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withloveajaxx · 1 year

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so baby let's keep this secret

𓂅 genre: modern! childe, scara, al haitham, xiao x gn! reader

𓂅 warnings: hints of making out in scara's part + childe's part is a hint of suggestive teasing

𓂅 summary: secret relationship with the genshin boys

𓂅 note: this is my first time writing for scara and haitham so,,, apologies if i mischaracterize them or they seem out of character :"D comments on their characterization are greatly appreciated ^^ but yea, that's it hehe, hope u enjoy this fic n have a wonderful day!!

CHILDE

tbf a secret relationship with childe isn't a secret to anyone at all because mans is whipped for you, but we gotta give him some credit for holding himself back from kissing you 24/7.

a "secret" relationship with this man is basically minimalized pda with a huge amount of teasing.

he absolutely loves to be the sole reason why your cheeks get red and you get all flustered in public.

when people ask you what's wrong and you can barely get out a blatant lie, childe already has a smug, yet somehow charming smirk on his face.

he's not good at hiding how whipped he is, but he does surprisingly well hiding his touches from the general eye of the public.

like whenever he's in a restaurant with you, he always makes it a point to sit beside you. he is never sitting anywhere else.

secondly, his hand is always on your thigh or fiddling with your fingers beneath the table. he simply cannot resist touching you in any way.

and finally, if he's being a little bitch… he'll slyly sneak an arm around your waist, squeezing it gently. i can bet my life he's lifting your shirt up slightly to rub your exposed skin to get you all bothered.

he's absolutely ravishing you when you get home though. spoiling you with kisses, cuddles, and anything you ask from him <3

ngl, with how touchy feely he is, i don't think people are gonna take that long to figure out what's going on between you two. the "secret" relationship is unfortunately a 5/10 in terms of success.

SCARAMOUCHE

you cannot tell me this man wouldn't take your relationship to his grave. 10/10 in this secret relationship 💀

unlike childe, he can keep his eyes and his hands off of you in public. he has a lot of self control and no amount of your teasing is going to get him to expose you guys (unless you pull out the tears or some begging then maybe). but like childe… he is absolutely obsessed with you when yall have a little private time.

this is where it gets spicy but i can just imagine scaramouche just reaching his limit from holding himself back from you after a long day, and he's just ready to break when you two are behind closed doors.

after all, he is a man of little patience isn't he? when you two get to his place after a long day, he doesn't even wait for a split second until his lips are slotting themselves against yours for a heated kiss.

he has you pinned against the wall beside the door, one elbow beside your head while the other slides down to rest on your hips.

when he parts the fairly passionate kiss his lips are still hovering dangerously close to yours. he doesn't even take that long to catch his breath, diving in for another kiss until he hears abrupt knocks at his door, and a voice he knows distinctly belonging to childe.

cursing under his breath, he holds a hand over your mouth, making sure you're hidden from the direct line of sight of the door before opening it to reveal the ginger headed man.

"make it quick, dimwit. i was in the middle of doing something," scara hisses venemously, eyes narrowing at childe. poor childe chuckles in nervouseness, scratching the back of his neck. "is that so? sorry, didn't know, maybe i'll come back later."

"yeah, whatever. just scram." and with that, the door is slammed closed and sacra's undivided attention is back on you again.

"c'mon," is all he says, taking your hand in his before leading you to a more secluded space in his apartment where no one and nothing can interrupt him from having his time with you.

ALHAITHAM

i think he'd be pretty good at keeping things lowkey. he acts the same towards everyone with some exceptions to you, so i'd say 10/10.

definitely not touchy in public (nor in private to be honest), but he's definitely into the little moments.

little moments like making eye contact from across the room and sending you the slightest hints of a smile.

or even grazing your pinkies together when your walking side-by-side in thr middle of the campus hallways.

there are bits of physical affection here and there, but the main thing that gives this man away is the quality time and acts of services that he does towards you.

hatiham doesn't spend nearly as much time with others as he does with you. you're always with him whether it be in the library studying, in a coffee shop while he reads a book, or in museums looking around and scuptures and paintings.

it's especially in crowded places like museums and coffee shops where he does small actions of adoration and affection.

like when you guys go on study or book dates, you'll feel his eyes on you when you're trying to write something down or read something.

when you look at him to ask you what's wrong, he's simply staring at you with a soft expression that screams nothing but admiration and love. it's quite endearing really, to see his ears turn the lightest shade of pink afterwards.

"do you need something, haitham?" you ask, the smile he loves so much gracing your features. he gently shakes his head, reaching his hand out on the table to take yours, "no. nothing. i was just admiring you, is all."

XIAO

there's a constant redness of his usually pale cheeks is a dead giveaway to your relationship, and he's pretty protective too so i'd say a 6/10.

whenever you catch xiao staring at you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears immediately burn red, and he whips his head around so fast.

people always notice and his friends always tease him for it, but he can't help such a reaction when what he thinks is the most stunning person is looking right at him.

or whenever he looks around the room to search for you only to find that you're already looking at him… his cheeks are literally on fire.

the adorable glow on his cheeks isn't the only sign he gives though. mind you, this man is very protective over you.

he wants to make sure that absolutely no harm comes in your way, and he'll do anything to make sure of that. he doesn't care if your relationship would be exposed that way, all he cares about is your overall safety and wellbeing.

he's the type of man who pulls you closer to him while you're crossing the street or walking by the road, having his hand on you in some way in case anything happens.

the type of guy who brings random stuff like bandaids, hair ties, and sweets for you just in case you need anything.

he's also constantly asking how you are through text, just in case you need him to do something or in case you need him by your side for whatever reason.

my favourite part about secret relationships with xiao is the kind of dates you'd have. he's definitely the type of man to do homey, indoor dates. he'd build lego bouquets for and with you, he's sit for hours bingeing movies or series you like, relax and read a book with you, or even just nap and cuddle. even though your dates are mostly at home to keep away from the prying eyes of others, he's sure to make it something you'll always love and never regret.

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queers-gambit · 1 month

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But You Without Me Ain't Nice

prompt: ( requested ) deciding to surprise your boyfriend for Christmas after studying abroad, only to discover him in the arms of another. when you return to Oxford, so does his desire.

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 5.7k+

note: it's not EXPLICIT cheating 'cause i wanted them to get back together.

warnings: small bouts of jaded feminism, cursing, hurt and comfort, AU timeline 'cause of implied altered canon, small angst, drama, emotions are hard, long distance relationships are hard, boys are dumb, "cheating" but not explicit - you'll see, more so betrayal, so that makes this relationship angst?

Cassandra's squeal of excitement was shrill enough to pierce an eardrum when you shuffled into her dormitory, shaking the snow from your hair and coat before she hugged you tightly. "I'm so excited you're here!" She beamed, "It's been so fucking lonely without you! God, you just had to leave, huh?"

You chuckled, "Oh, shove it. Edinburgh has one of the best programs in Europe, Cass, you know this!"

"I know, I know, you're better than us little folk at Oxford," she mocked with a groan, letting go of you as your eyes rolled in humor. "But still - it's so boring without you, I miss my roomie. There's literally nobody around for me to cause havoc with," she pouted dramatically.

"Well, I'm here for the holidays," you assured, "so you get me for the next couple weeks, you lucky ducky."

"Oh, please, you and I both know Felix isn't gonna let you outta his sight when he sees you. You planning on goin' home at all?"

"No, no, my sister has a flat just down the way," you explained. "She's in London until after the New Year - gave me her key when she picked me up from the airport," you showed her the metal device with a grin.

"Gonna take Felix back to the flat?"

"If he wants," you nodded.

"Oh, yeah, whatever, a flat completely to yourselves for the entire winter holiday? He's gonna lose his mind," your friend tutted. "When are you seeing him?"

"Uh, he said he was going to some party tonight?"

"Well, that's normal," she muttered almost bitterly. "C'mon, get changed, we'll meet him there."

"What do you mean, 'normal'?"

"What? Oh," her head shook as if realizing what she had just said. "No, it's - it's nothing, just," she winced slightly, "Felix is at every party."

"Really?" You asked softly. "We talk all the time on the phone, when does he even have time?"

"No offense, but it's not like he's a model student. He's constantly partying, I hear about it all the time from girls in class - "

"What do they say?"

"He's just popular - you know, he's Felix. And he's a regular at the pubs, too."

You had a weird feeling in your gut and chest, just nodding at Cassandra. "Well, at least he's enjoying himself," you offered meekly.

"Mhm, got that right," she snickered. "He's a legend 'round the university, even people in other colleges and programs know about him. Guess that's one way t'make an impression."

"Yeah, that's Felix for yah," you sighed. "Can I borrow an outfit?"

"What's wrong with that?" She paused, looking you up and down, then wincing, "Yeah, okay, I have options for you."

"Oh, don't sound so judgmental!" You laughed, "I just didn't pack party clothes, I didn't think we'd be going to any."

"You're so lucky to have me," she grinned at you, shoving through a rack of options in her wardrobe. "You wanna look classy slutty, spicy slutty, or just plain slutty-slutty?"

You hummed and chose the 'classy' option, being an open back black mini dress that clung to your figure and hiked up your thighs with every step. It felt exciting to be with Cassandra again, meeting your first year of secondary school and becoming the closest of friends; enduring family turmoil and social drama arm-in-arm. You listened to preppy pop music as you got ready; taking turns in the bathroom to finish your hair and make-up before slipping the dress on and latching the borrowed heels around your ankles.

When you gave her a look at your final outfit, she approved - claiming Felix would probably have a heart attack when he saw you.

"Wait!" You laughed, snatching a festive Santa Claus hat from the care package her parents sent; nestling it on your head. "Eh? Eh? Right? It's good!"

"Girl - "

"C'mon, it's festive!"

"You're lucky you're just so damn cute - it works," she grinned, tossing you your coat before shrugging into hers. "Hold on - you know the rules!" She halted you from opening the dorm door, holding up the bottle of tequila. "Shots before we leave!"

"Jesus, I've missed you," you laughed, taking the solo cup she held out; watching her pour enough for at least 2-3 shots.

