#your eyes probably glaze over when i talk about tea

[queenothegeeks]

Awkward creator reader drabbles

This is based off a previous post about the reader being an awkward creator.

(warning, this all based off of chaotic ideas me and a friend had while on call, and this is not beta read, so I apologize for any bad spelling or grammar)

Imagine, just, having tea with Zhongli, and he's just talking about wine or something boring idk, and he notices that you look a little zoned out, like, eyes glazed over, mind clearly elsewhere. While he’s worrying about The Creator not liking him or whatever, you are just trying to figure out how to process being in another world, with all these people that you know everything about, but at the same time, don’t know anything at all. 

When you notice him looking at you weird and not talking anymore, you worry that you may have missed something important. So you just blurt out the first thing that came to mind, to fill the silence. 

“It's kinda funny that you're working under Hu Tao. She’s like, a billion years younger than you. Also, you should cool it on the adventuring, you might throw your back out gramps.”

And then, realizing what you said, you just grab your now lukewarm  (yes, he was talking for that long) cup of tea (or whatever else you want if you don’t drink tea)  and take a long sip, trying to hide your red face. 

(Bonus, you choked on your tea) 

Imagine going to Fontaine, and just gawking at the scenery there. Imagine, in order to find out about where in the timeline you are (and because you want to see some of your favorite characters) you decide to go to the opera house, and see if there's a trial going on, where you can ask Furina or Neuvillette about the wellbeing of Fontaine. Instead, you find a flier for Lyney and Lynette's magic show at a nearby theater. Deciding to go, you pay the ticket master, who looks in slight shock as the creator buys back row seats like a normal person (you were too scared to ask for a better seat while paying, so you just asked for the cheapest one) 

Sitting down, you wait nervously for the show to start, all being completely ignorant of the panic and rumors backstage. 

“The creators here! At our show!?”

“Calm down, it's fine, we don’t even know if it’s true.”

And, just to stir the pot, a tall lady sits next to you. You feel like you should know her from somewhere, she just seems so… familiar. 

Realizing you had been staring for quite a while, you turn your head back to the stage, waiting for the show to start. About midway through the show, you realize who it is you are sitting next to.

The knave, fourth of the Fatui harbingers. 

At the end of the performance, you shift in your seat, suddenly wayyyyyy more self-conscious than you were at the beginning of the show.  Wanting to say everything and nothing at the same time, you decide it's best to shut your mouth for the time being. It’s probably not even her, why worry-

“Excuse my rudeness, would you happen to be the creator?”

She knew you were of course, hence why she chose to sit next to you, instead of the front row seat that was reserved for her, as it always was at one of her children's performances. 

“I.. am… but you can call me y/n! I don’t really like fancy titles or anything! Would you be the Knave? Or do you prefer Arlecchino? ack-wait , sorry. I’ll shut up now, let's start fresh, what do you think of the show?”

You half say-half shout, flailing your hands around, and then shrinking in your seat, trying to become as small as possible. Arlecchino chuckles.

“I think it was a lovely performance, as they always are. My children are very talented, you know.” 

“Y-yeah! They're really great! I have to go! Great meeting you miss-Arlecchino-Knave-ma’am” 

You say as you bolt out of the room, the embarrassment and social awkwardness you naturally possess driving your feet. 

(Bouns, you tripped over your own feet and wanted the floor to swallow you whole) 

@lorkai

[thewulf]

Unexpectedly Part 2 || Aaron Hotchner

Request: The reader is a member of BAU, but nobody knows her dark past. She's running from her abusive ex. Once he hurt her so bad (fractured skull, several severe injuries) he left her to die in their apartment. Nowadays she keeps that past hidden, as good as she can... See rest here

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 7.1k

TW: Abuse. Both physical and mental. General Criminal Minds TW – talk of blood/gore/death/stabbing etc. AGE GAP between reader and Hotchner, reader is implied to be younger 25-35.

*Two Months Later*

‘I’m in Virginia. Just like you. How peculiar?’

Hands slightly shaking you gently placed your phone down on the conference room table. It never was going to stop. The slight form of torture this cruel man imposed on you. Knowing that just when you seemed to forget about him, he’d come crawling right back into your field of view. Remind you that he was always going to win. He’d been messing with your head sending these vague texts from new numbers after you blocked the old. It wasn’t enough that you’d changed your number three fucking times now, he always seemed to find a way.

You’d contemplated asking Garcia for some help. She would make you disappear in an instant. But, then you’d have to deal with the repercussions of telling the office gossip the juiciest tea that they’d had in a while. They’d all know, and you weren’t sure you could deal with that just yet. You were finally feeling steady and confident in your abilities again. Feeling like you were doing great at work again. You couldn’t mess this up.

Truth be told you hadn’t a clue what came next after this. JJ was still planning to be off for another few months. Perks of having a decent government job, as they say. But what came after that? Were you really just planning on running away time and time again only to be chased by this guy? That wasn’t a life you wanted to live. It wasn’t a life you were willing to live if you were honest with yourself.

An opaque sheen glazed over your eyes as you looked outside ignoring the text that loomed over you so harshly. It’d been five days since he bothered you. You’d almost forgotten. Almost.

A featherlight touch brushed over your shoulder breaking you out of the trance you were deeply in. Jumping your eyes widened when you spotted Aaron looking down at you.

Things were… complicated with him. You liked him. He liked you. But it couldn’t happen. No matter how much either of you wanted it to. They just couldn’t. Not while he was your boss. He had made that adamantly clear in the two months you’d been working for him. The two of you seemingly having the conversation almost every week now.

“Sorry.” His usual stoic face didn’t break as he sat down next to you, “I was calling for you. Everything okay?”

You hummed while nodding your head, “Yup. Just thinking.” Absentmindedly you grabbed your phone holding it in your hand on the opposite side from him. He noticed. He noticed all the small things about you and what you did. The things you probably didn’t even know that you were doing. How sometimes you got spacey when your phone went off. How you were clearly hiding something from him. But he wouldn’t push. It wasn’t his place as your boss. Not until it affected your work did, he have a right. No matter how much he desired too.

“Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow, challenging you. He knew how much you hated that. Hated being questioned like a toddler. Being the only not profiler on the team had you on the defensive all too often now.

“I’m good Hotch.” You nodded briefly before getting up. Being around him was downright suffocating. It was hard to be alone with him when you wanted so much more. It was selfish to run. Childish even but you couldn’t stand it. Not when the two of you danced around the subject so awkwardly.

“Wait… Y/N. Before you go.” He coughed spinning around in the chair.

You paused. He hardly used your first name at work. He knew exactly what to do to get you to stop. Pause for him, “Yes, Hotch?”

He stood, towering over you as he stopped in front of you. Hotch just made you feel small. Not that it was a bad thing per say. Just intimidating. And right now, Aaron Hotchner was terribly fucking intimidating without even trying to be. Whatever he asked you were sure you’d answer, all too honestly.

He decided to confront you. He hadn’t a clue what came over him as he started stating facts. The profiler coming out, “You’ve hidden your phone away the last four times I’ve run into you lost in your thoughts.” He paused collecting his thoughts, “You get all spacey and people have a hard time getting your attention. Is everything alright?”

Your heart rate picked up. How’d he notice? He was the best of the best but damn. You thought you did so much better, “You sound like Spencer.” You remarked, clearly deflecting.

“Y/N.”

You sighed, “Please don’t tell the rest of them?” You knew there wasn’t a chance you could come up with an excuse good enough to please Hotch. It was the truth that had to be told.

He nodded offering your seat back to you. Slowly walking back to the chair, you sat there staring back out the window before starting the long story of how you fell in love, fell into a trap, got engaged to a monster, and somehow got away before he fully killed you. Or so you thought.

He never interrupted you. Sitting there patiently as you divulged your biggest secret to your boss. The man you had a disgustingly big crush on. He only continued when you paused for a while. He knew it was the end of your story and it had taken a toll on you telling him all of that. He needed to come at you gently now. It explained so much about you.

“Y/N… that’s a lot.” He sighed knowing his words weren’t great. He was a good boss but never good with words. He showed his love for his teams through his actions. He always seemed to fumble his words, “I’m so sorry.”

You nodded, “It’s fine. It’s not the worst part.”

His head snapped right back to you, “What’s the worst?”

“He found me again. He’s been texting me. A new phone number every few days. Usually something threatening.” You opened you phone showing him the latest text message.

He snatched it from your grasp reading over it carefully. Well, this officially sucked for you. Maybe you should’ve told him sooner judging by the expression on his face, “You know I have to go to Garcia. She’s going to have to trace this…”

You interrupted him, “No! Please Aaron no. They can’t know. You promised.”

“This is serious!” He snapped, never taking safety lightly.

You took an involuntary scoot backward in the chair. Fight or flight mode beginning to kick in hearing his stern voice that he rarely used with the team.

Seeing your distressed face, he shook his head internally cursing himself for the outburst. You’d literally just spilled your deepest fears to him, and he was already seemingly betraying that trust already. Putting his hands up he took a small step forward, testing your boundaries, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice it’s just that this is very serious Y/N. We both know what he’s capable of. This isn’t something you hide. Not when you work here.”

You nodded looking away in guilt, “I’m sorry. I thought I could handle it.”

“You don’t have to handle it alone Y/N. You’ve got some of the smartest people in the field right here. All the resources you need at the tip of your fingers. You know the team would never judge you for something you can’t control. Please tell me you know that much.” Aaron’s face softened seeing you so upset.

“Yeah, it’s just… I don’t know.” You sighed while you rested your head in the palm of your hands refusing to look at him. This felt awkward and uncomfortable. Your absolute nightmare.

He waited a moment, realizing you weren’t talking anymore, “Go on. Say what you want to.”

“It’s embarrassing. How could I not have caught that he was lying the whole time? It’s shameful.”

He shook his head scooting closer to you, “And I got played by a serial killer who literally murdered my ex-wife and almost took me too. It’s not embarrassing. It happens. The best of the best get beaten. Believe it. You’re a victim and you’re being retraumatized right now. Please. I need you to understand that. I’ve grown to…” He took a second to find the right words, “care for you. I can’t see you beaten down and scared around every corner. Alright?”

You shook your head. You heard him. You weren’t sure if you believed him, but you sure did hear him, “Sure.”

He waited another moment before continuing, “That being said. I don’t have to go to Penelope if you have somebody stay with you. A friend? Just in case.”

You frowned. Not having anybody was really coming to bite you in the ass. It’s not like Hotch was going to drop this, you knew that was a given, “I don’t have anybody around here. I haven’t really had time to make many friends. Busy job and all.” You admitted still trying to find a footing outside of work. Although the hours made it damn near impossible.

He thought for approximately one second before springing into action, “Let me call Jess. She could probably watch Jack tonight…”

You shook your head back and forth, violently, “No!”

“Why not?” He looked genuinely confused.

“That’s weird Hotch. You’re just my boss.” You might’ve thrown a little more attitude in there than you really needed to, but you wanted him to know how unhappy you were with that. How much you yearned to at least be considered friends. But he shut it down the second you crossed the line.

“It’s not weird.” He would’ve scoffed if he knew it wouldn’t have upset you. He was getting good at making you upset. That was about the most opposite thing of what he wanted, “I’ll sleep on your couch. Just to make sure you’re safe.”

You sighed knowing the two of you would just be going back and forth but you needed him to hear how crazy he sounds, “Aaron. I’m not letting you abandon your son for the night to sleep on my couch. I’ve been fine for the last two and half months. I’ll be fine tonight.” You smiled hoping it’d appease him.

He shook his head, “Yeah, that’s just not going to happen. Not now that I know about it.”

“Hotch…”

“No, that’s final. Jess is good with watching him for the night anyway.” He held up his phone showing you the text as proof.

“You’re being insane.” You leaned back in your chair annoyed with his stubbornness.

“And you’re being irrational.” He countered annoyed with your inability to see how serious this really was, “Y/N. He probably knows exactly where you live. If he found you that quickly he’s probably been watching you.”

You shook your head, “I’ve been paying attention Hotch.” Eyes closed you didn’t want to admit you were almost afraid to open them. You knew you were pissing him off. It wasn’t often that anyone, besides Rossi, argued back to the boss. It was his way or the highway, as they say.

“I’m not saying you haven’t Y/N. But these people… people like that will never stop. That text is very threatening. Please. Please just let stay over. To make sure you’re okay.” He was saying the words he couldn’t say but he needed to. Your unwillingness just to see how scary this really was drove him to his breaking point.

Huffing you gave him a small nod, “Fine. But going forward…”

He cut you off, “We’ll figure out going forward tomorrow. Don’t worry about it tonight.”

“But Hotch…”

Cutting you off again you groaned in annoyance, loudly, “Just, try to relax. I’ll think of something. I know you don’t want me to tell the team and I’m going to try and respect that. But you have to know if it’s between your safety or them knowing… keeping you safe is all that matters.”

Your leg bounced up and down and your stomach feeling uneasy you looked up to him, “Yeah, sure.” Simply too tired to argue with the ever-confusing man you shut your laptop before getting up to go pack up. It was already half past eight, the team was long gone.

The sun was beginning its descent for the night, casting an orange hue on your boss. It dawned on you as you admired, he man you’ve been crushing on way too hard, being teased and all about it, that he was staying in your apartment that night. Under any other scenario it was entirely desirable but now? Not so much. Not under these circumstances.

“Where are you going?” He asked, slightly surprised you’d been so bold as to walk away in the middle of the conversation.

“Packing up then going home.” You paused in the doorway sneaking a quick peek back at the man you was watching you intently.

He frowned after hearing your words, “Give me three minutes then I can drive.”

“Oh, I can drive myself home. I’ll text you the address.” You gave him a half-hearted smile. Truth be told you were far too excited to have him spend the night. Even if it was in another room. He insisted on it. But then again, he’d already set a clear line in the sand with you. You could only be his employee when you worked for him. Nothing more. Nothing less.

He smiled trying to ease your obvious nerves, “You’re being weird about it.”

“I’m being weird? Hotch, it’s fucking weird.” You spun back around preparing to walk away before he caught your attention again.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” His smile turned into a smirk. He knew how you felt for him. You were pretty sure you knew how he felt for you. This back and forth was driving you mad. Like he wanted to play the game but knew it couldn’t be won.

You wanted to smack the usually so intelligent man, it felt like he was just playing you like a fiddle now, “Yeah, sure.” This time you walked away making sure to pack up quickly. Your speedy exit was stopped suddenly as he got into the elevator with you. Somehow with his go-bag and all.

“What’s wrong?” He asked setting his bag down turning his body completely to you. He knew what he was doing to you. He knew it was mean. He couldn’t deny it. But he loved flirting with you, getting you a little wound up. He’d be lying if he didn’t say he adored you just as much as you liked him, if not more. But he couldn’t risk it. For his career. For your blooming one.

You leaned your shoulders and head back on the metal wall, “You’re kidding?” You sighed while lazily flipping your head in his general direction.

“I’m not.”

Rolling your eyes, you knew he’d make you say it out loud. It was easier to spit it out than skirt around the subject, “This is torture. Working so close to you all the time. You flirting like that then turning me down the next fucking second.”

“You know why nothing can happen.”

“I’m very well aware. We’ve had this conversation before Hotch. A million times.” The two of you had delicately danced around the conversation, never full on admitting any feelings. Hotch had to squash that before it came to fruition.

He visibly frowned knowing he was upsetting you, “You can call me Aaron.”

“But I can’t! None of your other employees do. So why should I? What makes me special Hotch?” You challenged him. He couldn’t have both at once. He couldn’t just be your boss then talk to you like this. It was driving you mad.

He sighed knowing you were right, “Rossi doesn’t.”

“Rossi’s different and you know that.” You were frustrated. As much as you loved the job you couldn’t keep going down the path of yes one moment and no the next. Hotch just couldn’t comprehend just how crazy he was driving you. Either that or you were hiding it insanely well.

He cleared his throat knowing he really only had this chance to not fuck it up between the two of you. He’d been trying to come up with different ways always to be struck down in his own mind. He’d continue thinking though, for both of your sakes.

“Y/N. I like you. More than a boss should like their employee.” He paused letting out the breath he was holding in, “I can’t risk anything right now though. I can’t risk it and you can’t risk it. Not with this guy out to hurt you, with Strauss up my ass about the team…” He trailed off knowing this was just turning into an excuse now.

The elevator chirped as Hotch paused, signaling you were at the bottom. You walked out quickly hoping he wouldn’t follow. When he met your stride, you continued on, “It’s fine Hotch. I get it. Please just stop playing with me when the team isn’t around. It’s diving me crazy. If it can’t happen, it can’t happen, and I can accept that. I just need you to back off.” It hurt you to push him away. Even if he was staying at your place your quietness and unwillingness to even open up to him let him know you were shutting him away.

Turning away from him before you could see his reaction you walked to your car briskly hoping he’d just take his. It’d be far too awkward to share a vehicle now. Not after you just said that to him.

But you were sorely mistaken. You heard him following along. Not so close as to freak you out but close enough to where you knew he was there, “Keys.”

“I can drive myself.” You retorted irritated with him. He wasn’t listening and it was making you irrationally angry. Acting as if what you just said didn’t faze him.

“No, you really can’t. You’re upset and you really shouldn’t drive when you’re angry.”

Biting your cheek, you knew he was right. You placed your car keys into his outstretched hand. Refusing to look at him you walked to the passenger’s side contemplating sitting in the backseat knowing it’d cause more problems than it was worth. Sliding into the passenger’s side front seat you crossed your hands over your chest in disdain. Could he not say a single fucking thing? This was how you knew you were in deep. You cared way too much about this little pickle you’d gotten yourself into.

This time the ride was awkwardly silent as you looked out the window. Putting your address into the GPS without saying a word. Keeping your eyes locked on the world outside you let your thoughts take control.

The silence was broken when he finally said something. Almost as if he could hear your thoughts screaming at him, “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He sighed bringing your eyes over to his. You couldn’t help but to look at him. You wanted him to say something but had no idea how to respond to this.

He continued before you could say anything, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry, I’m selfish with you. I know I can’t pursue you like I want to. Trust me, I want to.” He whispered the last part out. Almost afraid to admit it out loud. As soon as he does it becomes real.

He sighed again. Frustrated the words weren’t coming easy for him. Your soft eyes broke him down even further. He knew his next words would put a final nail in the coffin, for now at least, “If you weren’t on my team, we’d be having a very different conversation Y/N. Please believe that. I’m so sorry that I’ve been selfish… done and said things I shouldn’t have. I won’t do that anymore.”

You looked away biting your cheek as hard as you needed to stop the tears from flooding out of your eyes. Why was this so difficult? Why did you have to have feelings for the one fucking man you could never have?

