

From behind you, Mingyu grunts, and, as if answering your wordless request, you feel his finger ease into your entrance, replacing his tongue. He’s still cold and you let out a yelp at the temperature, but you easily melt into him as his digit plunges into your heat.

Jungkook is still standing next to you, chuckling at the way you writhe, even bending over a little more.

“Asking to be spanked again, baby?” He hums, cold hand caressing your ass. 

“Yes, please!” Your knees are so, so close to giving out as you can feel your orgasm creeping up closer and closer. Mingyu’s finger keeps working at you and he soon adds a second. Heart hammering against your chest, you rest your forehead against the cold glass, nearly ready to collapse at the pleasure.

“Alright, well now you gotta share, Gyu,” Jungkook’s voice reminds his friend before he grabs at you to stand you upright. 

Mingyu, still on the floor, makes a displeased sound, frowning up at his friend.

“Yeah, yeah. You can still eat her out, but I want her mouth. Is that alright with you, little mouse?”

“Hell yes, it is,” you breathe out, still trying to right yourself after Mingyu’s assault on your pussy.

Jungkook smiles at you, and it takes your breath away in another way. How the fuck were you so lucky to end up here like this with men who looked this good?

With his hand holding yours, he leads you to the bed, Mingyu trailing behind as his fingers graze any part of your skin he can reach. Once you reach the bed, both men work together in lifting your nightie over your head and slowly peeling away your bra and panties, leaving kisses over your newly exposed skin. 

The three of you are a flurry of hands as you tug on the hem of Jungkook’s shirt with one hand while reaching behind your back to find the button on Mingyu’s jeans. 

When you’re finally naked, (save for your mouse ears which both men beg you to leave on), Mingyu spins you around and leans down to pull you into a kiss. His lips are impossibly soft as you melt into him, his tongue poking out to brush against your bottom lip a few times. You open for him immediately, allowing the man to wrap his tongue around yours before sucking the muscle into his mouth. 

Tiny mewls slip out of you, getting swallowed by Mingyu as he kisses you hard enough to bruise you, letting you taste yourself on him. Jungkook’s hands skate over your hips, your stomach, and up to your breasts. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, tugging on the buds as his teeth graze your shoulders and neck. Mingyu continues to muffle every sound you make, and one hand, the one not currently cradling the back of your head, snakes down, down, down until he dips a finger between your thighs. He’s met with your wetness, already coating the tops of your inner thighs. 

Your eyelids flutter as both sets of hands hold you, your arousal building with every tweak and every poke.

A different kind of poke on your neck makes you yelp though, flinching your head back from Mingyu to try and get a look at Jungkook.

“Did you just fucking bite me?!”

The tattooed man chuckles and cocks his head at you, amused at your reaction.

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve asked if you’re into that?”

“I am, I was just surprised. Your teeth are sharp.” You don’t mind marking and being bitten, but it’s never been almost painful when past partners have done it. 

Although truth be told, you didn’t mind one bit that it hurt.

He pouts at you, apologizing but still asking if you’re sure you’re okay with it. You promise you are and that’s all Jungkook needs to spin you around and crash his lips into yours. The chill of his lip rings is as cold as his lips, but just like every other chilled part of both him and Mingyu, you don’t mind at all.

Jungkook’s kisses are messier than Mingyu’s, his tongue immediately diving into your mouth to lap at every part of you. He alternates between making out with you as if his life depended on it and nibbling at your bottom lip, his teeth catching on the swollen skin now and again. It’s Mingyu’s turn to lavish your shoulders and neck with attention as he too sucks and nips at your skin, his teeth pricking your hot skin as he goes.

He leaves you panting when he finally lets you up for air and you can practically feel your arousal dripping down your thighs from the dual sensations.

“Your lips are fucking amazing,” Jungkook grumbles, dark eyes fixing you with a look that has you swooning. “I wanna feel them on my dick now,” 

You nod eagerly, likely resembling a bobblehead, and he and Mingyu both laugh at your eagerness. They help you get comfortable on the bed, having you kneel across it on all fours. Jungkook takes his position in front of you, his cock hard and already leaking precum. Mingyu shuffles on the bed behind you, running his hands over your ass, and you instinctively arch for him.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he hums, swiping his finger through your wetness and you hear him suck it into his mouth behind you. “And you taste even better.”

“Hey, you need to share, remember? I wanna taste,” Jungkook pouts at Mingyu over your shoulder and you feel Mingyu’s hand between your thighs again, gathering more of you, and this time, he reaches forward and offers his finger to Jungkook. The man in front of you cranes his neck forward to suck his friend's finger into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks for a moment before letting go with a ‘pop.’ 

Jungkook flashes a sly smile, licking his lips as he looks down at you. “Gyu is right. You’re absolutely delectable, little mouse. I’ll have to taste it straight from the source some other time.” 

The gears in your brain work overtime, registering that he’s alluded to there being a next time for the three of you. 

Mingyu’s tongue is diving into your cunt again which derails any other train of thought. Your mouth hangs open, a moan tumbling out in response. Jungkook uses that opportunity to tap the head of his cock against your bottom lip.

“This okay, baby?” He asks. When you let out an affirmative noise, he eases it into your mouth and you eagerly wrap your lips around it.

Jungkook’s cock isn’t extraordinarily long, but it’s thick, the girth stretching out the corners of your mouth the more he pushes in. When you almost get all of him in, he takes a moment, giving you time. When he feels you relax your jaw and sees you look up at him through your lashes, he starts to move his hips, helping you bob your head over his dick. 

His fingers weave into your hair, making sure not to disturb your mouse ears, gripping the strands at the base as he slowly rolls his hips into your face. You close your eyes, both to concentrate on taking him and to relish in the frantic way that Mingyu laps at your folds. He grunts into you with each swipe of his tongue and you can feel each deep vibration that slips out. 

You can feel your earlier orgasm creeping up again with each flick of Mingyu’s tongue. When he reaches under you to run his finger over your clit, the heat in the pit of your stomach gets hotter, bubbling up and spreading through your veins.

Unable to help yourself, you push your hips back into his face chasing your high. Jungkook’s cock is heavy and your tongue, his pace quickening too. His fingers tug at your hair harder than when he started. Each time he surges forward, the tip of his dick just barely hits the back of your throat, but it’s still enough to have you choking.

Drool starts to pool in the corners of your mouth as you cry out around his length, finally toppling over the edge as you cum. Your words are garbled and you have to anchor yourself to not fall fast forward into Jungkook’s crotch.

“Shit, yes baby like that. Cum all over Gyu’s face and take my cock. So good,” Jungkook’s words sound far away. Your brain is foggy, but you still clench around Mingyu’s enthusiastic tongue as he cleans you up.

When Mingyu finally pulls back you’re still whimpering around Jungkook and he’s switched to shallow thrusts, his cock dragging almost lazily against your tongue.

“Fuck, little mouse. I think I might be addicted to your delicious little cunt now.” Mingyu punctuated his words with a light smack to your still throbbing pussy, making you jolt. 

“Her mouth is a fucking dream too. She looks so pretty with it full. We’re so lucky to have found you, baby.”

“So lucky,” Mingyu agrees. You attempt to nod, trying your best to agree with them because you also feel incredibly lucky tonight. You’d gone from lamenting about being a third wheel in the awkward, almost lonely ways, to being the third wheel in a threesome with two beautiful men. Lucky indeed.

“Gonna let us get even luckier, baby?” Jungkook’s finger settles under your chin, tilting your head up just a bit to look down at you. “Gonna let us fuck you?”

This time you pull away, letting his cock fall out and giving you a chance to rest your jaw.

“God yes. I need more,” your voice is a little scratchy but still needy.

“Good girl. Who do you want first?” Mingyu rasps in your ear, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Both of you.” 

“Oh? You hear that, Gyu? She wants us both.”

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn dirty, baby. Sure you can take us both?” Mingyu presses his length against your asscheeks, letting you feel just how big he is.

“I can do it. Just prep me real good?” Casting a look over your shoulder, you meet Mingyu’s eyes, batting your lashes at him, wearing your best pleading face.

His expression darkens, smirking at you as his eyes sweep over your back, fixing on your ass before meeting your eyes again. “I’ll take care of you, little mouse, don’t worry.”

Mingyu peppers your cheeks with kisses while his finger swipes through your wetness again. He slowly spreads your cheeks, and a glob of spit hits your puckered hole followed by the tip of his finger prodding you. 

You wince when he slips in, moving oh so slowly until he’s one knuckle deep. Jungkook’s hand still under your chin turns your head to face forward and redirects your attention back to him. 

“Lemme distract you,” he taps the tip of his dick against your lips and you open immediately, almost greedy to take him in again. It’s easy for him to set a pace; each push of his hips forward pushes you back against Mingyu’s finger. They easily find a rhythm and Jungkook tugs on your hair, moaning loudly above you. 

Listening to his melodic voice making these breathy exhales for you - because of you - serves to make you wet all over again and determined to make him cum. He’s still guiding your head, but you curve your tongue, letting it wrap under his cock, gliding along a thick vein on the underside. 

“Fuck, Y/n. Keep doing that,”

So you do, hollowing your cheeks for good measure to make the inside of your mouth feel tighter around him. You’re moaning around his length as Mingyu slips a second finger into you, scissoring his fingers as he gets both digits in you.

“Look at you, little mouse. Taking my fingers and Jungkookie’s cock so well. I just know you’ll take both of us so good when we fill you up,” Mingyu’s words make you clench around nothing, but he feels the way your body tenses up and he chuckles at you. He lands a sharp smack on your ass, pushing a muffled shriek out of you. 

You get lost in the slide of Jungkook’s dick down your throat and the stretch of Mingyu’s fingers in you. It isn’t very long until you’re fucking back against his fingers. Jungkook’s grunts are getting more high-pitched and frantic, curses falling from his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck. I’m - fuck!” Jungkook pulls his cock from your mouth, leaning back and gliding his hand over his length at light speed. 

When he cums he makes sure he’s angled towards him, so the sticky liquid spurts onto his chest and hand. You watch in awe as he tugs at himself a few times. His eyes are closed as he swipes his fingers through the mess on his skin and rubs it over his still-hard dick, sighing as squelching echoes in your ears.

“You doing okay, little mouse?” Mingyu’s voice cuts through to you and you finally manage to nod.

“Good. Come’re,” Mingyu’s fingers slip out of you and his hands wrap around your ankles and slide you down the bed, flipping you onto your back in one swift motion. “Legs and arms, wrap them around me.” He helps you loop your arms around his neck and you do your best to lock your legs around his waist. 

You expect to stay splayed out on your back, but he has other ideas as he picks you up with ease, as if you weigh absolutely nothing and you’ll be damned if it isn’t one of the hottest things that’s happened tonight.

Mingyu’s mouth is on yours again as his hands grip your ass, keeping you up and close to his body. He moves you both across the room, his back leaning against one of the large windows. One of your hands grips his shoulder while the other cards through his dark locks.

A second set of hands ghosts over your shoulders and back followed by Jungkook’s lips, his teeth grazing your skin between kisses. 

“Gonna let us fuck you at the same time, little mouse?” Jungkook speaks next to your ear, biting your lobe.

“I would if you’d hurry up,” you mumble, now laying your head back on Jungkook’s shoulder as Mingyu licks up the column of your throat, biting your collarbone hard enough to make you yelp. 

“So impatient, baby,” he murmurs against your skin. “But I guess we should give her what she wants, JK.”

“Guess so, Gyu,” 

Mingyu leaves a final kiss on the mark he’s left on your collarbone and adjusts you in his hold. He lifts you a little, quite effortlessly at that, and begins sliding you down in his length. Mingyu’s cock is long - long and thick enough that you feel full before he’s even halfway in, but you take it, gnawing at your lip as he enters you inch by inch.

Once he’s completely sheathed inside of you, you two lock eyes, the dark glint unmistakable. He gives a few shallow thrusts, already making you pant in his grasp.

“My turn, baby,” Jungkook says, reminding you that you’re only halfway done.

You crane your neck to the side to look down, and you watch Jungkook stroke himself a few times, using his cum to get himself as slick as possible for you, spitting into his hand for extra help. Mingyu tips you forward, your head resting on his shoulder as he spreads your cheeks for Jungkook. 

You ignore the fact that when you look at your reflection in the window, yours is the only one you see, clinging naked around seemingly nothing.

The nudge of Jungkook’s thick cockhead against your rim makes you gasp. He slides in much slower than Mingyu, letting your walls accommodate him at a much gentler pace. When he finally bottoms out, your head is spinning at the sensation of being packed to the absolute brim. Neither men say anything as you get used to them, using the opportunity to litter any skin they can reach with their mouths with bites, sucking more marks into you. 

When you’re finally ready, you wriggle in Mingyu’s hold, attempting to pivot your hip to get them to move.

“Mm, you ready, baby?” Mingyu whispers, running his tongue along your jaw.

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” 

“Since you asked so nicely…” Jungkook laughs, his hands now holding onto your ass while Mingyu wraps his arms around your waist.

Both men take a millisecond to adjust and that’s truly all they need before they both thrust into you, drawing a long, gasp of breath out of you. Mingyu snaps his hips forward, using the window behind him as momentum to fuck into you. It pushes you back down into Jungkook who’s glued to your back. 

They fuck you roughly, see-sawing you back and forth on their cocks, their grips on your flesh never loosening. You cry out each time, babbling out what sounds to you like their names surrounded by nonsense.

Mingyu’s gaze stays locked on your face, occasionally trailing over the rest of you, practically growling with each powerful thrust. 

“Look at you. Taking two cocks so well. You’re so good for us, little mouse.” Each word is punctuated with even more power behind his movements, drawing a whimper out of you each time.

“So good. Letting me into this tight little ass. Fuck you’re squeezing me so much, baby.” Jungkook’s comments are also followed by thrusts that take your breath away, his balls slapping against the back of your thighs each time.

You feel a million miles away from your body as these beautiful men with their big dicks stuff you full. You can feel every vein and every ridge battering and rubbing against your spongy walls and you clench with each thrust in, your second orgasm rushing to the forefront.

At some point, you think you black out, but that could just be the pleasure. The only thing you see is Mingyu smiling salaciously at you, sharp teeth on display, and half-lidded eyes drinking you in. The only thing you hear is Jungkook growling in your ear, praising how good you are for them and how fucking amazing you are. 

The only thing you feel - well you feel everything. The way they stretch you out, the way their fingers and blunt nails press bruises and half-moon marks into your skin. You feel the scrape of their teeth when they bite at you and it’d be a lie to say you didn’t want them to bite you a little harder.

“Look at our little mouse, JK. She’s so pretty and so fucked out.” Mingyu moves a hand up to grip your chin and tilts your head back to rest on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Shit, look at you, baby. So cockdrunk for us. You gonna cum?” You think you say words, but maybe it’s more of affirmative sounding noises.

Somehow, someone’s hand - you’re not sure who - reaches between your legs to rub your clit. You’re so fucking full and so fucking wet that it only takes a few rubs at your bundle of nerves to have you cumming with a scream that sounds much too loud to your ears.

Every inch of you is red hot and in flames as your throat dries up and your eyelids sag and that’s when you feel it: the sharp, piercing feeling of being bitten. Hard. One on your shoulder from behind and one on the opposite side of your neck. Your eyes fly open and all you see is Mingyu's dark head of hair. Somewhere in the room, along with the wet, slapping, sounds of them drilling into you, you hear slurping. The slurping of your blood in the mouths of these men that you now know for sure are not just men.

They’re drinking your fucking blood.

And that realization alone has you falling apart again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream, body twitching in their holds.

“Fuck - fuck! Gonna stuff you so fucking full, baby!” Mingyu removes his mouth from your neck, shooting his load into you first, the sensation making you groan out, albeit weakly. 

Jungkook tumbles over the edge right after him, his sticky seed coating your insides, dripping out, and sliding down your cheeks.

You’re still reeling from what is likely the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced, body sagging, feeling completely boneless.

“Did you cum again after we drank from you?” Jungkook mumbles as they slide out of you, still keeping you in their arms.

“Mmhmm,” is all you can manage, eyelids fluttering, fighting to stay open.

“Fuck. You really are perfect, baby. We gotta keep her, Gyu.” 

Mingyu chuckles, finally setting you on the bed, and letting you flop onto the comforter. 

“Yeah, I think we might have to. Would you like that, little mouse? Wanna be ours?” 

“Mmhmm…” You think you have something else to say, but instead, you finally lose the battle to exhaustion, your eyes sliding closed and sleep taking hold of you.

“Y/n? Hey, Y/n?” 

The sound of your name jerks you awake, and your eyes shoot open to take in your surroundings. 

Sana’s face is peering down at you when you finally focus, concern etched into her features.

“Huh?”

“You’re up! We were getting a little worried, you’ve been sleeping for a while. Feeling okay?”

You sit up slowly, your head feeling groggy as you take in your surroundings. You’re on your couch in your apartment. You can see Jihyo in the kitchen staring at you looking concerned too. In the distance a toilet flushes and you assume it’s Jeongyeon.

“I’m fine,” you finally say. “Why are we at my apartment?”

“Well, your boyfriends texted us that we should take you home because you were so exhausted you passed out. They carried you out to the car and everything. Very gentlemanly.”

“By the looks of those marks, I think they treated you the opposite of gentlemanly in the bedroom?” Jeongyeon eyes your neck as she enters the room wiggling her eyebrows.

When you glance down, you see what she means. Your chest and what you see of your shoulders are covered in bruises. When you touch your neck you feel two small punctures in the skin and you flush from head to toe. You had almost wondered if you dreamt about the whole encounter with Mingyu and Jungkook, but you hadn’t.

“Oh, yeah. They definitely weren’t gentle,” you can’t but help giggle at the memory of the night you’ve had. The ache between your legs and your cheeks is also a stark reminder.