"It'll keep us warm in the snow," she explained. "They not partying down at Edinburgh?"

"Not like here," you snickered, downing the drinks with a screwed up expression. "And they're all really preppy - like I thought Oxford had snobs, but Christ Almighty. My roommate down there literally had a panic attack when I bought a bottle of wine."

"Why?"

"She's American, said they're not allowed until they're 21."

"Wow... That's gotta suck for them," she downed her own shots. "Okay! You ready? Wait, are you wearing panties?"

"Yeah - "

"You can't in that dress."

"I'm not taking my panties off, Cass, let's just go!" You laughed, snatching her hand and leading her out of the dorm. "So, c'mon, tell me about the guy you're seeing," you requested, looping your arms together, trudging onto the snowy sidewalk.

"Oh, you mean Jason? Yeah, no, that's over. I just realized that being here is literally the only time in my life I'll have all these easy opportunities and there was no use in wasting my time dating just one person. And it eliminates the threat of cheating. Like... I don't hold my liquor all that well anymore and there's so many good looking people here! Why be in a relationship and run that risk, you know?"

You blinked at her, unsure what to say.

"Oh," she froze, "no, no, I didn't mean - no, look, dating in college is really cool when you know you're with the right person. And since you and Felix have been together for two years already, I think it's pretty safe to say he's the right one - right?"

"I think so... But I can't lie, I've been feeling kinda guilty, thinking Felix would prefer the opportunity to sow his wild oats instead of committing to us. You know? Like you said - "

"No, don't do that, you're gonna give yourself an aneurysm being stressed and upset," she hugged your arm tightly, continuing down the sidewalk. "Felix doesn't want t'be single, he would've bucked up the nerve to break up already. And you guys talk so often, he would've said something, right?"

You mused, "Not necessarily, Felix is used to having all he wants."

She shrugged off your words, "You're overthinking 'cause you're nervous to surprise him. But you're the best Christmas present, seriously. Made my day all the better."

You just smiled and skipped over the patch of ice in your way, nearly slipping, but Cassandra kept a tight hold on you - laughing loudly, your amused shrieks echoing around the brownstone buildings. When you arrived at the flat hosting the party, you climbed 2 flights of stairs without incident and let yourselves in; being greeted by strobe lights, thick clouds of smoke, and an abundance of drunken Oxford students.

It was packed - a welcomed sight after your past semester abroad, attending dinner parties with tart wines and classical music. You only had one more semester left before coming back to Oxford full time, and things just weren't the same being away; you missed the excitement, the parties, the friends you made. Granted, you had friends at Edinburgh, you often thought you could make friends anywhere, but you knew a lot of faces here. It was a comfort. And despite knowing you were here only a couple weeks until the next semester began again, it was still nice being back.

You were greeted by several people, being hugged happily and your cheeks kissed sloppily. They asked all about your program in Scotland, insisting you do rounds of shots with them, updating you on the juiciest gossip you missed.

They told you everything... Except what you should've known.

"Have you guys seen Felix?" You asked, glancing around the packed party. You noticed the uncomfortable looks exchanged, questioning, "What? What is it?"

"Uh, you know what?" Oliver Quick sighed, a new addition to the friend group that you didn't know - actually meeting for the first time tonight. "Yeah, yeah, saw him over there - on the sofa," he pointed somewhere behind you.

"Thanks, mate," you patted his shoulder, turning to push through the partygoers.

When you were gone, Farleigh turned to Oliver, "What the fuck was that? You know Felix is drunk off his tits and India's rubbing real close."

"So? Shouldn't she know someone's making moves on her man?" Oliver asked. "Not exactly fair - "

"It's not entirely fair to set Felix up like that," Farleigh sneered. "He misses her, so he drinks, flirts with girls. But he's not acting on it, you just want to get him in trouble, you fuckin' twat!"

Oliver shrugged, looking over in time to spy you approaching the couch. "He'll only get in trouble if he's acting on his impulses, being unfaithful," Ollie sneered.

When you made it through the crowd, you found Felix sitting on the couch, but what made you stop in your tracks was the little lady sat on his lap - a girl you recognized vaguely. Felix downed the shot being handed to him, grinning that stupid grin you adore, broad hands splayed on the girl's thigh as she curled into her chest with skinny arms wrapped around his neck. Her sticky lips whispered something in his ear, giving a small nibble that made your boyfriend laugh - always the ticklish type.

The alcohol you had already downed burned an angry hole in your gut, heart heavy with betrayal, feeling outrage at their audacity the longer you watched. You looked beside you and snatched the drink from a drunk guy, taking two dramatic strides up to them and without thought, launched the entire cup at the couple.

"You bitch!" India gasped, rocketing to her feet. Felix was about to yell himself, but when he looked up and registered your angry eyes glaring at him, he gaped in shock. "Seriously, what the fuck is your issue, slut?" India sneered, stamping her foot.

"Oh, fuck off, sweetheart," you snapped, "not like it's my boyfriend you're sitting on! Really wouldn't throw stones if I was you!"

Felix stood and pushed India to the side, "Baby - "

"Oh, spare me your fucking excuses, Felix! For Christ's sake! This is what you've been doing while I'm gone!? Huh!?"

"No - "

"Bullshit! Cass told me you're constantly partying, so is this what you do? Huh? Hang up the phone with me, come to these shitty parties, get shit faced, and take girls home before calling me in the morning? You even wait until they're gone before dialing my number?"

"Darling, I swear - nothing was happening, nothing was going to happen! I don't - "

"Well, not with us soaking wet!" India raged. "You're just a jealous hag, I mean, you're dating someone like Felix but I've never even seen you! Maybe if you were a better girlfriend, he wouldn't be looking elsewhere!"

"Jesus Christ, India! Fuck off - NOW!" Felix bellowed, shocking the girl. "You don't know a Goddamn thing you're saying, and you know you're too desperate - "

"Oh! So, you're moving in on 'desperate' girls 'cause they're easy, right?" You snapped. "She might be desperate, but you are fucking pathetic, Felix! I know you get everything you want, I know you don't know real consequences, but I don't have to add to that!"

"Let's just talk outside," he tried, looking more and more like a kicked puppy.

"I'm not going anywhere with you again. This isn't working, Felix, there's no way I can trust you - not when I've just seen - this!"

"Baby, it isn't - look, this isn't what it looks like! Okay? I know it looks bad, but I don't touch them - "

"There's more!? Of course, there's more - 'cause why have just one, right?"

He winced, "I just - listen, I only flirt, baby, I swear, but I-I know that's not much better. You bein' gone, I-I have this pent up energy - "

"Oh, the poor rich boy! Unsupervised without his girlfriend, so you think it's okay to flirt with other girls? Have them sit on your lap? Touch them? Flirt all night?"

"I know it sounds bad - "

"No, you know what?" You chuckled ruefully. "You two have fun, I'm out. I'm so fucking done with you, Felix, this relationship - it obviously isn't viable. So, have your skank, but make sure you get to a clinic. You obviously couldn't choose someone decent to cheat on me with, make sure she doesn't give you any STDs."

"What did you say, bitch!?" India tried to surge up to you, but Cassandra stepped in and shoved both her shoulders; sending her sprawling to the dirty, sticky floor.

"Watch yourself," she barked, dropping another drink on her and making India squeal. She glared at Felix and approached you, hushing, "You okay?"

"No."

"Let's get outta here," she nodded, wrapping you in her arms and leading the way out - not like she had to, students parted way like the Red Sea to let you two pass.

"Wait!" Felix rushed, grabbing his jacket and following you both out. Despite the heels, mini dresses, and alcohol, you and Cass were sober enough to scurry down the stairs and outside by the time he caught up. "Baby! Wait! Please, c'mon, let me explain!"

"You've done enough! I've seen enough!" You yelled back, Cass not stopping you two from making your escape. "Just fuck off back to your whores, Felix!"

"No, no," he rushed in front of you two, forcing you to stop. "Let me talk to you, please, you think it's worse than it is, I mean - "

"Awh, you think just touching other bitches isn't that bad?" Cass sneered. "Silly slut," she scoffed, rolling her pretty eyes.

"Cass, do you mind? This is between us," He sighed.

"Oh-ho, I very much mind," she rolled her eyes. "Grovel if you want, but I'm not leaving you two alone."

"I don't want to talk, Felix! For fuck's sake, I saw all I needed to. I'm literally killing myself slowly in Scotland, trying to secure my own future 'cause not all of us can be born into money - "

"Baby, that's not fair - "

" - And you're here, living your best life, being fucking deceitful, aren't you? Your girlfriend on the side and a full buffet of sluts to choose from - and nobody would know 'cause I wasn't in the fucking country! You know what?" You chuckled, "Thank you, actually. Thank you for proving what I feared the most and cutting us free. Better to know now than later when I'm far more invested. Enjoy your pick of the fucking litter, Felix, 'cause I'm removing myself from this equation, you're now free to do whatever you want - don't have to be such a gentleman anymore and just flirt with them."

"You're right, okay? You're right, I wasn't thinking, I was trying to - I don't even know! Have 'the college experience', I think, and I got carried away. I'm so sorry - "

"You're only sorry 'cause you got caught," Cass snapped.

"Ohk for fuck's sake - Cass, I love you and all, but do you mind if this stays between my girl and I?"

"Oh, so you inviting all that female attention was 'keeping it between you'?" She cocked her head, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, babe, let's go. You don't need to hear his pathetic whinging anymore."

"Think you're right," you sniffled from the cold. "Bye, Felix."

"Please - let's just talk about this!"

"No more talking!" You barked. "You don't need to defend yourself, I saw her with you - I don't need your excuses! This is over, Felix, just - for God's sake, fuck off, already!"

He froze, never hearing such aggressive words from you before. In the years you were friends and the two you've dated, you hadn't so much as raised your voice at him - even when upset. To hear such profanity at this level shocked him. He's heard you yell, but usually at other people; he's heard you curse, but typically from excitement. He felt overwhelmed watching Cassandra walk you away under her arm, the tears surfacing and his confusion blinding; wondering how the hell he had managed to fuck everything up THIS bad.