He frowned knowing he had hurt you yet again. It was his own fault he had to keep hurting you and it stung knowing the tears in your eyes were a result of his actions. He kept bring you right back to him and he knew it. He wanted to stop. He needed to stop knowing just how fucked up what he was doing was. Especially now that he actively realized it after you so bluntly pointed out.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. I’ll figure something out.” He whispered out not knowing if you really heard him. He knew saying those last words were dangerous, likely to draw you right back into him.

It dawned on him that he simply couldn’t push you away anymore. It was beginning to hurt him. It had been hurting him already, he just hadn’t realized. That’s why he was always so flirtatious and open with you, he wanted it. His stupid head just didn’t let him know it yet. Not until he knew he was the reason for your tears. For your unsureness with him. He did this to you. He had to fix it.

He needed to be around you. He had to figure this out. He knew the only option was to find you another placement, but he’d come up short. There was plenty out there but nothing good enough for your abilities. So, he had to pass, for your sake. Time was running up. JJ was due back in the next few months too.

He had no other option than to go to Strauss. He hated it knowing he’d be obligated to her, but she’d find you a good place to land. Somewhere close at his request. That was absolutely necessary. Especially now since he knew your position, the imposition.

You heard him though. Loud and clear. Giving you whiplash yet again. You weren’t sure how clearer you could be to the man yet here he was saying all the right things. The words were slowly becoming meaningless to you. He got a little nervous not hearing you reply to him. At the next red light, he looked over seeing you looking out the window with all your attention, clearly ignoring him. He’d done it now. His own indecisiveness driving you right away. He knew if he didn’t do something soon, you’d move on from him.

“Y/N.” He touched your shoulder gently.

Turning to look at him you attempted to give him an expressionless face. A frown crossed over your features instead, “Yeah?” Your usual confident voice came out as weak, squeakier than normal. You hated that he affected you so easily. So deeply.

“Did you hear me?”

You sighed, “I did.”

He had to look forward after a car honked at him. Sitting a second too long as the green light, “Please say something, I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Okay.” You let out. You knew it would frustrate him, but you didn’t have any thoughts just yet. Your brain wanted to shut down instead of talking it out. You were tired of the same conversation with him. Only to be disappointed.

“Okay?” This time he let out a small, short sigh. Not in frustration at you but at himself. For being so blasé with you. Thinking he had it figured out with you but now knowing he had it so terribly wrong.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say Hotch.” You couldn’t use his first name. Not if you wanted to stop feeling this way. It’s like the two of you were so close, so damn close to figuring it out. But yet it felt nearly impossible. You were at a loss for words. Truly, had no idea what to say to the man that always seemed to be on your mind.

“I don’t want you to say anything you wouldn’t want to say Y/N. I want to know what you’re thinking.”

If he really wanted to know? Fine, “You’re so fucking confusing Hotch.” You blurted out placing your hands over your face while looking down at your feet. The car felt so small now, suffocatingly small as he pulled into your apartment complex, eyes now fully focused on you.

Nodding his head he loosened his tie, “I’m selfish and I’m sorry. I will figure this out. I promise you that.”

“Figure what out though? What is this? What are we? I can wait but I can’t wait forever.” Your eyes began welling up again. You hated that your response to any emotion seemed to be tears. Never in your life would you have imagined yourself in this situation. Crying over a

“Hey,” Gently, he placed a hand along your back hoping it’d bring you some peace, anything he could offer, “I like you beyond words Y/N. I’m sorry I’ve been too stupid to realize it. I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you. You don’t know how bad I want to just say fuck it and kiss you right now but that’s not fair to you. Me saying that isn’t fair to you.”

You could hear your heart rate pick up as blood rushed throughout your entire body. He was actually torturing you now. For too long you’d had little daydreams fantasizing about the older man. What it’d be like at home, away from work, just the two of you and Jack. You’d met the little firecracker of a kid a few times over the last few months, he quickly took to you Aaron noticed. Just another reason why he liked you so much. You are a natural energy, drawing everybody in. It worked so easily on him he wasn’t surprised Jack liked you so much.

Giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, he continued, “I like you. I want to pursue you. I can’t until I know you have a job elsewhere.”

“A job elsewhere?” You too knew it was one of the only options, the only option. It just felt so foreign coming from his mouth. Not wanting to admit how fond you’ve grown of the team in your short tenure you dreaded having to prove yourself again to the next batch of colleagues.

He nodded, “Somewhere close. Where I’m not your boss.” His eyes searched for your as you dropped your hands. You hated to admit it but here you were, right back in his grasp, literally. The man had a strangle hold on you.

Head turning to his you leaned into his touch, “Are you sure?”

A small smile graced his face, “I should be asking you that Y/N. I don’t know what you see in me.”

Rolling your eyes, you knew the difficult part of the conversation was over. The awkward and uncomfortable air started to lift, “Shut up. You’re the whole package, Aaron.”

“I’m over fifteen years older than you.” Now it seemed Aaron was letting his insecurities out

You shrugged still so grateful he was still holding onto you, as if you’d vanish out of thin air if he let his hand go from your shoulder, “And?”

“Guys your age…”

“Guys my age suck. Remember? I’m running from one. Not so successfully.”

His smile faded quickly as he remembered exactly why he was here, “Let’s get you inside, yeah?” On high alert he hopped out of the car quickly walking to your side. Before you could be too disappointed with the loss of touch on your shoulder, he quickly wrapped you into his side. Slowing his pace down to keep up with you he kept checking his positions. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, at least not to you.

“Yeah, sure.” You replied knowing it’d drive him mad. Short answers like that pissed him off usually. But now you were using the same words you used earlier to dismiss him.

“Okay well now you’re just being difficult.” He smiled knowing you we’re playing with him. Another reason he had fallen so quickly for you. You weren’t afraid to throw it right back at him.

You bit your lip trying to stop the automatic smile that came to your face. You were being difficult, and you knew it. Catching a glimpse of you with his peripherals Hotch smiled too knowing he’d smoothed it over, at least for now.

Your phone vibrated as he locked the door behind himself. Your heart sunk as you read over

“Y/N?” You vaguely heard before handing the phone to him. He was watching you.

‘A new boyfriend, really?’

“I’m calling Garcia and that’s final. We’re done talking about it.” He didn’t yell but he definitely spoke with that Hotchner authority that scared the living hell out of nearly everybody.

The two of you had argued it out into the night and well into the morning before falling asleep on the couch, together. You’d fallen asleep first nuzzling your way right into his side. Not having the heart to move you, even after arguing back and forth for the previous four hours.

“It’s for your safety, Y/N. Please just understand that. It’s not just some silly little text anymore. This is serious.”

Letting out a sigh you nodded, “Fine.” You weren’t going to win this one. The man was seriously stubborn, even more so than you.

“Thank you.” He popped his phone out calling Garcia almost immediately. He excused himself to the other room. Finishing the oatmeal you’d made you quickly changed. He’d given the team the weekend off knowing that you’d all been on the road for the last few and needed a break.

Before too long he came back into the kitchen where you were cleaning up, “She’s looking into it, discreetly.”

You nodded, “Okay, can we got get some coffee or something? I don’t imagine you’ll let me spend this weekend alone?”

He shook his head, “No. Sorry, I know it wasn’t in your plans. My parents already picked up Jack. He’ll be there until they drop him off at school on Monday.”

“Plans change I suppose. I’m sorry you aren’t spending time with him. I know these weekends are precious.” A small pang of guilt ran through you. He was giving up his time with his boy for you. Willingly. You felt awful poor Jack. You’d taken his dad away for the weekend.

“Like you said, plans change.” He didn’t want to admit the little bit of excitement that came with the thought of spending a weekend with you even at the disappointment at his little guy.

“So, coffee?” You changed the subject back not wanting to dwell on the young boy.

He nodded, “Coffee sounds good. I’ll drive.” He went to grab your keys off the rack beating you to them.

“Don’t you need your car? And clothes?” You asked when you realized he was quite literally stranded here. It’s not like you had anything to give him to wear other than a few oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants.

“We’ll stop by my place on the way back.”

“Are we close?”

He nodded, “Relatively.”

Placing your order online the ride to the shop was uneventful. Both of you were scanning the surrounding cars for any sign of the man. It’s like he was in stealth mode.

His phone rang as he pulled in. It wasn’t like he could ignore it. He was SSA Aaron Hotchner after all. Walking inside you let him take the call from the car knowing it’d take you less than a minute to walk in and grab the order.

It should have been that quick. That was until you were cornered feeling a metallic blade press up against your hip bone. How in the fuck had he slipped past Hotch? How in the hell was he here? You smelled him instantly in that dreaded cologne.

“Y/N.” That voice you’d prayed you’d never have to hear again spoke out to you.

Trembling you knew you had to keep him distracted, “Get the fuck away from me.”

“Nice to see you, alive and well.” He chuckled knowing that’d bring you right back to the night he left you to die.

He was ignoring you. Nothing you could say or do would impact the situation at all. Looking around you cursed when the last customer left, and the barista sat on her phone. You could try and reach for your phone, but the man wasn’t stupid. He’d know exactly what you were up too. All you could do was stall now in hopes he would hurry up the call he was on.

“Can’t say the same.”

He gripped down on your arm. Oh, how you wanted to cry out in pain but you knew that’s exactly what he was looking for so you simply gave him the most blank expression you could muster. You had to psychologically beat the motherfucker. He had the physical advantage on you.

Lucky for you Hotch did wrap his call up quickly. You heard his gun click into place before you saw him out of the corner of your eye, “I’d suggest you let her go, now.”

“New boyfriends got a gun huh?”

This was your chance. If you had one, “I thought you did your research? You slipping up?” That’s all it took for him to throw you backwards into the table behind you. This got the attention of the barista whose eyes went wide seeing the confrontation and weapons out so openly. Your head knocked against the side of the table opening a new cut along the back of your skull. Sending you unconscious for a moment before your brain reset.

Aaron wanted to shoot, oh did he. But he knew his surroundings. Middle of the morning in suburbia wasn’t exactly the best place to unload a clip. So, he opted for the next best thing and tackled the inferior police officer before him knocking him down quickly sending the blade out of his grasp.

It was over before it started. You jumped to your feet not realizing your head was bleeding yet again from the man. Your head felt fuzzy as you spotted Aaron overtop your ex-fiancé handcuffing him easily enough. Aaron’s gun tucked back into his belt loop. You were so thankful that Aaron was okay.

Sirens rung out in the distance as you found a seat, head feeling heavy all over again.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked placing his hands on your head forcing your head to look at him gently.

“I’m fine. Did you get him?” You asked

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t even see him. It was Garcia. She was who I was on the phone with. Calling to warn. Fifteen seconds. Christ, are you okay?” He rambled ripping the jacket he had on placing it on the open wound.

“I’m fine Aaron. Just a little lightheaded. It’s okay. I’m okay.” You looked up at his panic-stricken face. He was obviously blaming himself for the entire predicament.

He pulled you up seeing the ambulance pull in. He wasn’t taking any chances as he found the EMT quickly, “Head wound. Loss of a lot of blood. She said she’s lightheaded.” The EMT nodded as he sat you down in the back of the rig.

“Let’s have a look. How bad does it hurt? Out of ten?”

“Like a three.” You smiled to the man as he checked you over. Pushing Aaron’s hand away as he was ready. Head wounds always looked a whole lot more traumatic than they actually were… at least that’s what you’d always been told.

“It’s okay if it hurts.” Aaron crouched down so he was level with you. Eyes scanning over your face for any discomfort.

“I’m a little offended you don’t believe me. This is only a three compared to what he’s put me through. Trust me.”

Aaron shuddered realizing just how horrifically you’d been abused by the man, “Alright, if you say so.” He knew you probably weren’t up to talking about it so he knew he likely needed to drop it.

“I say so.”

The EMT had managed to stop the bleeding enough to get a good look, “You’ll just need a butterfly bandage. No stitches. You did lose a lot of blood though. Are you able to stand?”

You smiled knowing it was almost over. Sure, he wasn’t dead, but he also wasn’t likely going to be free at the end of this all. You felt at peace knowing you could fully focus on yourself going forward and not be afraid around every turn, waiting for him to show back up.

You did manage to stand albeit a little woozy. Aaron wanted you to go to the hospital, but you knew you were fine. Maybe just needed that coffee and a nap now.

After giving statements and assuring Garcia you were both fine Aaron drove you back to your place. Assuring you that he’d be fine in your oversized clothing. He didn’t want to stop home. He just wanted you to be comfortable. He felt sick knowing what had went down could have been stopped. But he failed you.

He helped you all the way back up to your bedroom. You might’ve leaned on him a little harder than you really needed too but it was your chance and you sure as hell weren’t going to miss your opportunity. If he was going to be selfish then so were you.

“Aaron?” You asked before he walked away.

He turned looking down at you softly. So sweetly, “Yeah?”

“Can you stay? At least until I fall asleep. Then I’ll be fine.”

Smiling, he knew how much that took for you to ask, how uncomfortable it made you, “Of course. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Yeah?” You asked smiling as he slid in next to you.

“Yeah.” He waited for you to scootch up to him before he pulled you into him completely. You wanted to hate how good it felt but you couldn’t. It felt so right. So comfortable, “Sleep well.”

“Thank you, Aaron, for everything.” You yawned into his chest as you drifted off letting yourself get swallowed in his warmth.

He kept true to his word. When you opened your eyes after a few hours he was sitting there watching you.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?” He turned his body towards you, scooting down so his face was level with yours.

“Good. Really good.” You smiled over at him.

He returned your smile, feeling a little bit better at your state, “Good. I’ve been thinking. I have an idea.”

Eyes flicking over to the man you’d become so quickly infatuated with you gave him a curious look, “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“So, in a few months when JJ is ready to come back. What if a communications position in ViCAP were to open up? Could even be a promotion if you know the right people.” A small smirk danced over his lips as he studied your expression softly. He knew how harsh his gaze came off if he wasn’t too careful. He didn’t want to scare you off now that you were free for the first time in years.

Eyebrows raising in shock you studied his face. He was all business though, no jokes, “Really? The Violent Criminal Apprehension Program? Isn’t that like super exclusive?”

He shrugged pulling you closer. Taking that as an invitation you softly laid your head on his chest. Almost afraid that’d he’d change his mind on you. Want nothing to do with you. Your fears were null and void as Aaron brushed the stray strand of hair out of your face, “It might be. I’m partial to you staying with the team but that would make this terribly unprofessional.” He snaked his arm around your waist bringing your body as close to his as it could be.

A stupid little blush graced your cheeks feeling the desire of being wanted from such an incredible guy, “Aaron Hotchner. Did you pull some strings for me?”

A hesitant nod confirmed your suspicions, “Maybe a little. We couldn’t lose you at the BAU. You just wouldn’t be my employee anymore.”

“Sure.” You giggled laying your head back down, “Hypothetically I would say hell yes if that were offered to me. Hypothetically though.”

He nodded, that big beautiful Hotchner smile came out, just for you, “Hypothetically, noted.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence. Aaron absentmindedly began to brush through your hair. You hadn’t a clue how touchy the man really was, but you certainly weren’t complaining. You hummed feeling lulled by the steady motion of his hand, “Keep that up and I’m going to fall right back asleep.”

You felt the gentle chuckle that came from his chest, “That’s alright. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You smiled feeling all the love emitting from the man you liked far too much, far too quickly, “Wait, he’s in jail. I don’t really need to be staying here anymore.” You opened your eyes fearfully. A little pissed at yourself for bringing that up.

An immediate frown formed as he processed what you said, “I’ll stay as long as you need me. As long as you want me.”

“Thank you Aaron.” Watching him he nodded as he watched you. The two of you simply studying the other. One profiler and one wannabe profiler studying the situation.

“I’d do it again for you.”

You were at a loss for words. This was the Aaron you adored. The one who wasn’t afraid to tell the truth. To get uncomfortable with you as you learned the other. It was the beginning of something wonderful and he was diving headfirst into it. But he was making sure you were ready before pulling you in with him. He didn’t want you to drown.

“I like you so much Aaron.” You admitted, “Far too much. These last few months have been some of my favorite yet. And you were only my boss. My friend.” You let out the breath that you’d been holding in. His softness, the closeness, his smell all overwhelmed you into admitting it.

A soft hand pulled your face to look back at his, “I like you far more than I should as well. We’ve got to keep this quiet for a few months. Then I’m taking you on the best date you’ve ever been on.”

You smiled brightly relieved that he was feeling the exact same way, “Yeah?”

“If you want, that is.”

“Yes! Yes, that’s great!” You grinned laying your head right backdown on his chest.

He nodded smiling just as widely as you, “It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date.”

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

NERD!MIGUEL IS SO REAL I LUV HIM <3333

NERD!MIGUEL IS THERE I KNOW IT

Like...You saw what he said to Gwen when she called it a watch (which IT IS).

[omg she's so tiny small next to him]

He's a NERD. He thinks this stuff is COOL. He's WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK.

Like I imagine he's used to it by now - people's eyes glazing over when he begins to explain something technical or program-y, like Lyla's algorithms or the Multiverse Anti-Glitch feature of the watches.

He's put SO much work into all of this, the whole facility and the tech.

He made Lyla himself, but he knows that most people aren't really interested in that. So he's learned to simplify things.

If you ask a question, like how he made Lyla - he'll answer it basic and to the point.

_-_ 'She's an AI. She's my assistant and the notification system within your watch.'

He probably won't even look up from his work, thinking it's just the routine questions everyone asks before moving on to the next thing.

BUT IF YOU ASK FURTHER - Miguel's like

Because it's not often someone actually like...does that.

It's probably very rare that someone shows interest in his technological, engineering, or physics studies - all of which he's INCREDIBLY talented at and actively working on

You ask him how long it took him to make her, he says a year or two.

You tell him how impressive that is and BOOM NERD!Miguel.

He's telling you how her voice detection took the longest, and how her multiverse-monitoring probability algorithm was something he had to tweak twenty thousand times.

You compliment him about the design of the watch, he's like

_-_ 'I still have the protypes.' And he's ready to show you different ones, different shapes and materials he considered using, but eventually ruled out through experiments and tests

AND DON'T GET HIM STARTED ON THEORIES OH GODDDD

You mention the words 'String Theory' or 'Time Dilation' around him and you will NEVER hear the end of it.

He has so many opinions on it he's never had the chance to share.

Ideas and theories about things like fourth dimensions, worm holes, black holes, and dozens of other theoretical scientific concepts.

I mean, he MADE time travel. He is an EXPERT in that stuff.

I would KILL to have a Time Travel Movie Marathon with Miguel.

Sitting on the couch and watching things like Back to the Future, and he describes what they got right, what would be impossible, how it could work in theory.

He probably talks through the whole movie, and picks each one apart. You watch Doctor Who and he WILL NOT SHUT UP.

He's probably AMAZIINNGG at math.