Your friends don’t say anything about where either Mingyu or Jungkook went when they left you in their care, but they wouldn’t just disappear, right? They said they wanted to keep you which means something, you’d like to think.

Lucky for you, it’s not something you have to ponder for long. As you’re settling into bed for the night, your phone vibrates with a text from an unknown number. 

When you go to your messages you see a group chat with you and two other people. Opening it rewards you with an image - two familiar-looking mouths smiling widely. You can only see from their noses down to their chins, but both grins show off very pointy canines, one mouth decorated with two lip rings. 

You’re trying to rack your brain as to what to respond with - it’s not like you could have anticipated that being bitten by actual fucking vampires would be so damn hot.

A text from the other number comes in a minute after the picture.

Good night, little mouse. Let us know when and where we can see you again. 😉

You start to type, then erase the message three times, unsure of how desperate you want to sound. 

Then you decide, fuck it. It’s obvious they want you just as much as you want them, so who cares if you sound desperate? 

So, you keep it short and sweet.

Whenever and wherever you want. Duh.

Net tags: @kflixnet @kbookshelf

I’ve wanted to write a Mingyu/Jungkook threesome since they did that live together that one time. And then the 3D challenge happened and my brain said NOWNOWNOW so here we are!

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

WORK CRUSH

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you work at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and George realizes he fancies you Warnings: mention of kissing? Note: bit long

you had been working at the twin's shop for a few month now, ever since you got fired from your last job at a café.

you had gone into the shop and started talking to the Fred, seen as though you knew each other from school, but you were in the year below them.

you were an accidental victim to one of their pranks that was meant for Flitwick. they saw very apologetic and made sure you were alright and made it their mission to make it up to you, which they did.

so when you were talking, the subjects of jobs were unavoidable

-

"this shop is amazing, you should be very proud of yourself" you laughed

"thank you, I am, It's the best job. what did you get up to?" he asked politely

"I got a small job at a café in Hogsmeade" you smiled awkwardly

"how's that going?"

you shook your head, pursing your lips "to be honest, not good, I got fired a week ago" you looked down sheepishly

"really?" he gasped lightly, you looked up at him and saw his big smile, his eyebrows raised.

"yeah." you nodded your head, your eyes closed

"you know, George and I were thinking lately that there isn't enough of us working here, it's sort of.. understaffed, i mean it's only the two of us, and most days we don't get lunch breaks" he explained, his smile widening

"if you want, I would -and I'm sure George too- would love to have you work here with us" he informed

"really? you would hire me?" you raised your eyebrows

"yeah" he nodded enthusiastically "you know what, you meet me and George tomorrow at three broomsticks and we'll talk more about it"

"yeah, of course, thank you!" you replied quickly.

the next day you went to meet with them and it went great, George seemed happy to hire you as much as Fred did and at the end they said you'd start Monday, and you did

-

George watched you as your worked, he was helping a kid figure out what he wanted as you stood at the cash register, taking money and giving change and smiling at the little kids faces when they laughed at their products

he found himself staring at you a lot, you were a distraction from his job, but he wouldn't rather anyone else work there.

"mister? will these turn me into a death eater?" the little kid by his side asked him, making him look away from you and down to the boy.

he looked down at what he was holding, seeing the edible dark marks

"no buddy, it won't make you into a death eater" he answered amused by his soft voice

the boy smiled and seemed to relax "well I want this then"

"ok well go down to the counter and the pretty lady at the front will check that out for you, ok?" George told the boy.

the boy nodded and went off, running to the counter to join the long line.

"pretty lady at the front, ay?" he heard Fred say from behind him

George turned to his brother and rolled his eyes at his smirk.

"what? can't I call my friend pretty?" he questioned

"oh but is she really just a friend to you George?" Fred smirked

"yes" George responded quickly

Fred glared at him knowingly the grin on his face growing

"shove off Fred" George grumbled, walking off to go help other customers.

Fred snickered to himself before going to help a kid get something off a shelf.

-

-

George often found himself watching you as you worked, he told himself it was to make sure you weren't making mistakes or if you needed help.

Fred, Of course knew it was more than that, he knew his twin brother fancied you.

but Fred also knows that George is helpless when it came to realising and acting upon his feelings, you weren't the only girl he's seemed to like.

but you were definitely the girl he's liked the most, how does Fred know this?

first of all, it's a twin thing

but it's the way he looks at you, it's the way he asks you for help even when you've finished for the day, the way he laughs when he's with you when nothing is funny.

it's the way George's face turns red when he's around you and the way he fiddles with things when you're there.

and Fred saw the way you looked at George too, you would steal glances at him when he's not looking and smile up at him when he's distracted.

Fred saw the way you fixed yourself when you saw George coming, you would straighten your posture and pat down your clothes.

so Fred wanted to help, he wanted George to notice and acknowledge his feelings for you.

so when closing up the shop that night, George was at the counter, counting the money and splitting it while you talked to him, your elbow on the desk, using it to hold up your chin as you leaned

Fred was out the back- the workshop, they called it. figuring out what they needed to brew up.

"alright, here you go" he heard George sigh

"thanks, see you in the morning," you said "bye Fred!" you called out

Fred popped out to say bye to you and you left, George locked the door and Fred looked over at the love potions, an idea popping into his head.

"hey can you finish up back, I gotta head up and order some things" Fred asked George, making him turn to him and nod

Fred headed for the stairs and waited until George went into the workshop, the door staying open.

Fred smirked and snuck over to the love potions, opening a few bottles before running upstairs to order ingredients

George was finished up in the back when he felt a particular scent hit his nose, making it tingle

it was the smell he loved and craved, it smelt exactly like you.

he turned around as the scent of your perfume filled the room.

he knew you left, but you might've snuck in because you forgot something

he called out your name, heading to the door to head back in the shop, the smell getting stronger

"Y/n?" he called out again, looking around the shop

he didn't see you anywhere, and the door was still locked. leaving him puzzled. he looked around again and brushed it off, thinking he imagined it.

he turned off the lights and head for the stairs, passing the glowing pink flower display that held the love potions, the smell of your perfume almost burning his nose.

he looked down at the bottles and noticed some of them were open.

George picked them up and smelt it, smelling you. he closed it and read the back

smell what attracts you! he read in the pretty pink font.

it clicked it his head, it hit him hard. he fancied you? he began to feel dizzy as the smell intoxicated him.

he closed the rest of the bottles that were open and the small seemed to fade away, letting George breath

he stood there for a while, deep in thought,

deep in thought about you

he blinked and decided to get sleep. he laid down and as soon as his head hit his pillow he was drowned in a deep sleep, dreaming about you, with him

-

the next morning he got ready for work, yearning for your arrival

and Fred could sense it, he smiled as he saw George's grin stay on his face all morning.

"what are you smiling at?" he questioned his twin, making George's grin falter, not realising his upturned lips.

"nothing" he shook his head

"really?" he smirked, giving George a knowing look

"just in a good mood" George shrugged

"Y/n just arrived" Fred lied, seeing the way George immediately turned to the front door, a look of anticipation in his eyes

"shove off Fred" George grumbled before going to the back to brew up some products

everything was ready for opening so he decided to go up to the flat to make himself tea.

George heard the door open and he left the potion, casting a spell to make it pour in the vials itself

he walked out to the front to see you with your bag

"good morning George" you smiled.

a lump formed in his throat and he failed to speak

his faced turned red and went hot as he felt his hands get clammy

you noticed his flushed state and went closer to him

"George? are you ok?" you asked

he swallowed the lump and nodded his head

"yeah sorry, Good morning" he replied

you smiled and went to the back to hang up your bag. you came out and went to him

"what do you want me to do?" you questioned, looking around the shop

"you can help help me stock up the love potions" Fred spoke as he walked down the stairs.

you smiled and looked up at George who grinned crookedly

you walked to the back, Fred right behind you. he shut the door behind you and you looked for the boxes of love potions

"so, do you like working here?" he interrogated curiously

you turned to him and beamed

"yeah, It's great" you answered happily

"what do you think of George?" he smirked

"He's fine?" you frowned, puzzled by his words

Fred grabbed a bottle and accidentally dropped it, making the fumes fill the room.

while Fred didn't smell anything, you on the other hand got overwhelmed by the scent of George's cologne

"bloody hell" he sighed "you go stock up, I'll clean this up"

your gaze stayed on the liquid, the pink heart bubbles flowing up to reach your nose. the scent making you feel dizzy.

"Y/n? you alright?" Fred asked, knowing exactly what's going on.

you averted your eyes from the spill to Fred.

"yeah, sorry, just frightened me" you responded quickly. the smell still chasing your nose. you picked up the box and headed to the front to stock them on the display.

-

George stared as you talked to a few male customers, ones that seem to be around your age.

it annoyed George and distracted him from his job. And Fred, who was walking past leaned into George

"You should tell her" he whispered before walking away, not letting George get the Chance to protest against the idea

George sighed as he looked back at you smiling at the boys.one of them getting a little too close for George's liking.

He clenched his jaw before turning away to get back to work

he heard your laugh from across the shop and fought the urge to interfere.

you were allowed to talk to other guys, you didn't belong to George, you weren't even his girlfriend.

you were his employee.

so he had no right to feel the jealousy bubbling in his stomach or the pain in his heart when he heard your little squeal.

he went to the other side of the shop, to the back to occupy himself until the boys would leave

-

George has been trying his best to flirt with you the rest of the week, he would go up to you and make you laugh with stories from school.

he would go out of his way to make sure he was by your side and help you when you seemed to struggle

he knew he wasn't the best at talking to women he likes but the way you smiled and laughed at him made him believe he had a chance.

it was a quiet day in the shop, the weather was cold and wet, the rain from the night before dripping from the pipes.

so George didn't have to worry about having to help anyone, by the time you started working there, most people already knew where everything was, except when things moved or they had never been there before.

so George stayed with you the whole day, making you laugh between scanning the products.

"then me and Fred decided that we just wanted to make the dream real, people thought it was a bit childish but we knew that this was what we wanted to do" George jabbered

"well I'm very proud of you two, not many people have the guts to chase their dreams, I admire your ambitions"

that made George happy, you were proud of him, you admired him.

in that moment George thought you might've liked him the same why he did you.

"thank you" he replied softly, his smile widening as he looked down at you

-

it was nearing closing time and it began pouring with rain, the thunder and lightning soon after.

the shop got even quieter as parents ushered their kids to hurry up and buy their products so they can get home.

you were at the register scanning the last few products, while George watched from behind you

when Fred came out from the workshop

"George I need help" he yelled out to him

George groaned quietly before going to his brother.

Fred pulled George in, shutting the door behind them

"are you gonna tell her?" he asked his younger twin

"tell who what?" George scratched the back of his neck

"don't play that game" Fred crossed his arms

"I don't know what your talking about" George shrugged

"really? so I can go out there and ask her out on a date?" Fred huffed with a coy smile

George swallowed deeply, his hand subconsciously balling up to make a fist

"go ahead then" George blinked, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried not to curse his brother out

"fine" Fred rolled his eyes, walking to the door slowly, waiting for George to stop him, but he didn't

Fred walked through the door and shut it behind him, waiting a second before opening it again, seeing George by the cauldron, probably wanting to start brewing something

Fred shut the door and marched up to him, looking at him like he has two heads

"what was that?" Fred spat

"what did she say?" George questioned quietly

"I didn't ask her you idiot," Fred answered "why didn't you try to stop me?"

"why would her? if you like her then ask her" George spoke softly

"I don't like her" Fred sighed in disappointment

George turned to his twin with a deadpan expression "then what was the point of this, Fred?"

"for you to stop me? I know you fancy her so why didn't you try to stop me?" Fred slapped his arm

"what do you want from me?" George took a deep breath, looking at the ground

"to tell her, I know she fancies you too so what's stopping you?" Fred lied.

"how would you know that?"

Fred didn't know, he assumed

"she told me. we were talking yesterday and she told me" the older twin blinked

George believed him, and he was excited, Fred could see the redness rising on his brothers cheeks and smiled, leaving to room, going to the flat leaving it to you and George to close the shop

George stood there, thinking when he heard the rain and thunder from outside starting again, he came out and looked out the window. no one was in the shop other than you and him.

you were cleaning up the counter, getting ready to leave

the first lightning strike of the night had flashed and didn't stop

he went up to you and cleared his throat

he stood behind you, waiting for you to turn around.

you did, and you were met with his frame towering over your own, making you jump, not knowing he was right there.

"merlin, George, don't do that" you squealed

you made your way past him to the back to get your bag, but he stopped you

"you're really pretty" he informed you. you looked up at him with a smile, feeing the heat rise to your cheeks as he complimented you

"thank you, George" you beamed

you continued to go to the back, you took your bag off the hook on the wall and turned around to him cornering you.

he leaned his hand against the wall and stopped you from moving

his gaze moved down to your lips and stayed there, you stared at him while he slightly licked his lips.

he took your time to examine his face, it was more defined than Fred's. he also had more freckles and his eyes were softer, holding more emotion.

you counted the dots on his face that decorated his face, going through his cheeks and across his nose.

he was gorgeous, and the close proximity he forced you into made you feel weak

he continued staring at you. his gaze was gentle and held a sense of longing.

"hello" you broke the silence awkwardly, it made him chuckle

it was a deep and cocky chuckle. it was sexy

he reached up and stroked your hair, looking at you with pure love and care.

"you're so pretty" he whispered

that was the second time he said that in the span of almost 4 minutes.

"George" you muttered when he inclined closer to you

"yes?" he murmured, you gulped down a lump in your throat and looked down at his lips for a second before looking away from him all together

he took a step closer to you, and you could feel body heat radiating against yours

when he realised you had nothing to say he spoke up himself

"you should stay the night, wouldn't want you walking home in this weather" he mumbled

his head bent down to rest of yours, the warmth of his breath blowing onto your lips

"we have a guest room" he breathed, he seemed to be panting

he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips on yours, you could barely call it a kiss.

his he sunk his teeth gently into your bottom lip before letting go.

he groaned almost inaudible

you felt heat rise between your legs as he grabbed your hips

"ok" you replied, almost silently, afraid that if you speak to loud he'll disappear and this would all be a dream

he smiled before smashing his lips on yours, as if he was hungry for you.

he held your hand and held it against the wall.

he hummed against your lips before letting go, taking your hand off the wall and dragging you upstairs.

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[ericityyy]

Good afternoon, I just recently came across your blog and I really liked the way you write.

Can I request a story about how Sheldon found a new friend fem reader.

The two of them have a lot of common interests:she also loves comics, video games, science fiction, and so on, just like him.

Thank you in advance for the answer and also apologize in advance for mistakes English is not my native language.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 (𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤)

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 692

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

“I’m telling you, Shelly, there will come a time when all versions of Spiderman will meet.” Y/N argued with the boy, “And if that happens, you’ll owe me 10—scratch that, 50 bucks.” The girl crossed her arms smugly.

Sheldon, who always loves being right, stretched out his hand with a nod of his head and said, “Alright, I’ll bet on that. But only if it was made into a movie. If not, then you’ll owe me 50 bucks and be my servant for the whole week.” Y/N shook his hand with one movement as they both looked arrogant and smug. People would believe that they’re the actual twins because of how similar their personalities and expressions were.

“Dinner’s ready!" Mary called out from the dining room of Cooper's residence. Both Sheldon and Y/N stood up and walked toward the living room, each carrying a pair of mittens for the both of them. “Oh, Y/N, will you be staying for dinner?”

Y/N nodded her head politely, her hands on her back. “Only if I am not intruding, Mrs. Cooper. Your cooking always tastes divine.”

“Of course, hun. You could always eat here.” Mary laughed as she watched the two kids sit down on their respective seats, Y/N being in between Georgie and Sheldon’s seats.

After a while, all the Coopers are now present at the table. “Let’s say grace.” Mary put her hands on the table as did everyone else, except Sheldon and Y/N, who were in the process of putting on mittens and being watched by the family.

“I hope you do not mind me wearing my mittens; I just have a hard time making skin-to-skin contact, not knowing whether you washed your hands or not," Y/N said as she placed her hands on top of Sheldon and Georgie’s. George Sr. smiled stiffly at the girl as he gripped in his hands his wife’s hand and Sheldon’s.

“We don’t mind, dear, not at all.” George Sr. then made eye contact with Mary as the woman just mouthed to him, ‘Let them be.’

“Thank you, God, for the food we are about to receive and for the nourishment of our bodies, and bless the hands that prepared it. Amen.” All of them then released hands and then dived into eating the food prepared by the matron of the house.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, Sheldon?”

“To continue our conversation earlier, who do you think would win between Captain America and Iron Man?” Sheldon took a spoonful of his food as the rest watched their conversation.

Y/N seemed to be thinking of an answer: "Well, Cap has strategy and can be cool-headed at times, making him able to think of what to do next; his leadership skills are also there. Iron Man, on the other hand, is a genius, no doubt; he made all his suits himself, and he could totally make any weapon with any material given to him, so I vote for Iron Man.

“What?!” Sheldon dropped his utensils hard on his plate, which made the whole table quiet. “You’re letting your biased thoughts infiltrate what is the truth.”

“It may be so, but you asked who I think will win, and I gave you my answer," Y/N calmly stated while eating a spoonful.

“No! You’re wrong; if you take out Iron Man’s suit, what is he?”

"He is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and he is Tony Stark. Like I said, he can make any weapon, whatever material you give him. I’m not saying that Cap is weak or something, but everything special about him came out of a bottle; without that, he would be this twig honorable soldier with good morals.”

“But…”

“You told me if I took out Iron Man’s suit, now that I have listed out the possibility of Cap not having his serum, what then?”

And for once in his life, Sheldon kept quiet. He was flabbergasted that it left his family speechless, until Missy spoke, “Oh man, now there’s two of them.” She leaned her hand on her face before smiling at Y/N, “But you’re tolerable.”