When you got back to her dorm, you were a wreck and Cassandra wasn't sure how to start comforting you. She watched you slide to the floor in tears and squatted to take your shoes off, set the bottle of tequila beside you, and then got comfortable on the ground, too. She stretched her arm around your shoulders, sighing sadly, and just held you when you sobbed uselessly into her neck.

No amount of crying would change the past. No amount of frustration or self-pity would help. No amount of regret would turn back time and prevent you from leaving your very attractive boyfriend to the mercy of Oxford sluts.

After an hour of just crying, Cassandra perked up and asked, "You wanna stay the night here or go to your sister's?"

"Felix knows where your dorm is," you sniffled, mascara down your cheeks and chin. "Maybe we should go?"

"You want me to come, too?"

"I don't want to be alone..."

"Lemme pack real fast," she agreed, leaving you on the floor to drink until you felt numb while she raced around to prepare a duffel bag. When she was finished, she hoisted you from the ground and took her car keys, shouldering your own duffel, and leading you out of the dorms. On your way to student parking, neither of you were surprised to find Felix sprinting in your direction.

"Baby! Wait, wait, wait! Please!" He begged, barely slowing down and literally skidding to a halt, nearly slipping on ice. "Just - please, let me talk to you. I-I can't let you leave thinking I fucked those girls - "

"Oh, just go fuck yourself, Felix!" You laughed.

"Is she drunk?" He asked Cass in mild shock.

"Do you know a better way to deal with a break up?" She rolled her eyes.

"We're not broken up - "

"I heard otherwise," she sneered. "You're not used to losing, Felix, but the rest of us, on Earth, know when a relationship is over."

"I made a mistake!" He pleaded loudly.

"Just one?" You snapped.

"No, you know what? I've made a few, but I swear, nothing fucking happened! Not with any of them!"

"Oh," you mocked, snickering to Cassandra.

"Just give me a chance - "

"I did," you interrupted sadly. "I gave you all the chances, Felix, and you still chose to betray me. So, you know what? I just need time to digest your bullshit betrayal, and in order to do that, I literally can't be around you."

"How will you know how sorry I am?"

"I know, I can see it - just like I saw that bitch on your lap," you scoffed. "Can we go now?"

"C'mon, babe," Cass agreed.

"Go? Go where?" He rushed, looking panicked.

"Away from you!" You laughed, holding onto your friends arm tightly as you wobbled in her borrowed shoes.

"At least let me help you - "

"Don't need help from a slut!" You shouted to the sky, not stopping.

Felix Catton was left standing in the snow, his heart walking away from him in heels too high.

And when you got to your sister's flat, Cassandra raided the fridge and brought you ice cream and pretzels - for something both sweet and salty. For the rest of the night, you cried while stuffing your face, but whatever it was worth, at the very least, you had your best friend there to wipe your tears.

Well, after a gut wrenching Christmas break, you went back to Scotland to finish an anticlimactic semester at one of the world's most prestigious universities. Without Felix to call, you dedicated more time to studying, which paid off, because by the end, you received the highest marks in your college and earned multiple letters of recommendations from well-respected professors.

But now that the year abroad was over, you were set to return to Oxford for the next three weeks to report back to your program chairs and give them an update. Suddenly, it was like the entire semester of avoiding your feelings about Felix caught up to you the moment you boarded the plane. You had stuffed your emotions deep down, ignored his morning and evening phone calls (yes, he still called everyday), and tried your hand at dating other people - but it wasn't the same. You hated that you missed him so much, but you figured you had more self-respect than to belittle yourself for a man.

A beautiful, kind, generous man... Who made a mistake... Who demonstrated remorse... Who understands what he did was wrong and hurtful... And your Daddy did raise you to 'forgive and forget'. But still, you had a difficult time forgiving Felix in full, and therefore, couldn't forget what he did.

The betrayal was still so fresh and you couldn't stomach the idea of even speaking to him. So, you decided to avoid him by any means.

When you returned to England, it was drearier than normal. Your sister wasn't able to pick you up this time, figuring you would just hail a cab when someone laid on their horn in a long, continuous, obnoxious beep. When you looked over, Cassandra was waving at you rapidly through her window.

With an easy grin, you rushed over to her car and tossed the few bags you had into the backseat before getting in the passenger seat. "What're you doing here?" You gasped, leaning in to hug your friend.

She returned your affection enthusiastically, then was pushing you off, "Bitch, I'm double parked in the red - we gotta go!" You laughed when she rushed off, heading back to Oxford as she explained, "But you said on the phone your sister wasn't getting you, so I took the liberty of reading between the lines."

"No, I didn't mean it like that - "

"I know you didn't," she grinned, "but I just wanted to get you to campus all the faster, I've missed you!"

"We have three weeks together before the start of summer," you reminded. "Ready for exams?"

"Hardly," she scoffed. "Enough of that! Tell me all about Scotland!"

You spent the rest of the car ride without a single thought spent on Felix - all too appreciative for friends. Until you got back to the dorms, that is. You'd been there all of an hour before there was a knock at the door and when Cassandra opened it, she glanced up and down the hall in confusion, not seeing anyone - but a bouquet of flowers caught her attention.

"Well, this is cute," she mused, picking up the flowers from the floor and closing the door. "Someone left flowers? Ew, bet they're from Jason - he's been begging me to get back together."

You didn't bother reminding her they were the same Felix always sent you. You just nodded and said they must've indeed been for her since nobody knew when you were coming back. Yet something in your stomach churned, knowing this was no coincidence, you knew they were from Felix, and the idea made you oddly... Warm.

You didn't want to be touched by the small gesture, but it was sweet. Reminded you of the good times between you and Fi. You felt your guts twist, realizing how much you missed him. None the less, you never said a word.

The following day was as normal as it could've been. People were looking both happy to see you and exhausted from prep work before final exams. You understood, having completed yours; all that was left was to write up a report to your dean and other department heads and present it. You spent your days in the library while everyone was in class, and while there, you were surprised to see Felix hunched over a set of books.

You didn't approach him, just chose a separate table and got comfortable. You were in the zone for a solid hour before a shadow loomed over you, making you jump when a hand met your shoulder. "Sorry, sorry," Felix rushed, hands held in defense. "Just thought I'd give you this - you seemed really focused."

You blinked when he set a blueberry muffin down. The gesture made you smile, "You remembered?"

For every study session, you had a blueberry muffin to munch on.

"'Course I do," he nodded rapidly. "Remember everything about you, love. And these were always your favorite, right?"

"Yeah," you breathed. "Uh, thanks, Fi, this was nice of you."

"Seemed really focused, wanted to make sure you ate," he half-smiled. "I didn't mean to interrupt, uh, j-just wanted t'say good luck on your presentation."

Your heart clenched when he walked away back to his table, not once looking up at you as he worked. He really only meant to give you the muffin, which surprised you - Felix was terribly persistent, and for some reason, you actually felt sad that he wasn't vying for your attention or forgiveness.

This felt like a reality check, reminding you that you were truly broken up. So, you just sniffled and focused again, nibbling on the muffin as you revised your report. You hated the tension, the distance, the disturbing idea that while gone, he had been with countless other girls. You especially hated that you began regretting leaving for a year, feeling as if you created this situation by leaving room for Felix to seek attention elsewhere.

You knew it wasn't the truth - this wasn't your fault. You weren't the one who decided to implode your relationship, to be unfaithful in the least bit; and seeking higher educational opportunity wasn't grounds for anyone to cheat. It felt entirely unfair; you were in the same position as Felix, alone in another country, missing your friends and family, and yet, YOU never sought attention - emotional or physical - in any way from anyone else.

You at least had a sense of loyalty. But at the same time, you tried to validate that this was "the best years of your lives" and Felix was a young, hot, rich boy. Why wouldn't he bask in the attention of others? He always had and it felt wrong to crucify him for being a lad with hormones.

You began to wonder, did you overreact? Of course you didn't!

But you missed him immensely.

For the three weeks left in the semester, Felix would leave flowers at your dorm room, brought you little treats, never impeded on your space, and just made himself known without being overwhelming. You thought it was endearing without giving him too much credit after his betrayal. For three weeks, he was sweet, kind, soft spoken, and from what you understood, turned reclusive - refusing any party invitation, even backing out of pub meetings.

He wasn't hanging with friends, drinking, distracted with girls. According to local gossip, if you could put stock into the words, this new behavior started right after Christmas; after your very public break-up.

You were mildly intrigued by his change of attitude, but didn't confront it. You felt distance was necessary for healing, yet there was no denying your love that still festered - and maybe, the idea that Felix was truly remorseful and loved you, too.

It all came to a cultivation on the day of your presentation. To say you were nervous was an understatement - pacing the entire night before, going over what you were going to say, making final revisions; driving Cassandra up the wall, but she was still supportive.

That morning, she left early for her own ventures, but made sure to help you pick out an outfit. It was something smart, it complimented your figure in a professional manner and made you feel powerful and like a "real" adult.

You packed your bag and walked to your college's lecture hall, getting there about 20 minutes early to set up your materials and run through your notes one last time. When your dean and other professors entered to settle in their seats at the front, you heard the upper backdoor open. When you looked up, you were shocked - like, actually shocked - to see Felix sitting up there with Cassandra, Farleigh, your parents and sister.

You tried not to dwell on their presence, but suddenly, knowing Felix was there to support you, you didn't feel so nervous anymore. Something about his viewing of your final project made you a little more confident, quelling your nausea as you cleared your throat and started your oral presentation that had a guided visual and 20-page report.

When you finished, you were grinning. Your deans applauded you, and from the back, so did your friends and family; in fact, Felix was on his feet, clapping with vigor. You handed over the flash-drive that housed your visuals and then your bound essay report, shaking the professors hands, and letting them leave.

When you turned, your family had descended the auditorium stairs and your friends were trailing after.

"Oh, you brilliant girl!" Your father gushed, wrapping you in a huge hug. "My perfect, most special girl! That was amazing!"

"Thanks, Daddy," you giggled. "What're you guys doing here?"