Like math IS science. It's the answer for science. So he's probably a natural master.

You can be like 'Miguel, What's 34% of 12,967?' - Without blinking he'd be like

_-_'...I'm guessing 4408, or something? I don't know, am I right? Ask Lyla, don't ask me.'

But you don't need to ask Lyla cause HE'S RIGHT

HISTORY TOO!

I mean... the man time-travels. I think he'd have at least a good grasp on history, and time periods. Thinks like ancient roman historians and how their thoughts effect modern science, and how certain events effected the flow of time throughout history.

I imagine he finds it so fascinating, seeing the vast differences that can span in universes, just from one small change. Maybe he even finds comfort in it, seeing how histories and stories have a natural flow in a way fiction can only hope to imitate.

I love me some Nerd!Miguel.

I wanna get in bed with Miguel and by that I mean I want to sit next to him as he sits in bed reading a book on the Theory of Relativity with reading spectacles and a mug of sleepytime tea okay

A Miguel who runs up to his partner like 'Read this,' and he's all proud as he hands you a notepad full of numbers. But to him it's a formula he's been working WEEKS on, one that'll make Lyla run smoother, and everything much easier and he wants you to think he's cool for it

A Miguel who spends date nights watching NatGeo documentaries for fun

NERDY NERD MIGUEL DORKY MILD NERDY MIGUEL

[beastofburdenxo]

Sick Day

Tommy gets the sniffles. One shot. Tame, just some Tommy language, slight fluff. 864 words.

“Tommy are you alright?” you asked him as he made his way into the kitchen. He looked paler than normal, his normally bright blue eyes a little watery. “Yes love, never better just a little hoarse this morning.” he rasped as he sat down next to you. “Nothing a nip of whiskey won’t fix, eh?” He states reaching for the bottle. You stop his hand, “Maybe you should stay home today, can’t do any meetings with barely a voice can you?” Tommy sighs as he pours a shot, “Can’t do that, these meetings have been on the books for months. I can’t keep them waiting any longer. I'll be fine.” Knowing you can’t convince him otherwise you state, “Well I'll be here all day if you need me. You can always come home if you need to.” With a smirk he stands and puts on his coat. “Always the good nurse, ready to take care of me, aren’t ya?” With a slight cough he walks out the door. Eyes rolling to yourself you get up to clean off the kitchen table, “You’ll be back.” 

Tommy’s morning goes slowly. On top of the boring meetings and being asked if he’s okay by everyone, he can’t stop coughing. He hides in his office to get away from all the prying eyes and countless questions. He's burning up, his head is pounding, and his voice is almost gone. “Maybe I am sick.” he thinks to himself. “I can’t even taste my whiskey anymore.” Laying his head down on the cool wood of the desk, he dozes off. Unknown time passes as there is a knock on the door. “Tommy, last meeting of the day is here....” Finn trails off, “Lord, you look terrible Tommy.” He awakens enough to reach for the trashcan to throw up in. Finn cringes, “Go home, jeez, Arthur and I can handle the last meeting. Can’t have you spewing everywhere.” Tommy finally empties what little he had in his stomach and shakily stands up, “Finn, I'm going home for lunch. If you want to deal with the meeting fine, but don’t screw it up for us. Better yet just send them back home for a few more days. I don’t give a shit if they’re mad. They'll live if they want to do business with us.”  

Finn grabs Tommy by the shoulders and helps him out of his office. “Don’t worry about it Tom, we’ve got it handled. Go home and get some rest, yeah?” With barely a whisper Tommy manages to get out, “It’s just the sniffles, I managed to survive France, didn’t I?” Finn just shakes his head at his brother’s stubbornness. Tommy makes it home, his muscles aching like he got in a fight. You meet him at the door. “Goodness, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Tommy just looks at you with pitiful sick puppy eyes. “It’s just the sniffles. I came home for lunch.” Practically dragging him through the door you reply, “Oh yeah, then what’s this I heard about you getting sick in your office today?” Groaning, he mumbles, “Damn Finn. I'm fine just a little under the weather is all.” You guide him up to the bedroom and help him out of his suit. “Tommy Shelby, you’re not going back to the office you will stay here. I told Finn that when he called to tell me you got sick.” You state, hands on your hips, “I knew you was in bad shape this morning, but no, you wouldn’t hear of it.” 

Tommy just flops into the bed with a groan. Before he could ask for anything you interject, “And no whiskey either young man, just tea and soup.” You hear him grumbling into his pillow at that one. You go to the kitchen to prepare his soup and tea, talking to yourself, “If only he listened to me this morning, he’d probably be better by now, but no, big Mr. Shelby had meetings today!” Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Tommy is delirious with fever. Hair in a mess and eyes glazed over, he can barely see. His poor face was all red and splotchy. With every cough, his head felt like it was going to explode. He feels a cool rag on his forehead, now realizing that you entered the room. “Poor thing,” you coddle, “You are in rough shape. No, certainly no more work for you today.” Struggling to sit up, he takes the cup of tea from you. “You know love, I think I might be a little bit ill.” 

You lightly slap his arm, “Well you don’t say Mr. Shelby!” Drinking the hot tea, he manages to point out, “Well at least I have a good nurse to take care of me.” You bend down and kiss his hot forehead, “That you do Mr. Shelby that you do.” Finishing the tea he resumes, “Does this mean I get a sponge bath from my hot nurse?” You glare at him not trying to sound amused by him, “No, now have your soup.” 

“But nurse I need a sponge bath! I’m all sweaty from the fever!” he teases. 

“Eat your soup, Thomas!”

[definitelynotstable]

Camomile pt. 4 [Ghost x gn!Reader]

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10

AN: The dreaded essay is due at 5pm (like exactly 5hours away) and instead of doing it I’m on the couch writing fanfiction. I’ve been at university for THREE YEARS and still start shit last minute. Feeling silly. 

Synopsis: Ghost doesn't talk much about himself, you decide to ask. Word count: 811 Warnings: none! Ghost x gn!Reader: no explicit romance but a wee crush might be developing! Fluffy as fuck <3

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“Ghost?” His callsign is soft and tentative on your lips. You aren’t quite used to addressing your Lieutenant so casually yet. 

“Hm?” He hums, eyes still fixed on his ragged copy of Pride and Prejudice. He’s wearing the plain black neckmuff again - the one that sits snug under his eyes. Blond hair tousled and pale brows furrowed in concentration. When you don’t reply his cobalt gaze flicks up and reaches you over the worn cover. “What is it?”

You pull your lip between your teeth, worrying it back and forth. Questions burn in the back of your throat. Often you get intrusive urges to blurt out questions you know to be insensitive. It’s hard. You’re talkative and inquisitive to a fault, Soap and Gas don’t mind but you knew getting to know the Lieutenant would require a more gentle approach. 

“You don’t talk much about yourself.” The statement leaves your lips before you have the chance to find something better to say. The burning questions, still eager to be asked, simmer down slightly.

The crease in the Lieutenants brow softens slightly as he studies you. “Not must to say,” he responds gruffly but not unkind.

You pull away from the intensity of his gaze, focusing on the steaming mug of camomile in front of you and how it burns under your fingertips.

“I-“ you swallow, nervous, “I just wanted to make sure you don’t feel neglected. I talk a lot and sometimes I forget other people have things to say and share.”

His brow is furrowed again. More confused than anything, his head tilts to the side as he watches you ramble. 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is you can talk to me. I’ll listen to anything you have to say.” You finish, out of breath.

He seems to be frozen in place. Your eyes flick nervously between him and the table. With unsteady hands you take a sip of your tea, flinching when it burns your tongue. Desperate to fill the awkward silence, you push your chair back and almost stumble over to the sink. The whine of the tap wills the silence and you sigh, topping your mug up with a bit of cold water. 

“My favourite colour is green.” 

You turn around in surprise, Ghost still sits at the table, his back to you.

You open your mouth to reply but the Lieutenant continues. 

“Not the camo green we wear everyday,” he swallows, you wait, hands curling around your camomile, hip against the counter. “The green of the ocean, when the beach is rocky and the water’s cold.”

You smile even though he can’t see you. “I know what you mean. The sky’s overcast and someone brave is probably jumping off a pier.” 

He chuckles, nodding. The sound is warm and low in his chest. “That’s the one.”

You shuffle back to the table and slip back into your chair. The furrow in his brow is gone again, cool eyes sparkling despite the dim kitchen light. He leans forward to rest his elbows on the table, taking a sip from his own mug. He licks his lips. 

“What’s yours?”

“My favourite colour?”

He hums a confirmation.

You let out a deep breath. It’s not something you think about often in the military - surrounded by muted greys, greens, browns and blacks. 

“Probably green too,” you admit, the Lieutenant raises a pale eyebrow. “Like a forest green - not as dark as pine but not too bright either. Maybe more the colour of fern or moss?”

“Pretty.” 

You blink, nodding. “Yeah, reminds me of home.”

“Me too,” he whispers, eyes slightly glazed. You watch as his lashes flutter and he shakes himself out of whatever reverie claimed him for a moment. You’ve never seen him more human. Hair tousled, eyelids heavy. 

He clears his throat and stands, placing his mug in the sink with a soft ‘clink’. You watch him carefully as he hovers in the kitchen for a moment. 

“G’night, sergeant.” His voice has lost the soft vulnerability he had moments ago but is still gentle and quiet as he reaches the doorway.

“Night, LT,” you echo with a yawn. 

He throws a glance at you over his shoulder, “Go rest. Early start t’morrow.”

You flash him a tired smile and a mock salute as you stand. “Yes, sir.”

He holds your gaze for a moment before nodding, slipping out and closing the door gently behind him. 

You fall back into your seat with a sigh. Something stirs inside your chest but you push it down. You’re just tired and anxious - nothing more. 

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Masterlist

Next Part:

[krazykiki05]

There’s Just Not Enough Hours in the Day

Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him.

I

I Part 7 I

I

I hear the door slam, Papa entering first. “Anything?” I ask.

“Well I got nothin’.” Bucky announces.

“No one’s talking about Donya.” Bucky sits down next to me and Sam sits across. Papa goes to the kitchen. 

“That’s because Karli’s the only one fighting for them. And she’s not wrong.” Sam says.

“You really think her ends justify her means? Then she’s no different than him or anybody else we’ve fought.” Bucky sasses. 

“Sam has a point.” I snap. Bucky glares at me.

 “See? She’s different. She’s not motivated by the same things.” Sam explains. Papa brings over a tray of cherry blossom tea. 

“That little girl. What’d she tell you?” Bucky asks Papa. I furrow my eyebrows. Little girl? Papa looks at Bucky, then at Sam, then back at Bucky. He sets the try down as he speaks. 

“The funeral is this afternoon.”

“You know the Dora’s coming for you any minute.” Bucky threatens. “In fact they’re probably lurking outside right now.” I glazed at the door, gullible enough to think they actually were. “Keep talking.” 

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli.” Papa concludes. 

“I won’t let that happen.” I promise. 

“Thank you Malyshka, but I prefer to keep my leverage.” Bucky stands up. I sat up, worried about his next move. Bucky rips the cup out of my father's hand and tosses at the wall behind him, missing my father’s head my mere inches. I stand up.

“James!” I yell. 

“You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” He growls. I get between them. “Annika, move.” Bucky demanded, not breaking eye contact with my father. 

“Take it easy. Don’t engage him.” Sam says softly, going behind Papa. I might be injured, and don’t stand 5 seconds, but I will fight Bucky. “He’s just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing.” Sam encircled, glancing at me. I nod to him to let him know I got this. “Let me make a call.” He requested before walking out. Bucky continues to stare down my father. I shove him away. Bucky finally looks at me. His steel blue eyes boring into my amber ones. They were piercing, intimidating. But I stood my ground.

“Annika, it’s quite alright.” Papa says from behind me. I ignore him.

“Why don’t you listen to your father? Since you won’t listen to me.” Bucky snides before walking off. I didn’t want this. The two men in my life, always at each other’s throats. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Malyshka, come sit down. You shouldn’t be standing and I made some cherry blossom tea.” As if on cue, my wound started throbbing. I guess the adrenaline wore off. I wince and hold my side, letting my father guide me back to the couch. 

~~~~~~~

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bucky asks when he saw me ready to go like them.

 “I’m coming with whether you like it or not. You can bitch about it on the way.” I answer before stomping out the door. I hear footsteps follow me. 

“You serious? You’re a liability.” Bucky says as we walk down the sidewalk.

 “As you can see, I walk perfectly fine.” that was a lie. Every step shot a sharp pain into my wound. “Besides, you need all the help you can get. If I can walk, I can fight.” I defend. Bucky growls to himself. Isn’t he glad he’s dating such a strong woman? (note the sarcasm) 

“Karli Morganthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.” John yells.

 “Ah! How’d you find us now?” I knew Bucky already had no patience for John between the two Zemos he dealt with earlier.

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“This better be an unbelievable explain-” John was getting too close to Bucky so I stepped in between them, stopping John with my hand. He glares at me.

“Hey, take it easy before it gets weird.” Sam warns.

“I know where Karli is.” Papa speaks up from behind us. He starts to walk but John stops him. I was about to defend him too, but Bucky held onto me by the collar of my leather jacket. 

~~~~~~~~

“It might be worth a try.” Lemar suggests. John scans all of us before rolling his eyes.

“We’ll deal with you two later.” He says, pointing to my father and I.

 “She’s done nothing wrong!” Sam defends. 

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion. My associate is just up ahead.” Papa says, gesturing to a little girl a block away. 

[dergeistvond]

 Regards to the besties that read Herumwüten - I probably will never rewrite it but looking through my drafts here is possibly my favourite thing I wrote for it: que me & the proxies going to McDonalds. @/yeschelseabuns has like 3 edits of her being the cashier and it's the funniest shit this fandom saw ever. Now Herumwüten, and this silly installment were all written in this spring so it may not be the best thing ever (it's bad imo) since 1st person pov isn't my cup of tea and neither was this one written very seriously. Still it's a silly little thing and I'd like for it to be seen. (It hasn't seen the sunlight since mfkin March I think)

⟪ It’s been a month since I’ve moved into the manor. Can’t say I’ve been doing much since then – maybe sewing a lot more to kill time. I’d love talk to more people from here but I just completely stagnate when it gets to it haha. Natalie’s been nice enough check in some times and stay for a while with me and Toby. He’s been really the only one I’ve been clinging to, coming in daily and just be a fool with me. He’s been taking the bed sometimes, I’d sleep on the windowsill, don’t mind it though, he only does it when he’s drop-dead tired - I’d feel bad get him move. I’ve been lending him my clothes sometimes as well, thank C. we’re same height, bandaged him at times. He’s like, my kid now I guess, I don’t care about the fact he’s older, I love him like that I suppose.

In return, he’s been trying make connections for me, correcting people that call me the wrong terms, speaking for me even - I guess just trying to make my move in easier. I’ve been pestering the Proxies obviously, can’t say it’s been well or bad, just awkward. It’s not like I don’t like them, I just can’t say a thing. Am I autistic? Is there something wrong with ⟫ a faint knock on my door made me drop the pen I’ve been noting down my thoughts with, “Come in!” I announce, seeing my boy walk through hesitant, closing the door behind. “-You’ll take your gear off when you talk to me.” I state further, hearing a faint sigh before he pulled down his mask, raising his goggles over his bangs.

  “-What’s the matter, sales went down?” I crack a smile at my own joke, looking up at him from my cursive, mild discomfort on his scarred face. “Y-yeah, no, buh none… None of that. We’ve uhm, all got ssome time off-“ bone crack. “-fuhck. And uhm, the- the guys they wanna, y’know, er, go somewhere.” Bone crack number two, wherever they’re going it’s making Toby anxious – fidgeting with his fingers when he spoke. I shifted from my pose, sitting on the windowsill, tapping lightly the place beside. He sat down, broken noises between curses under his breath audible. “Alright.” “And they’re – they’re going by uhm, they’re going by c’car.”

Oh. I’m sorry. It’s obvious why you’re upset. It’s so clear why you’re shaking and tapping your foot like that. I,

  I pulled him close, there was no way in Hell I’m leaving him like this, twitching – no, convulsing like that. “It’s going to be fine, you know Chief’s watching over us… You don’t have to go, y’know, democracy.” He pushed away at the joke, looking in mild disgust with those glazed eyes, “ye-yeah right.” “You wanna be afraid all your life?” “I  buh– I don’t see you going to any medic either!” Fair enough, no need be snappy ‘bout it. “Do you think she’d want you to be afraid? Do you think she’d be happy with you like this?”

Maybe I should’ve kept measures of my words, receiving the heaviest slap right across the face I’ve got in my life so far. Suits me right, but I ain’t taking it back. With that he simply got up, and left. Very well then, go cry about it.

   Maybe Robyn was right about me, just a thought. But now she’s dead anyway… Yeah, cool, alright, fine! I sighed, dropping my journal in exchange of putting on my sneakers, before getting up to brush my short hair and putting on my coat. If he wants to be like that, fine. None of my business, let him be.

  I left my room finally, looking around the hall. Should’ve asked if they’re waiting for me before deciding to pull that stunt – it’s fine. It’s fine. Nobody on the hall, and although it makes me feel meek, I decided knock on the much dreaded door of my superiors. No response… No response? Alright. Erhm, they gotta be out then.

  Out it is then. I bumped into Nina on the stairs, letting out a mumbled sorry but God did it feel horrible. Even shittier considering I like her – she seems fun, been blasting every Saturday morning Ke$ha and Flo Rida like a club in 2012. Whatever, whatever, it’s nothing. Just gotta focus on the bright side, right? Yeah, one day at a time like [[pƎ┴Ɔ∀pƎɹ]] told me to all those years ago. God, if [[pƎ┴Ɔ∀pƎɹ]] would’ve been here, he’d love the place. I sprinted down the rest of the manors halls, making sure the guys didn’t leave without me… I just realized I’m not actually invited. Ah, fuck it! Brian’s nice enough take me in.

  Much to my surprise the first person to be standing outside the car was the same who just gave me the smack of my years, shaking, but still standing there regardless. Did he tell them to wait for me? That’s, nice… Manipulative piece of shit, he wants me to feel bad! It seemed Bri- Hoodie, fuck, parenthesis - I should stop calling them on names like we’ve known each other for years. He’s already inside the small vehicle, taking the driver’s spot, while the man with the porcelain face leaned onto the opposite door, discarding of what used to be a cigarette, stomping lightly on it before dragging his mask back on, letting the smoke flow out under it.