“Hey!”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

thank you so much for requesting this! i am so sorry for posting this late but i hope you like this!!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@bellaisswagger // @somesimpformen

[mysticficti0n]

hi bb, could you do a sad/fluff between 2023tom and his old school crush please but make it happy at the end? (but he's not with Heidi, just him and Bill are doing something like met gala or red carpet)

I know I haven't really given a great explication but you can write fucking amazingly so I don't think you'll struggle

love ya

okay this is such a cute idea! literally in love so ofc I'll do it!

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

Meant to meet again...

warnings- none

words- 1.2k

(also I am so so so so sorry Gustav and Georg aren't in this I couldn't think how to incorporate them but they're mentioned!)

Y/n stood on the carpet watching actors, actresses, models, musicians be snapped thousands of times, she'd interviewed over 20 people by this point but just kept getting the same old boring replies "oh were so lucky to be here" and the fake laughs, it's what you get being a interviewer- fakes

the sea of photographers seemed to switch direction, facing down to the entrance, Y/n walked forward from her place peering down the carpet and two tall, shaggy haired men stood there but she couldn't figure out who it was "BILL BILL! THIS WAY- TOM TURN THIS WAY TOM" it clicked- Bill and Tom Kaulitz. she'd forgotten about the twins from when they left school, she knew the twins so well back then, best friends really, sharing lessons together and always laughing and skipping lessons they didn't like, hiding in cupboards when teachers called their names down the halls

Y/n straightened her dress while seeing the twins climb the stairs and she couldn't help but get a giddy feeling as they walked towards her, they both looked so different to how she remembered- Bill had black spiky hair and Tom had dreads that he'd constantly mess with when he was bored in class "Hi!" Bill started coming into shot of the camera so that her team could start filming

"hey! How are you two?" she asked grabbing the pair microphones

"good good, you?" Tom had a look across his face the girl couldn't really understand but she smiled to him none the less

"very well- enjoying the night and speaking to everyone! so if you wouldn't mind I'll introduce you and ask only a few questions then let you go because I don't doubt theirs about 100 more people who'll want you after me!" she laughed to the two now men, not boys she used to know

"I've herd that a few times" Tom joked getting a shove from his brother "what! it was funny"

"okay ready to start?" she asked turning back to the two who nodded "okay- roll... Good evening everyone, I'm Y/n Y/l/n from CBQ News and tonight I'm here with Bill and Tom Kaulitz, how are you-"

"Oh my god! I knew it was you!" Tom had wide eyes and mouth agape looking to the girl, he knew he recognised her, her eyes, her nose, her smile, her everything he knew he knew it from somewhere

"holy sh- Y/n!" Bill covered his mouth as the girl laughed nodding "you look beautiful oh- I'm sorry were ruining the interview but we haven't seen you in like nearly 20 years!" he spoke to the camera then looking back to the girl

"I know you left school when I think- yeah I was 15 and you two had just turned 16" they nodded still staring at her, Tom couldn't help but remember what he thought of her all those years ago- Y/n was his school crush from when they were 7 to 17 years old, yes 17- though he never saw her when they left he still thought about her all the time and looked back on the picture the two took the day they we're leaving, she was smiling with her arms around his neck, hugging him. Sometimes he missed school- not the bullying or the stares but the times in class were they'd just burst out laughing until they felt sick "so- back onto the interview" she laughed "who're you two wearing tonight?"

the boys gave their answers, making remarks and laughing as they all watched someone fall up the stairs but Tom still couldn't get over Y/n, she looked even more gorgeous, her hair perfectly fitted to her face, her dress looked so good on her though it had been so long- his feeling were trickling back in "can I say, you look great Y/n- not even great, amazing tonight" a blush painted her face and Bill looked toward his brother, the memories came back of the nights him and Tom would be sat talking about if he was going to finally ask out Y/n but every year he made an excuse, he was planning on asking her to prom but they left before it happened and she ended up going alone, thats what Tom's friends said anways-but god does he wish he just took the plunge

"aw thank you! you two the first to actually say something about me tonight" a smile came across her face

"we'll they're arseholes, you're one of the best dressed here!" Bill laughed

"god you two stop its giving me an ego!, anyways thank you so much for this- its great seeing you again after so long" she and Bill met in a hug, he'd missed these, giving her a kiss on her cheek before Tom pulled her away into his arms, her hands went around his neck, his head resting on her shoulder and hers lay in his chest- just like the photo "thank you- its been amazing seeing you" she spoke to Tom quiet enough for the mic's not to pick it up, pulling away from the hug they still kept their arms on each other. Bill knew that Tom was probably going to be talking about this hug for the next week but he didn't mind- he knew what It meant to him

"I've missed you Y/n..." she nodded trying to hold the tears back, she didn't realise how nice it felt to be with them again and just being in their arms- especially Toms- would make her so emotional

"me too..." she breathed

"god you're going to make me cry- stop Y/n" Bill chuckled blinking up trying to discard the tears, Tom still stood with the girl unable to pull from her

"okay- hm, well you two- I hope you have an amazing night and maybe I'll see you in another 20 years?" the three laughed, but Tom wasn't about to wait another 20 years to see her again, he couldn't

"hope so!"

"aaannnd cut-" the camera man called and the three breathed, she took the mics back and thanked the pair again, when other interviewers realised that they'd finished Bill and Tom's name bounced around again

"have a good night guys, I wont hold you up anymore" she sadly grinned rubbing Bills shoulder feeling a weird pain in her chest- like she was saying good bye again

"ugh I'd much rather stay with you but, we both know what these things are like" Bill gave her one last hug, squeezing her tightly and saying thanks once more before he was dragged by someone she didn't even see but he was gone and only her and Tom stood there

"guess I need to say bye to you too hm?" the two shared a laugh

"yeah.. yeah" Tom couldn't let his nervousness get the best of him this time, he knew if he didn't say anything he'd regret if for how many more years went by before he saw her again "I- I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna grab drinks one of the nights? or even tonight if you can do you want to sit with us- Gustav and Georg will be at the after party thing- it's fine if not of course I'm guessing you've already got a table with some people and-" the guitarist rambled on making the girl infront of him giggle

"I'd love to go get drinks with you Tom- and also sit with you all tonight" he felt like he had gone back to being 16 for a second as the words left her mouth "so I'll meet you by the doors at say, 9?"

"Yeah 9 works, okay!- I better go so" he hugged her again pressing a kiss to the top of her head "bye!" she waved to the man who was smiling so widely it hurt

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Jealousy, jealousy

Jealous Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader (ft. Cady Heron x Aaron Samuels & Damian)

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI. Oral, fingering, toy use, light bondage + choking, overstimulation, edging(reader receiving). Little bit of a public make-out scene, coarse language.

In which reader, who’s too nice for her own good and gets unknowingly hit on. Janis sees it all go down and gets jealous.

Requested? Yes / No

Well, this one’s a mess and I don’t like it. But, here it is! :D

Janis, Janis, Janis…everyone knew to be afraid of her. Because, one wrong move and she’d break your neck. So who would’ve thought that after the junior year summer break, she would be the one who confessed to you. Janis ‘Imi’ike, the petite yet very intimidating artist whom you found to be extremely attractive, was the one to make the first move. Though it did save you from being embarrassed and too nervous to talk.

Now, it was coming up to the sixth month of your relationship with Janis. You’ve also become an irreplaceable addition to their duo, making you all a trio. Cady and Aaron sat with the three of you sometimes, but Regina was, as always- with Gretchen and Karen. Damian and Janis always told you that you were too nice for your own good, perhaps even a people-pleaser who was afraid to tell others ‘no’. Cady said they were harsh, but to you, they weren’t wrong. You just didn’t admit it. You couldn’t, actually- you were oblivious to the intentions of other people some times and it drives them insane that you’d let them walk all over you. Even Regina’s stepped in to help get you out of situations a couple times. (Janis noticed and started to dislike her a little less for having your back)

So when the new guy first laid his eyes on you, and came up to you to flirt, you had no clue and thought he was just being nice. And you being you, thought that he was just trying to get to know some people to make new friends at a new school. You started to think that it wasn’t so innocent when you saw him around more and more- he was in a couple of your classes and would always try to get a desk next to yours. You’d catch him looking at you in class. And before you knew it, it was the end of the week, you were at your locker unpacking your backpack when he came up to you and asked you out. And jesus, fricking christ- Janis has always had impeccable timing. And not just her- your girlfriend showed up at your side right as new-guy was finishing his question. Oh, boy…the friend group knew that they were in for a show.

“Hey, buddy.” Janis began, leaning onto a locker at first. But, she’s then quickly wedged between you and him. Here’s the thing though- the group knew that Janis was bound to do this the moment she revealed to them that she didn’t like new-guy flirting with you. But she wasn’t mad. Because she knew you were being nice, and nothing else has happened besides talking. And additionally, she was kinda hoping you’d stand up for yourself and say no instead of going along with him. Even just in conversation. No, this was pure jealousy that you had even split your attention onto someone who in her words, was insignificant.

“Oh, hi. I was just-” Poor guy seemed to have no clue either.

“Wipe that smile off your face.” Janis began. “I know what you’re up to, talking to her. She’s not interested.”

“She hasn’t said anything.”

“Because she’s a nice girl who doesn’t like to upset people. I’m not a nice girl. I know you’re new- you just got here at the beginning of the week. And already, you’ve been flirting with girl after girl.” Janis continues. The group backed away a foot or two. “Well, I’ve got news for you- the whole school knows not to mess with my girl. Even Regina George over there- the school’s most popular girl. No one tries to call her names, no one tries to make fun of her, no one tries to catcall her, and no one tries flirt with her. My girl’s out of reach- I’ve seen guys and girls try to get her but they can’t. They’ve never succeeded. Because. Of. Me.”

Honestly, by the end of her little…(not so little) speech, you were terrified of her. What she was gonna do to be getting herself into trouble. you backed away. The group sees the change in your body language and how flustered you simply were. They knew Janis would never hurt you. But Janis was reckless. If anyone mad her even the slightest bit mad, there were physical repercussions- and fast. In the heat of the moment, she was hard to snap out of.

You did what you thought was necessary. You put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, calling her name firmly. She shrugs your hand off. You called her name again but your efforts were useless as she was fuming. Cady pulled you back instinctively, as though to tell you to just let her be. You couldn’t do anything else when tears were forming in your eyes and clouding your vision.

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A sharp sound of new-guy being slammed against a locker and you flinched. “Do you hear me or not?” Janis snarked, “Eyes up here, dude. These aren’t for you.”

“Yes. Message received, man. I’m so- so sorry. I did not know she was your- oh God.” His tough facade was gone by the end of it and he scurries away. Regina and her posse watch as he nearly takes a tumble, inevitably laughing because his legs were like jelly.

Janis was shaking as her knuckles were white from balling her fists up. She slams a fist into the locker beside her- her own. Repeatedly. Damian literally had to pull her away but it did not work. Neither Aaron nor Cady dared to try, so you stepped in quickly as possible not wanting her to hurt herself even more. You grabbed her forearm, as hard as you could so she could not break free from your grip. “Janis. Janis! Look at me. It’s me. It’s me. He’s gone.” You raised your voice. She blinked and her eyes changed as she abruptly snapped out of her mood. “Janis, it’s fine. He’s gone- he didn’t do anything to me.” Your voice quivered at the end. She licked her lips, biting the inside of her cheek but her eyes had softened as you let go of her forearm.

“You know I don’t like that, baby. Having him talking to you, all clueless that you belonged to me. You’re too nice.” Janis’ voice was low.

“I’m sor-” You began, but she cut you off, roughly kissing you right in front of everybody.

“Is this normal?” Aaron asks awkwardly.

“How dare you be so nice to him…?” She said into the kiss. “I said, eyes on me only, babe. You’ve been bad.”

“Okay, yup. That’s our cue to go,” Aaron decided, taking Cady by the wrist and leaving, “See you guys tomorrow.”

“I doubt you’ll see them.” Damian joked, “Okay, you horny bitches. Let’s stop giving the entire student body a show, thank you.”

Oh god, you were in for a rough night tonight.

Damian had to drag you two out of the school, standing in between the both of you. “So I’m guessing our movie night’s off- now that you have plans to suck faces with each other, clearly. “But since I have a car and was your ride to school, I will be dropping you two off at her place.” Damian decides, pointing to Janis. “That good? Or is there someplace else y’all would rather go to y’know, get it?”

“Shut up, Damian.” Janis scoffs, “Maybe a little too involved?”

“Oh, now you can talk.” He scoffs, “Whatever, get in the car. One of you in front, the other in the back. I don’t want y’all dirtying my car.”

“Now you’re pushing it.” Janis glared at him.

Okay, this wasn’t your first rodeo dealing with a jealous Janis, and as scary as she was when she gets furious at whoever it was, you honestly found it so fucking hot.

“Alright, goodbye, have a good night. Good luck in the morning.”

Janis cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as your cheeks blushed- embarrassed.

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Janis was an only child and both her parents were at work this time of day so you two pretty much had the whole house to yourselves, but you felt the most comfortable in her room and she knew that so that’s where she took you to.

“You know how jealous I get. And it’s not the first time is it, my love.” Her voice was so low, it sent a chill down your spine. “You know what I’d do to you, and if I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve thought you were doing this on purpose just so I would fuck you…is that what you’re doing?” She was already in the mood to pounce on you and you were too, the whole car ride to her house felt like agony being apart from her. You weren’t as vocal as she was, and she always topped you. No complaints, but it was just the matter of how rough she would be that kinda makes you a little extra nervous. If it was anything like the last time— the first time she got jealous, you were sure you’d be a happy camper.

"Take off your clothes, baby. Everything- now." Her tone of voice was making the heat rush through your body and pool in between your legs. You chuckled quietly as you obeyed her order, impatiently awaiting what was to come for you. While she busied you with that task, you saw her bent over a lower drawer in her wardrobe to retrieve a couple of things.

Her door was already locked, and the curtains were already down- it made the room quite dim. Was this a choice or unintentional? "Don't touch yourself. I'll tell you what to do." She says as she sat down on her bed to look at you. "See this thing?" She looked to her side and picked up a dildo - one you've never seen one with a suction cup at the base. "I'm gonna put it here. And I want you to ride it...I'm gonna watch you do it." She says, then stuck in onto the floor in between you and herself. You gulped- the sheer size of that thing equally caught you off-guard as much as it excited you. But you weren't sure you could do it- you've always had difficulties with penetration and Janis knew, Perhaps this was her way to get you used to it and punishing you for talking to new-guy. "I know you can do it." She lowers herself onto the floor to be with you. "I'll help you...work you up to it, if you want." She caresses you cheek, eventually grabbing your face by the chin. "You want that, baby?" She gave in after all, offering to help you after she said she wanted you to do it yourself.

Your cheeks were burning hot and you could feel it. Nodding almost too eagerly making Janis smirked, she started to kiss you, riling you up. Janis sat cross legged on the floor, pulling you so you laid your head in her lap: you could see right into her eyes, and vice versa. As she captures your lips into her own, kissing you over and over, her hands pushed your legs apart contented that she could see that reflection of your glistening cunt in her mirror. "You see that, babe?" She asks- you couldn’t. Obviously. But you could feel her every move…how her fingers gently traced your folds and circled your clit. So soft and loving, it made you giddy happy. She chuckles feeling your body react. “I think you’ve got it, honey. Don’t you think- do you feel how wet you are?” Her other hand- her right hand cups your breast and you let out a whimper that you could not control.

“I knew it. It turned you on, didn’t it? Me threatening the guy?” Her voice husky, another thing that made you incredibly, incredibly needy. Janis knew you like the back of her own hand. It was easy to make you lose control. And right now, she was practically going down the list of how to make you obscenely wet. “You wanna try that for me? And be a good girl?”

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Janis shoves two fingers inside you while kissing you at the same time, making you moan into the kiss with ease. Then she kept going for awhile, both her gestures. The part of her hand at the bottom of her palm repeatedly hits your clit with each plunge of her fingers. The pleasure sends sparks down your spine, your back beginning to arch.

“What a needy little thing you are…”She forcefully pulls out of you to give you an abrupt emptiness, “On your knees…give that a shot.” You managed to push yourself off her, but not before she gave you a smack on your cunt, making your curse under your breath. She held onto your hand as you positioned yourself. Then, Janis grabbed onto your hips as she slowly lowered you against the tip of the silicone. “Ah!” You seethed feeling the stretch, “Oh, fuck.”

Your heartbeat starts racing at this unfamiliar sensation, unsure of just what exactly you were feeling. “Do you want to stop?” Janis asked, analysing your face. You lowered yourself a little bit more, letting out a low groan in the midst. “Okay, no then.” She leans in, cupping your face to connect your lips together, giving you deep wet kisses.

“Okay?” She asks, her hand reaching down to rub your clit. You panted, a whine follows swiftly. You did not reply with words but just whine after whine that grew in pitch.

“Keep going, baby. Keep going.” She chuckles, “Let me see you and hear you.” Janis slowly breaks away from you, leaning back to watch you while rubbing one out for herself. Watching you ride the thing, your breasts moving along with your grinding. She couldn’t help it but moan too, spurring you on. “Get it fully in- just a little bit more to go.” She encouraged, her legs crossed as she continues staring at you. “Uh-uh, no, honey. Hands off now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You sighed.

“Hands behind your back.” She ordered.

“No.”

“Hands behind your back, y/n.” She repeated. “Listen to me otherwise I’m not gonna lay my hand on you for the rest of it. You’d be on your own.”

Shit.

What you needed now was way more than this and she was delaying your climax for way too long.

“Look at me. And keep doing that.” She demanded. Her voice became harsher as she practically lunged at you. “Still no? Fine, alright. Lean down.” She pushes you so that your top half kept getting closer to the floor, but you were resisting so she pushed harder. Eventually, you decided to listen, your cheek comes into contact with the cold floor as your ass was up in her face. Tempted, she gives it a hard slap, rubbing the area after. “Please. Please.” You cried out, “Please, I need you.”