"Oh, Felix called," your mother informed, petting hair off your shoulder in a calming motion. "Glad he did, we're so proud of you."

"I didn't even know peers could sit in," you admitted.

"Apparently, they're not, but you know, Felix has a way with rules," your father sighed, shaking his head in amusement. "Thank God you got your mother's intelligence, fear you'd be shit outta luck if you had mine, eh?"

This triggered a round of other compliments from your loved ones; sister and Cassandra both beaming at you in pride, everyone offering their compliments on specific sections of your presentation to prove they really, truly had been listening. You felt bashful, waving them off out of embarrassment, and then you agreed to attend dinner for a celebration - your mother informing you that the summer would be spent in a French villa and details were to be discussed at the meal. But first, you noticed Felix still sitting high up in the lecture hall and promised you meet everyone at the dorm later.

When the hall cleared, you sighed and slowly made your way up to where Felix lingered; his form fidgeting nervously the closer you got. You dropped to the seat beside him with a deep sigh, ready to confront everything, when he offered a decently large bouquet of familiar flowers. "Congrats, love," he whispered. "Was really well-done, even if I didn't know half of what you were sayin'."

You accepted the flowers, petting the petals gingerly, then asking in a low whisper, "Felix?"

"Yeah, love?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"I know how important this was for you, I asked them all to come so we could support you, knowin' you were nervous - "

"No," you interrupted, turning in your seat to face him. "Why'd you have to go and ruin us? Why wasn't I enough?"

He swallowed thickly, "It wasn't you that wasn't enough."

"Huh?"

"Think I felt insecure," he admitted. "You were at Edinburgh, bettering yourself and I think I got scared that you'd love it there so much, you know, that... You'd leave. Leave Oxford, leave England, leave... Me. So, I just... I don't have any excuse, honestly, love. I know I fucked up, but I think my fear was being projected in the worst way..."

You nodded, "Do you regret it?"

"Every fuckin' day."

"Any plans for tonight?"

"What?" He blinked in shock.

"You wanna come to dinner with us? I mean, you went through the trouble of gettin' everyone here - and I know you must've bribed someone to let them watch."

His cheeks reddened, chuckling nervously, "It wasn't... I didn't... All right, yeah, I had to pay off the custodian - he unlocked the door for us."

"Mhm," you smirked. "So? Dinner?"

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, "You made a mistake... A huge one, but a mistake none the less. We've had time apart, and I've learned, I don't want to be without you. My life is far more interesting with you in it and I feel less alone. So, if you want, I'd like for you to come to dinner with us, maybe work on our friendship again. See where things go?"

"As long as you're okay with it."

"I'm the one inviting you, yes, I'm okay with it," you chuckled at his nerves, standing, and offering your hand. "C'mon, Mum says we're spending the summer in France - maybe we can convince her to invite you, too."

"Doubt Cassandra would let that happen," Felix mused, shouldering his bag and taking your hand - instantly lacing your fingers together.

"Oh, on the contrary, she might like it; it'd give her something to do."

"What's that? Makin' me her personal punching bag?"

"Exactly," you grinned, squeezing his hand.

"Hey," he paused you before you could exit the auditorium, looking sadder than when his dog died; bottom lip gently trembling. "I just... I need you t'know, I'm really fuckin' sorry, love. I was an absolute idiot, I fucked this up - broke your trust. I regret nothing more, I was such a fuckin' arsehole, and I don't want to be without you, either. I realized I'm not myself without you, that me without you doesn't feel right - "

"Hey," you halted his rambling, "I can't tell you it's okay, Fi, because it's not, but your atonement is appreciated. We've been friends for so long, I don't think I want to walk away entirely - so, let's just go slow and figure our shit out." He nodded in agreement, letting you lead the way, smirking when you cheekily told him, "Mh, bit of advice though? You could try to get in good graces by payin' for dinner tonight."

"Done and done," he eased, releasing your hand to hang his arm around your shoulders, and just like old times, you raised your hand to lace with his, other wrapping around his waist. The smile didn't fall from Felix's face all night, and by the end of the night, had arranged to stay with your family that summer - Oliver Quick and what could've been a summer at Saltburn far from his mind.

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pryllee · 2 months

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7 minutes in heaven, or 7 hours.

Blade x AFAB! Reader

Dubcon, stomach bulge, kinda degradation/praise kink, slight mean blade with a sprinkle of softheartedness, cunnilungus/fingering, riding, jealous reader, kinda jealous blade ”ugly body” rejections whatever mentioned in start, hickeys/marking, tit sucking, bit of possessiveness in both so the feeling can be mutual, small breeding kink mention

A/N: I get pretty awkward and cringey while trying to write fuck parts so I hope anyone who reads this finds this good. And maybe I'll make HCs with him taking care of a child next time... If anyone wants that. 🥲

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As depressed you already were, it already sucked even more with each rejection that slapped you at the face. You slammed the can of alcohol onto the table as Blade just watched leaning his head onto the wall.

"Ugh these fuckin' asses..." You held onto your head annoyed as hell,

"You know, we should be heading back now." He scanned you, before looking away again to try avoid your ’fiery fists’

You complained, slamming a fist onto the table almost making it break. "Oh c'mon don't make it worse than it already is! These idiots have the nerve to call my body unattractive, they might've just had atleast one more kiss before they died, no? Not like they were any better..." Silently whispering the last part.

Your brows furrowed noticing him staring off into the distance, probably at someone. You tried to find the direction he was looking in, and found a pretty girl almost your height, but her curves really showed through that waitress uniform.

A small ’oh’ of disappointment almost escaped your lips, making your eye twitch. "Maybe your right. Lets go." You grabbed the can with half of alcohol left.

Your walking almost felt like you were stomping leaving Blade barely confused, more like unfazed as he found this normal.

—

You noticed the place felt a little lonely, you didn't hear much till you advanced inside further and noticed some of the stellaron hunters and probably new recruits due to some unfamiliar faces along with Kafka on the side and Silverwolf. "Hi, [ Y/N ]. Nice to see you've brought Blade along with you." Kafka smiled as Silverwolf blew gum up, tapping away on her gaming console.

"Whats going on? They playin' spin the bottle?" You pointed drunkly with drool almost oozing out of your mouth. "Hmm...—seven minutes in heaven or whatever." She waved her hand as her back leaned against a pillar.

What is with these people leaning against shit? Just how disinterested really are they?

"Lemme participate." You spoke as you squeezed in a spot in the circle pushing some people aside joining the weird circle formation that felt like a cult. "What about you, Bladie? Won't you join her too?"

"Not interested. I don't really care about those type of feelings." He was about to walk away in the way both of you came, till Kafka offered him something.

"Hmm, I'm sure Silverwolf can secure you some time with her?" Pointing at her as he noticed a little wheel thing that controlled the bottle. "Unless you want her to give herself up to someone else, that is."

He clenched a fist tightly, loosening it quickly as he just also squeezed in a spot opposite of where you are.

He watched the previous can you held be thrown away assuming you already finished it or didn't and just hated the taste now. As the bottle kept spinning for some time, you wondered when it would land on you and choose a decent looking dude. Till it finally did. But then landed on Blade.

Your expression of happiness quickly went away realizing who else it landed on, would he even want to do spicy with you? If anything he'd probably rather do it with that stupid girl he stared at earlier. Maybe I should kill her. Whoops, thoughts got a little offtrack there.

The person on your right was nudging your shoulder to follow Blade in, as you quickly took a glance at Kafka feeling like something was up. And you were right cause something really was up. You followed him in, as he locked the door behind you both.

"So what do we do? Play cards? Or should we find that girls number?" You scoffed in annoyance wondering how the fuck you both even got paired up. Not like he'd find you anything more than friends.

You once planned to confess to him but as you were looking for him, you overheard some parts of a ’private’ conversation.

"Bladie, what do you prefer in a girl?" Kafka smiled, asking him. He just looked away as he looked in your direction, it felt like he saw you, but then it felt like he didn't as it really was just an open corridor thing.

"I don't know. I don't care about such things... But probably someone good with a sword and is stronger than me." He mumbled the last part, seemingly unsure of his words infront of Kafka as she'd probably do some weird shit.

"Oh? I thought you liked girls like [ Y/N ]?" She pried. "No... We're just co-workers, shes too bold for me too." He sighed, speaking in a low tone.

Just co-workers? Ha, is he fucking insane? Not even friends... But literal co-workers? You walked away holding onto your broken heart with tears bubbling up a little but you just wiped them away deciding to push your feelings away.

"Hmm... Poor [ Y/N ], seems pretty upset that she thought she was already rejected without the chance to even ask directly..." Kafka whispered in a low tone, glancing in the same direction he looked in previously.

"...Excuse me?" He asked, yet only got a headshake and ’nothing.’ in response. Did ’Elio’ also foresee this? How come Blade wouldn't get to know though? Well I guess he wouldn't need to since it's not related to the Astral Express or Stelle.

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"Girls number? Who exactly are you talking about?" He asked, making the atmosphere even more awkward. "Oh please, don't act like I didn't see how you stared down that girl with ’beautiful’ curves in that stupid bar." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"Is this seven minutes in heaven, or seven minutes in hell listening to you complain? And I didn't stare her down. I was just looking at her because ’curves’ were related in the stupid topic. You're the one who just stomped away like a furious little kid." His words hit you hard into the face, "And we aren't dating, I don't see how you're so pissed off about it."

You were practically seething in anger as you just turned around to go through the rooms backdoor to go outside. "And where are you going?" You felt him grip onto your waist, which sent shivers up your spine. "None of your business." You tried to push his hands off yet his grip only tightened even more.

"Blade..– Let go." Your breathing slowly became more and more hitched as the gap between you closed. Suddenly the lights went out and you heard Kafka announce something that made everyone walk away.

"Have fun, you two." Kafka whispered to herself, although she knew you couldn't hear.

"Hm? What happened, Kafka?" Silverwolf confusingly followed her from behind.

His chest pressed against your back, feeling his breathe becoming heavier as his hand slid down to your inner thigh, making you try to squirm out of his grasp almost instantly. "Blade stop—nnh.."