  “Are you sure you want to come Rogers? We know you hate driving-“ “I’m fine.” Stubborn – yet deceiving nobody, his body didn’t allow it; Keeping on cracking his phalanxes. “Just making sure.” And with that Masky got the spot beside our driver. I took a glance over at Toby, he wasn’t there – mentally at least. I would’ve wanted put my hand on his shoulder wake him up from the trance, but I stopped myself, some reason I didn’t understand either. It didn’t matter, it did the job anyway. He walked sheepishly into the back of the car, and for once I couldn’t tell what was going on with him. I entered lastly, taking the place beside the other window, instinctively reaching for my pockets to grab my phone and earphones. Yeah… forgot, we have no connection to the outside world except for maybe the ⟪family PC⟫ and whatever tech Ben had in his room.

  Well that’s a bummer. “- Tell us if you want to slow down the car, alright?” The masked man turned back to us one more time, getting a nod from Toby before turning back.  With that the engine finally started running. I tried ignore the way Toby clutched onto the leather of the backseat like his life depended on it, or the way he tried hide the way he was rapidly breathing, or the way his eyes got watery underneath his goggles. Man, I’m not sure if I’m being a son of a bitch or if he’s exaggerating.

Probably both, honestly.

  “Ar’ aren’t you guys putting on your seatbelts!?” He squeaked like a dog’s chew-toy, I mean, I never wore the seatbelt, whether I trusted the driver or not, it was a risk I was assuming for comfort, let’s be real everyone does that. “C’mon little man, the car isn’t going to blow up!” It was Hoodie’s time to do the negotiating with him, although he got no response out of that. I guess silence is better than being lectured on road safety. I mean, how safe is it for a schizophrenic, a taxidermist, a guy with several neurological disorders and Brian to be in the same car? Exactly.

  -

  The drive is relatively quiet so far, snickers from the front, yet the same tense atmosphere here in the back. At this point I’m not bothering anymore, I’m too far in thought. It’s exactly as it used to be before I left home, joyriding and looking out the window, getting lost in memories and scenarios while seeing the world through glass. I’d be lying to say I didn’t miss this – They guys anyway remind me of some relatives, not someone specific, they just seem like they’d be part of my distant family.

  My train of thought crashed like a train once I’ve been called out to, not by name, but definitely called to. “Hey, Mini Leatherface, could you hand over that bag from the back?” Hoodie called out, precisely. I did as asked, watching as he took out a CD with some marker notes on it, popping it into the car’s CD player. Finally, some music. Hopefully something good. “We still got nothing to call her, uh, him?” “Nope.” Damn I wish they did though, would’ve made moving in easier having some title. “Can’t be that hard – Are you kids alright there in the back if I smoke?” “Fine by me.” I huffed, seemed like the question was addressed more towards me anyway. I’d rather not have Masky, or anyone really know even the smoke is reminding me of home, usually I’d feel bad thinking about it, but not now. Don’t know what’s with now, but I’m fine, unlike a certain someone.

It’s nice just, losing touch of reality, exactly my reality which is, let’s be honest just my pessimism blinding me, but not now. Not now, with people laughing at inside jokes I don’t understand, with the constant speed blurring the view ever so slightly, I “We’re all getting the same thing or do you guys want something else than the happy meal and nuggets?” “Brian, we have food at home!” Masky butted in, “I’m getting you an apple pie.” “Fine.” He grumbled, laughing at his own defeat.

  “Toby? You okay?” I ask, remembering I wasn’t alone in the car with these two; He’s been so quiet you could barely tell he’s there. Words falling to deaf ears it seems, he’s been gazing down at back of the driver’s chair since we left it seems, hands dangerously close to his lips -  terminally lost. Did I really put a man in maybe one of the worst scenes he could relive? No! Obviously not, we’re just going to Mcdonalds! He’s straight up ruining the mood – not cool man, not cool. I shook him, getting angry. “-Answer me.” “Wh’ what?” “Get your fingers away from your mouth, I just know you’ll chew through your mask.” I add, knowing he’d straight up tear at his flesh if he got the chance. “R’right.” “You’re holding up well, y’know?” But lies, well, sometimes I gotta lie I guess, anything for the mood! A small hum in response. “I uhm, I feel sick.” “Well uhh, try look through the front window. Learnt from my cousin, she’s got motion sickness.” I brag, obviously. “Do-don’t wanna.” Okay stop playing such pissy bitch and listen to me before I grab you by the hair and pull you to look- “Lay down. You can’t see the road I guess, helped my nosebleed once.” I’ve had it with this guy. I give my good advice and you just, defy it? Not listen to me??

  Finally, he shifted from being as stiff as a plank to half laying onto the whole of the backseat, including using my leg as a pillow. Not weirdest shit I’ve put up to. Supposing as long as he doesn’t pass out it’s fine. “Don’t put your hands on your chest, only dead people lay like that.” I tried get a cackle at least, “Y-you lay like, lay like that!” I mean, he’s not wrong. “You heard him guys, t’is but my Last Supper.” “Can we not talk about the dead now!?” Maybe I changed my mind, I guess grief isn’t really something to be mad at. “I have to agree with Rogers on this one. Wouldn’t want the cashier think we’re attending funerals.” Wait we’re already at the drive through? So it seemed, hearing the window roll down. “Everyone shush for a second! Could I have four happy meals, four six pieces and an apple pie?”  

 “-Thank you!” Truth be said, I wasn’t hungry, but it’d be disrespectful refuse considering I didn’t pay for anything and the food was already in my hand. “We’re not going home like, right now after this, right?” I ask, the thought coming mechanically. As much of a pain going joyriding with Toby was, I’d rather be out there on the road than by the windowsill of my room all day like I had been for the previous month. “’Course not, there’s still some time left of the day, and I know just the place!” The energy this man held, damn it’s hard not be happy around Hoodie, it’s like he had some wizard cast a spell for him.

  I didn’t know what to expect, at some point the music just got louder and we went on the road. I would’ve honestly expected hate their taste but it’s really songs that grow on you, and if I were bold enough I would’ve actually asked for a tracklist. Not much to say, Toby fucking fell asleep, the Sun’s just about to drop from the sky. Would it be rude eat in the car? It seemed to be really taken care of.

  We ended up by some body of water I didn’t recognize, still through the forested area, but this didn’t seem Rosswood, far from it actually. It felt familiar though, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. It seemed like [[REDACTED]], I haven’t been here in ages, I used to come by in the Summers as a kid. “Well? Do you like it? I’ve been meaning come here for some time now!” Brian asked cheerfully, getting out of the car, the guys and I following after, well Masky and I. I couldn’t be bothered wake that raccoon up. “It’s a nice view.” “ Oh,I know this place.” I muttered opening the brown bag to get my food out.

“H’hey, why didn’t you guys tell me we stopped moving!?” There he is, awake on his own, lunch in hand. “Was it really that bad if you managed sleep for what, solid 20 minutes?” I asked, ruffling his hair. “Guess, guess not.” He muttered, under the weather. “Listen man, I gotta say it I wasn’t the brightest bring you-know-who into the discussion earlier. If we could move past that, I’d like that but if not, I guess I understand.” There it is, I think an apology. “N-no, you’re right. I didn’t die, guess she wouldn’t had, wouldn’t had wanted me to be afraid all my life.” We sat on the car hood, just looking over at the surroundings as the Sun began to drown, having I guess lunch. “She’s gotta be proud of you.” “You think?” No actually, but it doesn’t hurt anyone be kind. “Yeah… When we get back, think I’ll check by E.J. or Nurse Ann, think it’s time I check out what’s lack of in this vessel.” I mumbled, looking over at the waters, at my superiors beside one another, the sky, anything. “Do you want me to come with, with you?”

“That’d be nice.”

[watch-grok-brainrot]

ajsksk hey! i'm so sorry for not taking time earlier but i've got a little bit of time rn. christmas is a very busy time for my family since my brother's birthday follows right after the christmas days on the 28th!! and then my birthday is on the fifth january and y'know we cook a lot of food and bake a lot.

i can't for the life of me remember if i sent an ask already, but yeah the emojis where wwx. i thought going with a skull would be too obvious so i went with something that could've been wen ning too, except for the paint. which is kind of a reference to the fact that in a lot of modern aus wwx is an artist and that in canon he drew lwj!!

some questions: do you prefer spicy, sour or sweet food? i'm not a fan of spicy things since i have a low tolerance (in contrast to my siblings and my father), i actually quite like eating sour things because i think it's really enjoyable. you could see me biting happily into a lemon just so i can taste the sourness. i like sweet things too!!

did you have any wishes for christmas? and if yes, did you get it? i got a new game called ghost of tsushima, it's set in ancient japan and is about the samurai jin sakai and his journey of freeing his homeland from the mongols. which kind of results in him going against the samurai codex so that he can protect his people. that's how he earns the title "the ghost" (while yeah his uncle insists that jin would never go against his teachings and the samurai codex, which... he kind of does but also doesn't?? it's hard because he is the last real samurai in tsushima and they're at war). anyways, sorry for ranting!!

do you have any tattoos or would you like to get any? if the latter, what would it be? if not, why wouldn't you want any?

i hope you have a fun day 💞 - ❄🐇

i like all food? there’s a sichuan flavor profile called “fish fragrance” and it’s garlic, ginger, green onions, sugar, and vinegar mixed with sichuan spicy bean paste. So can i just say yes? look. fish fragrant eggplant is one of my top favorite vegetarian dishes. OMG so gooooood. so is fish fragrant pork... which sounds weird but is DELCIOUS... mmmmm... i like eating sour things too. definitely guilty of giving myself chemical burns from warheads as a kid... did anyone else do that? lol. 

uh... wishes for xmas? i was hoping for something but it was really expensive and i didn’t actually ask for it. i didn’t get it but i don’t mind.  i did get tea though! and teas i don’t usually drink or buy for myself!! so i’m excited! :D japanese teas are not something i end up exploring often... i still don’t know if one of the teas i got is an oolong or a black tea though... it’s labeled oolong black ginger or something like that. looks like a black tea... but maybe a roasted oolong? ope. the ginger smells are AMAZING in that tea and overpower other notes... so i’ll have to brew it and guess. i’m so excited to try it! I also got a yuzu sencha that might have matcha mixed in... so i’ll have to find my good filter for it... and a hojicha. mmmmm. tea! 

i don’t have any tattoos. I am unlikely to get any. it’s mostly because i don’t want to permanently put something on my body. i only have my ear lobes pierced. I’m fairly conservative/reserved... except for the streak of color i have in my hair... but i can always grow that out... i say this but i’ve had a streak of color in my hair since 2006... so eh? lol. other people want tattoos? by all means. I'll admire the pretty and have things to talk to people about. i love so many of my friends’ tattoos! one of my friend has what he calls a nerd barcode. he has a D&D dragon ampersand, a cow-like wolf from wheel of time, and something else that i can’t remember. those are all things HE WILL TALK ABOUT so having it on his arm is pretty neat. He also has a biohaz symbol on his chest. something about a game he used to play. idk. another one of my friends does a lot of amtgard and has chainmail/armor patterns on his upper arm. really neat looking. if i got one, it would probably be something octopus related or an inside joke with my husband... but like i said, i don’t really want a tattoo. 

<3 

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If you accept requests still, can you pls do one where Grace gets angry when Tommy says your name in his sleep, and even though he denies his feelings for you, she never seems to believe him.

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pairing: thomas shelby x female reader

request : If you accept requests still, can you pls do one where Grace gets angry when Tommy says your name in his sleep, and even though he denies his feelings for you, she never seems to believe him.

warnings : slightly ooc tommy, angst, breakups, mention of sex, non graphic hinting of sex, soft tommy, mention of alcohol and being drunk (not reader), sad grace, kind of bad ending i’m sorry, cheesy

word count : 2.6k (2666)

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A year ago today he broke her heart. He took away a part of her and didn’t let her remember how she fell for him or how he fell away from her. If she were to describe their life, she might have said that it was perfect, but now, her memory blocked out so much of their time together, including when he took away her love.

Now, she sat and drank tea with her friend, whilst her eyes glazed over at her friend’s question of: ‘have you seen him since then?’

“Um,” she swallowed, blinking herself back into reality. “No, haven’t really… sought him out.”

“I get it,” her friend hummed. “When Robert and I took that month-long break, I felt like I wanted to ignore him. He’ll come around.”

“It’s been a year,” she scoffed out. “Not really expecting him to ‘come around’ anytime soon.”

Her friend frowned, reaching out and grasping Y/N’s hand. But the feel of someone else’s hand in hers reminded her too much of holding hands with Tommy in bed, tracing his nose whilst he pretended to dislike it with a smile on his face.

Y/N squeezed back and dropped the hand, leaning back and finishing her tea. “When does Robert get off work?”

“Oh, he’ll be home anytime soon,” she grinned. “He’ll love seeing you, if you want to stay.”

“No, I think I’ll go home,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. This probably wasn’t fun at all for you. The last hour’s been all about me—”

“And next time, we’ll talk all about me,” her friend assured. “You’re allowed to be selfish, Y/N. Today isn’t your day, and that’s fine.”

Y/N swallowed harshly, standing up to hug her friend. “Sorry. Thank you. I—”

“You’re welcome,” her friend finished for her. “Now get out of here. I haven’t seen my husband alone for a week,” she winked, and Y/N’s laugh echoed through the room as she moved to the door.

“Have fun,” she sang, opening the door and rushing out and her friend called a similar farewell before the door shut.

-

When Y/N met Tommy, she should have stayed away. She should have taken one look at that (gorgeous) man and walked the other way.

She should have done anything other than befriend him and later invite him into her bed.

When she woke the morning after a night of dancing, which was followed by Tommy bending her over her desk in her room, she’d been delightfully shocked to find his arm curled around her middle with his chest rising and falling behind her back.

She’d shifted against him, and he’d grumbled something about the weather being too bad for him to leave.

She’d turned, facing him and watching his eyes open and look at her. She shivered when the blanket slipped off of her legs a bit, and she’d just tucked them under again when Tommy grasped her legs and pulled one over his hips and the other against his legs.

She fell asleep like that, forehead against his chest and hand in his.

She woke up a while later—it could’ve been minutes or hours, she didn’t know—and had to go to the bathroom, gently removing her legs from his still sleeping form.

When she stepped out again, she went to the kitchen and brought some water for tea to a boil and brought out some bread and other small foods.

Glancing out of the window, she saw the storm outside, and she could hear the branches of trees slamming into the others.

She was so focused on the sounds outside that she didn’t sense Tommy until his hands grasped her hips, pressing his lips to her neck. When she arched into him, his hands slipped lower… lower until she was gasping into his other hand that he pressed against her mouth, whispering words into her ear that made her legs buckle and her hips jut.

She thought he’d leave once he got what he wanted since the storm had cleared up, but he stayed, smoking (by the window after she berated him with her hands on her hips) and chatting with her.

When night fell, he left her with an uncharacteristically gentle, long kiss which ended with her pressed against the door he was starting to walk through.

He joined her on her walk to work the next day, not saying much but successfully scaring off anyone who might talk to her. He continued with this, and a week later, he kissed her—harder and shorter than the kisses they’d shared before—at the entrance to her job, uncaring of the gaping shock of both her coworkers and the busy streets.

-

When Grace woke up, she rolled out of bed. It was early, and she’d wanted to go shopping.

Dressed and ready to go now, she leaned over Tommy and pressed a kiss to his forehead and then on his cheek. Her body warmed when he sleepily brought his mouth to hers for a quick kiss. But her heart dropped when he whispered a name.

Not hers.

“Y/N,” he grumbled, and she’d been so shocked her legs failed her. She stumbled back and hit a chair, subsequently waking Tommy up.

He must have known. From the way he stared at Grace with wide eyes that didn’t suit his usually stoic face and his speechlessness, he knew what he’d done.

“Grace—” he started, but she held up a hand.

“No.”

“Grace,” he tried again, but she wasn’t listening. Was every ‘I love you’ that he’d whispered against her skin for her?

“Are—are you… fucking her?”

“No,” he snapped, standing out of the bed. He slipped his pants on before facing her.

“Are you seeing her? Meeting up with her when I’m sleeping?” Grace’s face was red now, equal parts hurt and angry and embarrassed.

“No,” he barked.

“Then tell me why you’re saying her fucking name?” Grace’s soft voice was sharp now, still the same pitch as usual but shorter and snappier.

“Grace,” he sighed, but she’d had enough. She picked up one of her bags and stomped away, ignoring Tommy’s voice calling after her.

“I’m done! You and I are done!” she yelled.

She only slowed down once out of the house, wanting to seem casual as she kept her head down to hide her red eyes.

She knew where she should go.

-

Y/N was on her street. People still walked in circles around her, her reputation as ‘Tommy’s Girl’ still helping her get to places without being bothered.

When she turned onto her street, she hurried down before reaching a couple metres from her door, waiting to hear the jokes from her brother who was staying with her for a couple of days.

Grace fucking Burgess on the steps going to her home. She sighed, trying to prepare herself for whatever name-calling might occur, and continued on her way.

“‘Scuse me,” she muttered as she tried to pass Grace, but Grace shot up, stumbling slightly.

“Y/N!” She was very loud and in Y/N’s face, and Y/N cringed at the smell of alcohol.

“Grace,” she smiled awkwardly, digging into her purse to get her keys. “What are you doing here?” She remembers seeing Grace walking out of Tommy’s workplace only weeks after she and Tommy broke up, and the awkward and pained smile Grace would send the heartbroken girl.

“He still loves you,” Grace said simply, standing like a stick, frowning at her feet.

Y/N froze, hand on her keys. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. “You’re drunk, Grace,” she dismissed, opening her door. “Come in, I’ll get you some water.”

Grace looked at Y/N silently before slowly entering the house. Y/N closed and locked the door behind her, breathing unnecessarily deeply before going to the kitchen where Grace was awkwardly hovering. Before she got there, she saw her brother poke his head out, sending a quizzical look to her. She mouthed ‘it’s okay’, and he shrugged and silently closed his door again.

“I’m sorry,” Grace said.

“It’s okay.”

“I was so angry at first,” she continued. “I wanted to fight you,” she laughed pathetically. “But it’s not your fault Tommy still loves you.” Grace’s face crumbled once more, and Y/N rushed over to gently help her down into the chair by the dining table.

“Grace, you’ve been drinking,” Y/N tried. “You need to rest and then, tomorrow, I’ll help you home.”

“I’ve been drinking because Tommy said your name when I kissed him,” she admitted.

“That doesn’t mean he loves me,” Y/N assured, squatting in front of the feverish looking Grace, pressing a wet towel to Grace’s forehead.

“Was a loving ‘Y/N’,” Grace cried.

“Could be an angry one,” Y/N offered, very aware of the ramblings of a drunk. She hated herself for the spike of hope that flew through her, even if she didn’t believe it. A girl could dream.

“Wasn’t angry.”

“Okay,” she agreed half-heartedly, standing slowly and bringing Grace with her. “We’re gonna go to sleep now, and we can talk tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Okay,” Grace mumbled sadly.