You couldn’t stand the ache anymore. It really began to hurt.

“You promise you’ll be a good girl for me, princess?” She teases you with her fingers, just for a second or two before she held both your wrists together behind your back. Her other hand grabbing ahold of the dildo so she could use it on you in a moment.

“Yes, Janis. I’m sorry, please!” Desperate. That’s what you were. And exactly what she wanted to hear from you.

“Thank you, baby.” She smiles to herself, pushing the dildo into your tight hole, awaiting your moans and whines. Janis was rough, but made sure she didn’t hurt you. Her sole purpose here was to make you feel good. So that could you come, maybe squirt— she was hoping. She would love to see that.

When your legs begin to shake, something she hasn’t seen before, she took the opportunity to go even rougher, twisting the toy as she pushes it in and out insanely fast. Your moans were so high-pitched that it’d typically annoy the fuck out of yourself but your mind was so clouded that you didn’t give a shit. Neither did Janis. “Oh, my girl’s so fucking hot…” She panted, “Let me hear more.” Even though you did as she said, her hand stops moving, leaving the silicone shaft inside of you as she watches you drip. “I said let me hear you!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth. Janis then flips you over, gripping her hand just tightly enough around your neck to make you lightheaded. As her hand moved about, you caught a glimpse of her bloodied knuckles. You snatched her hand off your neck and took a closer look at her hand. Something almost primal came over to you as you admired her hands and fingers, eventually licking her bloody knuckles.

Janis moans, apparently enjoying your action. You laughed, satisfied that you could make her weak- even just for a moment.

“Bold. Didn’t even know I liked that.” She raised her brows, meaning for you to lie back down, “You wanna come, sweetie?”

“Mhm.” You nodded instantly, licking your lips.

“You’re close, baby. Very close.” She coos, hovering over you, “I’m gonna lie down, and you’re going to lay on me, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed.

“Good.” She got into position, “Your head towards my legs.” Wordlessly, you follow her order. She didn’t disappoint either, her tongue diving into your pussy immediately to taste you like you were her death row meal.

“Fuck, fuck. Right there, right there.” You pant, “Oh, shit! What is that-”

“It’s fine, just let go.” She hurriedly told you.

“I’ve never-”

“Just squirt on my fucking face, y/n! Let go- it’s fucking hot.” She answered crudely, her tongue resuming its ministrations to get what she wanted. It definitely felt weird and was a first for you, because it literally just felt like you had to pee. But judging by Janis’ reaction to your new…form of unraveling, you could only watched as you see more and more clear liquid gushing out of yourself.

“Fuck! Stop, stop, stop.” You gasped, lifting yourself away from her face. “Janis, stop! I can’t- oh, my fucking God.”

“This is what happens when you’re not a good girl and make me jealous, you hear?” She stops, you fall flat onto her to catch your breath.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “Fuck, I need a shower.”

“You kinda gave me one.” She laughs.

“Janis.” You snorted pushing yourself off of her.

“Okay, alright. No more of that.” She promised, and you pull her up. “Let’s go take a shower, hm?”

[mooncalvin]

Across the hall (George Russell)

Summary: when you moved in you simply expected to get along with your neighbours, but it seems that the world has something else in store for you. A/n: There will be a part 2!

Words: 2k

When you moved to London you didn’t have big expectations for how your neighbours would be. You had hoped that you could become friends with some of them, since you didn’t know anyone there. No problems and not being overly loud and inconvenient to others. But you were actually disappointed.

Most of your neighbours were unfriendly or were going their own way, not bothering to even spare a look at you at the lift or the corridors. You had thought that maybe during the arrival some of them would try to introduce themselves, maybe just to make a good impression and to get to know the girl who had just moved into their building. But you were mistaken.

You only knew one person, if that counted as knowing. You had met George Russellg two times so far, once when you had recently moved, in the corridor, when you turned to him to introduce yourself, giving him your name and smiling when he gave you his before turning again to head to his apartment, which was the one beside yours.

The second time, he held the door for you as you carried one big box, struggling to open the main door. He was definitely a gentleman, you noted, but you didn’t know very much more about him. 

Shortly after you discovered that he was a formula one driver, something you could have expected. That night you serpent on the computer, looking for information about him, discovering that he was in fact Lewis Hamilton’s teammate.

He seemed to spend most of the day out of his apartment, probably working or training. You could hear him arrive and go through your living room walls, but the only time it was noisy was when his friends were in his apartment. To say he was mysterious was an understatement. 

You wanted to get to know him, but the thought of starting a conversation with him terrified you. And it wasn’t as if you had any opportunities, not wanting to interrupt him.

You interacted with his sister a few days later. You had been working on a new project in your apartment, all covered in paint. It was a commission someone had asked for, a painting of an intimate moment between lovers.

You were surprised when you heard a knock on your door, you rushed to the sink and then went running to the door. It was a woman who you had seen with George and another guy last week at his.

“Hi” he waved at you “I’m so sorry to bother you but I’m making a cake and I was wondering if you could lend me some sugar?” It seemed a normal neighbourly request, one you would be happy to fulfil.

“Yes! Of course.” you smiled at her.

She stared at you before smacking herself “Oh! How rude, I’m Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, a friend of George, your neighbour. Nice to meet you!” she said as she extended her hand at you.

You shook her hand “It’s really nice to meet you” you said genuinely. “Want to come in while I go for the sugar?” She stepped inside and couldn’t help but look at all the paintings, most of them portraying women and intimacy, but also some landscapes and portraits of your family. She walked to the easel where your most recent work was lying. For some reason you wanted her to like them, maybe to put you in favour with her friend. You shook the thought out of your mind, you really wanted her to like them for the thought of finally making a friend in this town. 

“Did you paint all this?” you turned around and saw her looking at you.

“Uh yeah, most of them, some others are from other artists that I like” you sttutered.

A smile spread across her face “You’re so talented! They are so beautiful!”

Heat rushed to your cheeks “Thank you, that really means a lot to me”. You gave her the bag of sugar and followed her to the doorway.

“Do you work on commission?” she asked.

“Sure, why?” you asked curiously.

“George moved here recently and he is looking for a painting for his living room, he asked Alex and I if we knew about some artist, and well even though he may not be the type to put naked women paintings on his wall I think you could advise him on something”

“Sure, he can come and have a look whenever he wants, or I could send him some ideas if you tell me what he has in mind,” you said, trying not to make a big deal, even though you were shaking internally.

“That would be great, mind if I give him your phone?”

“Yes, no problem” you typed your phone on hers.

“Thanks for the sugar and for everything else, you are a lifesaver!” unexpectedly, she pulls you into a hug “I hope we remain friends”

“I would love that” you answered genuinely. When you closed the door a smile made its way to your face, so happy that you had finally made a friend after feeling lonely for so long. It just so happens to be a bonus that you think his friend is hot.

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Lily called you two days later, asking how you were doing and how your artwork was coming along. She also asked you to get coffee with her a few days from then, since his boyfriend (and George) were out for race week. 

Days after getting coffee with her, you saw him collecting his mail as you entered the building. You thought about talking to him about the painting for his house, but you discarded the idea, taking into account that he had your phone number and still hadn’t called you. In a turn of events you didn’t even have to say anything as the second he noticed you he turned his full attention towards you. You stopped, shocked that for some reason he was acknowledging you. You watched as he tucked his mail to the side and strode up to you, his long legs barely needing to move before being directly in front of you. This man was so tall, and by god, he looked good today, all sweaty, probably because of training, something that should be disgusting, but he made it look sexy. 

“Hello, I know it’s been a few days but thank you for the sugar” his lips curved into a shy smile. You felt blush rising to your cheeks, that had caught you by surprise, not having expected him to talk to you over something so trivial.

“Of course, it was no problem! Your friend was really sweet to me, we are actually becoming friends, so I should thank you for that too.” His smile went wider.

“I’m not surprised, Lily tends to have that effect on people.” you saw a light flush to his skin, but it must have been the lighting. There was no way he was blushing while talking to you. “Actually she told me that you are an artist, and that I should see your work. She also gave me your phone number, but I thought it would be weird to text you, since we barely know each other.”

“Yeah, she mentioned something about a painting for your living room.” you muttered shyly. You had thought he wouldn’t even bring it up, since he hadn’t called you.

“I’d love to see it if you let me.” your eyes widened in shock, that meant that he would have to go to your apartment. Where you live. He seemed to take your lack of response as a rejection, so he backed up and blushed furiously. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, have a lovely day” he turned around and started walking to the stairs.

“Wait, George!” he looked at you again “I’d love you to see my artwork, not many people show interest, so I was a bit surprised”. He seemed to relax and a little smile came to his face. “I have to warn you, some of them are quite… suggestive?” if you were red before, now no one would know the difference between you and a tomato now.

He curled his eyebrow “Well that’s interesting” he said, something you can’t decipher in his voice, that made you clench your thighs, hoping he wouldn't notice.

“Since we are already here, would you like to come and see them now?” you bit your lip, hoping he would say yes. “I can make us some coffee or tea if you like”.

“I’d love that,” he walks beside you as you take your keys and unlock the door so you can enter the apartment. You thanked god you had cleaned the flat that week, otherwise you probably would have died of shame when he saw the mess that normally surrounded you.

“So this is my place” you said “the majority of artwork in the walls is mine, but some is from other artists that I love, you are free to ask about it, I’m gonna make us some coffee.”

Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. You cannot believe that this man is standing in your living room, looking at your paintings. What would you give to throw him into your couch and make out with him now. 

You shook that thought out of your mind and picked the phone to text Lily. George is literally checking out my paintings at my apartment rn.

You continue making the coffee as your phone chimes. Ooo! Sure he’s gonna love them!! They’re good af.

You are going to reply to her text but you hear George calling your name. You go to the living room and notice how he is looking at a painting of two naked women in a river, staring at each other in a not so innocent way. You could feel yourself dying of embarrassment. 

“Did you paint this?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s actually one of my favourites.” you wonder what he thinks of it. Does he think it’s vulgar or disgusting? Is he homophobic, or something? You really hope he’s not, that would be a big red flag. 

You continue picking your nails as he is still staring at the painting, when you notice a pair of much larger hands cupping yours, stopping you from doing it any longer. Your head jerks to look at him. He is smiling. He squeezes your hands “You are really talented” he mutters “These paintings are really beautiful”. He slowly releases your hands from his, telling you that you shouldn’t bite your nails. So far no one has been able to stop you from doing it, but you felt like quitting right now. The noise of the  coffee pot breaks the moment, so you excuse yourself to the kitchen to pick up both mugs. He leaves a bit after finishing the drink, telling you that he has some work to do. When you say goodbye, he not only compliments your artwork again, but also compliments you.

“I’m not really surprised that your paintings are such masterpieces, taking in account you were the one that painted them” que leans forward and leaves a kiss in your cheek “See you later sweetheart” you feel dizzy. Not really believing what has just happened. You closed the door and went for your phone again to text Lily. Would you believe me if I told you I’m obsessed with him?.She answered almost immediately: Totally, I was hoping you would be girl.

[lady-ashfade]

New neighbor

Lockwood and co x fem!reader.

Characters: Anthony, lucy, George.

Plot: The team meets a new neighbor and falls immediately.

This is really fluffy and kinda a crack post, I honestly just wanted something funny between the team.

Warnings: Spelling mistakes, love stroke idiots. The reading being innocent and sweet.

The house was quiet, the team doing their own things by themselves. Lockwood was in the library reading, he found it almost peaceful and he needed a break. Lucy was in the addict looking through some boxes of her things, she needed to organize her clothes. Then there was, George.

George was on the kitchen floor scrubbing the floor to shine, the whole house smelled like cleaning products. Every dish was washed, each nook and cranny was clean. He was wearing gloves and his apron because he took cleaning very seriously.

The boor bell rings.

Upon hearing the ding George looked up and then at himself, he wasn’t getting up. “Lockwood! Someone’s at the door.” He screamed for his friend to hear. Lockwood sighed and put a book down and got up from his chair and made his way to the door. Maybe it was a new client.

The boy grabbed ahold of the doorknob and twisted it open and revealed who was he behind, and to his surprise made heart flutter. Standing at his front door was a lovely girl with a kind smile, she was very attentive and she looked so soft. Almost too cute for the charming boy to handle.

“Hello, how can I help you?” He threw on his most charming smirk. She looked at him and didn’t flutter, “Yes, hello! I just moved next door and wanted to greet my new neighbors, with something special.” Lockwoods gaze followed her as she bend down and he saw a wrapped basket, along with a few others.

“Just a few baked goods inside, I also listed everything on a note inside of all the ingredients so if anyone has a allergy that can know.” She picked up the pretty basket and held it out for him to take. She was thoughtful.

He could smell the sweets from here and he wanted to opened it but that would be rude, so he took the basket out her hands. “Theses are lovely, would you like to come in-”

“Who’s at the door?” They both turned around to see a boy walking closer to them, gloves and curly black hair. George looked up and locked eyes with the girl and felt his heart flutter. She seemed to have that affected on people. “Um, hello. Who are you?” He sounded so dry and rude.

Lockwood looked back at her, “Forgive him, as I was saying would you like to come in.” As lockwood spoke George came to the door and looked at the basket in his hands confused. The girl noticed his confusion and giggled a bit.

Their eyes widen at you coving your mouth and the sweet sound coming out. “I just moved next door, I wanted to meet the new neighbors so I brought bake goods- With a poorly wrapped basket.” She looked a bit awkward at the last part and rubbed her arm.

“And your name?” George asked. “Y/n.” She held out a hand for him to take but they both realized he had on gloves. “A wonderful name- George can you take this into the kitchen.” Lockwood shoved the basket into his hand and tried to make him leave.

“Why me?” George shouted a bit. “Because I said so, I am your boss-” he was cut off. “Don’t you dare give me that, you just want me to leave.” The girl looked between the two as they continued to have a small argument.

“What’s happened now.” Y/n looked passed boys and saw a cute girl with short hair at the end of the stairs. The girl looked back at her and smiled, walking over to the door. “Oh, I understand.” Lucy offered y/n a apology smile.

“Boys, that’s very rude to fight in front of someone new.” She scolded them and they rolled their eyes. “Lucy by the way, sorry for the boys. They have no manners.” Y/n laughed at her comment.

“No worries, I actually have to deliver some more of theses baskets but it was nice meeting you all.” They watched in disappointment when she picked up the rest of the baskets, “I hope to see you again.” And she turned around and walked down the steps.

Lucy watched for a minute and closed the door then looked between the two boys. Lockwood was staring at George who glared back at him, both annoyed with the other.

“Yeah, I call dibs.” The two boys turned away and looked at the Lucy. “No, I met her first.” Lockwood tried to reason but George laughed. “You were going to keep her to yourself, I made her giggle.”

“No, she was laughing at you.” George rolled his eyes. “Still counts!” He shouted. “No it doesn’t!”

“Boys! You made a fool of yourself, which makes my case way better.” Lucy snatched the basket from George hands and walked away. “Come back, this isn’t over.” The boys followed her.

“I say it is, so shut up.”

[mr-nauseam]

re: juno x livia

oooo what about juno and livia makes you ship them? 👀👀

I've been thinking a lot about how to talk about this because I NEVER imagined someone would ask about the best toxic yuri my delusional head could come up with but I guess I'll do what I do best: ramble 🙏

So this began because for a wip (that I'm still working on) were I needed to pair Livia with someone so I went and looked up all the names of the mentors and look I rarely use the movie for references but I needed a visual image so I was looking at pictures of the mentors and I need you to see this:

Because WHY THEY KINDA SLAY? So the a e s t h e t i c was the first thing that make me say "Oh THEY COULD BE A SHIP," then because I'm a book girlie I go to read every line were they appear which lead me to the next point on why I end up shipping Livia and Juno

They give mean girlies in love vibes 🥰

Here we enter the fun realm of speculation so these are simply my headcanons but I think Livia has a similar personality to a classic mean girl like Regina George. So she can be terribly capricious, demanding special treatment and complaining at what she perceives as unfair treatment (I should note that she seems to have a strong patriotism and a clear defense of her values) but I don't think Livia is as nasty as Coriolanus paints her or at least not to other people. One key thing about being a triumphant queen bee is having some charisma, and actually being able to be incredibly hypocritical

Livia is but in a rather subtle way so she will claim to be a brutally honest person and will be a pain to deal with at times. She can be especially nasty to people she can't stand like Coriolanus or Sejanus but I think she can be quite civil to people she in theory calls friends but in reality won't allow them to get to know her intimately because she's afraid of intimacy. Also sorry but she has the perfect potential to have mommy issues, so there is a marked difference between Livia in front of her mother vs Livia on her own, that has made her aggressively misogynistic in a way so she will talk to her female classmates but probably believes most are pretty dumb and naive

Let's summarize a little. Livia presents herself as confident and charming but with a strong and honest character. She is pretty, can be sociable and likes to stand up for what she considers class (good manners, fair play but only when it suits her). Deep down she doesn't think well of many of her classmates, she not trust them but she knows how to hide it however she has no scruples about being cruel to people she doesn't tolerate and is incredibly capricious.

Now let's go to Juno Phipps. Juno for me is a mean girl yes but in the sense of spoiled princess, I think her mother died during the war due to an illness, and she only has her father, a man with a very important surname, who has given his daughter everything she wants, now she is totally unbearable and too delicate.

She doesn't know how to lose, she feels confused when people don't give her what she wants, and she complains easily. She is much more pleasant and social than Livia however, although few can stand her for more than 5 hours at a time. Juno also knows she is very pretty and will constantly take advantage of that, in fact, that is why she can be a princess, because boys are always willing to give her what she wants as long as she winks at them, but similar to Livia she is lonely at heart, this business of getting involved in gossip, being aware of the bad things others say about her and the bad things she knows she has said about others make she also shies away from trusting others with her most intimate feelings.