A soft low moan was made out as he caressed your clothed sex, you held onto the door infront of you, "Do you want me, [ Y/N ]?" He whispered into your ear. As short silence filled the room, he spun you around, lifting you up with his arms with your back pressing against the now locked door. "Answer me, you whore."

His eyes bored into yours. Your eyes darted everywhere trying to find a way to escape or somewhere decent to look at. "Whats with the act? How come you're so shy now?" He teased, chuckling, leaning into your lips. His tongue mixing with yours as you held onto him for Aeons sake, digging your nails into his back.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting from both of your lips, before leaning back down biting down on your tops button spitting each one out. "Do you really need to destroy my top? I could've just undo it by myself."

This felt like a dream come true, yet you also wished you would just wake up from it, it feels so wrong yet so right.

"Hmm... Can't have a pretty girl like you falling onto the ground now can we?" He held you with one arm now, with the other needily pushing the remains of your dignity away to reveal your chest. Yet another obstacle arised due to your bra. "Shouldn't we...—stop here? I'm sure it's already been seven minutes.." He shook his head, just pushing your bra down.

"Mmh, how cute, you're the one who wanted this for so long yet you're the one who also wants this to stop already." He bit down on your nipple, suckling on it like he tried to milk you,

"Maybe I should breed you with kids so I can suck alot of milk out of you, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" You moaned softly from time to time, covering your mouth with one hand as the other travelled up his hair,

"Mmngh... I— maybe...nnnh" you whimpered. His mouth was suckling one with one hand cupping the other and flicking at your now hard nipples leaving hickeys. You sobbed out his name softly, "I assume thats a yes? Can't believe how turned on you are when I'm only playing with your tits."

The previous hand that was cupping your boob slid down your pants, pushing it down along with your panty,

"Be a dear and say my name, maybe I'll help with that wetness down there then." His gloved finger ran down your slit, making you shudder,

"blade..." You mumbled

"Can't hear ya."

"Ugh... blade," You looked away embarrassed, your nails again digging into his back.

"Hmm?"

"Oh for Aeons sake, Blade please just fuck me!" You cried out in annoyance, the embarrassment was more than enough.

"Good girl." He lifted you over to a table, laying you on it with you facing him, "Wasn't so hard now was it?" He took his gloves off, pulling your pants off exposing your legs and cunt.

The tension got heavier with the bare cold hitting against your chest and lower half. He aligned two fingers with your hole, slowly pushing it in. "Be gentle—please..." You looked away,

"Mhm... And why should I?" He cooed "Could this be your first time?" You slightly nodded, as he just looked back at your hole, pushing his fingers in deeper forcing a moan out of you; "Ughh..—Blade! Nnh!" You cried, arching your back miserably, it hurt like a bitch yet slowly felt good.

He can't believe he almost gave your virginity up to someone else other than him, the fact you could've been moaning out someone elses name really is annoying.

His fingers thrusted in and out at a painfully slow pace, your walls tightened vigorously and it was so easy for him to access with how wet and slick your pussy already was for him. The pace got faster, with his fingers slightly becoming curled with each passing thrust adding another finger in.

"Fuck! Blade—nngh.. shit..." You cussed out clawing at the table feeling a knot in your tummy loosening, you came all over his fingers making a mess on the table. "Look at what a fucking mess you made, what a slut getting off with my fingers alone." He shoved his fingers down your mouth, onto your tongue,

"Lick it." You moaned softly to try and tease him, along with some sucking. "Ha, maybe I shouldn't have let you cum that easily." He flicked your clit making you yelp a little loudly.

The bulge in his pants was starting to become unbearable, but atleast it's time to actually have some intercourse. He undid his belt, slipping his pants off pulling you closer to him, sitting infront.

You became a tad bolder, holding onto his thigh and with the other hand you held onto his arm. "Sit still, pretty girl." he reprimanded,

He finally slipped his boxers down grabbing onto your ass lifting you up pressing your now dry saliva-ridden tits against his chest slightly with him holding his length, "Uhhm... Are you sure it's going inside of me?" You stared nervously at his length "Yes, and I'll make it fit if you're so worried about that." He spat on his hands, rubbing around it.

"Don't girls usually do that by sucking it?" You ask perplexed, "Mmh... They do, but I'm sure the both of us can't wait to start this fuckfest."

He chuckled again lowly, burrowing his head into the crook of your collarbone kissing it leaving a hickey as he blindly shoved it inside of your hole making your back arch, and tremble. His mouth travelled down again to your nipple, suckling on it and drawing circles around it with his tongue. He stuck his hand in place on your stomach feeling the bulge disappear and appear each thrust he does.

"Fuck—" low moans rolled off your tongue, "... Feels so good, Blade.." He sloppily thrusted inside, trying to find your g-spot, finally noticing you tighten arching your backing vigorously at one of the thrusts, thrusting again making you moan loudly.

"Shh. Do you want someone to hear us?" He shoved a finger in your mouth, spitting onto your tongue making you swallow it. "Such a whore, swallowing my spit so easily." He leaned in for another kiss, mixing saliva together once again sloppily thrusting rolling his tongue around with yours.

His thrusts got faster 'n deeper yet somehow still managed to hit your G-spot everytime, you threw your legs around him, and arms around his neck smashing your lips against him. "Fuck—I'm so close [ Y/N ]... He mumbled lowly with one of his hands travelling down to rub your clit furiously.

You creamed around his cock, liquids dripping down your thighs and his shaft furiously feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. You burrowed your head into his neck, messing his collar up and leaving small hickeys as you bit at him.

"Really what a whore, I can't believe you could've been like this with someone else." His words made you scoff slightly, "Neither can I." Grunts could be heard under his breathe and your moans getting louder and bolder till both of you came at the same time, white liquid filled your womb yet you still felt his length barely softening,

You tightened around him hard you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, "Mmh.. Not done yet." He whispered, blowing into your ear having reality settle into your very veins.

"Don't tell me you still have stamina..." You said in a tired tone. "I do, infact I still do have enough till morning." He laughed leaving another hickey on your collarbone, biting on it feeling proud of all the markings hes made on you.

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Light shined through the blinds, quite literally almost blinding you till you realized you have no idea where the fuck you are. You were in some weird house, in someones bed. You got up and noticed you were naked, hurriedly finding clothes to wear.

Till you noticed the closet was full of mens wear, yet you just grabbed whatever looked comfortable and strided out of that room... Which was probably Blades room. You noticed a mirror right when you stepped out, and saw hickeys everywhere on your collarbone and neck. "So it really wasn't a dream..."

"What wasn't a dream?" You saw him appear from the side holding a cup of coffee in different clothes for the first time. "Also you're wearing my clothes. They seem too big for you." He remarked, "Well obviously, I have no idea where the hell you threw my clothes off too and the tops buttons were torn off by you."

"Calm down you two, we don't wanna stir up trouble in this house, otherwise we'll be found out and chased out. Also stop with the love quarreling." Silverwolf sighed also in different clothes. "Okay why is everyone in different clothes for the first time? Am I going insane?" You rubbed your eyes.

"Now we may wear the same outfit for a long time but we definitely wear something else at night to sleep comfortably, thank you." She replied in an ’isn't it obvious?’ tone. Blade just leaned on the wall sipping the cup of coffee.

Silverwolf then seemed to remember something, hurriedly tip toeing over to you, "How was it?" She whispered in your ear. "What? How was what? I don't know what you're talking about." You flushed red running away to find the bathroom.

"The bathrooms the other way." He yelled loudly in an unfazed tone. "I KNEW THAT!!!" You screamed dashing the other way.

"Oh dear Blade... What exactly did you do to her?" "Nothing. Don't go thinking weird stuff about me now." He took another sip of his coffee before following in your tracks to also go to the ’bathroom.’

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greycaelum · 10 months

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Hi! Could you maybe make something protective Satoru-like? Maybe the reader is bothered by some drunken while coming back home?

Overall just angsty-fluff with comfort. Your style of writing is really to my liking and I've been thinking of taking a request for a while. I hope its not too much ❤️

Kaleidoscope Series—Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters: { Tipsy }

—Gojo Satoru X Sorcerer Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"You sure you don't need me to drive and pick you up later? It's a den full of wolves." Satoru crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe as he watch you wear the Jimmy Choo black pumps fitting your Friday night fashion for a girl's night out. "Satoru, baby. You don't know how to drive." You looked at him and sighed. "Y'know I don't need to drive, I can just whisk you away in a second back to bed!" He gasps dramatically and argued.

𑁍 Genre: mild angst to comfort, sfw (mild suggestive content)

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.3k)—/ alcohol, suggestive violence (not towards reader), the reader being bothered in the club—/

𑁍 A/N: Hi sweetheart, I hope you like this one. Drunk trope isn't my forte but it was fun writing this, better late than never —Grey,

Having a Gojo Satoru as a boyfriend means there's often a 6'3 giant lurking around you. Or if he's unavailable, undoubtedly one of his subordinates is tailing you in the shadows. It's a compromise you both reached knowing your lover has many enemies and it's for your protection too. Satoru won't take it kindly if ever something to you. He will lose it.

"Satoru, baby. You don't know how to drive." You looked at him and sighed.

"Y'know I don't need to drive, I can just whisk you away in a second back to bed!" He gasps dramatically and argued.

You giggled and threw your arms around Satoru's neck. Satoru won't have to admit it, but you have him wrapped around your finger.

"Call me when you wanna come home, 'kay?"

"Okayyy~"

That was the plan... Until Utahime started wailing about still having no prospects for marriage even at her age. Shoko is too busy having a drinking contest with herself and you... well, Satoru's lightweight tendencies must be rubbing on you. Just one glass of margarita and you can tell that you are already tipsy, two more shots and you knew that was enough for tonight.

"Mei-san can I leave the two of them to you? I'll go home, I'm feeling a little lightheaded."

"I don't mind. Should I call Gojo for you?"

"No need, I'll call him. See you around Mei-san."

You made your way through the bar. It's so loud with the full-blast speaker and people dancing on the stage, some are getting a little more frisky in the open.