Y/N led Grace to the bed, helping her with taking off the uncomfortable shoes and whatever else she pulled at, before moving to the sofa of her home, falling asleep with a blanket that she threw over herself.

-

A groan woke Y/N up the next morning, and she shot up from the sofa. She stood, trying to remember what she was doing, which took her a couple minutes.

Last night. Grace. Drunk. Tommy loving—

No.

Not Tommy.

“Grace?” she called, going towards her room and hearing the quiet reply from Grace. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

When she entered, Grace was already dressed. “I’m—I’m so sorry,” she rambled, trying to smooth out the bed sheets. “I don’t know what came over me—”

“Grace, it’s fine,” Y/N assured, but that didn’t stop Grace rushing around the room. “Grace, stop, you’ll make yourself sick.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” she said once she stopped moving.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Y/N agreed. “But you are now, and that’s okay.”

She finally calmed enough to go to the kitchen, staying standing as Y/N gave her water and reassuring words.

“What I said yesterday—”

“Was the rambling that comes from drinking—”

“No, it was true.” Grace said.

“Oh.” Flashbacks of their last day together flashed through Y/N’s head, the ignoring, the crying and the end of something she thought might last.

“Good morning!” her brother said, very loudly, and both Grace and Y/N looked at him.

“Daniel,” Y/N hissed. Grace looked like she’d cry from fear for a second, hungover. “Sorry, excuse my idiot brother.”

“Daniel,” he greeted Grace. “And you are?”

“Taken,” Y/N spat.

“Not taken,” Grace corrected. “But hungover and heartbroken.”

“You’re just describing a good day,” Daniel grinned.

“No!” Y/N shouted. “No flirting! No, okay? Grace, you should get home and resolve whatever happened, okay? Daniel, you’re doing the dishes.”

“I’ll just go—”

“Why do I have to do the dishes—”

Y/N sighed.

Grace coughed again. “I know my way back,” she assured, pausing before rushing to Y/N and hugging her. “Thank you. Sorry again,” she said, before walking out of the house.

“D’you have to do that?” Y/N asked her brother, but he just laughed and practically skipped to the kitchen.

-

Y/N had been standing outside of where Tommy lived for a couple of minutes. She stepped onto the steps, only to be met by the door opening with Grace on the other side.

“Y/N,” she smiled, but her eyes were red and watery. “He’s all yours,” she sighed.

“You can have my brother?” Y/N offered, and Grace laughed, but Y/N was wondering if she’d get a call asking for Daniel anytime soon.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

She’d left the door open, and Y/N went in and shut the door behind her. “To—Mister Shelby?”

No reply. She knew where his study was, so she headed in that direction.

He was there. She hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Mister Shelby,” she greeted, unsure if she should be curtsying.

“Y/N,” he greeted back.

Silence for a couple of moments. It threatened to crawl up her throat and let out the words she’d been keeping in for a year.

“I—is Grace okay?”

He didn’t answer verbally, but he nodded.

She scoffed. “You don’t look very fucking bothered by your ‘lover’,” she mocked angrily, “leaving you.”

“I am,” he said, and from his chair he looked so vulnerable, looking up at her from across the desk. He looked the opposite of his intimidating persona, but she knew it was there somewhere, hidden beneath it. She couldn’t afford to start thinking that he might actually be the person he pretended to be with her.

“Sure you are,” she rolled her eyes.

“Why are you here?” He stood, and the illusion of a vulnerable Tommy faded from mind. He towered over her in more than one way. “If it is to berate me, I suggest you leave.”

“I—”

Why was she here? To see if Grace was okay was the thing she told herself, but she wondered if her pathetic heart yearned to see Tommy, no matter the consequences.

“I just…” she paused. “I don’t know. I’ll go. Nice seeing you, Tommy.”

She hadn’t taken one step before he’d rounded the desk, catching her arm and spinning her to face him. It was then she realised that he had the red outline of a handprint on his cheek, and she laughed softly at the idea of Grace putting him in his place for a moment.

His eyes twinkled the way they always did when she laughed, but stopped when she yanked her arm from his.

“Let me show you something,” he tried. She frowned, but the tone of his voice told her that, if he was the begging type, he would be on his knees in front of her.

“You have five minutes,” she snapped, ignoring the jump of her heart when he pulled her over to his desk. Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked a compartment and led her hand to the handle.

When she opened it, her heart may as well have fallen onto the dozen or so letters that were thrown haphazardly into the wooden box.

Y/N,

I should visit more often. I should tell you how much I love you, yet everything I’ve learned is that I have fallen out of love with you.

She swallowed, almost putting down the letter, but she continued the painful reading.

I don’t believe it because I wished that it would not happen to us, but maybe our time has come. Everyone told me that when I grow comfortable, it is the end of the loving part of our love.

I should visit you.

T

It was dated before the end of their relationship, and she gently placed it down on the table. Taking a glance at the rest of the letters, there were several that were weeks, months even, after they fought and broke it off.

“Tommy,” she choked, turning. “W—why… I—” She was breathless in the way that hurt her throat to speak.

He just watched her, but when she stammered a bit more, he cautiously reached a hand out to her.

She practically fell into him, heart burning as she cried into his chest. He cradled her against him, bringing them both to his chair. She pressed her head into his neck and breathed him in.

“You broke my heart,” she cried.

“I know,” he replied.

And maybe they couldn’t fix this, but Tommy would be damned if he didn’t try. And Y/N was too vulnerable to do anything but bask in his attention and love.

And when she pressed a kiss to his palm after several moments, somewhere, their love story was being rewritten.

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Welcome to the Family, Boy (Alcina x Fem!Reader Fanfic)

First thank you all for your support for my first Dimitrescu fanfic. I truly appreciate it and all the support this community has given me on. Let's go on to the next one, shall we?

Premise: After a long and stressful week, your wife Alcina wants to help you let off some steam. However, your amorous activities are cut short by an unexpected surprise.

Warning: blood. There are some steamy scenes in here but nothing explicit, so it's mostly safe for work.

As you climb the stairs to your bedroom, you heave a great sigh. It’s been a long and stressful week. Daniela had caused a small fire in the wine cellar basement by knocking over a lantern when she had gotten a little too eager for a feeding. It was eventually put out, but the corpse was burned in the process. Alcina had been furious at the waste of resources. It had taken a full day to get rid of the ash, but the basement was clean. Well, as clean as it could be. Aside from the wine cellar, Alcina didn’t seem to care much about cleaning up the basement. Well, it was over now. Now you just couldn’t wait to curl up next to your wife and get a good sleep.

You arrive at your doorway and hear Maria Callas singing “Casta Diva” from within. You smile. Your mutual love for opera was one of the first things you discussed as you were courting. Before you reach your hand to knock at the door, you hear Alcina call, “Is that you iubirea mea?”

“Yes, dear,” you reply. You stretch your arms behind your head. “Oh, I just can’t wait to get into bed-” Your voice cuts off as you see what your wife is wearing. She is wearing a black peignoir and as she stands up, she casts it off to reveal a black and red lingerie set.

She smiles wickedly. “I can’t wait to get into bed with you either.”

You don’t move. You can only stare. Her scarlet lips match the exact shade of the lingerie. Without any sleeves, you see her muscular arms and you blush as you recall what those arms feel like wrapped around you. Her legs are on full display as well with a red stocking clipped to a garter. They reach up to your shoulders and you have spent many a time nestled in them with your head on her lap. You open your mouth to reply but find nothing coming out.

Alcina pouts and puts one hand behind her on the bed. “Come, pet,” she purrs, beckoning you with a red fingernail. “You’re not going to stand there all day, are you?”

You don’t say anything. You cross the space between you and your wife in three steps and launch yourself over into her waiting arms. The scent of her perfume is overwhelming and you breathe it in. You close your eyes and kiss her chin, her laugh lines and finally her lips. She laughs through the kiss and holds your head between her hands. “Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Don’t talk,” you rasp, your voice full of desire.

She smiles. “All right, draga mea. No talking then.” She kisses you deeply and you weave your hands through her locks.

She picks you up and carries you across the room, kissing all the while until you reach the wall. You lean your head on the wall behind you and wrap your legs around her waist. “I’ve needed this, my love,” you whisper against her lips.

Ding dong!

You hear the doorbell resound through the castle. You break the kiss and fix her with a quizzical expression. “Were you expecting anyone?” you ask.

She shakes her head quickly. “No. Could be a solicitor. Could be a vampire hunter coming to put a stake in all our hearts.” Her golden eyes are glazed over with desire. “Right now I couldn’t care less at the moment.” She nuzzles your neck and you sigh. She breaks away and looks at you, an unasked question in her eyes. She’s hungry. You nod your consent and she pulls away your nightgown to bear your neck and shoulders. She pulls you close and bites your neck and feeds on the blood pooling around your neck. You feel her neck working against your chest as she drinks. You take pleasure in every gasp and moan she makes. You feel pleasantly light-headed by the time she pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

Ding dong!

Alcina groans and bares her teeth in anger. “It’s getting too late for this!”

You caress her jaw. “Dear, maybe we should answer it. It could be an emergency.”

She shakes her head impatiently. “It’s probably some snot-nosed kid playing a prank.” She lifts your chin with a finger and gives you a seductive grin. “Don’t focus on it right now, pet. Right now is about you and me.”

“You’re probably right-” She stops the rest of your sentence with a rough kiss, opening your mouth with her tongue. Her hand travels up your leg and her hand making contact against your bare leg gives you a pleasant chill. Her hand rests on your thigh and she pushes you up against the wall again while using her nimble fingers to unhook your garter.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Alcina gives a frustrated growl. “Damn it to hell!”

“Darling,” you say gently petting her arm as a signal to set you down. “If it were kids, they’d be bored and have gone home by now. I’m going to check who it is.”

Your wife crosses her arms and gives an adorable pout. “Fine. Do what you want.”

You adjust your nightgown and wipe any leftover blood and lipstick off your neck. As you walk to the door, Alcina gently puts your dressing gown around your shoulders. You catch her hand and give it a kiss. “I’ll be with you shortly. I just need to get dressed.”

You smile at her. “Very well, darling.” As you turn to leave the door, Alcina catches your shoulder and whispers huskily, “And after we get back, we will most certainly get back the lost time that nuisance has stolen from us.”

You blush furiously and kiss her goodbye. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the doorbell ring again. Once, twice, three times. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming. I’m coming.” You grasp the brass handles and with a great effort manage to open the doors wide. You’re jealous of Alcina in moments like these. She could open the doors with such ease that you forget that each door weighed hundreds of pounds.

You are surprised to see Heisenberg holding something wrapped in cloth. You can’t help but smile when you see Heisenberg. Heisenberg and Alcina may be like oil and water, but the two of you liked each other almost instantly. He told you once that “anyone who could put up with that bitch for more than 20 seconds must be a good person. And you have to put up with her for life!”

Heisenberg returns your smile. “Hi, hon.”

“Hi Karl. How about you come in and warm up with a nice cup of tea?” You stand aside to allow him in. “Come on. It’s freezing out there.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, honey, but I really can’t stay long. Is your ball and chain around? This question concerns her too.”

“Heisenberg,” you hear your wife’s drawl. You both look to see her descending the stairs. There is no evidence of your amorous activities as she has on a fresh coat of lipstick, is fully dressed and her hair is pinned perfectly in place under her hat. “To what do I owe this rather unpleasant surprise?”

Heisenberg clenches his teeth. “Believe me, I wouldn’t come here unless it was an emergency.”

“Then what is it?” Alcina asks as she puts her left hand on your shoulder. You reach up to cover it with your own. “Out with it, and be on your way. Some of us would rather be in bed right now.”

Heisenberg notes your kiss-swollen lips and a hickey already starting to form on your neck. “Yes, I suppose some of us rather would.”

Alcina’s eyes flash and she grits her teeth. “Heisenberg, I swear-”

Heisenberg puts up a placating hand while he holds the bundle with his other. “Ok, ok. I’ll cut to the chase then. Sheesh, do you have any sense of humor?” He unwraps the bundle to reveal a mewling French bulldog. It can’t be more than a couple weeks old.

As you place your hand on your heart Heisenberg continues. “I found him outside of his house. Whole damned family was slaughtered. He needs a place to stay. I thought this might be the best place for him.”

You look at your wife with pleading eyes, but she gives a sharp, “No.”

“Darling-”

“No.” She glares at Heisenberg. “Why can’t you take him in? Maybe it would be an opportunity for you to learn some responsibility for once in your cursed existence.”

You see Heisenberg roll his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Yes, and I’d be responsible for him being torn apart by Lycans. I’m not taking him in. It’s not safe for him there.”

You take your wife’s hand in yours. “Darling, please reconsider. We can’t turn the poor thing away. Besides, our daughters would love having a d-”

She immediately puts a hand over your mouth. “Don’t say it,” she warns, looking furtively around the foyer.

“What?” you ask against her hand. “Dog?”

Almost immediately your daughters, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela materialize from their fly shrouds. They zero in on the dog and Cassandra takes him out of Heisenberg’s hands and the other two crowd around her and begin cooing to it, and letting it sniff and lick their fingers.

Alcina covers her face with her hands. “Now you’ve done it, love.”

The girls look up from their ministrations to the dog and as one rush over to your wife, carrying the dog over with them. They begin speaking up all at once. “Mother, please can we keep him?” “Mother, look how cute he is!” “Mother, Cassandra’s been hogging the dog all this time and it’s my turn to hold him!”

“Enough!” Alcina’s voice booms around the foyer. She puts two fingers in the space between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. She sighs aloud. “God, I need a smoke.” She turns to her daughters and with a long suffering sigh says, “Fine. We’ll keep the little mongrel.”

All three daughters erupt into cheers and you can’t help but smile indulgently at them. Daniela runs over and throws her arms around your neck in jubilation. “Maman, did you hear that? We get to have a dog finally!”

“Yes, dearest, I did hear that.” You drop a kiss on her head and she scampers over to take the dog which Cassandra begrudgingly hands to her.

Heisenberg grins and reaches in his pocket. “I have some food and a water bottle for him,” he says, handing you the aforementioned items. “The Duke should have some more, but that’s all I have right now.”

“Thank you Karl,” you say, reaching over to scratch the dog behind his ears. “We’ll take good care of it, won’t we girls?”

“Yes, Maman!” they all answer in unison.

“I’ll be off then!” Heisenberg turns to leave but not before shouting over his shoulder, “And I think he should fit in pretty nicely around here, especially since the Lady of the House is such a bi-”

In an instant, Alcina has him off the ground and has her claws extended only a few inches from his neck. “Heisenberg, did you want to finish that sentence?” she asks sweetly.

You can’t help but laugh. “Let him down, my love. It’s not worth getting so riled up this late at night”

“Fine,” she says and sets him down not too gently. He brushes himself off and glares at Alcina for the rough landing. She just flashes a smile and you notice that only her middle finger is extended in claw form. You look at your daughters, but they are too busy with the dog to notice the obscene hand gesture.

“All right, this time I’m really off.” he says, turning around and walking towards the castle gates.

“Girls, what do you say?” you prompt.

“Thank you, Uncle Karl!” they chorus. Bela snatches the dog and runs upstairs, vanishing in her bug shroud. The girls run after her, Daniela yelling down the hall, “No fair! I wasn’t finished with him yet!”

Alcina closes the doors and leans against them, sighing. “I just hope this wasn’t a mistake.”

You take her hand and kiss it. “Nothing we can do about it now, my love. Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s getting late.” The two of you hold hands and once you arrive at your shared bedroom, Alcina immediately locks the door, pulls you close and fixes you with a wolfish grin. “Now where were we, draga mea?”

“I thought you said you wanted to smoke first?” You laugh and wrap your arms around her neck.

“Ah, iubirea mea,” she say picking you up again and giving you a sloppy kiss. “Cigarettes always taste better after sex.”

You kiss her as you unbutton her dress and she puts her hand in the same spot on your thigh as before, this time successfully unhooking your garter. You bite her lip playfully and she gives a little growl of pleasure.

The moment is interrupted by a knock on the door and you hear Daniela’s voice, “Mother? Maman? The dog peed all over the carpet in Bela’s room!”

“Only because you led him there!” you hear Bela retort.

Alcina leans her forehead against yours and starts swearing in Romanian. You give her a kiss and pat her hand before you see to your daughters.

[simplysimpingsimp]

Aaaaaa Can I get hcs of what the pillars would do if they accidentally caused Reader to have a panic attack? (╥﹏╥)

Am not doing good this week ಥ_ಥ

Hi hi anon !! Oh no ):!!!!! I hope you had a better week this week ),: and that it all got better for you ),:! Please don’t hesitate to reach out in my DMs !! I will gladly be available to hear you out if you need someone to talk to <3 I hope you had many snacks and had the best sleep possible TT you are a strong person and I really hope things have gotten better since then !! I’m super sorry for being a little late with your request but I hope it still helps somehow TT !! As always, I’m sorry for any mistakes!! I will gladly go back and fix them, no problem at all <3 I started with some of the hashira and will post a second part with the other hashiras later on, I hope that’s okay ):!! Please please please be safe, you’ll be okay anon! I believe in you !!

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🌼 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚌𝚜

🌼 𝙺𝚗𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚏𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚞, 𝙼𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚔𝚞, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒)

🌼 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

🌼 ⚠︎︎⚠︎︎⚠︎︎𝚃𝚆: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜⚠︎︎⚠︎︎⚠︎︎

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖

Would be upset with herself and do everything in her power to help them relax

“Please forgive me Y/N, I didn’t mean to cause you so much stress…” it was such a rare sight to see her near tears

Would hold them close and stroke their hair, gently rubbing circles into their back

Shinobu would give them warm soothing tea as she tells them stories of her childhood with her older sister

They would softly laugh through the tears as Shinobu talked about an embarrassing moment

Sipping their tea, Shinobu would wipe away their tears, “There there, you look much better when you’re smiling,” her own smile soft as she peppered their face with kisses

“Concentrate on you breathing dear, you’ll be okay,” her voice gentle as she embraced their form, gently rocking them back and forth

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𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖

Rengoku would feel his heart shatter when he saw them begin to hyperventilate and start trembling especially knowing he was the reason why

He would guide them away into an open air space like a forest

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done,” his voice soft and laced with sadness

His hands would gently hold theirs, delicately stroking their soft skin

He would embrace them, “Focus on your breathing, my love. You’ll be okay.”