Considering this scenario I just thought it would be great to have them meet, because of course they do, they can't go unnoticed, they are not part of the same social circle constantly, their meetings are brief, almost by accident, but when they talk it's always easy because they have a lot in common, more than anyone would believe, and they feel connected.

I always joke that there are two types of lesbians before they come out, one is the type that aggressively hates men, and the other is the type that loves men but can never take them seriously, and I think Livia is the first type and Juno is the second, and I think that's also kind of striking because they've both seen each other in dresses and well groomed and have been each other's gay awakening (they think each other its MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN ALL ACADEMY AFTER THEMSELVES but no tell this to any!) but it takes them quite a while to get there, and in what they get there, both will have radically different opinions of how to relate to men.

Livia likes Juno but thinks she's an empty head for wasting up her time dating so many idiot boys, Juno will never understand why if Livia is so controlled every time she talks to a guy her patience is lost, all while they enjoy spending time together too much and are secretly obsessed with each other. There is also drama because of my opinion of the Capitol and homosexual relationships (I don't think it's seen as something positive within the upper class) and other issues I've made up about Juno being the mistress of the first lady Livia but I think this is a summary of how I did in my head all this toxic yuri…

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Fifteen

Previous

"She doesn't look that great" pansy rolled her eyes when Hermione was led off by Krum to dance and everyone stopped gawking at her.

"She certainly found out how to sort that bush she calls hair" Theo laughed

I looked up at Harry and Hermione who were sat on the table for judges with their dates.

Ron and Padma were by themselves at a table, Ron continued to stare at Hermione, looking utterly annoyed and Padma just looked sad. What a git, He's going to spoil everything for her because of his stupid jealously. I knew he liked Hermione, I just wished they could both see it.

"Wait, my brothers here" I said after spotting My third oldest brother, Percy sat at the judges table.

"Yes, we're all aware, they make half the schools population" Pansy said, leaning over Draco to see me

"No, the one at the ministry, works with Mr Crouch, wonder what he's doing here" I thought out loud.

"Well, if he works for Crouch maybe he's filling in for him, because Crouch isn't here" Daphne said

"maybe" I shrugged

"Where's this bloody food" Theo huffed

"You have to order it on the menu's idiot" Draco rolled his eyes before demonstrating by picking his own menu up and telling the plate what dish he wanted, we then followed after.

"Oh, I knew that" Theo muttered

"slow down, Weasley, before your dress starts ripping at the seams" Pansy scoffed as I began eating

"uf foff arksen" I said through a mouthful of food.

"So, Keira, you transferred here from Beauxbatons last year, right?" Daphne asked me as I took another bite of my food after swallowing.

Nodding as I swallowed "yeah, thats right, I was living in France for four years"

"Did they throw you out?" Pansy asked, staring at me, as if trying to spot anything suspicious

"W-what?!" I choked on my food, Blaise patting my back. I darted up to look at her then the guys, seeing if Draco told her anything, but he kept a blank face "N-no, not at all, just that I was missing my family and wanted to come back home to the UK" I lied easily.

"What's it like at Beauxbatons, I bet the guys are just a dream" Daphne said, Theo side eyeing her

"Its as if we're not just sat here" He said to the other two guys

"Uh, yeah, they're all really...beautiful, but so are the girls and perfect, so it's kinda scary, I did have one friend, well, he was my first boyfriend, if it even counts" I laughed

"Did you learn any french?" Pansy asked

"No I just sat in confusion every time someone talked to me for four years straight." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, you idiot" Theo said to Pansy

"Shut up, Nott!" She sneered at him

Dumbledore had then instructed us to stand and step away from the tables, then with a wave of his wand, the tables were pushed away and the floor was cleared.

"Is this the part where we have to dance?" I whined

"Yes! My favourite part" Daphne clapped her hands

"I only just managed to walk in these things, Let alone dance!"

"Good luck Zabini, try not to step on his feet two much, Weasley" Pansy said, smirking.

The four champions and their partners led the dance before we were to join in, I could see neville and Ginny dancing, and the faint apologies as Neville tread on her toes.

Fred and Angelina seemed like they were having a good time as they waltzed around cracking jokes with each other and flirting.

Lee and George Were also dancing together, George leading, and Lee continuing to look over at Fred and Angelina, winking at her, saying that she could be next.

Daphne pulled Theo along onto the dance floor excitedly. Draco and Pansy soon followed

"Come on" Blaise told me before grabbing my hand and leading me into the crowd "Don't worry, you'll be fine" He reassured me when he saw my face.

"Please don't let me embarrass myself" I pleaded as he started to lead us around

"Wouldn't dream of it." Blaise said.

Blaise was a really good dancer so it was easy to just let him lead and I try and keep up with his steps.

As the song ended another started and I was passed on to switch Partners, coincidentally it was Draco

"Weasley" He said before wrapping his arm around my waist and repeating the steps of waltzing.

"Malfoy, I heard you've been keeping me from your mothers party's" I said, raising a brow, and craning my neck to look into his silver eye's

"Well, I think you should thank me, Look at your horrible dancing, and manners" He told me

"Still" I rolled my eyes, as he spun me I caught someone I had tried to avoid since the end of October, Adrian Pucey, and funnily enough He had taken one of the Beauxbatons girls, who he couldn't keep his eyes off when he broke up with me, she was laughing as he hid his face in her neck, smirking.

"Ignore him" Draco told me, I flicked my eyes to look back into his ones, They really were beautiful.

"I don't know what you're on about" I told him, shrugging.

"He didn't deserve you" He told me "He's a tosser"

"Oh, Draco you say that as if your not" I said teasingly, smirking at him

"Oh, you wound me" He rolled his eye's "Thank you" He said more earnestly

"What?"

"For my ring, I never actually said it earlier" He said. Thats when I noticed that he was actually wearing it, the hand that was holding mine.

"Oh, you're welcome" I said, replacing my smirk with a genuine smile

"Draco! I believe it's my turn now" Theo had butted in before slipping me away from Draco and into his arms

"Come on, Theodore, I am not a doll, you know, I've just danced through two songs" I narrowed my eyebrows

"Well then lets go get a butterbeer" He said before taking my hand and leading me to the table

"And what about Daphne?" I asked, picking up a bottle

"Ah, she'll be alright, dancing with someone else, she's only my date, Keira, None of us are actually dating" He said "Are you and Blaise dating? Lucky bastard" He muttered the last bit, I only just caught on to what he said

"No, He's more like my best friend, then anything"

"Ouch, K, and Here I was thinking it was me and you" He jokingly glared at me.

"Oh, no" I sighed as I looked over the tables

"What's wrong?" Theo asked me

"Ron and Hermione, they're arguing about something- oh and she's walked off"

"Weasels probably gone off about how she went to the ball with someone else" Theo said

"Well, its not like he asked her, if anything he's jealous Krum didn't ask him" I said

"Looks like the other twins are badgering Bagman" Theo pointed over to Fred and George who were talking to Bagman, and him desperately looking for an escape, then Percy walked past to talk to Ron and Harry Bagman spotting him then soon following

Fred and George then looked in our direction before whispering and slipping back into the crowd

"Lets go back to the others" I told Theo, grabbing a couple more bottles for the rest and Theo grabbing some more, most likely for himself.

"Where'd you two go off to?" Blaise asked when we sat down and I handed out the bottles, Pansy and Daphne were gone, probably still dancing

"Weasley watching" Theo said

"We were getting drinks" I rolled my eyes "I cannot wait to get out of this stupid, Beautiful, but stupid dress- what- stop staring at me- I didn't mean it like that, grow up, all three of you" I glared at them

"Hey, you're the one who said it" Theo shrugged

"Keira!" I turned to see Percy walking up to our table

"For Salazar's sake" I sighed "Percy! Nice to see you, how's Mum and Dad?"

"Oh, they're fine, Have you been working hard on your school work, your O.W.L.s are next year, you know I as well as  Bill and Charlie passed top of our classes, shame Fred and George broke the streak, Hopefully You and Ron won't let us down"

"Well, wouldn't that be a shame, best get going and study, right guys? See ya Percy" I waved him off before hastily standing up and nodding my head out for the guys to follow.

"What's his problem?" Draco asked when we walked off

"He doesn't have one, that's just Percy" I rolled my eyes

"Are you actually going to go study?" Blaise asked me

"No, just needed an excuse to get away from him, oh! Sorry for making you guys leave too"

"It's fine, was bored anyway" Theo shrugged before slinging an arm around my shoulders.

"No Idea what he'll do when I'm not a prefect" I laughed "Ron might have a chance"

"what make's you think you won't be one?" Blaise said curiously

"Well, for starters, This is only my second year here, and B, Snape hates me and I don't exactly have a soft spot for him either, Draco and Pansy will probably get it, thats you both being up his arse"

"Hey! I resent that, He's actually my Godfather, you know" Draco glared at me

"Cute. I am knackered, I'm going to bed, see you lot later" I yawned before walking off to the girls dorms.

•

"Nineteen ninety-five, that sounds good, don't you think" Theo said at Breakfast on the first day of the new term

"Is this a yearly thing, Nott?" I asked him before biting into a slice of toast.

"It's just the concept of time, really, and how we watch the days go by, closer to death with joy at the fact we get older" He said

"This is the sort of rubbish we have to put up with in the middle of the night in the dorms" Draco rolled his eye's

"You should be lucky at least one of us has wit, intelligence and looks" Theo winked at him.

"How did you come to be so modest?"I asked sarcastically

"Well, I guess it just comes naturally to me" Theo said, Draco, Blaise and I rolling our eyes in sync.

"What do we have first then?" Draco asked as we pulled our bags over our shoulders to leave.

"Transfiguration with Ravenclaw" Blaise replied

"Ugh, McGonagall really doesn't like me for some reason" I moaned

"Maybe because she lost a Weasley to Slytherin, ruining her collection of red heads" Theo suggested.

"Oh, shut up" I rolled my eyes.

"My word!" A painting of two women gasped when we walked past it.

I stopped to see them staring at the four of us.

"Gosh, they look just like those kids, had to be about, twenty odd years ago, the red head girl, looks just like her, Lily Evans" The other woman sighed. Lily Evans. That was Harry's mum.

"Of course there are only two left of that group still alive, last time I heard, and one of them is on the run"

"Excuse me" I said to the painting "But do you mind telling me what you are on about"

"Of course, they were Gryffindors and these are, well, Slytherins" The first one said, as if she had just bit into a sour lemon.

"Keira, just ignore them, they're just two old bats with nothing else better to do" Theo said, steering me away from them.

"He surely has the mouth of that Mr Black"

"What's their problem?" Blaise asked

"I have no idea, apparently we reminded them of some students from ages ago" I rolled my eyes before carrying down the hallway.

Ever since the conversation I had with the girls in the dorm, about the guys I started to notice how they acted around others a lot more.

For instance, Draco just pushed a second year down the stairs.

Blaise would refuse to touch anyone in case he caught something.

Theo would surely tell a person how he felt about them if they ever crossed him, even by accident.

I really hadn't opened my eyes to how cruel these boys really were and how they truly did see themselves as being superior to the rest of the school.

That really scared me, why were they different to me and why hadn't I noticed.

"You didn't have to push him down the stairs, Draco, He could of hurt himself badly!" I told him

"He was staring" He said, with no emotion

"No wonder everyone thinks you're such a prick" I huffed, walking into transfiguration.

"Is there a reason why the four of you are late to class?" Professor McGonagall asked as we took our seats

"Sorry, Purrfess- Professor!" I slapped a hand over my mouth, catching myself, I don't even know where that came from

"It had slipped my mind that you were related to Mr Weasley" She muttered to herself "Take your seats"

Draco and I sat at the bench second to the back, Blaise and Theo taking the one behind us.

"Purrfessor" Theo laughed from behind me

"Shut up, Theo!" I snapped at him twisting in my seat to glare

"Miss Weasley! must I remind you how to behave inside of a classroom after the holiday's?"

"Sorry, professor" I faced her quickly

"Twenty-five points from Slytherin for being late and Miss Weasleys excessive talking" She said before carrying on with the lesson.

The rest of the Slytherins glared at me, and my cheeks blushed like mad as I dropped my head on the table.

•

"Snow is so beautiful, but so horrendous" I whined as we waited outside Hagrids cabin for for Care of Magical Creatures class. "I still can't believe what happened to Hagrid"

"His own fault, really, about time he left" Draco said

"Don't be so rude, Malfoy, he is a genuine and lovely person, only because you don't like him" I rolled my eyes.

"Here come's the Gryffindors" Theo sighed.

"Hurry up, now, the bell rang five minutes ago," The new Professor barked at them.

"Who're you?" Ron asked, staring at her. "Where's Hagrid?"

"My name is Professor Grubbly-Plank, I am your temporary Care of Magical Creatures teacher."

"Where's Hagrid?" Harry repeated, louder than Ron.

"He is indisposed"

The Slytherins laughed around me, I didn't join in.

The trio turned to face us, I met Harry's eyes and shrugged at the confusion I could see on his face.

"This way, Please" Professor Grubbly-Plank had told us.

She had led us Past the Paddock where the Beauxbatons horse stood shivering.

"What's wrong with Hagrid?" Harry had asked, speed walking past us to catch up with Grubbly-Plank.

"Never you mind" She told him.

"I do mind, though" Harry had pressed "What's up with him?" But she just ignored him.

"Oh, a unicorn" Theo had said when we spotted the beautiful creature tethered to one of the tree's by the forrest.

At the realisation of the Unicorn, most of the girls "Oooooohed" and squealed.

"Hey, Draco, it nearly matches your hair, are you part Unicorn?" I asked him, twisting one of the front bits of his hair, but he slapped my hand away

"No! I'm a Pureblood wizard, it would be impossible to be part Unicorn" He said proudly

"Unless one of your great grandparents shagged a unicorn, then didn't tell anyone" Theo suggested

"But how would that make me part Unicorn?" Draco stared at Theo

"I don't know Malfoy, do I look like a Unicorn Shagger?"

"Mr Nott!" Grubbly-Plank shouted at Theo to shut up after overhearing our conversation.

"Sorry Grubby Plums!" Theo said, ending in him losing Slytherin five more points.

"Boys keep back!" Grubbly-Plank barked catching Harry in the chest when she threw out her arms "They prefer the woman's touch, unicorns, Girls to the front, and approach with care. Come on, easy does it..."

"something we have in common" Theo joked

Her and the other girls walked slowly towards it, Theo and Draco opted to shove me towards it,

"Hey, thats my sister!" Ron shouted at them, and they laughing in response

"Gits" I rolled my eyes as I walked up closer to it with the others.

•

"It was so soft, and Grubbly-Plank taught us a bunch of stuff, shame you guys didn't get to go up it" I said when we were at dinner

"Lucky you" Theo said, sounding bored

"what were you saying to Harry?" I asked Draco "When we walked away"

"Showed him the article" Draco said.

"You just love to wind up, its not true by the way, I don't hate Hagrid" I said

"Well then maybe you should talk to Skeeter and tell her that" He said

"I'd rather set my hair on fire" I crossed my arms

"How would you be able to notice?" Theo asked me

"What?"

"Well, how would you notice if your hair was on fire?"

"Oh shut up, Theo, you're not even funny" I rolled my eyes

"I wasn't trying to be, it was a genuine question" He muttered to himself.

•

"I wonder who Dumbledore is going to bring in once Moody leaves" Theo had said.

We were sat in The Three Broomsticks sipping butterbeer.

"Whoever it is, I bet they can't be worse then the last four" Draco rolled his eyes

"What do you mean, I thought Lupin was great" I said "Can't comment on the first two"

"He was a werewolf, and the bouncing ferret doesn't like Moody either, does he" Blaise teased

"Shut up, Zabini" Draco shot Blaise a murderous glare.

"Miss Weasley!" The poisonous voice of Rita Skeeter said, walking up to our table

"Hello?" I said to her

"I was wondering if I could have a word with you, I know you are close With the Famous Harry Potter and was wondering if you could give some insight, it would also be exciting to hear about your transfer from Beauxbaton and how that came to happen" She grinned, tapping her long pink nails on the table

"Sorry, Haven't talked to Harry in a while, and I'm sure no one would want to know about my boring life" I said before finishing off my butterbeer

"Interesting, so did you and Mr Potter fall out, was he mad that you had gone to the Yule ball with someone else, Jealous of your - friendship - among these three boys?"

"How could he, if we have never dated, and never will, Go get your story somewhere else and stop poking your long pointy nose in my business" I told her before standing up and storming out the pub, the three soon followed me.

Our height difference being a big advantage for them to catch up to me quickly

"What was all that?" Theo asked, slinging an arm around my shoulders

"I don't like people asking me personal questions, especially if I don't like them" I replied still storming across the snow with my arms crossed over my chest.

"You're not the only one, Granger and Potter were shouting at her when you walked out" Draco said.

I heard the faint banging of the Pub door behind us and Ron talking to Hermione, I could hear the worry in his voice.

"I can definitely cross reporter of my list of potential jobs"

"What you don't know what you're doing in life?" Theo asked me

"No, I still have three more years to plan"

"And what do your parents think about that?" Blaise asked

"They don't? they'll just let me get on with it because they know I'll figure it out one day, Just as they've let Bill, Charlie and Percy go on their own paths, although Mums not so keen on Fred and George's ambitions" I chuckled "Sorry..." I stopped myself rambling when the three were just staring at me

"Imagine that boys, not even deciding what you're going to do" Draco chuckled but there was no humour

"What do you mean?" I asked him

"Well, you see Weasley, when you come from a family such as ours, Your whole life is already planned by the time you are born, we" He indicated at him, Theo and Blaise "are Heirs, to carry on the Family Names and the bloodline, as well, fortunately the riches included. Our fathers already have our adult lives planned out, wouldn't be surprised if my father didn't already have a file of potential marriages in his cabinet." He told me.

"Oh..." the thought of Theo and Draco eventually getting married crossed my mind, then I got this twisted feeling in my stomach. "Sorry?"