Did Satoru also go through this kind as a teen? You know he doesn't drink but did he ever go to a bar too? Did he also make out with some random girls and do the deed? Did he also—?

The dark thoughts are suddenly attacking you from all directions.

"Hey Miss, you look so lonely, care to spend some time with me?" A tall guy approached you, just from his scent you could tell he was wasted.

"No, I'm on my way home. Don't bother me." You stumbled a little but managed to grab onto the nearest wall to support yourself. Damn, maybe you should've stayed home instead.

"Awee c'mon, going home?" hiccup "Your cat at home got no tuna or somethin'?"

Fuck, the liquor in your veins is starting to get dizzying.

"Her cat is actually a territorial one. Now, fuck off from my woman."

The familiar cool spicy scent overpowered the bitter taste of liquor surrounding you, your body collided with a hard chest and a hand over your shoulder guided you close to his side.

"Hey, hold on to me alright pretty girl? 'M gonna get us home in a second."

True to his words, you feel the ground melting from your feet and in a second landed back on the floor of your home. There's a faint aroma of the chicken noodles you love.

"Satoru..." A small whine like a child escaped your sealed lips. You don't have the energy to wash up or even take off your clothes. You just brought up your arms asking for a carry.

"Y'know, you're too spoiled." Satoru sighed and hugged you while your feet clumsily took off your black pumps and left them there.

Satoru watch his girl act like a baby, whiny and more needy than usual as he carried her to the sofa and brought the warm mug of noodle soup to her hands.

"I told you to call me. What if I didn't come?"

Satoru helps you take off your makeup and at the back, he's running the water in the tub for you. He wants to scold you but the sight of your hazy eyes and flush cheeks will only evoke something else other than anger in him.

"Liar..." You slurred. "You always come even if I don't call..."

It's the perks of having a sober man who is too protective to let you go in a den of wolves as he would often phrase it, and yet still supportive enough to let you go on a girl's night out.

You don't wanna get used to him being a superman in your life but he does show up at the split second before the pinch. And you can't help but be complacent at the thought Satoru will always be there to catch you. Selfish... You silently berated yourself and finished the second mug of soup.

You stared at Satoru who is now drying your hair after a quick bath you had. The thoughts from earlier came running back to you.

Satoru set down the blower and that's when you turn around and crawled between his legs, your noses hit as you took his glasses down and stare into his cerulean orbs.

"Babe... wanna get frisky with me?"

"B-Baby?" Satoru uncharacteristically stuttered at the sudden aggressiveness, but he easily recovered and look down at your plump lips that seems to invite him to take a bite.

"Uhmp!" You gasped and felt yourself being rolled into a burrito roll towards your side of the bed and Satoru patting your head before he drop a kiss on your forehead.

"Ask that question again when your sober, you drunkard." Satoru chuckled at your pout and frown.

"'m not a drunkard! Satoru you coward!" But no matter how you spite him Satoru merely shrugs and gently pats you to sleep.

He watches you murmur empty threats with that feisty mouth towards him while he hums and lets you tire yourself out with the liquor in your veins still making your thoughts fuzzy. He thinks you're really cute when you're drunk, and if he was a lesser man he doubts he'll have the strength not to rail you all night.

But Satoru doesn't like the thought of doing it when you're barely sober to give him decent permission. So he painfully stuffs a pillow between the two of you while you're rolled in the blanket as he shushes you to sleep.

The next day, you woke up almost rolling down the bed to free yourself from the blanket. Satoru was already downstairs. He looks at you with a knowing smirk as you approach him for a morning hug and kiss.

"Hey, ask me the question again, Baby." Satoru hugged you as if he could press you any closer to him when even a thread can't pass between the two of you.

You could feel the fast beating of his heart against your chest.

"... What question 'Toru?" You pat his back and look at him. Did you ask something weird last night?

"..." Satoru stopped swaying you and frowns before running his hand over his face.

"Eh? Did I do something while I'm drunk?" What's with his reaction? You tried going back to your memory but you can't remember anything more than him giving you chicken noodle soup.

"This is why I don't drink." Satoru huffs and pouts at you. You're hopeless when you're drunk. Satoru looks at your (his) clothes. His shirt looks oversized in your frame running down to your mid-thighs while your hair falls freely to your back, your legs are in his full view, plump and full to his touch while you wiggle your bare toes in the warm insulated flooring.

"Hey Baby... wanna get frisky with me?" He rasped, tipsy with you.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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intimacyequalsdeath · 7 months

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 9: Chop-Top Sawyer (Pumpkin Spice)

Almost to double digit days! This is also officially day two of the Pumpkin spice week which will make much more sense when I post the final masterlist so stay tuned!

Notes: Minors DNI, Porn with a smidge of plot. No pronouns or descriptions of reader used. NSFW. Not really anything to raunchy but it's also Chop-top so proceed at your own risk lol. Kinda off AU really the other thing I changed for story sake is Nubbins being alive. Short and spicy.

"Bobby your brother could walk in!" You screeched at him.

He gave a laugh that more so resembled a witch's cackle before wrapping his arms around and pulling you further down on his lap, subsequently shoving his cock further into your plush walls.

Cock warming was something you and Bobby did often, especially since he got back from Vietnam. It would help calm him down after particularly rough nightmares about his time in war and helped him to shut up after fighting with Drayton. Though you two never had dared to do it with the door unlocked when Nubbins could easily walk in at any moment.

If you didn't know any better you'd think Bobby lied to you that the door was locked just to get your pants off.

"C'mon mama relax! Nubbins ain't gonna come in here and even if he does I'm sure you'll be good and quiet" He breathed into your ear letting out another signature laugh. He jutted his hips sharply into you and continued to laugh at the squeal that was produced from your throat at the feeling of the tip of his cock brushing up against the sweet spot at the deepest point in side of you.

"Chop I swear I'll never you let you do this again if you don't quit it" You snapped at him, him and you both knowing you didn't actually mean it.

He brought a hand up to your chest and rubbed your nipple through your shit while sucking on the pulse point on the side of your neck. You threw your head back and groaned.

Your eyes widened when you heard the oldest Sawyer brother approach the outside of the bedroom door.

"Bobby! Goddamnit Boy are you in there?!" Drayton yelled.

"Better find a way to get him to git before he opens that door mama" Bobby snickered before reattaching his lips to your neck and giving another few random thrusts.

'Bobby I swear to god if you don't answer me right now you'll sleep out in the barn!" Drayton yelled again.

"He's Busy!" You screamed through a moan as Bobby began steadily thrusting back and forth in and out of you. You heard Drayton grumble something about sex crazed young people before he walked away from the door.

Bobby's hands gripped your hips, no doubt leaving figure shaped bruises, and slammed you continually into his girth. You turned your head pressing your face into the dirty mattress to suppress your moans hoping to save a little dignity with his brothers.

"Bobby on my bed again?!" A voice yelled as the door swung open, But Bobby's thrusts didn't stop on account of his brother.

"Godammit Nubbins get the hell out!" Bobby yelled panting from over exerting himself with his thrusts. You suddenly started loosing yourself, not caring that Nubbins was in the room as you began to push your ass back into Bobby to meet his thrusts.

You were chasing your own climax and didn't give a fuck whether Nubbins was in the room or not.

"Y-you also do it on my b-bed, you g-got your own!" Nubbins yelled again seemingly not caring himself that his brother was nearly splitting you open in front of him on his bed none the less. Bobby didn't answer that time focusing on bringing you to your high. You could feel his cock pulsate inside of you and knew he was close too.

The ecstasy washed over you at once, You could feel your walls clench around him while you came as you milked his cock of the creamy warm ropes that shot out into painting your walls white.

"Oh fuck baby" You moaned, Bobby's lips connected back to your neck and his thrusts became erratic trying to give you every last ounce of his cum.

When the world stopped being spotty and you were brought back to earth panting with a grin that matched Bobby's, You lips met as the two of you started to cool down. Only one thing brought the two of you out of your sexed out state. The click of a camera.

"Nubbins Goddamn you!"

And there went tonight's peace in the Sawyer house.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #Fictober #Halloween #texas chainsaw massacre #chop top x reader #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #the texas chainsaw massacre 2 #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2

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ghostlyloversworld · 30 days

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♡*♡∞:｡.｡ Pretty boy ｡.｡:∞♡*♡

Henry V(Hal) x Fem Reader!

Idea- Hal is not happy but his favorite girl helps him clam down

Side note- I love Timothee as Hal 😭 also happy Easter

Waring-use of Y/n! Kinda spicy but not a lot,

Song- my boo by Usher Ft. Alicia Keys

There's always that one person that will always have your heart you never see it coming cause you're blinded from the start.

Hal huffed angering being shown on his face after one of his trusted men had messed up almost making Henry seem like he didn't know what he was doing. "What do you want?" He sneered at a maid who looks down "nothing your majesty.. " she muttered terrified of His anger

"So why are you here" Hal said looking at her with that look of anger still being on his face but the maid knew not to look up ".. Im-im just trying to do my job you're majesty" she said softly "well do it somewhere else" his teeth grinding together with the pure anger he felt in the moment

Know that You're that One for me It's clear for everyone to see. Oh, baby, ooh ( Yeah, uh, uh, uh) (you gotta Rockaway to this one, c'mon) you will always be my boo.