“Breathe in the scent of pine,” he would say, taking in a deep breathe as well gently guiding them

When they calmed down from their panic attack, he would feed them snacks and bundle them up in a blanket

That adorable smile on his face as he would smother their face with kisses after hearing their first laugh

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𝑴𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

Would have some difficulty with figuring out what to do to calm them down

“Y/n, please don’t panic,” would be the only thing he would probably be able to say until he realizes that’s not what they need

He would hold their hand before pulling them into an embrace, his hands gently entangling themselves in their hair

He would feel awful knowing that it was his fault for making them feel that way as he felt them shaking in his arms

Muichiro would gently hum them a song he knew they liked

Would gently stroke their hair, “I’m here Y/n, concentrate on your surroundings, you’re in control of your feelings,” his voice gentle and soft as he would gently massage their temples

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊

seeing them frozen in place and timid, as tears glazed their eyes and their hands notably shaking was a stab to the heart

He would grip their shoulders gently, but the fear in their eyes made him almost want to cry — he didn’t mean to yell at them in the way he did, Sanemi just been so frustrated with all the work and how idiotic the lower rank demon slayers were being

Sanemi would be beating himself up over and over again, watching them tremble as they held their hand over their heart

He would press his forehead against theirs, looking into their eyes sadly, “Please forgive me…I didn’t mean to yell at you”

He would gently pull them into an embrace after pulling away his forehead, “do you want to go somewhere else,” he asked

Seeing them nod, he would carry them away to a nearby pond

Sanemi would settle them down beside him, overlooking the pond full of colorful fish

“Focus on them, and count each one you see,” his voice gentle and quiet, “You’ll be okay,” he placed his hand on their back gently rubbing circles

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ

ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ <3 ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴜᴛ

ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs

/ᴀsᴋs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ :ᴅ sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ

sᴏᴏɴ! :ᴅ

ᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs: 16

[twistedmusings]

A/N: Planning to post some finished requests tonight thankfully but I wanted to share something super self indulgent with you guys since I just recently got an Alexa! I'm still kind of in a funk (since classes are STILL not over with) so thank you everyone for your kind words in my inbox q wq For now I only have Riddle and Leona...but if everyone likes it I'll make an effort to finish! I kinda am working on Azul's as we speak >:3 Warnings: Boys missing you terribly, Riddle justifying the breaking of rules and Leona realizing that he is talking to an inanimate object.

The Ramshackle Prefect leaves to go to RSA for a month, following a lead that could get them back home. And while the dorm leaders do miss them terribly, it seems one of them is hiding something.

. .

“AZUL-SHI DO SOMETHING.”

The Octavinelle dorm leader barely listened to his friend's request as he also crowded over Idia’s phone, the other five dorm leaders looking down at the screen as a pair of familiar eyes stared back at them.

“Where is Idia? Can you please hand me back to him?”

Riddle blinked at the sprite on the screen before looking back at Idia with a frown.

“Explain yourself, Shroud.”

Idia whimpered as he hung his head low in shame.

“[Y/N]-san...I mean...the Prefect left to go to RSA for a whole month, right? Crowley said it was to help them find a way back home but apparently there was some trouble there too and...and he brought them to fix it...”

Malleus’s neutral expression changes into something a bit sadder while Kalim lets out what everybody was thinking.

“To take them away so suddenly...I didn’t even get a chance to give them a goodbye party!”

“They’re only away for a month, Kalim.” Vil’s eyes stay on Idia’s phone screen.

“But I’m sure a party would have let them know how much I would miss them!”

Riddle clears his throat, “That still doesn’t explain anything about what I am seeing. Why in the world do you have something that looks like...that looks so much like them on your phone!”

Idia was sure this was hell. Of all the people to catch him using his phone during a dorm leader meeting, why did it have to be Riddle? What was he even supposed to answer to that question! That he missed talking to [Y/N]-san about the new animes that were releasing this week that he had purposefully made an AI from data Ortho had collected on them and their mannerisms?

He would rather die!

“I--I was testing a new AI! Just...for schedules and stuff like that! And I didn’t have anything else to base it on so I just took [Y/N]-san’s information and made a prototype! It’s not just going to go out to the public like that! They can customize it however they like--!”

Azul hums as he taps the screen, the sprite giggling as he touches their cheek before looking up at all of them expectantly.

“...A prototype, huh.” he smiles and leans back while taking his phone out, “Everybody stop crowding around him, we might as well be breaking his arm slowly at this point.”

The rest of the dorm leader's move back with only some protest, Idia’s eyes shining as he looks up at his other friend.

“Azul-shi…”

The dorm leader of Octavinelle grins, “If it’s a prototype then that means it needs users, correct? More people to test it out?”

“Eh?”

Azul puts his phone in front of Idia and smiles at him like he was just about to close a rather important business transaction.

“Well then I want the prototype as well. Download it to my phone, will you?”

“Eh?!”

Idia presses his phone to his chest as if Azul was about to take it, looking around nervously as the other dorm leaders take their phones out and set it in front of him.

“If it’s an application for scheduling then I could use it to keep Heartslabyul’s matters in check. I’ll take one too.”

“Ruggie is gonna be busy during exams...this thing better work as an alarm.”

“Surely this would help me keep track of my schedule for both the Monstro Lounge and school. I’ll take one with a statistics program built in, Idia”

“Oh!! I want mine to be able to sing! And can I also get them in Scarabia’s dorm uniform? I want to see what [Y/N]-san would look like!’

“I’ll take that as well. I also want a photo re-touch feature as well as one hour updates as to what is going on in my Magicam account.”

Each phone was placed in front of him as Idia felt his head start to spin. He just wanted to keep this thing a secret only for himself! He wasn’t even planning to release it, it was all just a lie so they wouldn’t know his greatest shame!

A shadow was casted over him, Idia looking up slowly as Malleus smiled and placed his phone down.

“I am eager to see your finished product, Shroud.”

The tarts in front of him looked absolutely delicious.

Trey had really outdone himself this time. The strawberries were cut into perfectly neat shapes and the glaze over them made them so mouth wateringly shiny that he could practically taste the sweet treat without even having to taste it!

Which only made his want of one grow even more.

“And here comes the next batch.” Trey smiles as he puts down another plate in front of him, Riddle’s eyes now staring at that plate while his vice dorm leader cleans himself up.

“When did you say the Unbirthday party was going to be today?”

“A-At three o’clock sharp.”

Trey nods as he looks at the clock in the kitchen.

“Perfect. I promised to meet Jade to get some herbs he has been growing as well as letting him teach me how to make this one soup they had in the Monstro Lounge about a week ago.”

He grabs his phone and heads out, leaving Riddle with a quick goodbye and a promise that he would make it back as quick as possible.

Leaving him all alone with two plates filled with his favourite treat.

The dorm leader looks around once...then twice...checking if anybody was coming into the kitchen before going back to stare at the plates.

It wasn’t like he was going to grab one

The Unbirthday party today would be using pastries that Trey had made yesterday. It was the third of the month so the rules required a completely different pastry. The strawberry tarts were most likely for tomorrow.

So Riddle could wait. He was the Heartslabyul dorm leader after all so not only could he wait but he was required to wait! As the dorm leader he was to set an example and he couldn’t let himself be seduced so easily by just two plates of such yummy looking tarts--!

He quickly takes his phone out and looks down at the screen, face flushing as he tries to remember how Idia told him to open up the new app.

“[Y/N]-san…?”

A face peeks out from the corner of his phone, smiling as it recognizes his face and steps out while giving him a polite bow.

“Good morning, Riddle-san! What can I help you with?”

He can’t help a small rush of excitement at seeing the Prefect’s face after not seeing them for two weeks. Riddle would make an effort to stop and talk to them whenever they made their way to Heartslabyul that not seeing them for so long had almost thrown him off his schedule.

And...he missed the conversations he had with them.

As the dorm leader and a student in NRC he didn’t necessarily have time to go to any other events or take part in any of the shenanigans others would get up to, not that he necessarily wanted to, but it was entertaining when the Prefect talked about it with him.

It felt like they were letting him into their world.

So maybe this substitute would suffice...it was a scheduling app after all so it wasn’t like he was using it for pleasure only.

“Would you please repeat rule 56 of the Queen’s handbook?”

The AI clears their throat as a book animation appears before them.

“Rule number 56: On the third of April, black tea should be served along with pineapple tarts. Followed by a game of cards in which the loser must pour the Queen tea for the rest of the Unbirthday party.”

Riddle sighs as he looks back at the plate of tarts.

“...I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow…”

“Wait until what?”

He looks down at the AI, the sprite blinking in confusion as it waits for an answer. Idia had mentioned adding a conversational feature…

“There is no rule about what to eat tomorrow so I decided that we would have strawberry tarts.”

“Are those your favourite?”

Riddle nods and steps out of the kitchen, making his way to his room as he stared back at the open door.

“They are. Ever since I was little. I couldn’t have many because of--”

He decides to not go deep into the subject.

“I’m sure Trey’s pineapple tarts will be excellent. I will just have to wait until tomorrow to enjoy the strawberry ones.”

The AI hums before the book animation pops up again, looking down and flipping a couple of pages before speaking up.

“Riddle-san. While it does say that black tea should be served with pineapple tarts...it does state that it should be done for the Unbirthday party and the Unbirthday party only.”

He frowns, “Your point?”

“I am sure no rule would be broken if only the Queen has a tea party before the Unbirthday party. From what I am seeing here--”

They flip a couple more pages.

“There is no rule about a tea party of one enjoying a strawberry tart.”

Riddle blinks before looking down at his phone, the sprite smiling as they shut the small book and lets it disappear with a ‘poof.’

No rule would be broken...if it was only a tea part of one?

He looks down at the AI when he hears them giggle.

“Riddle-san looks really happy.”

A blush covers his face at being called out on how big his smile probably was.

“Did I help in any way?”

The dorm leader takes a deep breath before smiling as he looks down at the phone and presses his fingertip on top of their head, rubbing it back and forth as if they were petting them. Something he knew he could never really do with them in real life lest he was looking to get odd looks.

“More than enough. Would you like to accompany me during this tea party?”

“Yes please!”

Riddle nods before looking around once more and clearing his throat.

“And...would you refer to me as ‘dorm leader’ from now on?”

The sprite nods as they give him a polite bow.

“Yes, dorm leader!”

He would need to send his report of the app as quickly as possible, Idia had really outdone himself this time...maybe he could ask if he could get them dressed up in the Heartslabyul uniform?

Riddle still wished you would hurry back.

“Leona-san! Please wake up!”

The blankets on the bed wriggled a bit as the phone was tousled over from one side of the bed to the other, the sprite inside frowning as they tried again.

“Leona-san! Please wake up! Ruggie-san texted you!”

A hand comes out of the blankets before holding the phone up.

“Read the text out loud then.”

Sighing, the AI pulls the text up and reads out loud.

“Please be awake by the time I get there, Leona. I need to make sure I get your signature on these papers for the dorm budget. If you don’t I’ll hold your lunch captive!”

Leona’s face finally pops up from under the blanket, the man sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he speaks up again.

‘Oi. What time is it?”

“It is 3:14 in the afternoon, Leona-san.”

“And when did Ruggie send the text?”

“At 3:00 o'clock.”

He groans and lays back down, the pillows flying about as he holds the phone to his face and smiling when he sees the sprite looking down at him worriedly.

“You really do look like them…” Leona whispers before tapping the screen so that he is poking the sprite’s cheek, “What is that face for?”

“I’m just worried for you, Leona-san. Too much sleep is a symptom of some sicknesses so--”

“Hah? You think I would get sick so easily?” he yawns and stretches, “I’m different from humans. Beastmen need a lot more sleep than regular humans do so...I’m just doing what my body tells me.”

Green eyes watch a notepad appear before the AI as they write down the information, smiling as they close it up and watch it disappear.

“I’ll keep that information in mind so I can serve Leona-san better. Thank you so much.”

Leona blinks at the words before a lazy smile crosses his face.

“Serve me better, huh? Never thought I would hear you say that.”

Usually the herbivore would be frowning and telling him to get up and actually take charge of his dorm and how he didn’t act like any grown up they knew. The sprite, however, tilts their head in confusion before speaking up once again.

“I am yours, after all.”

“Damn right you are.”

He looked at the phone a bit more, the sprite smiling up at him as he poked their cheek or patted their head. A part of him wondered if you would react like that with him as well. You always seemed so annoyed with his antics yet you never failed to come back to talk to him, telling him how he needs to get his act together if he is ever planning to go back to the Afterglow.

Leona would bet money that if he patted your head out of nowhere you would be highly flustered. Getting praise from him was something that didn’t happen often, after all.

“What day is it?”

“The 12th day of April, Leona-san.”

Another two weeks of you being gone. He frowns and closes his eyes as he thinks about you meeting those other students. RSA was just full of idiots...like his brother--

“Dammit.”

He slams the phone down but blinks when he hears a small yelp, turning the phone back around to find the AI looking rather frazzled with their eyes closed and hair all over the place.

“Shit. Are you....okay?”

Great, he was asking an application if it was okay. He could understand why Idia would hide this, right now he felt like he was crazy.

“Y--Yes! It was just unexpected!”

The sprite fixed itself up quickly and smiled back at Leona.

“Are you okay though, Leona-san?”

The dorm leader chuckled and nodded as they set the phone down gently and laid down next to it. At least that part was very much like you, worrying about others before focusing on yourself.

“You’re not going to complain? I almost just threw you.”

Without missing a beat, the AI stands up and looks at him.

“Leona-san is still working hard despite his body telling him to sleep. My program tells me that it would be a natural emotion to feel frustrated if you are not allowed to do something you want. Normal actions of frustration speak of physical manifestations such as kicking, punching or throwing. I was simply calculating it for it to be the latter and for it to happen towards a pillow. I’ll make sure to fix my calculations next time.”

He shakes his head and sets the phone down gently.

“Weird thing. You shouldn’t forgive someone so easily after they wronged you.”

“But you didn’t wrong me, Leona-san. I didn’t feel any pain. I just want to make sure you are feeling your best! You are my number one priority!”

This machine is going to make him go insane, he knows you would never say that but the fact that Idia had gotten your voice down so well that it was almost as if you had just told him he was your number one---

He was already getting a headache.

“Set an alarm for an hour. Ruggie will take around that long anyway.” Leona lays down and wraps the blankets around him.

“Of course. Alarm set for one hour. Would you like to be woken up with a personalized message?”

Leona hummed before grinning.

“Wake me up by calling me ‘King’.”

The sprite fixes its settings before giving a polite bow.

“Yes, my King. Please enjoy your rest.”

After this he would send his report to Shroud and maybe ask for an outfit upgrade. He only needed to show him some Afterglow clothes and the nerd would probably be able to make the AI wear them, right?

Whatever, the moment you came back Leona would make sure that you gave him some headpats for making him wait so long.

[genshingarbage]

Can i request skincare night with da boys? (Whichever character u want) 💖

Ohoho~ A spa day is well deserved I think! Since you haven’t picked a character I’ll do the ones most likely to do skincare with their s/o. Enjoy your spa day with the boys~ - Mod Kaeya

Reccomending this song for these HCs! 

Kaeya

- He’s the King of spa days, expect only the best routines and products because he dabbled in it for awhile when he was a bit younger, he knows the inns and outs and a couple of little secrets about things you wouldn’t think of initially

- Kaeya would literally kill for glaze lilies and mist flower corolla because their medicinal properties for skincare in particular are legendary

- He has a whole stash he ends up sharing with you during the night

- He even mixes a fresh face mask for you from all the ingredients he has hidden away in cupboards catered to your needs and any allergies you might have

- Talks through the whole thing about a bunch of harmless gossip he’s heard about the tavern or things you’d find interesting that he’s happened to have read up on during breaks at the office

- Will 100% leave you for a moment to do something else real quick so you’re just confused and covered in facemask while it’s dead quiet and He Should Be Behind You but he’s not

- He’s gonna tie his hair back before letting you do his facemask and then scrunch up his nose all cute whenever you tickle him

- The type to laugh a little at everything while you’re doing his mask because his eyes are closed and he doesn’t know what to do with himself about it

- After you’re waiting for them to do their thing he’ll grab some water and the two of you can talk about everything and nothing and hang out in your pjs until you’re ready to wash the masks off

- Little finger snacks and of course more gossip because the man has fountains of tea he’s not been able to rant with anyone about for years and guys it’s like a god damn unsolved mysteries episode because it’s less “shawty’s dating trevor now” and more “did you know the viscount is apart of that cult that sells organs” and it is the most interesting shit you’ve heard all week

- You tell him he should write a book series

- He agrees

- You’ll he surprised to find he’s already ran a nice steamy bath for you complete the night, it’s got some candles and some salts he happened to have left over, just relax and take in the scented candles and stuff because the guy knows how to treat people to a good spa day

- You two will probably fall asleep after you’re both done in there, swaddled in bath robes and cramped on the couch together with not a care in the world about the stresses of life

- He’ll offer another time if he starts to see you’re stressing out a bit too much and he’s getting worried

Zhongli

- He’s never been one to do this sort of thing at all to be quite honest

- He’d be more inclined to hair and scale treatments if that makes sense and those sorts of ones are beyond your expertise (especially in the divine sense)

- Zhongli’s interested though don’t get me wrong, he for sure wants to try this out because it’s something a lot of mortals do as a part of routine and that’s kind of what he’s aiming to be at this time

- Will do everything you say to the letter, follow you around the cupboards and kitchen and bathroom like a puppy whilst you get ready because he wants to help but doesn’t know how just yet

- He’ll get the hang of it though

- He’s eager to learn

- Won’t squirm or anything during the application because he’s a good boy

- “This is…peculiar?”

- “Is it supposed to feel stiff?” “Yeah you just have to wash it off now” “Marvelous.”