"Don't pity us, it's just the way things are, In proper Pureblood Families" He said, and the feeling went away instantly

"Stop being such an Arse Malfoy" I rolled my eyes.

Next

[toomuchracket]

The detail of Ross holding his hand open for reader to squeeze as she walked past… I’m obsessed. I have 2 things to say.

Ross’s girlfriend in a girl group. They release a song and the lyrics are very much about Ross (talks about his height. How big he is. How GOOD he is in bed). And Matty delights in quoting the lyrics to Ross on stage. I like the idea of Ross posting a pic of him and his gf to ig w a caption related to the song.

My other thing to say is pls can you write a whole blurb ab subtle PDA between u and Ross, similar to the hand open thing bc oh my god that ruined me.

this has so much potential to be another ross universe... much to think about and Ponder hmmmmmm. also initial thingy can be found here! and yes i'll answer both things here

first part: obsessed with this, and obsessed with the thought that you rocked up to a writing session the day after the best sex of your life and went "i have an idea". also obsessed with you having to tell ross about the fact that you've written a song about him (not for the first time, to be fair) and how sexy he is, because if he's not cool with it then it'll go unreleased - he blushes like crazy when he reads the lyrics, but he secretly loves it, and even from a rough demo he's like "no this is a hit you have to release this song babe". i'm not going to attempt to write it, but i'm imagining the lyrics being chock-full of sex references (charli's like "this makes my banana split lyric look TAME" when she hears them), with a lot of them being really quite intricate metaphors and some others just like on the vibe of "yeah i'm getting bent over daily" - george and matty are simultaneously scandalised, jealous of how good these lyrics are ("we've been writing sex shit like this for twenty years and you outdo us with it on your first attempt smh"), and deeply deeply in love with the song and the way it's constructed/performed. as you said, matty (who is a known stan of your band btw) relishes the opportunity to pester ross with the lyrics onstage; when he introduces/credits the band, he starts singing one of the lyrics from it before he says ross's name, and ross just smirks and raises his eyebrows while the crowd go nuts (like i said, ross secretly loves it). and the fans (and your friends) go even more nuts when ross posts a pic of you and him all sexy and ready for date night on insta with the lyrics referenced or paraphrased in the caption - the best thing about it, though, is that he posts it the morning after date night, from bed, where the two of you are curled up sweaty and exhausted after a looooooong moment of ross proving your lyrics right lmao

second part: i think the subtle pda thing started because you and ross didn't make your relationship public until you had been together for a while, for whatever reason, but the nature of your job meant you guys would run into each other at events and you needed a little way to show affection while still maintaining your privacy. little squeezes of thighs under tables, three little tiny taps on the other's hand to say "i love you" when passing drinks to each other, trapping the other's leg between yours under the table to keep them close... a lot of stuff like that. and there were less subtle moments as you got drunker - ross resting his head on your shoulder to snuggle you under the guise of being tipsy and tired, asking about new developments in each other's careers (that you already know about lol) in order to give yourselves excuses to give long "congratulatory" hugs, cheek kisses hello and goodbye that accidentally seem to land on the corners of lips. obviously now you're openly a thing, you don't need to do all that, but the quick little touches are great for red carpets and moments where you have to be a bit more professional as members of your respective groups. but you can't go without touching ross, and he's the same with you - you just love each other too much to let it go unaddressed at any point lol <3

[readingslover]

Chapter 8

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As Amory walked into the kitchen in the morning, she stopped in her tracks, noticing sugar, chocolate and flour all over the countertops.

“Whoa, the bomb that wen toff here was a cake?” The short blonde asked, her eyes widened.

“8 hours, 16 ounces of chocolate and 32 cupcakes, and they still don’t taste right. Do you want to try one, maybe you could tell met what’s missing.” The tall blonde offered her friend.

“Sorry, Iz. I’ll have on later, gonna stick with toast and coffie, than you.” She moved to make herself some coffie and put some bread in the toaster.

“These are goor. MArtha Stewart would be pround.” George complimented the baker.

“Yeah, well, look where it got her… There’s something missing, some specific ingrdient.” She scratched her head, as her short friend put some butter on her now toatsed bread. “Why can’t I remember?”

“Look, just call her. Call you mother and ask.” The boy suggested.

“I don’t wanna call my mother.” She answered, seemingly moody. The other two shared a look before shrugging. The small blonde now sat beside him, eating her usual breakfast.

“Good Morning!” Derek came into the kitchen, accompanied by Meredith, adn George offered them a cupcake.

“You know, I like it here. Hey, you said so yourself, you liked having your things around, sleeping in your own bed…” The man pointed out, reaching for the meusli, as the group sat at the table.

“You are like a health nut, aren’t you?” George asked, everyone giving him quizzical looks. “You eat meusli every morning.”

“So what, I also eat the same thing everyday. Let him eat, George.” The young intern complained.

“I don’t” He defended himself.

“Okay, the meusli thing… you do.” The taller blonde pointed out, Amory and George nodding along. “At least, the last seven days.”

“Oh, come one!” The attending approached his girlfirend, meusli and milk in hand. “I haven’t been her for a wholle week… have I?”

“You have.” The short blonde said in a teasing manner.

“See, even they think it’s weird.” Meredith pointed out.

~~~~~~

Cristina, Meredith and Amory now talked to a psychiatrist, trying to find out who a patient belonged to.

“This guy belongs in psych. What are you doing dumping him here?” Cristina complained.

“He’s my gift to you. Had a seizure two days ago, his family thinks he’s dangerous and they had him committed.” The short blonde points our.

“Right, he’s psych, not neuro.” The dirty blonde said, plainly.

“Didn’t you go to med school?” Cristina scoffed.

“Yes, and unlike the correspondence school you three attended…” The psychiatrist insulted

“Oh, that’s to be Stanford, Dartmouth and Yale, right?” The Asian shot back.

“Sorry, ladies. We can’t take him back until he’s cleared.” The man informed.

“So you’re just dumping him on us?” The young intern sassed.

“He thinks his seizures are visions.” He said and left.

“Hello?!” The patient called from his room. “They’re not seizures, i’m psychic.”

“Of course you are, and I’m a chicken.” Cristina retorted, as they entered the room.

“Okay, Mr. Duff, we’re gonna start our work up now.” Meredith smiled at him.

“Work me up, work me down, I’m telling you, it’s a waste of time.” He said right back.

“I need you to grip my fingers, please.” Amory smiled down at him. Just then, the man seemed to zone out. “Hey, Mer, Cristina.” She called out.

The girls looked at the mand and immediatly realised why the girl called them. “Mr. Duff?” The Asian called out.

“Mr. Duff, are you okay?” The short blonde shook his shoulder lightly and he looked right back at her.

“Someone…” He started. “Someone is gonna check out.” At that, Cristina rolled her ayes, the small girl besides her furrowing her brows. “Bye bye.”

“Man, he’s nuts.” The curly-haires woman let out, as the young intern her het lightly.

“I’m dizzy, not deaf, lady. And I’m telling you someone in the fourth floor is gonna die.”

“That’d actually be Dr. Yang, Mr. Duff, not lady.” The young blonde defended her friend with the sickly sweet smile on her face that signalled that she was getting annoyed.

Just then, a voice was heard through the hospital’s speakers. “Code blue, fourth floor. Code blue, fourth floor.” The man raised hus hand as if to say goodbye, in a teasing manner. Meredith and Amory looked at each other with a mix of confusion and shock, Cristina remaining impassive.

~~~~~~

“Botox would do wonders on those frown lines.” The self-proclaimed psychic told Cristina, as she and Amory examined him.

“Okay, shut up.”

“Are allowed to talk to me like that? Is she?” He asked the smaller girl.

“No, but if I pretend I didn’t hear it there is nothing to prove it except your word.” She smiled, slightly annoyed now. Cristina answered him with a hiss.

“God, you’re hot… in a Mrs. Livingstone kind of way.” he smirked, Amory looking at him with a stern look.

“See these spikes on your temporal lobe? It mean you have epilepsy. Not visions, epileptic seizures.” The asain woman pointed out, showing him the paper.

“You think I’m epileptic? That’s so not right.” He answered.

“We don’t think anything, the graphs don’t lie, Mr. Duff.” The younger intern explained. “We’re going to get you an MRI now, to get a closer look at your brain, okay?”

“Yeah, there’s no way…” The patient started, right before entering his trance-like-state once more.

“Mr. Duff? Can you see me? Can you hear me?” The taller woman examined his pupils with a flashlight. “Stay with me.”

“Wouldn’t have picked you for the mommy track, Nurse Betty. Unless, of course, you choose what your friend did.”

Cristina backed away from the patient, shock in her face and Helena’s eyes widened and her soft smile left her face. The smaller girl turned around and left the room, without so much as a goodbye, leaning against the hallway door. She could feel a small anxiety attack rising, feeling vulnerable and expose by the revelation, and she closed her eyes, trying to keep it at bay.

When she saw her friend leave the room, she followed her to the closest on-call room. “Crisitna!” She called, as the woman entered the room.

When she got inside, she saw her sitting on a bunk bed. “What?” She answered, somewhat bluntly.

“I was just checking in on you. Is it… true? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I assure you I won’t tell anyone.” The young intern sat by her, the ever fimilair tightness in her chest rising and losing sensation on her hands. At the sight, her friend’s face softened.

“Thanks, Amory. Was yours true?” She leaned back on the bad.

Amory nodded slightly, tears filling her eyes. “I was nineteen, I thought I would be able to hande it, but it still hurts so much. It’s only been two years…” It was becoming harder to breathe by the second and her hands were now shaking. Cristina looked at her, compassion in her face and her expression soft, as the girl started to breathe more deeply. “I…” The young girl tried to take a deep breath.” I’m sorry, give m-me a minute.”

The young girl moved to another bed, eyes closed and focused on getting her breathing to even out. She held her hands to each other, trying to get feeling back to them. She focused on her sense, tried to rationalize her thoughts and put her head between her legs to keep the dizziness away. Her friend watched, a mixture of compassion and admiration in her eyes. A couple of minutes later, Amory opened her eyes, wiping the tears she’d let fall and sitting back by Crisinia once more, with newfound resolve on her face.

“When I was nineteen, I was r-raped. I got pregnant, and I had a hard time comiing to terms with the decision the end it, but I stand by it. I don’t tell this to anyone, unless it’s needed for a situation, or with my shrink.” She said, her voice now back to it’s usual conviction. “I’m sorry about that…” She waved her hands towards where she’s sat moments earlier, “Just, my anxiety gets worse when I feel to exposed.”

“You don’t have to apology, Amy. Besides, the way you pulled yourself together was pretty amazing.” The older intern said, her shoulder serving as a head rest for her friend.

“I meant to help you out… not the other way around. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you, whether you decide to keep it or not. I’m here.” The younger girl told her friend.

“You know, sometimes even the strongest people need to let others care for them, Amy.” Cristina told the girl, looking down at her. “I have an appointment for the sixteenth, I’m aborting.”

“Do you mind if I ask…” The young girl was unsure of how to pose her question. “I’m assuming it’s Burke’s. Does… does he know?”

“I’m not planning on telling him.”

“Okay, then… I won’t say anything either.” The friends say like that in silence for a whil, finding comfort in each other.

~~~~~~

After Cristina got of the case, Amory and Izzie get their patient in the CT machine.

“You’re into me, I can tell.” He tells Izzie, making Amory slightly roll her eyes. “Doctor small-and-angry was a hot appetiser, but you both are a smorgasbord of lust.”

The small doctor is clearly trying her best to ignore the mas, as the older intern warns him. “Mr. Duff, you’re pressing your luck.”

“Would you press it for me?” He asks with a smirk, Amory finally shooting him one of her famous reprimanding glares.

“God, that look is just like the one my mother used to give me.” He shiver slightly.

“Yeah, it’s her specialty.” The tall blonde chuckled.

“I hope you’re not claustrophobic.” Amory said with a sickly sweet smile, as he stared at her friend.

“You’re staring at me, stop.”

“I’m staring at you sweetheart, but it’s the strangest thing, I’m hungry for a chocolate cupcake.” Amory’s eyes widened once again at the affirmation.

“What did you just say?” The tall intern questioned him.

“A chocolate cupcake. Maybe one of those with the white squiggle on the frosting. Could you oblige?”

“What, do I still have some chocolate in my face or in my hear or something? I know the drill, so keep it up. Next, you’ll be reading mu cards, telling me my dead uncle is in the room.” The tall blonde rose her brows and the small girl’s eyes looked around her discreetly.

“Is he?” The man questioned.

“I don’t have a dead uncle.”

“Now, Mr. Duff, time to get in the machine.” The small girl patted it slightly and send him in.

~~~~~~

Cristina and Amory now sat at a desk, the former playing around with her food and the second eating her chicken sandwich while reading through another article she printed earlier in the week.

“If that’s turkey, can I have some?” George arrives, asking for their friend’s untouched food.

“It’s soggy.”

“Maybe it’ll kill you and solve everything.” Alex deadpanned, as he followed George to sit down.

“Hey!” Amory hit his arm. “Why do you always wish death upon others? George’s not dying.”

“I could have gottan that intubation. I’m good at intubations.” The short man complained.

“Why does everything in the hospital smell like a hospital?” Meredith asked them out of the belu, leaving right after, as Izzie joined the group.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, George. Everybody makes mistaked.” The tall blonde recommends.

“Just don’t make the same mistake twice. That way it won’t have been for nothing.” Amory share once again a piece of her advise.

“You know, I’m good at a lot of things.” George squeaks, as his short friend pats his shoulder.

“We know you are, George.” The small blonde reassured him.

“You know what? I’m gonna tell you something. Hey, George, you need to get laid.” Cristina begins. “See that nurse over there? She’s single, she’s got red ahir, go ask her out.”

“Oh, Olivia? She’s cute, you should try it.” The younger intern encouraged, still in denial about her feelings towards the boy.

“In case you forgot, I intubated an esophagus!”

“Dudde, you’re tweaking. Maybe you should go see that psychic…” Alex teased.

“Mr. Duff is not a psychic.” Izzie yelled, annoyed.

“I am trying to help you!” The Asain woman told George. “Go buy her a latte and freshen up your gonads please!”

“If you want I could ask her for you!” Amory smiled at the boy.

As Izzie looked at her phone, she noticed her friend’s looks. “Shut up!”

“It’s not too late to call her, you know. I’m sure you have good reasons not to, but you can still change your mind.” The short blonde advised her friend.

“Yeah, moms like that, surprises on their birthdays. You know, it’s very hallmark.” George encouraged the tall blonde, earning himself a slight smile. At the lach of an answer both the boy and the shorter girl left.

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“Izzie, he’s already said no, why do you keep insisting?” Amory asked her friend, who dragged her to their patient’s room.

“Maybe if you tell him the same thing he’ll listen? I don’t know, okay, but please try?” The taller one pleaded.

The short blonde went silent for a moment thinking through her options. “Okay, fine, I’ll talk to him.”

“Yay, okay, thank you.” The tall blonde gave her a quick hug and they both entered the room.

“Mr. Duff? We’re here with te consent forms again.” The young intern started off.

“You really need to sign them. Your surgeon scheduled the OR.” As they noticed the man looking straight ahead, the girls looked at each other. “Mr. Duff, are you alright? Are you having another seizure?”

They approached him, looking at his monitor. “Yeah, I think maybe I am.” He answered.

“What is it?” The smaller girl aksed, resistant to hear the answer.

“It’s me…” Tears filled the man’s eyes. “I think it’s about to be over.”

“Mr. Duff, you saw the angio result. We’re doing the AVM just in time. No need to worry, we know what we’re doing.” The short girl tranquilizes their patient, kindness in her voice.

“You don’t need to be nervous, you’re not going to die. Promise.” Izzie assured him, Amory shooting her a glare. She knew that the girl shouldn’t be promising life, even if the odds were favourable.

“I’m not talking about dying.” He went silent for a moment. “My whole life has been about what I see, about believing in myself, whatever people think. You’re telling me there’s a very good chance that will go away.”

“Look, you’re a healthy guy. You’re gonna live a long, full life.” The tall blonde said.

“And, think of it like this, if your visions truly are real, then you have to believe you’ll still have them after the surgery. If you don’t, then you’ll have the rest of your life ahead of you, to discover this new version of yourself.” Amory looked at him, trying to give the best advice she could.

Izzie gave the patient the paperwork and he signed it. The man looked away, clearly scared for his future but, as the surgeons left the room he called out for Amory. “Dr. Madden?”

“Yes?” The small girl turned around, her friend already left the room.

“I know you try to ignore it, so I’m giving you a push; you like him, don’t let him slip away.” The blonde blushed, knowing exactly who he meant.

~~~~~~

As the interns sat in the tunnels, Amory laid in a bed, her legs over Meredith’s, while she finished her article she started earlier that day.

“I tirend to talk Shepherd out of that clot surgery. what is wrong with me?” Meredith let out.

“Basically, you tried to kill the guy.” Alex teased.

“Basically, you’re an ass.” Cristina shot back, Amory letting out a little laugh at the altercation.

“You know you want it…” Alex joked, before being cut off.

“Mer, you couldn’t have known. It’s another thing that makes us interns and Shepherd is an attending. We don’t have the experience to know better.” The small girl reassured their friend.

George then came in, pointing to his ID picture. “This is George. George has… a hot date.”

Amory’s head shot up in denial. Thinking she’ll now never get the chance.

“Who? Olivia?” The boy nodded at his closest friend’s question. “Yes, I told you she was nice.” The girl squealed, excited, covering the sadness taking over he features.

“Aw, that’s great, George.” Meredith told him.

“Left pocket of my lab coat. No glove, no love.” Alex stood up and George reached for his pocket, Amory watching with slight discomfort.

“I mean, sure, if Alex has to be a manwhore at least he does it with protection.” Amory giggled and the boy in question faked an offended look.

George sat in a wheelchair next to the group as Alex left an Izzie sighed. “Our psychic had his surgery.” The girl informed.

“Yeah?”

“I wonder what happened with his… gift.” The tall blonde finished.

“Come one, we all know he’s crazy.” Cristina commented, Amory looking at her knowingly.

“I thought you said you didn’t believe in that stuff.” Meredith told the tall model.

“I grew up in a trailer park, I waited tables, which was supposed to put me through college, but my mother was always calling these… psychics. All the time. And the bills started piling up so I had to use my money to pay them. when I turned eighteen I left, never went back.” The woman explained. “This guy has been saying things to me, things he couldn’t possibly know anything about, so I just… wonder.”

“Well, I don’t know if I believe that stuff, but he did say some things that he shouldn’t have known…” Amory revealed. The group fell in silence, changing the topic shortly after.