He started to pace around the room. Holding his hand up to his mouth Hal didn't seem to notice his wife opening the door and walking in before gently shutting the door. She watched as Hal paces around the Room "Henry.. Hal" when she called out to him he stop pacing and looks at her "Y/n.." He said softly

His wife crosses her arms "what did you do to Ally.. The poor woman was so terrified of walking down the hallway" she said with a stern tone to her gentle voice he sighs "I didn't mean to.. It's just one of my men almost made a fool out of me.. " she sighs "I get that.. But don't take your anger out on her... She's done nothing to you"

See, I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh it's the only way we know how to rock. I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh it's the only way we know how to rock do you remember girl? I was the one who gave you your first kiss

Cause I remember girl, I was the one who said "put your lips like this" Even before all the fame and people screaming you're name Girl I was there when you were my baby

Y/n uncrossed her arms before walking over to Hal she gently puts her hands on his arm ".. Do you wanna sit down and talk about how it happened?" He takes a deep breath "please.. " he knew his wife would never sell out this personal information to the world to know. That was one of the reasons he even married the daughter of France

She walks him over to the desk. She sits on the edge of the disk as Hal sits in the chair ".. Just tell me when you're ready" she muttered. Hal looks at her with love "one of my most trusted men had almost made a fool of me when he almost said to much to someone. But I guess it made me mad.. Since I want to keep the crown" she gently rubbed his shoulders as she listened to him speak

It started when we were younger, you were mine (my boo). Now another brother's taken over. But it's still in your eyes (my boo), even though we used to argue, it's alright (my boo) I know we haven't seen each other in a while

Hal gently wrapped his arms around his wife's waist he looks at her before gently kissing her. What? He couldn't help himself it caught his wife off guard Making her giggle before she even kissed him back

Hal deepens the kiss as soon as he felt his wife kiss back. He gently pulled on her bottom lip making her gasp a little causing Hal to smirk against her lips Y/n slips one of her hands up and gently puts her hand on Hal's face

But you will always be my boo. I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo) , and I see it from time to time, I still feel like (my boo) and I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo) and even though there's another man who's in my life you will always be my boo

Hal gently lifted Y/n up making her wrapped her arms around him as they kept kissing. Hal pulled away and gently brings his face to her neck, he started to kiss her neck making her gently gasp at the feeling of his cold lips against her warm neck. She didn't hate the feeling but it made her feel weird

Yes. I remember boy 'Cause after we kissed, I could only think about your lips. Yes I remember boy the moment I knew you were the one I could spend my life with even before all the fame and everyone screaming your name. I was there and you were my baby

it started when we were younger you were mine (my boo) now, another brother's taken over, but its still in your eyes. (my boo). Even though we used to argue its alright, my (boo) I know we haven't seen each other in a while.

Hal's hand started to hitch up her dress making her close her eyes until she said softly "no Hal.. Not here at least.. Where everyone could walk in and see us" she giggles when he gently bites down on her neck

But you will always be my boo. I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo). And I see it from time to time, I still feel like (my boo) , and I can see it, no matter how I tried to hide (my boo)

Hal pulled away from her neck "mm.. You're no fun" he huffed "oh really?" She looks at him with that grin and she said teasing him "sleep by yourself tonight then" "no no.. I take it back" he said softly

And even death there's another man who's in my life, you will always be oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my boo. My oh, my oh, my oh, my boo. It started when we were younger, you were mine, (my boo)

Now, another bother' taking over, but it's still in your eyes, (my boo.) even though we used to argue it's alright, my babe, I know we haven't seen each other in a while. But you will always be my boo.

I don't know about y'all, but I know about us and uh it's the only way we know how to rock. It started when we were younger, my boo.

Taglist- none

#henry v x reader #the king #timothee chamalet #x female reader #x fem!reader #timothée chalamet #willy wonka #usher

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my-soupy-brain · 7 months

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LOVED the making out with jason blurb so much!!! the yearn is real, my friend. could i ask for more firsts with him? first fight, maybe? first time making up?

Absolutely! A little angst always leads to something spicy, right? I'm gonna see where this goes. So let's goooo!

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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader

Warnings: Angst + smut

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Your time out with Jason was always fun. Dinner and drinks, private most of the time.

So when he asked you to some bigger events, you were more than happy to join him. He was thrilled to show you off, show his friends and family how happy he was he found you.

He'd gone through some heartbreak. He'd made some mistakes. He was trying to put himself back together, and then you came alone.

Like a lost puzzle piece.

He laughed easily with you -- loved your bright smile and electric personality. Your sense of humor matched perfectly with his. And he loved the ease and comfort you found meeting people in his inner circle.

The dress you had on was new, hugging you in the right places. A tall pair of fall boots, your hair wild and free but styled and sexy. You were a sight for sore eyes after all his back-and-forth travel lately.

Walking into the event with him was a dream. You smiled up at him, he smiled up at you.

When you walked to the bar to get your drinks, his eyes lingered. Sure, he was a celebrity, but he's still amazed you wanted him. His confidence had been shaken a little in the past few years, and he wants to hang onto you for dear life.

Chatting with a friend, he looked over at the bar where you were waiting for your drinks.

And that bartender was gazing at you a little too much.

You threw your head back and laughed at something he said.

He kept mixing your drinks, smiling at you.

Jason was trying like hell to listen to the person talking to him. But he couldn't look away.

When the bartender put the drinks in front of you, he expected you to swing around and head back to him. But you didn't. You leaned on the bar and the bartender laughed.

And then you laughed.

And Jason's heart felt like it was shattering. You finally nodded and waved, grabbing your drinks and smiling as you headed back to him.

But his eyes left yours, and he went back to his conversation.

"Hey, babe, here's your drink," you offer, Jason taking it without saying much more than a mumbled, "Thanks."

His friend left the conversation and made their way around the room and you saw him take a hard sip.

"Hey, Jas, you OK?" you asked, touching his arm, which he shook off.

Uh-oh. What was going on?

"Fine," he said, taking another drink, not making eye contact.

"What's... what's going..."

Before you could finish, the bartender was in front of you.

"Another drink, sir?" he asked Jason, flashing a grin at you.

"Not from you, pal," Jason said, clenching and twisting his jaw as he answered.

"Jason...what..."

"I'm sorry, sir. Can I help you with something?"

Jason takes the last swig of his drink and sets it on the bartender's tray.

"No. You can help me by staying away from my girlfriend."

The bartender's eyes go wide, and he mumbles a sorry and takes the tray and empty drink back to the bar.

"Jason, what has gotten into you?" you ask, your eyes wide in shock. You've never seen him treat a server this way. Ever.

"Me? What about you? What the hell was that?" he asks, his voice lower now. "Flirting with the bartender? C'mon."

Your mouth drops open, and you cross your arms.

"Flirting. With. The. Bartender. Okay, I can't begin to tell you how wrong you are..."

Jason chuckles rudely. "You might think I'm wrong but I'm sure as hell not blind."

You're trying to keep your cool. You're partly hurt, partly mad, partly in shock...

"Jason, my God. I was not flirting. That guy knows someone I went to college with, and we were just..."

"You were just fielding your options. I get it."

"Sweetheart, no. No! God, no. First off, he's like 10 years younger than me. So no thank you. A BIG no thank you to that. But most importantly, I'm madly in love with you."

Jason's eyes dart back to yours.

You'd been together a little while, but the L word hadn't been uttered yet.

You nod and your eyes connect with his.

"You heard me."

He doesn't know what to say. He hasn't heard that word in...

"Love? You're in love with me?"

You smile and chuckle, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"You forgot a word there, Jas. Madly. I'm madly in love with you."

Jason blushes and pulls you to his chest, tilting your head up to look at him. "Madly."

You nod. "Madly. So are you done being mad?"

He chuckles and kisses your lips gently. "I'm done being mad, but not done being madly in love with you, too."

The bartender makes his way around the room again and tries to flash you a smile, which you ignore. Jason stars at him with daggers in his eyes.

"He was flirting with you though," Jason whispers in your ear. "And he's still trying."

"Barkin' up the wrong tree, that one," you joke, kissing his lips again. He laughs at that. He ropes his arms around you and holds you tight, leaning into your ear.

"You wanna get outta here?" he asks with a husky voice.

"Why? Don't you wanna stick around and hang with your friends?"

He shrugs a shoulder.

"I'd rather take you home."

You smirk and bite your lip, leaning into his ear.

"I'm game. I wanna show you how madly in love with you I am."

He grabs your hand and heads for the door, texting his friends on the way out that he needs to get home.

In the back of the town car, your lips don't separate, drinking each other in. His hands down your chest, under your dress, over your thighs. He tugs you over his lap and you squeak in surprise.

"Mine," he murmurs against your neck. "Mine."

Your body burns with desire, your hungry hands running through his hair, down his short beard, down his broad chest...

Luckily the town car pulls up outside his place and he rushes you out the door before you get in trouble for indecency. Once the door to his apartment closes, he's got you against the other side, a thigh hitched to his side.

"Mine," he repeats again, his lips and teeth working across the soft skin of your neck.

"Yours," you murmur in reply, breath coming in short. "Yours."

He takes you to the bedroom, and unzips your dress, sitting you on the bed to take off your boots. He kisses up your calves to your thighs, and then crawls over you on the bed. You love being caged by him like this.

Once he's over you, you coax him to his back, working his shirt off, and kissing and nipping down his chest, across his nipples, down his belly, your hands trailing after you.

"Mine," you whisper to his skin, and he watches you from above with wide eyes.

You kiss your way back up, hovering over his face, his lips hungry for your kiss.

"I would be some kind of fucking fool," you start, kissing his collarbone, his neck, "to want anyone but you."

Your hands work down his body, something he's self-conscious about even on his best days.

"You drive me absolutely wild with lust," you whisper, leading back to his lips. His big, warm hands are on your back, down the curve of your waist and hips. "And I'm so goddamn madly in love with you I physically ache."

He closes his eyes and savors your words. Your fingers drag down his body again.

"Fucking perfect," you say, your eyes starry with adoration. "These big hands that hold me, the way your forearms flex when you roll up your sleeves. This strong, broad chest, and this warm, masculine body... and this chest hair that makes me want to scream..."

He just watches you worship him. This is new to him. This praise. This adoration.

Your fingers work open the buckle of his belt, his cock hard behind his pants. When you unbutton and lower the zip, you slip your hand inside. His hips twitch as you touch him.

"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes out, watching you pull his jeans down, which he raises his hips to help you do.

You nibble his hips, his thighs. He's alert and standing at attention when you finally wrap your lips around him and he moves a hand into your hair as he watches you.

As you move against him, he whispers, "Mine," again. And it makes your core throb. When you pop off him with a wet sound, you look up at him. "Mine."

"Yours," he answers.