- If you have any lotions or moisturizers made out of silk flowers he’d looove those after the face masks are done oh my god

- He keeps touching his face and smiling a lil because it’s so smooth now

- You won’t know it but he’ll be recommending facemasks to the adepti who live in Liyue among the mortals now, not to be rude but for the sake or relaxation and My s/o’s a genius feel my face

- Gonna deep dive research into this sort of thing afterwards because he wants to help you find a wide variety of stuff to use and add to your routine

- He likes to help you out if he happens to walk in and sees you’ve got one on so don’t feel guilty if he offers to do any work you have or even massage your feet while you relax honestly

- Catch him using his own lil pot of moisturizer in the mornings now

- It’s really cute

- Everytime you catch him doing it he gives you a grin and goes back to what he’s doing

- If you offer to do a spa night again he’s gonna say yes without hesitation and bring his own stuff to try now

Venti

- Verrrryyy curious so no doubtedly says yes from the getgo

- He’s been seeing you apply it basically every morning on the weekends and never pried but is really happy you’re sharing it with him now

- Somehow looks better than you even with a facemask on and with his hair done up to keep it out of the way

- Will of course want a bunch of snacks to demolish whilst the two of you wait, if by any chance you want to do his nails you’re gonna have to wait until after he’s done lol

- He’s gonna ask for pickles to put on his eyes because that’s all he knows about this stuff but he’s gonna forget that he was gonna put them on his eyes and eat them I’m ngl

- If your facemask is the type that smells weird he’s gonna comment on that basically the whole time for shits and giggles

- He’s gonna want bright blue nails btw to match his hair but if you can do a gradient do like a bright blue to a slight navy and he’ll loose his shit

- He’s likely to wear outfits that compliment the awesome nails his s/o just gave him for the next month I’m gonna be real

- If he chips them he’s gonna be upset until you offer to do them again because you did them out of the kindness of your heart and the looked reALLY good

- Venti’s not really good at all this stuff because he’s kinda lazy when it comes to taking care of himself but it was a really nice treat for him and he may ask again or try to treat you to a couple of products he borrowed from Kaeya on days you’re stressed

- Would 1000% by them for you if you’re too busy to pick one up, even if it’s at some really feminine store hell the guy would probably even pick up some lady products if you need them

- He’s not the kind to get embarrassed easily so if you end up getting a visitor whilst doing this he’ll answer the door half dressed and with the full mask on

- His skin was already borderline perfect before, now it’s just astronomically beautiful thanks to you

- You’ve created a monster now because he’s charmed every man and woman in Mondstat now

Childe

- May take a bit of convincing because he’s been taught that’s a really feminine thing to do, not really something guys do but will probably relent in the end because he’s curious and it’d make you happy

- If you offer to do something for him in exchange he'll do it a lot more eagerly ngl

- Will 1000% be converted at the end of the night because Holy Shit his skin has never been so soft before and he looks like a badass? He gets girls now, he looks like a god, he feels like a bitchy prom queen now

- “You’re just mad my skin’s better than yours Signora, all that exposure cryo can’t be good for it.”

- Oh yes he’s gonna start shit over this, you’ve just given him all the ammo he needs

- He’s gonna want to do this whenever you are now and if you don’t think you’re gonna wake up to him with a bunch of expensive looking bags with brands of skincare stuff you’ve only heard of in dreams then you’re wrong

- May end up getting a designated spa room in your house if you’re not careful

- He may not understand your selfcare voodoo magic but he supports it a million percent

- “Childe I need to get exfoliator” “I like your funny words magic man, say no more”

- You may come home to random presents to do with skincare when he’s too busy with work because be thought of you whilst passing a store so he bought it

- This also goes for if he happens to hear you talking about something you need/want

- But as for the actual night in question he’s going to pleas that you pin his hair up and then ask if you have any hair treatments in a sky way because he’s not sure if that’s a Thing People Do

- He’ll be a little squeamish around it but it’s mostly for comedic effect…mostly

- Don’t you dare come near him with that weird mud mask mud belongs on the floor damnit

- Childe probably won’t like applying your mask because the texture feels really funny which is sad because he’s actually got a delicate touch, you barely feel him applying it and it’s almost expertly done

- He’s gonna forget he has it on dont let him fall asleep, force him into the bath first ok? Okay cool

[sunbaby01]

‘Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’

Alex turner x reader

It was like clockwork. Bella knew she should expect it really. Every Saturday night without fail at around 2am her phone would start pinging with messages from him, not that they made much sense but messages nonetheless. She acknowledged a few, trying not to sleep knowing that around 3am he’d be knocking on her door, humming some sweet melody no one had heard yet. And god she couldn’t stand another complaint from her neighbours about how his singing was ill timed no matter how good it sounded.

3am Bella sat at her kitchen table with tea in hand with the other mug piping hot sat ready for him.

She knew she could turn off her phone, she knew she could tell him to go away and that it was too late to come in but she also knew she was embarrassingly in love with her best friend and would do just about anything for him.

The door knocked irregularly, placing her tea down and pushing back a yawn she opened it sighing when she saw his red eyes and messy hair.

“Alex” she sighed, helping him up off of the floor and into her home onto the sofa where he immediately nestled himself.

“Luv…luv…” he stumbled his words trying to get her attention as she messaged Jamie from her phone to say he’d gotten there safe.

“Arabellaaa” he sung softly and her eyes snapped to him.

“You know I hate being called arabella” she huffed in denial, she loved the name as long as he was the one saying it.

“One day Bella…I’ll make you see how gorgeous your name is…I’ll make you love it…write a song about it, about you” he smiled softly at her, eyes crinckled at the edges and glazed over.

“Ever the charmer aren’t you?” Bella tried to sound casual, she really did.

“For you Darlin? Always” he leant back on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

The warm feeling in her chest changed.

She grew frustrated, yes he was sweet to her sober and would probably say those things but not with that sappy look in his eyes or that soft smile. No. Those were only when he was drunk or high off god knows what.

“God” she groaned quietly but not quiet enough.

“What?” He asked, suddenly worried at her expression and the whiplash of her emotions changing. Brows furrowed, cheeks red but not blushing and the corners of her mouth turned down.

“You” she rubbed her eyes and sat opposite him.

“Me?” He leant forward and placed his head on his hand looking at her.

“You. The stuff you say to me and the way you look at me. You pull me deeper and deeper in and you never remember the next morning and yet I’m still here with these feelings for you that won’t seem to go away no matter who I fuck or who I try date-“ she ranted

“Who are you fucking?” He couldn’t help but ask, thinking of the very graphic visions he’d had walking to her place.

“Seriously Alex? That’s what you picked up from that?” She chuckled at the situation but it held no real laughter or happiness.

“It was just a question” he mumbled like a told off child.

“I have a question for you Alex. Why?” She stared straight into his eyes ignoring the warmth it brought her.

“Why what?” He asked, brows pulling together.

“Why’d you only call me when you're high at 3am Saturday night and act like this with me? Why can’t you say or act like this with me any other time than when you’re fucked up with god knows what instead of shagging god knows who”

“Because I’m not afraid when I’m high” he shrugged

“Afraid of what, Alex?!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

“To show my feelings for you” one corner of his mouth turned up, not a smirk not a smile, somewhere in between.

“Oh” was all she could say

“Oh?” He asked

“Oh” she nodded

They sat in silence for a few minutes registering what just happened, Bella admitted her feelings for him and he admitted his back. We’re they dating now? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Or would he just forget?

Alex broke the silence standing up wobbling but only a little, having sobered up significantly in the last half an hour. He held his hand out to her.

“Let’s go to bed Darlin” hands tingling as they touched.

They walked in silence and got ready for bed finally, lying next to one another in the dark.

It was like he could hear her thoughts.

“I won’t forget,” he mumbled to her.

“How do you know alex?” She was scared, scared that in the morning she’d be the only one with memories of tonight.

“Because I never do, not once have I forgotten coming here and what we talk about or how we dance or act. I know I won’t forget” he told her, turning so he was facing her but still unable to see her face.

“What about the girl Matt tried to set you up with?” Jealousy creeped into her thoughts.

“To be quite honest Bella, I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody knew”

She huffed a laugh of disbelief knowing that was a lyric she’d seen in his book weeks earlier it now hitting her it was about her.

“Tomorrow then?” She asked hopefully.

“Tomorrow” he promised, finding her hand in the dark and not letting it go.

[aggravatetheaxe]

Idk if you write for Brahms but

" i knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? " with Brahms?

softness prompts

As you all requested, more Brahms! GN reader!

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You should have known better than to let Brahms talk you into scary movie night.

To be fair to you, though, he loved some horror movies - the gory ones. Slashers. He found them fascinating, to a creepy extent sometimes, especially when death and sex were intertwined. You'd stopped showing them to him for that reason. There was no need to fill an already sick mind with ideas.

However, apparently, ghost stories were another thing altogether. Grown man though he was, Brahms could be incredibly childish, so what really scared him was not violence - he'd already dealt a lot of it himself - but things that went bump in the night.

He hadn't even been able to finish the movie. You'd had to turn it off and comfort him while he wept, clinging to you and asking for his mother. It had taken an hour to calm him down, but he still wouldn't touch the floor, let alone leave the couch to go to his room.

"But Brahms, bedtime is in the rules," you explained gently. "And good boys follow the rules."

"I don't care!" he wailed, voice wobbling between a boy's and a man's. "I'm not going to bed, Y/N, I'm not!"

"But your mum told me - "

"I don't care." Decidedly a man's voice this time. "I'm a grown-up, and I'm the boss of you!"

He wasn't very convincing, curled up on the sofa as he was with his knees pulled to his chest and his sweater wrapped around him. He may be over six feet tall, but he had made himself quite little.

You sighed. There wasn't much you could do besides give him what he wanted - you really didn't need a full-blown tantrum tonight, and after all, he was right. He was a grown man. "All right, Brahms."

With that, you turned, starting to leave the room. Just because he was staying up didn't mean you had to. You still had to get up tomorrow morning, make food, do all your chores ... Brahms didn't have responsibilities, not really, but you did.

"Where are you going?" he asked hurriedly, suddenly on his knees, looking at you over the back of the sofa. His reedy voice became higher with each word, shaking slightly. "Y/N, don't leave me! Stay!"

Ugh, Brahms. But you turned back, looking at him. "I have to get ready for bed, sweetie ... I gotta sleep."

"Don't go." He was nearly in a panic, but he still refused to touch the ground. "Don't go, please, I need you!"

"But - "

"I'm scared," he added quieter, suddenly a boy again.

You paused for another moment, looking between him and the hall as you considered your options. Finally, you sighed and returned, standing in front of the television. "Okay, let's just watch, um..." Turning, you scanned the titles of the small VHS collection, then picked something at random. "Adam Adamant Lives! with Gerald Harper."

You popped the VHS in before returning to the sofa, letting Brahms cling to you. The show was black and white, probably from the sixties, about an Edwardian gentlemen trapped in "modern" London. It wasn't good, per se, but it captured your attention long enough that you didn't notice Brahms as he shifted, laying his head in your lap.

By the time the tape was over, you were really beginning to feel the day catching up to you. And, apparently, it was catching up to Brahms, too - his eyes were glazed behind his mask, and his chest rose and fell slowly and evenly. He was fighting sleep.

Carefully, very carefully, you slid out from under him. He whined in protest, but you whispered, "Shh, I'll be right back. I just have to use the loo."

It was a little white lie, but you hoped he could forgive you.

By the time you came back bearing gifts, he had sat up and was staring at the doorway, body tense. "You were gone a long time," he said, voice wavering between boy and man.

You nodded and came to him, offering what you'd brought. "I knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so I brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket." With a smile, you set the tea on the side table, then spread the blanket across both your laps. "Twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay?"

Brahms looked between you and the tea before slowly taking off his mask. He wasn't too badly burnt, in all honesty - you'd seen worse - but he still wasn't used to being out, especially not bare-faced. The saucer chattered as he lifted the tea to his lips and took a small sip.

While he drank, you rewound the tape, starting it from the beginning. Eventually, his head was in your lap again, and you dared to run your fingers through his curls, scratching his scalp.

He hummed, already half asleep, and murmured through yawns, "Thank you ... ever so much ... pretty Y/N..."

[weasleylangs]

dirty little secret / g.w

‘i go around a time or two, just to waste my time with you’ 

Summary: Being friends with benefits was a mutual decision, a way to relieve stress when needed after a stressful twelve months. It was decided it was just between them, not to be anybodies business but George and Y/N’s, but she doesn’t want to be his dirty little secret anymore. Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !! no graphic depictions of sex but there’s one really fucking steamy kiss and sex & fwb situations/hookup culture is discussed heavily, sweet aftercare for both reader and George, jealousy & possession (nothing toxic), alcohol / drinking, food.  Word Count: 5.6k AUTHORS NOTE / aaaaa the first instalment for my pop punk series!!! this one is based off dirty little secret by the all american rejects! im going to kiss @weelittleweasley for helping me write the steamy kiss btw!!!!!

POP PUNK COLLECTION 

(all 18+) taglist / @spacexcowgirl @weelittleweasley​ @lumos-barnes​ @butterflybuchanan​ @levylovegood​ @omghufflepuff​ @mitsukui​ 

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Y/N hears George when he reenters her room, a glass of water in one of his hands, a washcloth in the other. Her legs still feel slightly numb from the pleasure she had just been on the receiving end of, a blissed-out expression on her face as she makes grabby hands towards the man in her doorway. 

George smiles dopily down at her, helping her sit up before handing her the glass of water. “How are you feeling?” he asks, checking in as he starts to help clean Y/N up. He quickly stops when she winces, scared he hurt her. “Fuck, sorry,” he whispers, pulling his hand away but when she laughs and grabs his hand, he relaxes.

“It’s fine,” she smiles, the look of euphoria still gracing her facial features. “Just a little sensitive,” she says honestly. George nods slightly, a proud smile on his lips as he goes back to cleaning her skin, taking extra care in areas where Y/N would be sensitive. 

He’s always like this after sex, making sure she’s okay. It’s a part of the reason why Y/N agreed on being friends with benefits with him in the first place, he’s the most trustworthy person she knows. 

It all started when they were twenty-one; the war had finished, their loved ones were safe and they so desperately needed to unwind in a very specific way after the stress of the previous twelve months. It was a mistake at first, two best friends drunkenly joking about sleeping together and the next thing they knew, they were rolling in the sheets together. Y/N was positive she ruined her longest friendship, but when George began his own personal ritual of aftercare, she knew she couldn’t let him go easily. 

This is why when the preposition of friends with benefits was put on the table by George, she immediately took it; six months later they’re still sleeping together, and even though her feelings for George are evergrowing, she’s happy with their current situation. 

“You sure you’re okay?” George presses when he’s noticed Y/N’s eyes glazed over. He’s worried he went a little harder than usual tonight. The stress of getting the joke shop back up and running has been getting to him and he needed a release of pressure in more ways than one.  

“Yes, I’m sure,” she says, taking George’s hand in her own before pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles that causes a soft red hue to develop across his freckled cheeks. That’s something else she’s learnt about George since she began sleeping with him; he needs aftercare for himself just as much herself, and he mostly needs it in some form of physical affection. “Just thinking, nothing bad. I promise.” 

George nods asking if Y/N’s good to be picked up. She giggles when she realises he’s taking her to the bathroom so she can pee. He sits her down on the toilet before turning around and gasping as he sees his reflection in the mirror. “Fuck woman,” he exclaims, before twisting his body so he can see the scratches that start at his shoulders and trail down his back. “Were you trying to rip me apart?” 

He hears a giggle come from behind him, quickly followed by a toilet flushing. He feels her frame push past him so she can wash her hands and when she reaches to grab some cream to put on George’s back she lets out her own gasp.

“George Fabian Weasley, what the fuck?” Her neck has a hickey, and not just a small one. She’s beginning to question whether George is part vampire when she looks up at him and he’s smirking at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s Spring! I have lunch with Angie tomorrow! I can’t cover these!”

George almost feels bad, but his admiration for his work on her neck is slightly winning over his guilt. “I’m sorry, darling,” it’s genuine and they both know it when Y/N’s scowl falters slightly, threatening to smile.

“No, you’re not,” she says, grabbing the cream for his back and pushing him back into her bedroom. Before she begins to help George, she stands in front of her drawers, grabbing clothes to put on now she’s come out of her post-sex haze. She hears the redhead behind her chuckle when he recognises the sweater she puts on as his own as he puts his own boxers back on. “But I guess it’s payback. Your back’s going to hurt tomorrow and Fred’s going to wonder why.”

None of their friends are aware of... their arrangement. They agreed, knowing they would make it weird. After all, Fred’s engaged to his long term girlfriend from their Hogwarts years and their other friends have all started putting themselves out there, so it’s safe to say, they’re the last two to start to settle down. 

But they like their current relationship; it’s carefree, it’s simple, it’s not complicated like a proper relationship and if they’re honest, they get some mindblowing sex out of it. So it’s not anybody’s business but each other’s. 

After a while, Y/N’s finished putting the cream on George’s back. She spent the time mumbling apologies whenever George winces, she didn’t realise how hard she was going so she makes a mental note to not rip apart his back the next time they see each other. She presses a gentle kiss to the base of George’s neck, something she doesn’t think too much about but it feels like it’s blurring the lines between romantic and platonic right now and she feels herself panic a tiny bit.

“Do you work tomorrow?” She asks George, who hums in agreement. His eyes are droopy like he’s almost falling asleep and Y/N expected this. He’s putty in anybody’s hands the second you start trailing your hands gently up any part of his body, specifically his back. “Are you sleeping here tonight?” she giggles as she asks and George sighs. 

“I probably shouldn't but-” he cuts himself off with a yawn before rolling over onto his back. “Your bed is just so much more comfortable than mine.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, pushing him slightly before jumping off the bed and leaving George to frown at her when she moves from her spot next to him. She grabs her wand from her bedside table, walking through her flat to make sure all her lights are turned off before enchanting ‘lumos’ so she can light her way back to her bedroom. 

“You’re letting me stay?” She nods at his words, crawling into bed with him. While she knows George is a sucker for physical affection, Y/N is also well aware he hates sleeping cuddled up to people so she gives him his space in the bed. Because of this, she doesn’t expect George to shift his body so even though they’re not cuddling, they’re still close, a simple form of comfort that neither of them can decipher as platonic or romantic.

“Yes, you can stay,” she says, rubbing her thumb along George’s hand as a way of saying goodnight, “but you wake me up before 9am tomorrow and you die.” 

-----

When Y/N wakes up the next morning to her alarm going off, the side of the bed is empty and cold. Her alarm clock reads 10:30am, so she knows George has been gone for a few hours at this point. She feels a small sense of sadness, remembering how fun the mornings are the times George sleeps over and stays until she wakes up. 

She sighs, deciding there’s no point in dwelling on George’s absence. When she walks into her kitchen, she checks her kettle; cursing George when she finds it empty because she knows he just had to have a cup of tea before leaving this morning and rolls her eyes as she fills it herself. Her kettle’s boiling as she potters around when she spots a piece of paper with George’s writing all over it. 

‘George’s excuses for the hickeys’ the note reads in his messy scrawl, and Y/N has to stifle a cackle before she continues to read. ‘1. ran into a door’ is scratched out immediately and she knows George probably thought it was a good idea at first before realising the hickeys are on her neck, so the running into the door isn't feasible. ‘2. bug’ is the next one and she has to stop herself from rolling her eyes and when she goes back to George’s oh so incredible list, her breath hitches. 

‘3. be honest and say you hooked up with someone’ makes Y/N’s heart sink. She hasn’t slept with anyone besides George in the past six months, hasn’t wanted to either for that matter, but it makes her realise something. 

She doesn’t know if George is the same. 

She’s well aware of their situation and the lack of commitment outside of promising to come over later, but her emotions hit her harder than she thought they would. While she wouldn’t complain if she and George became something more, she knows it’s not what either of them is looking for at the moment, so she doesn’t understand why she’s so hurt. Does George think I shag other people? she thinks before the kettle starts to hiss to indicate the water is boiled and she’s brought back to reality. 