~~~~~~

As Amory lay on her bed, at the end of the long day, she shuffled through her article, but couldn’t bring herself to pay any attention to it. It has been a hard day, filled with anxiety and past events coming up.  So she decided to do the one thing that could always get her mind off something like this. She put on some of her favorite music and danced it out. Unknown about the boy that was standing outside her room.

[freckled-moss]

Autumn Tea Chapter 4

Lockwood & Co.🌸Historical AU🌸Locklyle

1575 words

Chapter 3 , Chapter 5

Part One

“Good morning, sir,” Lucy entered Mr. Lockwood’s office the next morning with his tea.

He looked up from the papers he was working on and smiled at her, “Good morning, Ms. Carlyle.”

She walked towards his desk in silence and yet again placed his tea on the small exposed bit of desk before turning to leave.

“Ms. Carlyle?”

She stalled at the door and turned back towards him. He was looking at her with a face she couldn’t quite pin down.

“Do you enjoy gardening?”

Lucy paused, not expecting the question. Mr. Lockwood was still staring at her. Had he seen her working the other day? Was he offended that she thought his garden needed work?

“Yes, Mr. Lockwood,” her worries hardly showed in her voice.

“Good, I was thinking I needed somebody to start working on the gardens. In case company visits, you know, and thought it would be quite convenient if someone already here knew how to do it.” He backed up in his chair and began rummaging in a lower drawer, “I had already asked Holly about it, but she said she didn’t nor did she know anyone. So I guess luck would have it that you do.”

He seemed to have found the thing he was looking for with an “Ah!” and his head popped up to look at her again before he brought it out, “Of course, that’s if you have the time to.”

“Yes, Mr. Lockwood. I’d be happy to.”

He smiled as if he knew she would say yes, “Wonderful. Here, take these.” Finally, he brought out what he had been looking for, and Lucy saw baby blue, women’s gardening gloves in his hands. She tentatively took them from him, and when her hand brushed his she found they were much softer than she was expecting. “Tell me if you need any other equipment.”

He smiled once more. This one seemed to lighten the room as he beamed, and Lucy bowed lightly (she still didn’t know if she should, but better safe than sorry) and left the room.

In the hall, she smiled to herself.

Sweep the entrance, dust the drawing rooms, clean the dishes…

And now,

Work on the garden.

Part Two

Anthony Lockwood, despite George’s claims, was beginning to like Ms. Carlyle’s “too sweet” tea. The sugar coated his tongue nicely and the lesser amount of milk let the water properly wash it away.

He looked back to his work.

Finally, the linens had been found. They were in Oxford, apparently, and Anthony was in the process of writing a letter to the shipment manager.

Her hands were calloused.

Finishing the letter, he stuck it in an envelope, sealed it with wax, and set it aside to give to George later.

Just the fingertips, though, her palm was soft.

He picked up the next paper. It was a letter from Fittes Enterprising.

Why were they calloused?

The letter discussed the business trip he was taking next week to Paris. They were offering him lodging. He still needed to create an itemized list of what trade needed to be discussed.

He wanted to hold them.

Part Three

“Lucy!” Holly waved her down from the stairs, “I apologize for not seeing you this morning! I’m still not used to having another hand in cleaning.”

“It’s alright, Holly,” Lucy stopped sweeping to look up at her, “Perhaps you should just write me a list of greetings and duties to paste on the door?”

“Oh no, that’s much too impersonal,” she seemed genuinely offended at the implication, and Lucy giggled.

“Mr. Lockwood gave me another job.”

Holly seemed surprised, “Did he now? What was it?”

“Just to clean the garden,” Lucy shrugged, “Didn’t you know? He said he also asked you about it.”

Holly stood for a moment as if she was trying to remember something, “Oh… oh, yes!” she smiled, “It must have slipped my mind. Anyway, you don’t have any new duties today. Do be on time for preparing lunch, though.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she mockingly saluted, and now Holly giggled.

Lucy watched as Holly turned and walked away down the west hall. She had never thought she’d be able to make such fast friends, especially with a girl who giggled over shop windows. Her mother always told her not to bother with girls of that type. She had better things to do.

What did Mother know anyway?

She found her chores were easy. She swept the floor and dusted the rooms quite quickly and found she still had a half hour before she needed to head to the kitchens for lunch. She supposes she could start working on the garden, but she wouldn’t get much done, and decided she should instead explore the rest of the estate. She should probably be well-acquainted with where she lives, after all.

She chose the hall that leads into the second floor of the east wing (there were three floors to the estate, not including the basement). It was quite a dark hall, the west wing seemed much more lived in, and she continued down it without running into anything particularly interesting for a while. Paintings and shelves filled with trinkets and artifacts spotted the walls like they did in the drawing room she was interviewed in.

Eventually, she came across two large double doors that were slightly cracked open, and upon peering inside, found that it was a library.

She had never seen so many books at once. She doesn’t think her old house even had one in it. She wandered further in, looking up at the filled shelves.

Three windows lined the back wall and looked out into the forest surrounding the back of the estate. Sunlight filtered through them and the beams highlighted bits of dust in the air. In the middle of the room was a table, and off to the sides in little clusters were armchairs or sofas. A mini staircase sectioned off another balcony floor that contained even more shelving.

It was beautiful.

All the books were different colors, and the furniture had similar engravings as that of her bed. Mr. Lockwood seemed to have a liking to the designer.

She wandered towards a shelf near her and looked at the books.

Richard II, King John, Macbeth-

“Ms. Carlyle?”

She jumped and gave an embarrassing squeak before turning around. Mr. Lockwood stood behind the railing on the balcony.

Part Four

Anthony most certainly did not expect someone to enter the library while he looked over the histories, but the door most certainly opened.

Standing from the armchair on the balcony, he walked to the railing expecting to see George ready to inform him of something or Holly ready to clean. Instead, he saw Lucy Carlyle crouched over the Shakespeare section.

For a second, he didn’t say anything at all. Her demeanor was changed from how he always saw her, full of wonder.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and her shoulders were relaxed. He wanted to join in quiet companionship, but stopped himself. Unprofessional.

“Ms. Carlyle?” he said instead.

She jumped with a squeal, and he felt bad for startling her, but found her reaction a bit cute despite himself.

“Mr. Lockwood!”

“I’m sorry to startle you. I wasn’t expecting company.”

“Neither was I…”

There was an awkward lull. Ms. Carlyle looked awkwardly at the ground, and Anthony wished he hadn’t said anything at all, for then she would still be looking at the books with that gaze of wonder.

He had said something, though, so he would say more to try to fix the mistake.

“Do you enjoy reading?” he started down the stairs as she replied.

“Oh, I don’t know. I can read, but we never had many books around where I grew up.”

He went to stand beside her then. She looked up, and he smiled. She seemed to relax.

He hadn’t properly noticed before, but her hair was quite short. The part not covered by her bonnet barely reached past her chin, and he wondered if the rest was the same.

“Well, I won’t mind if you borrow some of these,” he gestured at the many shelves, “I certainly have enough.”

She looked surprised before she smiled the grin that looked a bit more like a grimace, “Thank you, Mr. Lockwood, but I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Let me suggest something then,” he grinned before he started off toward a shelf on the further side of the room, “You might like Evelina, though one of my personal favorites is Robinson Crusoe.” He scoured through the books before pulling out the two mentioned, and turned towards her. “Here you are.”

“Thank you, but you really don’t need to.”

“I insist.” He smiled once again, and she finally seemed to completely relax. Anthony could feel his grin soften as she took the books from him and held them to her chest. “I’ll be off then. Have a good day, Ms. Carlyle,” he said, and walked past her towards the door.

“Mr. Lockwood?”

He spun around, “Yes?”

She was still turned away from him, but slowly pivoted until the sun from the windows highlighted her profile.

“Call me Lucy, please.”

“…of course,” he breathed. He stood, staring for maybe a second, then turned and walked out the door.

Anthony Lockwood never considered himself a religious man, but Lucy Carlyle’s silhouette against the soft sunlight glow was the closest thing to ever turning him devout. 

[clairethecutepup]

Peach Creek Mini-sode Idea: "Sarah's Best Helper"

Click "Keep reading" for script and author's commentary. *Note: There is no actual affiliation with George Abingdon and Peach Creek's production, this is a simple fan idea and fan image.

*Scene opens with Sarah and Jimmy in the former’s bedroom: it’s a tad updated, more fitting of a teenager than a little girl, so there’s not as many stuffed animals and it looks less “childish.” Sarah is at her desk, with some papers strewn about and the appropriate textbooks.*

Sarah: Thanks for helping me, Jimmy… Math sure can get annoying, sometimes.

Jimmy: Not at all, Dear Sarah~. You know I’m always happy to help out a friend in need-- or, anyone in general.

Sarah: You really are one of the sweetest guys we know, Jimmy. What would I ever do, without you?

*Jimmy looks smug and proud, knowing full well he’s still successfully kept up the ruse: a sweet and innocent boy, who only wants to help make everyone’s lives easier. Then, he leans down and taps the desk.*

Jimmy: So, what’s the difficult question that’s giving you such a needlessly hard time?

Sarah: It’s this one right here, where you have to--

*Ed suddenly pops up, right in between them. Sarah’s raising an eyebrow, while Jimmy seems furious at the intrusion.*

Ed: Hi, Baby Sister! Are you still having trouble with your homework?

Jimmy: Pardon me, but I’m more than capable of helping Sarah-- ALONE.

*Ed is still smiling, despite the harsh expression and tone of Jimmy’s.*

Ed: Do not worry, Jimmy, as Sarah’s big brother, I know how to help my little sister!

Jimmy: Well, as both Sarah’s best friend and preferred individual, I think I might be of more use. Let’s not forget, you haven’t exactly proven yourself the most… “mentally powerful,” to put it mildly.

*Now, Ed seems a tad upset.*

Ed: Big brothers are good at helping baby sisters, it is what they’re meant for!

Jimmy: Well, I’m afraid school matters still aren’t your strongest suit.

*Sarah is resting her head on a hand, as she clearly seems annoyed.*

Sarah: Listen Ed, I’m glad you want to help and all, but I have to agree with Jimmy: he seems like he’d be a better fit for this.

*Jimmy smugly and faintly sticks his tongue out, while Ed furrows his monobrow. The former then shoos away the latter.*

Jimmy: You heard her: off with you now… Go on.

*Ed sadly walks off, but gets an idea.*

Jimmy: Now that the appropriate (and actual) manner of help is all that remains, let’s get started on--

*Ed reappears, with a grilled cheese sandwich in hand*

Ed: I know how I can help, in a way that you will feel more comfortable with: brains work better, when they do not have empty stomachs under them!

*Jimmy is annoyed again, while Sarah smiles and reaches for it.*

Sarah: Huh, I actually am a little hungry, so maybe that would help…

*Jimmy intercepts, with a chocolate cupcake that’s dressed with whip cream and a peppermint atop.*

Jimmy: Actually, I think a nice, deliciously baked treat would better help jog your mind. After all, it’s far lighter and won’t risk actually hindering your mental process, by not providing too many carbohydrates and the like. Plus, mintiness does help perk people up.

Ed: But Sarah loves grilled cheese! You even tried giving her some, to help her feel better, when she had a bad cold, way back when!

Jimmy: Yes, and that’s because cheese is better for a cold than it is a mind stumped by hunger… 

Sarah: Look, I like cheese sandwiches and your baked sweets, so maybe you could just leave both for me and I’ll grab whichever I feel like--?

Ed: She is my sister, Jimmy, so I know what Sarah will like and need most!

Jimmy: Well, are you also her best friend? I think not and believe I know her better, in that regard.

Sarah: What I “need” is some help finding out what “X” is, so if we could just--

Ed: Do not worry, Sarah! I know the answer: it is a letter!

Jimmy: She means what number it’s supposed to be, my simpleminded “friend”...

Ed: Oh, right… I shall--!

*Jimmy pushes his face away with a hand*

Jimmy: I believe Sarah just told you that she’d prefer my help, with homework-related matters?

Sarah: I’m about to prefer neither of you, if you keep this annoying fight up; we’re not getting anywhere like this!

Ed: I can still help, Sarah! Do you want something to drink, with your grilled cheese? Drinks can help make your belly feel even fuller and make your brain think even better!

*Jimmy holds up a soda can, which is a Sprite parody*

Jimmy: If she needs anything to go with her cupcake, I made and gave her, then it should be some Spritz. As her best friend, I know she’d appreciate it most.

Ed: I can get you soda, too, Sarah!

*Ed runs out and runs back in, with a giant pile of them in arms; however, he ends up dropping one on the ground and slipping on it, so the rest go flying-- right on top of Jimmy.*

Sarah: Jimmy…! Ed, just get out of here!!

Ed: I can still help, Sarah! See? More light, so Baby Sister can see her paper better!

*He ends up pulling both curtains and rod off the wall*

Ed: Whoops…

*Sarah growls and just throws him out, slamming the door shut behind him. Jimmy pats Sarah’s shoulder, after she sits down.*

Jimmy: There, there, not everyone can be so helpful…

Sarah: I try to be better to him, I really do… But, he’s just so annoying sometimes… 

Jimmy: Fear not, Sarah. You’re doing your best, but some people can be quite trying…

Sarah: I guess…

Jimmy: Well, now that it’s just us again, perhaps we can finally tackle those difficult questions.

Sarah: Yeah…

*Jimmy frowns at his friend’s clear regret in still repeating her usual, temperamental attitude. Then, he smiles at the pile of Spritz soda*

Jimmy: Here, you can still enjoy a nice helping of your favorite--

*He opens one of the cans for her-- only to accidentally spray her in the face AND her paper! When she sees it, she growls and Jimmy offers a nervous grin. Outside, Ed’s pawing at the door and whimpering, like a dog, until Jimmy flies out and into him. As they’re lying on the ground, Ed notices the fallen cupcake and grabs it.*

Ed: Oh boy! Can I have this, if Sarah didn’t want it?

Jimmy: (... And you people wonder why exactly my hatred isn’t reserved for simply Eddy…)

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Author's Comments:

Man, the PC style can be fun to draw in sometimes. I guess even I need a break from generically anime-seeming artwork, despite it essentially being my main style. I also want to make a comic version of this, but in my own style because it'd be easier and less like I'm trying to pose as an authentic producer of actual PC content.

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Stardew updates? I have a chicken coop and a barn now. I’ve got my hens, Poppy and Coco, and my cows, Rosie and Marigold. I love them so much oh my goodness.

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Warnings: smut, choking, language, female oral receiving.

Summary: Your brother George Russell invited your whole time football crush to see him race and it happens so much more than that.

Miss Monaco

Third pov

You were bored of your mind when you decided to come support your brother in the formula one gp in monaco

He was a driver in the Mercedes team so obviously you had to support his team and root for your brother and only hope for the best

This gp was huge, and everyone who was famous was coming even footballers which was one of the major reasons you wanted to come to see your brother race

You were a massive Chelsea fan, obviously not forgetting the huge crush you had on Mason Mount and so for that, your brother George invited him to come watch the race with a vip pass.

You were having a drink with your best friend when she choked on the drink while looking behind me making me take off my eyes of my phone

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”- I asked confused looking at her worried “Uhm yeah I am!!! I’m just curious, did your brother tell you he invited THE Mason Mount????” She said making me widen my eyes

I looked behind me and saw him. I saw Mason making his way over my brother with a huge smile on his face and making all the girls fall at his feet

I looked at George who was standing on the table next to ours just to be welcomed with a wide smirk toying on his face just because of my reaction.

I got up of my seat, adjusted my skirt, and started to walk towards my brother just so I could give a go towards him until Mason hadn’t arrived because of fans asking for pictures.

“Do you think that’s funny George??” I asked making him laugh and nod his head making me roll my eyes

“Hi George sorry I’m late, you know what’s like the fans and stuff” a voice was heard and I instantly widened my eyes because I recognised the voice

“Mason!! Hi, so glad you accepted my invitation. How’s the f1 deput so far for you?” My brother asked making me look at Mason and taking him in

He laughed and said “honestly its been great, the views are to die for!!!” He looked around and his eyes landed on me making the corner of his lips twitch a little to hide a smirk that wanted to come out

“And the girls are breathtaking as well” he said while looking at my eyes and then moving them to my brother

“Oh I agree!! Apologise, this is my sister Y/n! She’s a big fan of yours” he made sure to let that clear making me get pissed off

“Oh is she?” He asked, finally letting that smirk come out and looking at me “Hi there, I’m Mason but of course you already know that don’t you?”

His cocky answer made me scoff and smile while taking his hand and nod “Hi! Yes I am indeed a big fan”

He took my hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my hand without tearing his eyes off mine and smiled.

“Good to know that!! Uhm, George I believe the race starts at 15 right?” He asked my brother seeing him nod “lets have dinner after it then?”

“Oh yeah for sure! Also Mason can you stay with my sister? Her friend seemed to have disappeared and I don’t want her to stay alone while i race” this made me look at him and clench my jaw at whatever he was trying to do

“Yeah absolutely, she’ll be safe with me” Mason said looking at me and I smiled at him.

The race was fast enough in finishing and we already had dinner and we were on the way to a nightclub.

We had all agreed to go to a nightclub and rent a private room for the whole group and be able to be together to enjoy it without any idiot coming to approach us or without an older fan of the boys coming to them.

We had just arrived at the club where sexual vibe music was playing, the strong smell of alcohol penetrating the nostrils of the entire group.

We had all arranged a meeting and we had already talked about how we missed a good party that wasn't at home and a good drinking night well spent.

We entered the disco and walked right away to the rented room, we had chosen a room where the vibe was very sexual due to the lights and the music that passed.

We all sat down on the huge couch that was placed there and we all started to enjoy the night while we talked and ordered glasses of drink one after the other, this evening really promised.

Let me tell you that Mason had an outfit on his body that made him hotter than usual and I was already getting a little horny.

I felt like teasing him just to test my waters, on the dinner i was sitting in front of him and he was always eyeing me up and down biting his lips and getting me all worked up.

I decided to get up and go dance, knowing well that his eyes would be on me all the time even if my brother was standing a bit next to him.

I looked at him and saw him man spreading while looking at me, I couldn’t fully understand what was it but I wanted him.

I walked over to Mason and sat on his lap watching him move a little uncomfortable, pointing out that he had a huge boner. I smiled innocently at him and kissed his cheek, slowly going down to his neck making him pull me closer to him creating a certain friction inside his pants.

"Are you okay babe?" I asked innocently leaving his lap, sitting on the couch while he looked at me in frustration making me start laughing with his gaze.

He looked at me like I was insane for just teasing him and made me look at his boner

“Do you think this is funny?” He asked and I nodded “You did the same to me at the dinner, I had to make sure this wasn’t a one sided thing” I said shrugging.

He pulled me to his lap again and squeezed my leg

The song 'Confident' by Justin Bieber started to play, but this version was a sexier and slower version leaving a tense vibe in the air and Mason’s sexual frustration was more visible as he didn't let go of me for anything giving a kiss or another on my neck while I drank my vodka.

I put the glass down anyway and gave Mason my full attention, his eyes were already on mine and the lust was so visible in his brown eyes. I nibbled on my lip and pulled him in for a slow, long kiss.

Kissing him for the first time was eating me up and making all my insides burn feeling him squeeze my leg even more which made me scratch the back of his neck.

Mason wasted no time in returning the kiss and  showing all the desire he was having for me at the time while the music was playing.

He brought his lips to my neck and left very visible marks that would probably last a week or more on my neck and I was loving the feeling and the adrenaline was so intense that I could be sure I would be willing to let him fuck me in public.

He brought his mouth to my ear and started leaving light bites on my lobe while I unbuttoned a little bit of his shirt. He groaned in my ear and I rolled my eyes in a pleasant way, his hoarse voice worked wonders down here and I didn't know how much longer I was going to put up with this whole teasing shit.

"Can we take this whole party to the nearest bathroom where I can fuck you with all the desire I have right now?" He whispered in my ear as he squeezed my neck a little. I bit my lip and opened my eyes, nodding at his proposal. A fuck in the bathroom and the adrenaline of being almost caught? Yes please.

Mason p.o.v

I leaned Y/n on the bathroom door just after we entered, she smirked at me and I wasted no time in kissing her so I could get that smile that was so damaging to my sanity and taking control just for one night.

She wasted no time in putting her arms around my neck, returning the kiss. The kiss brought lust and desire to the fore which was a sensation that was killing me

I grabbed her wrists with my hand, pressing her further against the door, feeling the volume inside my pants grow even more because I was so impatient with what was going to happen.

I bit her lip listening to her moan low with the sensation, I pulled her closer to me without ever separating our lips as she rummaged her wrists in my hand wanting to break free.

I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter, checking if the door was locked so we wouldn't be interrupted by anyone, and moved away from her to watch her completely out of breath.

I smirked when I saw her breathing so hard, I took my hands to her legs and scratched her thighs slowly making her pull me by the collar and press our lips again urgently.

I removed my lips from hers, attacking her neck with more kisses and bites just as I had done in the room where all of our friends were, it didn't matter to me if everyone was seeing it.

At least I was going to fuck a gorgeous girl in a bathroom, she scratched the back of my neck while I brought my lips to her chest and squeezed her thighs to give her a feeling that I was calling her mine without saying a word.

Y/n moaned in my ear after I left a very visible mark on her left breast, I never had heard her moan but it was starting to sound like music to my ears and I would never get tired of listening to this specific song.

I took both my hands to the hem of her underpants teasing her as if I was going to pull them down just to see her reaction, I looked her in the eye and saw lust spread across her brown eyes.

I bit my lip and put her right leg on top of my shoulder, placing kisses on the inside of her thigh, hearing her let out an almost inaudible groan.

“Mason…” she said in between moans making me smirk

When I reached her groin, I left a trail of kisses planted there while playing with the hem of her underpants, I felt her hands pull my hair and I used the cue to make a hickey on her groin while looking at her.

Fuck me, that vision she was giving me now was of gods. Her back arched and her head against the mirror, her mouth ajar and her eyes closed as if she was getting closer to her orgasm with only my teasing.

I removed her underpants and then put both her legs on top of my shoulders, I didn't waste any time in taking my mouth to her pussy, starting to suck her as if her liquids tasted like my favorite candy, her small hands wasted no time in starting to pull my hair while I sucked her mercilessly, her moans were so loud but they were drowned out by the sound of the music being even louder.

It didn't take long for her to come, squirting in my face making me start laughing, this meant that I was so good with my mouth that I made a girl squirt on the first time sleeping with her.

Before I started to do anything else, I washed my face and dried it with a towel that was in the bathroom. I walked over to her again, placing me between her legs, which were still shaking from the orgasm she had provided.

"Is this enough or do you want more?" I asked even though I knew the answer she was going to give me she smiled at me pulling my face to be close to hers making me give her a smirk, my eyes having nothing but pure lust in them.

"I want you to fuck me in this bathroom" she said without hesitation making me moisten my lips because they were so dry.

I started to kiss her after the answer she had given me as she started to loosen my belt and unbutton the button that helped keep my pants on.

My pants dropped making me stay only on boxers, she removed the shirt from my body and put it next to her underpants and I made sure to lower my boxers by getting my dick out of it.

She took her hand to my cock giving it a light squeeze and I took my hand to her neck, squeezing a little in response, I inserted my dick into her and wasted no time teasing her with slow thrusts.

I started making strong thrusts reaching her G-spot whenever I moved, her hands made their way up to my back, pulling me closer to her while I hid my face in the curve of her neck.

Her moans were louder and louder and I felt her nails dig into my back drawing lines all over them, I knew that the next day my back would be badly scratched and I didn't even care.

“Fuck y/n you’re squeezing me so tight. Does this mean I’m fucking you that good?” I asked in between groans while making her moan even more

“Fuck Mason… you’re fucking me so well. Who would’ve thought” I heard her say between moans and that made me speed up my thrusts

We both came in seconds and I groaned in her ear after pouring my liquid into her. I rode her out of the orgasm we both just had with slow thrusts what was making her moan a little bit.

I looked at her and waited until our breathing was calmed to get out of her and get dressed.

I saw her get dressed as well and fixing her hair, I got behind her and pressed a few kisses on her shoulder making her smile

“This was perhaps the best sex I’ve ever had in my life Mount.”

Yeah I had won the day.

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Can We Always Be This Close? Forever And Ever. Part II (Harry Potter: Fred Weasley)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Fred Weasley Y/N has been friends with the Weasley twins for a long time. Despite her quaint Hufflepuff charm, their peers and professors are often stunned at her level of involvement in the twins’ infamous pranks. When Fred sees Y/N spending time with his twin brother during their Christmas holiday at the Burrow, he can’t help but decide it’s finally time to do something about the girl that he’s always been in love with. tw: none really, just some jealous freddie followed by fluff :) word count: 2.1k

Part I

The next morning you awoke to the sound of several pots banging and clanging against each other downstairs. While this normally this might be concerning in your household, this was quite typical for the Burrow. And in true Weasley fashion, Molly required the help of all the Weasley children to help. 

  Rolling out of bed you slipped your feet into your slides. Making no effort to change out of your pajamas you tied your hair into the messy bun and exited onto the stair landing. You were met with Harry and Hermione who also seemed to have been awakened by the commotion downstairs.

 “Good Morning Y/N!” Hermione greeted.

 “Mornin’ Mione” you mumbled, a sleepy response evident of the lack of sleep you got last night, too busy thinking about your non-situation with Fred.

 “Harry” you greeted.

 “Morning Y/N. Feeling alright?” Harry asked. The look he gave you told you that you must’ve looked worse than you thought.  

 “Just peachy”

 Continuing down the stairs, the smell of fresh bacon and all the other breakfast amazingness you could imagine infiltrated your senses. Your eyes widened at the placement of all the food on the table. Hogwarts had some of the best food that you had ever eaten, but nothing, nothing could come close to Molly Weasley’s kitchen.  

 “This looks incredible Molly” you complimented, to which Molly smiled bashfully.

 “Just wait until you try everything dear” 

 “Oh yes Molly” Fred mocked.

 “Just absolutely incredible” George continued.

 Waiting until Molly’s back was turned you quickly flipped the twins off, a muggle gesture that you had become accustomed to using with them. Taking the closest seat to the mountain of pastries you waited patiently as everyone began to settle down and take their spots at the table, Hermione joining you on your right. 

 Fred was making his way over to you with a glass and pitcher of pumpkin juice. Before he could set anything down George had come crashing into the only remaining seat next to you. He smiled up at Fred, who had quickly replaced his smile at you with an annoyed and pointed look at George. He set everything down before taking the seat across from you, Ron on his right and Ginny on his left. 

 Ginny, Hermione, and you engaged in a fascinating conversation about muggle celebrities, specifically male celebrities. Ginny had asked about Ryan Gosling to which you and Hermione both swooned. This caught the attention of the boys, who until this point were in a heated conversation about quidditch. 

 “Say Y/N, What do you reckon is the most attractive feature for a lad you fancy?” George asked, his eyes briefly meeting Fred’s. This however, went unnoticed by you. 

 “Uhm, not sure. I’m more about personality, but it definitely doesn’t hurt if they’re easy on the eyes,” you giggled.

 “Go on,” George pressed.

 “Well, I’d like him to be tall, not super tall, just taller than me. Toned but not too buff, that looks weird. He would have to be a genuinely nice person, not just to me, but to everyone. Funny! yeah, that’s the one. Have to be able to make me laugh.” Ginny and Hermione agreed with everything you had said, nodding their heads in understanding and occasionally muttering an “oh yeah” or “that’s a good one”

 “Well, would you look at that boys, little Y/N here just described me perfectly,” George stated. He flexed his left arm and gave it a kiss before moving his right arm so that it laid across your shoulders. 

 If looks could kill, George would be a dead man and his twin brother would go down for his death. You smiled amusedly at the sight of the two boys in front of you. Believe it or not this was a common occurrence. George would shamelessly flirt with you and seem to get a rise out of Fred. You often didn’t think much of it, but with your recent self-confession, you couldn’t help but hope that Fred felt the same way. 

 “Nice try Georgie, but you’re not my type”

 Breakfast soon ended and while Molly returned to her busy work around the house, the rest of you kids decided to play a “friendly” game of quidditch. Quidditch was a particularly nasty sport in general, but with the competitiveness of the Weasley siblings adding fuel to the fire, there was always a sure promise of chaos. 

 You stood in the snow with Hermione, admiring the view of the brooms flying above, every now and then one of them blocking the light of the sun. Despite the warmth of the sun, the air was still cold and with even the smallest of breaths you could see the steam come off your tongue. You had changed into a pair of weather-proof pants, bundled in your house sweater, scarf, and gloves, all topped off by a long winter coat, reaching close to your knees. 

 Ginny and Fred were one team with Fred playing as a chaser and Ginny as keeper. The other team consisted of Ron as keeper and George chasing the quaffle with Fred. Harry had agreed to fly around as a neutral member and look for the snitch, which when he found it, the team with the most points would win. Safe for you and Hermione, the bludgers stayed locked away in their crate. 

 The game began and Harry took off into the sky and quickly our view behind the fields and trees surrounding the Burrow. You watched as George and Fred flew by, often tossing the quaffle at the posts before quickly flying back to their respective ends. The scores were fairly even. Ginny held the quaffle in her hands, George whispering something in Fred’s ear. This seemed to upset Fred, who sped off towards the goal post and snatching it from Ginny’s hand. You and Hermione sat up a little, intrigued by the apparent turn of events. You couldn’t believe your eyes as you saw Fred hurl the quaffle in George’s direction. Hitting the side of his broom it knocked him down a few feet in the air. George seemed surprise, but not enough that he didn’t expect it. He had to have said something that he knew would warrant a reaction like that out of Fred. With the twins’ the game ended sooner than Harry could’ve found the snitch. 

As everyone made their way back to the Burrow you waited for Fred as he put away his spare broom and quidditch balls back in the shack. Lightly swaying back and forth outside the door, you weren’t sure what you were going to say. Was he going to be upset with you? Why would he be upset with you?

He stepped out of the shack, quickly glancing over you to you before continuing to walk back towards the house. You awkwardly stayed in your spot, were you supposed to awkwardly follow along? Before you could think about it for any longer, Fred stopped. He turned to look at you, reaching his hand out so that you place yours in his.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asked.

You took a few steps forward and reached to place your hand with his. Fingers intertwining, you looked up at Fred. His cheeks and nose were slightly pink, whether it was because of your sudden closeness, or the cold winter air was a mystery to you. You grazed your thumb across his hand as you continued to walk up the path to the Burrow. Stepping into the house, hands still intertwined you followed him up the stairs to his and George’s shared room on the second floor.

You passed George on the landing who looked down at your and Fred’s hands. A knowing grin expanded across his face.

“Have fun you two!” he stated.

“Shut it,” Fred replied.

Taking a seat on his bed your eyes wandered. There were several posters with different quidditch teams that littered the walls and failed potions and products that lay across the floor. You had been in this room over a million times, laid on Fred’s bed. But this, this was different. The energy in the room was different then you had remembered, you were nervous. Nervous to be alone with him and say something you might regret, and nervous for whatever he was going to say. Were you about to get your heart broken? Was he going to say that he knew about you stupid crush and didn’t feel the same way? No! It’s not a stupid little crush. You loved Fred, and you weren’t sure if he loved you back in the way that you wanted.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours love?” Fred asked, taking a seat next you, the bed dipping when he did.

“What happened between you and George?” you rushed out.

“Uh yeah, about that…” Fred started. He looked nervous and uncomfortable. In your years of knowing Fred, he has never seemed so out of place, or quiet. Fred was the wittiest person you knew, always quick with remarks and comebacks. He has never had a problem with words, until now.

“George was just pissing around. He said something and I overreacted. But I’m glad he did, otherwise I don’t think I would’ve had the guts to do this.”

Before you could comprehend what was going on Fred leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. He pulled away before you could truly kiss him back. You smiled up at him, his own grin growing before he blushed and looked down at his hands, interlocked in his lap.

“You going to explain yourself completely Weasley?” you teased. While you absolutely loved what Fred did, you couldn’t help but feel even more confused than before. What had George said to him? Why did it lead to Fred kissing you? Again, not that you minded.

“Well Y/N, to be completely honest, I’ve always liked you, probably more than a friend should like their friend. George and Lee knew, and they always teased me about it. I guess I couldn’t shut up about you coming this holiday and George thought it’d be funny to mess around with me, and therefore you. You know, using little nicknames or getting closer than he normally does and I—”

“So, you were jealous?” you asked, somewhat teasingly, but also seriously.

“Yes, I was jealous,” Fred replied, rolling his eyes dramatically in the process.

“What did George say?” you asked. Fred’s face flushed and even deeper pink when you asked that.

“He said that you looked good in your Hufflepuff jumper but would look even better in his Gryffindor one…” Fred trailed off, his fist clenching at the mention of the upsetting comment George had stated earlier. You laughed a little, both at your new understanding of Fred’s reaction and George’s implication.

“What’s so funny?” Fred asked.

You leaned into him, your lips finding his and pulling away quickly, much like he had done earlier.

“You’re very cute Freddie, and I want you to know that I like you too, well more than that.” He looked at you with a confused grin before smiling widely, capturing your lips into another captivating kiss, one that lasted much longer than the previous.

“I love you Y/N!”

“I love you too Freddie!”

You laid on the bed next to him, staring deeply into his eyes before thinking of a witty and dirty comment that would surely get him going.

“I bet I would look good in Georgie’s Jumper.” Fred froze at your words, giving you a warning glare before giving you a look that meant to go on. That couldn’t be the end of your sentence.

“But you’d look absolutely undeniable taking it off me.” Your own words stunning you as they came out. Fred eyes widened at your implication before kissing you deeply.

“Bloody hell Y/N, who knew my girlfriend was such a tease.”

“Girlfriend?” you asked? You figured that your and Fred’s relationship had changed, but he was already jumping to the term without having asked you.

“Girlfriend, best friend, lover, bloody tease, all of the above? They all apply,” he responded cheekily. Laughing along with him you couldn’t help but agree. Fred was everything you needed. He was your person, all in one.

“Can we always be this close? Forever and ever?” you thought aloud.

“Unfortunately, yes. You’re stuck with me now love. Should’ve asked if there were any of objections,” he joked back.

From now on, Fred and you would always be there for each other, you already were but now it was in a different way. He would know everything about you and vice versa. Through the fun times to the hard times, you guys would be together through it all, forever and always. From the small details like saving a seat at the table for each other or creating inside jokes solely for you two to making important life decisions together. Fred was your best friend, the love of your life, and you would only grow closer over time.

a/n: If you like my work please support by liking/reblogging. Also, feel free to message me about ideas. I haven’t written in a while because I don’t have a lot of time, but when inspiration hits i’ll sit down for hours

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