After drinking her tea, Y/N begins to get ready, trying her best to cover the purple bruises littering her neck and trying to keep herself under control while she admires them in the mirror. Soon enough, she’s out the door and making her way to Diagon Alley where she spots Angie, talking with Fred.

“Y/N!” Fred exclaims as she gets closer and waves frantically as she walks towards them. “We’re just talking about how we think George has a bird!” Y/N chokes on air, her brows furrowing at Fred’s words. They’ve been so careful, a bit too careful when it comes to hiding their relationship from their friends so she doesn’t understand.

“Why do you think that?” Her tone is casual, trying to act natural as she tries to find out what signs could point to their... activities being exposed, and to his brother of all people.

Fred starts laughing again, holding his stomach as he tries to tell the story. “He didn’t come home last night- I only noticed because I was up at 3 and his bedroom door was open which was weird because he didn’t tell me he was going out!” Fred’s animated when he’s talking, taking a sip of his drink and using his free hand to emphasise his story. “And when he was reaching for something in a closet today he winced, like his back hurt!” 

Y/N stares at Fred blankly, memories of the night before flooding her memory when Fred mentions George wincing. She knows now is not the time to start thinking about how good George made her feel last night. “What does wincing have to do with anything?” 

She knows she made a mistake when Fred’s eyes widen, staring at her. “Well, my dear prude Y/N, my back only hurts when it’s scratched up from a good fu-” 

“Okay, we do not need to hear about your sex life,” Angie says, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders and steering her off. “We have a lunch date that you’re not invited to.” She’s smiling when she says it and when Fred bids the two girls goodbye, Angie calls out something about making fun of George for her. 

She’s quiet on the walk to the cafe she and Angelina have planned for lunch, lost in thoughts. She’s stuck on the idea of George sleeping with other people even though she knows she was the one with George last night, that she was the one scratching up his back. They walk in tandem, Angelina raving about Quidditch while Y/N nodded in acknowledgement at appropriate times. 

Eventually, they reach the cafe, quickly taking a seat and looking at the menu. It’s then when Angelina’s hand pulls the menu down from Y/N’s face and she’s giving the girl a questioning look.

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

Y/N stares at her, not understanding how she did anything to convey any feeling at all, let alone a feeling of something being wrong. She’s about to deny it when she looks Angelina in the eye, and she realises she can’t lie to her because she’d be questioned for the rest of lunch. “Do you think George has a friend with benefits?”

Angelina giggles at Y/N’s words, smiling slightly. “I know you’re sleeping with him.” She says it so casually that Y/N doesn’t even process what she said for a few beats. She half expected her friend to admit she was also sleeping with George, after all, she used to suspect they had a thing when they were teenagers but this is the last thing she expected. 

She’s so baffled she can’t even deny it, no words leaving her mouth for a second before she just stares at Angelina, “How?”

Angelina keeps smiling, quickly ordering their drinks when the waitress comes over and requests a little longer to decide on food before turning back to her friend sitting dumbfounded across the table. “Fred might be stupid and oblivious, but I’m not. I see the way he looks at you.” 

Y/N doesn’t think George looks at her in any particular way, at least he doesn’t when she isn’t under him and she notices Angelina’s eyes soften when Y/N doesn’t say anything. “You didn’t know before sleeping with him?”

“Didn’t know what before sleeping with him?”

“That he likes you?” Y/N thinks Angelina’s being stupid; it’s always been her liking George and George not noticing, not the other way around. George has always been sweet and gentle in bed, way nicer and way more giving than any other romantic partner in her past, but she’s always chalked it up to him just being George. That’s how she’s always known him, how she knew him when they met at 11, how she knew him on the Quidditch pitch when they were 15 and how she knows him now, at 22 and in his bed. 

“He doesn’t like me, you’re just making stuff up!” She’s adamant Angelina’s just messing with her but Angelina just sighs, obviously ready to move on from the topic. “He doesn’t,” she whispers to no one in particular and she feels Angelina grab her hand, rubbing a thumb across the top in a comforting kind of way.

“I guess it’s not my place to say,” she starts, “but I’ve never seen George treat someone else like the way he treats you. It’s like... It’s like you’re glass, that he’s scared of breaking you and you have to be in his sights at all times.” It’s soft and Y/N knows it’s genuine as much as she hates to admit it. 

The conversation changes, thankfully putting Y/N and George out of the hot seat but she’s hanging onto every word of Angelina’s, suddenly overthinking every interaction she’s had with the redhead in the past few months. Panic starts to set in and it only gets worse when Angelina bids her goodbye.

Her thoughts are loud; does she like George or does she like the way George makes her feel? What if George has liked her this entire time and she’s mistaken her feelings for romantic when they’re purely physical? 

As she wonders, she realises she’s being stupid. Y/N knows she likes George, she’s liked George for so long and she likes him so much it hurts. That’s when a new thought arrives, a more sinister thought, a meaner thought; What if Angelina is just completely wrong, that’s always a possibility. What if George doesn’t like her back at all. 

-----

She wanders Diagon Alley, making her way to the Apothecary after remembering she needs some more Valerian sprigs to make a new batch of the Potion for Dreamless Sleep. She’s muttering to herself as she wanders the store, thinking about how these days her best night's sleep are spent besides George but the thought is quickly pushed away when she spots her ingredient of choice and she can barely reach it. 

“Fuck,” she mutters, looking around for a stool or a shop assistant so she can finally get out of Diagon Alley. She’s about to give up and leave herself when she’s met with a tough body slamming into her own. Apologies spill from her mouth quickly, feeling terrible she almost knocked this poor guy over in the middle of the Apothecary but when she looks up, George is looking down at her.

“What do you need, darling?” The nickname makes her heart race and she only hopes George can’t hear it seconds away from beating from her chest. She doesn’t respond immediately, preoccupied with how nice he looks and it’s not until he waves in front of her face that she responds.

“Sorry,” she says, shaking her head in a way to push away her thoughts, “was looking for some Valerian sprigs.” She hopes George minds his own business, memories from her meeting with Angelina flooding her thoughts. She starts to over analyse the way George looks at her, whether it’s as if she’s glass, like Angelina claims but when she looks at George, he’s reaching up and grabbing the jar for her.

“Treacle fudge?” He questions, and it takes her a moment to process he’s asking why she needs the ingredient. 

“Dreamless Sleep,” she replies, embarrassed. She’s never needed a sleeping potion when George is around, his presence alone is enough to fight off any unwanted nightmares but that’s the last thing he needs to know. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment, just puts the jar back up on the shelf when she’s done and motions for her to follow him around the store. 

He stops in front of the rose thorns, silently debating how many to get when he feels Y/N’s eyes on him. “Love potion, for WonderWitch,” he says, grabbing some and putting them in a bag before making his way to the counter. He grabs the Valerian sprigs from Y/N’s hand, placing them alongside his rose thorns and ignoring her protests when he hands some Galleons to the shopkeeper. 

“I get a discount,” he says when they exit the shop, “plus, I didn’t mind.” Y/N stares at him, not able to read a single emotion on his face. She thanks him and takes the Valerian sprigs from him and places them in her bag. 

“Do you wanna come over tonight?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fred won’t be home.” His cheeks are flushed red, almost like he’s shy asking to see her for the second night in a row. The word ‘yes’ is on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill out without her permission. She badly wants to let the word slip as well, but her thoughts from earlier come to the forefront once again and at this moment, Y/N can’t seem to convince herself that George wants her in the same way she wants him.

“No, sorry,” she says bluntly, and she doesn’t miss the look of shock on his face. Y/N has never turned George down and while he respects her no, it confuses him nonetheless. “Just... Not feeling well. You know?”

Y/N knows George doesn’t believe her, she sees it in his eyes, but he hums in acknowledgement before lifting his wrist and checking his watch. “Look, I’ve gotta go, Fred’s going to kill me,” the words are forced like he wants to stay and make sure everything is okay between the pair and he’s being pulled away too soon. “I’ll see you sometime this week, yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Y/N says, knowing he doesn’t mean sometime this week in his bed, but the thought happens before she can stop it and it’s right now she realises she needs to push George away before she gets more hurt. 

-----

It’s been a week since Y/N turned down George’s offer to come over that night, and she has a feeling he’s avoiding her. Usually, when Y/N denies him it only takes him a few days before he comes crawling back or vice versa; they’ve never been able to go long without falling into bed together, the co-dependency on each other for a hook up was one they never discussed, but was known, so the fact George didn’t end up in her bed during the week makes her painfully aware something is wrong and even though she knows it’s her own fault, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.  

The suspicion is only confirmed when she’s dragged to a bar in Muggle London on the following Saturday night. Angie, Katie and Alicia’s complaints that Y/N’s been too high strung this week getting to her and their peer pressure eventually worked. She doesn’t mind the bar- it’s not too busy but it’s still got enough people in it for a good time and Katie and Lee are getting everyone drinks when Y/N spots a head of bright, auburn hair across the room. 

She doesn’t even think twice before knowing it’s George, and it’s got nothing to do with the girl next to him, hanging off every word he’s saying not being Fred’s fiancée. The way she feels in her entire body when she spots him, the ache in her heart she feels is what confirms it’s George. He’s the only person to ever have this kind of power over her and at this moment, she wishes he didn’t. 

Because George is flirting with the girl next to him and she’s batting her eyelashes, clearly happy with the attention the cute redhead is giving her and Y/N wants nothing more than to be in her place and it hurts, even more, knowing she usually is in her place. George is a lot more comfortable talking sex once he has a few glasses of whiskey, so the flirting gets turned up to an eleven and all their friends laugh at his forwardness. 

Angelina sees Y/N staring longingly at the younger twin and without words she knows something is wrong. So she grabs the tequila from Katie and places it in front of Y/N. “Drink it.” She looks at Angelina, confused why her attention was stolen from George but smiles happily when the shot glass is in her hand. 

It burns as it slides down her throat, after all, tequila always does. She quickly takes the lemon from whoever’s holding it out to her, pulling a face as the sourness meets her taste buds. Angelina, Katie and Alicia and hollering when she looks back at them, her friends successfully stealing her attention from George as they drag her to the dancefloor. ABBA is playing over the loudspeaker, and the girls yell in excitement, they would never pass up the opportunity to dance to ABBA; memories of post-Quidditch parties and sneaking Firewhiskey into the Gryffindor Common Room coming to the forefront of their minds. 

They dance for who knows how long with Lee joining them as he dances between Alicia and Katie, playing up the ladies’ man role. It makes Y/N laugh, Lee clearly loving the attention from the girls but it’s at that moment she spots George and the girl from earlier, dancing; George’s hands are on her hips, respectful but holding her close and it fills Y/N with a feeling so horrible, she has to turn around to push the vile, green monster back down. 

Thankfully, or not so thankfully, she’s not entirely sure just yet, she turns to face a guy. He’s cute, got a puppy dog look about him and he smiles at Y/N in a way that indicates he’s asking to dance. She says yes, of course, and her hands wrap around his neck. She hates that she’s spending this time dancing with him comparing him to George; his hands aren’t as calloused, he smells like mint as opposed to the familiar scent of cinnamon and Earl Grey tea, her heart isn't racing like it would if she was with the redhead. 

George sees her across the dance floor because his eyes haven’t left her all night. He knows he’s leading this poor girl on, Bianca is her name; he’s not going to end up taking her home like he knows she’s hoping, but he needed a distraction. When he sees Y/N starting to dance with a guy, his jaw tenses and his eyes narrow; he knows he’s being stubborn. If he just talked to Y/N everything would be sorted but he doesn’t want to be the one to break, he wants Y/N to come to him, to want him. 

Their eyes meet across the dance floor, the guy’s head dipping into the crook of Y/N’s neck, his arm is wrapped around her waist as her back is pressed against his chest, grinding her bum onto his crotch. She tries to look away from George but she can’t, his eyes are enchanting and this is the most attention they’ve gotten from each other since that day in Diagon Alley. George whispers something into the girl’s ear, his grip on her hips getting tighter but his eyes never leave Y/N’s. 

It’s Y/N who breaks eye contact, her head falling back onto her dance partner’s shoulder and when George sees open mouth kisses pressed to Y/N’s neck, he snaps. He mutters an excuse to Bianca and walks as fast as he can to the girl he wants. He sees his friends snickering at each other as they dance but no one says anything.

She feels his presence before she feels him grab her wrist, so he doesn’t scare her. Her head immediately pops up, looking George in the eye. “Oi, nah. I had her first,” the guy behind Y/N says, his grip visually tightening on Y/N as if she’s a toy and George is coming to steal it, but he has to stifle a laugh; the guy’s confident, George’ll give him that.

“Nah, mate,” he starts, the music changing to a more sensual R&B song as he speaks. He sees Y/N blush at his simple words and he gently tugs at her wrist again, not in a demanding kind of way; he’s asking, pleading her to follow him and when she steps away from the guy she was dancing with, she mutters an apology before letting George drag her where he wants to go. 

----

They don’t even say two words to each other once they’re in the bathroom together. George pulls her inside quickly, before pushing her up against the door, attaching his lips immediately to her neck before he gently sucks and bites, subconsciously leaving a small hickey like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to do. She’s missed having him this close so when her fingers rake through his long hair, she gives it a gentle tug before pulling his mouth up to her own, wanting to kiss him with everything she has, needing him even closer. He obliges of course, always happy to give Y/N what she wants.

When George’s lips finally meet hers, he’s kissing her like it’s the last time they’ll ever kiss; it’s messy, desperate, like most of their kisses are, hands gripping wherever they can just to ensure the other isn’t leaving. George is intoxicating to Y/N like she can get drunk from the taste of his whiskey covered lips alone and her head spins when she feels his hands rake up her body, grasping her waist and pushing her harder against the door. A small moan leaving Y/N’s lips is all George needs to force his tongue into her mouth, massaging their tongues together and she tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck again, desperately needing him as close as humanly possible without defiling this public bathroom. The action makes George whimper, loving nothing more than having her fingers tugging at his auburn locks and it gives her a slight power trip. Just a slight one, as she tries to take control of the kiss. 

It doesn’t last long because before she knows it, she’s whimpering under his touch and surrendering everything she has to him as his hands caress her body, grabbing and pulling her to him wherever possible. His hands eventually land on her thighs, and when he grabs them and hoists her up, her legs immediately wrap around his waist. The action alongside the pressure on her crotch makes her moan and she feels George smirk at her noises, obviously feeling proud of being the only person to be able to do this to her. He pivots slightly once he’s holding her, placing Y/N on the counter next to the sink so they’re finally level to kiss comfortably. 

He keeps his spot between her legs, refusing to detach his lips from hers, his hands crawling from her thighs to tightly grasp her hips. If it was any other day, Y/N would’ve said something, telling him to be careful of bruises but right now, after watching him flirt with the girl out in the bar for hours on end, there’s nothing she wants, no needs, more than George marking her in every way he can. 

“Mine,” she moans without thinking, as his lips leave hers, slowly making their way across her jaw and onto her neck once again, licking, biting, sucking. George has always loved her neck and he knows how much she loves having her neck touched. “You’re mine,” she repeats when George doesn’t immediately push her away, and she doesn’t even have time to decide to panic before she hears a groan in her ear.

“Yours,” he whispers, his hot breath causing goosebumps to prickle along her skin. The words don’t even process in her brain before she feels George pull away from her. The lack of contact makes her whine, she never wants to be far away from George ever again but he smiles, presses the most gentle kiss on her lips before looking her directly in her eyes, “I’m yours.” 

Her heart stops, she never thought for a second she’d hear George mutter those words, let alone in a dingey, small bathroom of a bar in Central London, but here it is. “Don’t play with me, Georgie,” she whispers. From her spot on the counter, she can look him directly in the eyes; his cheeks are flushed red, his pupils are blown, lips swollen and red. His hair has gotten messy from her pulling at it but she can’t bring herself to feel bad that she ruined his perfectly styled hair because at this moment, she thinks this is the most beautiful she’s ever seen him, so vulnerable and the look of adoration in his eyes fills her chest with hope. 

“Would I ever play with you, darling?” He asks, his words are sincere and she knows it. It’s soft, reminiscent of all those times he’s looked after her after having sex, when he promises to look after her, always. 

“I’d hope not, I was having fun with…” She trails off, realising she never caught his name before she starts laughing. She feels George’s hands tighten against her thighs, hyperaware of his touch on her skin and she grabs one of his hands. “I didn’t actually know his name. I was pretending he was you.”

She says it so softly she wouldn’t be shocked if he missed it, but he didn’t. He hangs to every word she says, he always does and when he smiles, Y/N feels herself relax. “I was using Bianca to make you jealous,” he admits, laughing to himself. He knew the pair of them were being stupid, that they could have just talked but the fear of rejection clearly got the best of both of them. 

“I’ve liked you for so long, and maybe I shouldn't have put friends with benefits on the table knowing that, but I needed you.” He’s never spoken truer words, his left hand leaving her thigh and gently caressing her cheek. Her makeups smudged from both the sweat from dancing and the desperation from not even five minutes ago, her hairs messy and her lips are swollen just as much as his but he wants to take her home, right this second, and show her in so many ways how much he loves her.

“I like you, too.” 

His eyes prick up at her words and he didn’t realise he wasn’t holding eye contact until now. She takes her own left hand and mirrors George’s action on himself; hoping to convey everything she’s felt for him through nothing but looks. “I had to back away last week, I thought I had to get over you. Angie said some dumb shit and I started to overthink and I’m so-”

He cuts her off with a kiss and it’s so different to their usual ones. It’s soft and gentle like they could stay here for hours doing nothing but kissing and they’d be perfectly content. George pulls her body closer to his, desperate just to have her near when he pulls away, pressing his forward to hers. “Don’t say sorry, please.” 

She opens her mouth again to speak and that’s when he cuts her off again, with another kiss. This happens a few times before Y/N is a giggling mess and George is just kissing her for the sake of having their lips pressed together. “We know now, that’s all I care about.” 

This makes her smile and her heart soar; the boy she’s loved for so long, liking her back once felt like it could only be a dream, and she has to pinch herself multiple times before she finally believes it’s her reality.

They soon realise they’ve been standing in this dirty, bar bathroom for way too long and George helps her down, grabbing her by the hips to stabilise her when her legs slightly give out. He takes her hand in his, softly kissing her knuckles before he opens the bathroom door to sneak out. “My place or yours?” he asks, but he quickly stops, “I’m not expecting to fuck, but like I mean if it happens it happens but- Godric, we can just hang out I’m happy with that unless you want to fuck-”

Y/N’s giggling at his stumbling around on words and she shushes him slightly, his face going bright red when she's the one leaning to press a chaste kiss to his lips. His face is bright red when she speaks, “My place. I live alone.” she winks and runs off after saying this, George hot on her tails and even though there’s music and George’s favourite song is playing, Y/N’s laugh as he chases her out of the bar is his favourite noise.