You crawl back up and he rolls you to your back, holding you, kissing you, your bodies tangled in the sheets together, his lips on your neck. When your bodies connect you both moan and smile, returning your lips together.

"Baby..." he breathes against your neck. "God, baby...you're it for me..."

You run your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders, your body reaching the edge of pleasure with each thrust. Sweet whispers and moans and noises of love fill the room.

When your body clenches around his, your head thrown back in pleasure, he smiles as he brings his lips to your neck, following behind you with a heavy moan and stuttering hips.

You let him lay in your arms, against your chest, your breath catching between you.

"Do you believe me?" he asks quietly. And you tilt your head to look at him.

"You're it for me."

You smile and kiss the top of his head.

"And you're it for me. Remember -- madly in love. Madly."

He hugs you closer, kissing your collarbone, neck, and then your lips.

"I just hated the idea of anyone looking at you the way I do, I guess," he murmurs. "I don't want to lose you."

Your fingers play with his hair and it makes him hum and relax.

"You won't lose me," you answer quietly. "I don't wanna lose you, you don't wanna lose me. There ain't a thing to lose. We're it, babe."

He looks at you and delivers a gentle kiss, rolling to his side and pulling you into his embrace. "Good, because you belong here. In my arms. And I belong here. With you in my arms."

"Damn right, babe."

#jason sudeikis x reader #jason sudeikis x you #jason sudeikis rpf #jason sudeikis smut #spicy!

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random-thot-generator · 4 months

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Dirty Little Secret + Pt. 6

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH x FEM READER

Summary: Fed up when the hot water goes out and short on funds to get it fixed, you suggest Aunt Rue offer something else as payment for the repairs.

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Suggestive sexual language, Bartering with sex, Meant as a joke, Taken seriously, Sexual overtures, Spicy situation, Johnny's Mr Fix-It, Reader owes him one, No use of Y/N

(Notes: This ran a little longer than the other chapters. What can I say? I love writing naughty Johnny. Startin' to get spicy! yay!)

Word Count: 3.1K

You were just a few minutes into your morning shower, working your shampoo into a thick lather, when the water seemed to drop in temperature. You had just enough time to pause and register the change right before it turned ice-cold.

Your screech brought Aunt Rue running, bursting through the bathroom door, hand clutched to her chest and eyes wide. "Christ on the cross, lass! What's wrong?!"

You stood outside the shower, shivering and dripping soap, an angry scowl on your face. "The bloody hot water went out again."

Rue sighed, both in relief and exasperation. "Bloody hell." She eyed the lather still in your hair and waved you forward. "C'mon, love. Let's get that shampoo outta your hair. Ya'll be diggin' at your head like a dog with fleas if we don't."

Throwing your bathrobe on, you followed your aunt downstairs, watching her fill a pot with water, adding the last of the hot water from the kettle to temper it.

"Hang your head over the sink, lass," she instructed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your aunt slowly pour the pot of tepid water over your head, turning it this way and that to get as thorough a rinse as possible. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. Grabbing the towel draped over your shoulders, you wrapped it in a loose turban around your head and straightened.

"We've got to get that bloody water heater fixed," you grumbled.

Rue clanged the pot down beside the sink, waving a hand in the air. "Add it t'the list," she groused back, clearly fed up. Slumping into her chair at the kitchen table, she dropped her chin, hand coming up to rub at her forehead. "Just one more bloody repair we don't have the quid t'fix."

You could understand her frustration. Since COVID, every spare pound she made had gone back into the bakery to keep it open and running, the house repairs taking a backseat. In the meantime, the cottage had continued to fall into disrepair, now to the point that there was more wrong with it than right.

Something had to give.

"Isn't there at least one handyman in that man harem of yours? Surely one of them would be willing to help out. You know, give a little to get a little?" you snarked, sounding meaner than you meant to.

Rue scoffed and shot you a bemused look. "I don't have a bloody harem, lass. Just because I still remember how to use what's between my legs, unlike some people, it doesn't mean I use it on every bloke in the village. Doesn't mean I use it to curry favors, either."

You made an apologetic face, sitting down across from her. "Sorry," you murmured, taking her hand. "I didn't mean for it to sound so catty. I just wish there was someone we knew who could fix things around here without charging us an arm and a leg for it. At this point, I'd be willing to give a little just to get that hot water heater fixed. I can live without a lot of things, but a hot shower isn't one of them."

Rue sniffed a laugh, then sighed. Her expression became thoughtful as she racked her brain for a solution. When something finally occurred to her, she quirked a brow at you. "Ya know, there might be someone I know..." A wry smirk appeared as she shrugged. "Though I doubt he'd be interested in bartering for what I could offer."

You gave her a sly little grin, patting her hand. "Don't sell yourself short, Aunt Rue. Those milkshakes still bring all the lads to your yard," you teased, shimmying your shoulders at her. You giggled as you stood, leaning down to peck her cheek. "Goin' t'go get ready for work. Be back in a few minutes."

Rue's smirk turned wicked as she watched you head back upstairs. "Not my milkshakes I'll be offerin', lass," she muttered to herself.

The sound of an electric saw shrieking outside the cottage early the following morning had you bolting up out of bed, wild-eyed, heart thrashing in your chest. "The bloody hell?!" you gasped, stumbling towards the window.

You peeked through the curtains, eyes darting back and forth to see who was making all the racket. Though you could see orange power cords snaking away from the house, sawhorses set up, boards laid across them, whoever was out there working wasn't in sight. Feeling an inkling of excitement, you hurried down the stairs, bare feet thumping on the risers.

You found Aunt Rue standing in the kitchen making breakfast sandwiches, scrambled eggs and sausages on toast. Plucking up a sausage, you took a bite, leaning against the counter, an eager little smile on your face.

"So, you found someone to do the repairs, then?" you asked, keen to know how she'd pulled it off.

She hummed in the affirmative, brows arching. "Yeah." She side-eyed you with a cheeky little smirk. "He was quite amenable to that 'bartering system' you suggested."

You nearly choked on your sausage, coughing out a laugh. "You're serious? He's working for—" You lowered your voice, eyes darting to the window. "He agreed to do the work for sex?" you whispered, giggling.

Rue hummed again, an enigmatic little smile quirking up the corners of her mouth. "That was the deal." She slanted a look your way. "What was it ya said again? 'Give a little to get a little'? Got me thinkin', so I gave him a ring. Once I explained the situation an' offered him the deal, he agreed to it. Wholeheartedly, I might add."

Your grin was sly as you nudged her shoulder with yours. "Aunt Rue, you little minx."

She shook her head, finishing the sandwiches and putting them on a plate. "I can't take credit for this, lass. It was your idea, after all."

She made a mug of black coffee, adding sugar to it before giving it a stir, that little smirk still on her face. "Mind takin' this out to him while I go shower?"

Your brows shot up. "Wait! The hot water's fixed?"

Her smirk turned into a full-on grin. "It is. That was the first thing he fixed when he got here. You did say that's what you wanted fixed, yeah?"

You huffed out a surprised laugh. "Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to be done so fast." You peered through the window, beyond curious to know who this mystery handyman was. Must be a randy bloke, to be sure. "Who is he? Have I met him before?"

Rue sniffed in amusement. "Ya have. Now, hurry an' take that out to him before it gets cold. Lad's been workin' since the crack o' dawn, bless him. Reckon he's eager to earn his pay."

You snorted an amused little laugh, shaking your head as you left the kitchen. Heading towards the back patio door, you schooled your face into a pleasant smile. No need to make things awkward by acting like a silly schoolgirl in front of the bloke, right? You'd pretend like you had no knowledge of the circumstances; that would be the adult thing to do.

But then your steps faltered when you saw an all too familiar black truck parked next to Rue's MG by the work shed. "No fuckin' way," you whispered, your smile dissolving. "No no no! Rue, what the hell have you done?" you muttered, steps quickening as you rushed outside.

Your eyes found Johnny standing at the sawhorses, his naked back to you as he measured a plank of wood. His faded jeans hung low on his hips, the heavy tool belt he wore dragging them down far enough to expose the twin dimples on his lower back, just above the teasing swell of his bum. Sweat sheened his upper torso, the skin gleaming across the bunched muscles of his neck and shoulders, beads of sweat glinting down the shallow valley of his spine.

Bloody hell, you thought, biting your bottom lip. "Johnny?"

He turned, eyes lighting up when he saw you. Tossing down his tape measure, he walked towards you, bare chest now on full display. The dark hair dusting his big pecs had bits of saw dust trapped in it. Your eyes followed the happy trail of dark hair down to the waist of his jeans, a rogue memory of what he looked like below his belt, what it felt like to have him brushing against your belly sending a flush of heat racing to both your cheeks and your core.

"Hey, bonnie. Tha' fer me?" he asked, nodding at the mug and plate you had forgotten you were still holding.

"What?" you asked, dazed, then blinked at him. "Oh, uh, yeah. Aunt Rue made it for you," you mumbled, holding it out to him, feeling flustered and overheated.

He grinned and took the plate and mug from your hands, tossing his chin towards his truck. "Come sit with me."

You trailed after him to his truck, perching on the lowered tailgate after he took a seat himself. You had the worst urge to brush away the saw dust caught on his chest, so knotted your fingers together in your lap.

"Aunt Rue said you've been here since dawn?"

He nodded, taking a huge bite out of one of the sandwiches, chewing with obvious relish. "Hm," he replied, chewing with gusto. Taking a sip of his coffee to wash it down, he wiped the back of his wrist over his mouth, shooting you a mischievous look. "Aye. Wanted t'get tha' water heater workin' first. Rue said ye were desperate fer a hot shower."

You didn't miss the way his eyes slid down your body as he said this. Suddenly aware that you were still dressed in nothing but your thin sleep tee and shorts, you crossed your arms over your chest. You hadn't even bothered putting on a bloody bra. Your face burned hot when you felt your nipples tighten.

"Um... yeah. Thanks for fixing it." Christ, you couldn't even look him in the eye. "I, uh, wanted to talk to you about what you and Aunt Rue agreed on. For— p-payment."

He arched up a brow as he took another bite of his sandwich. "Hm?" he hummed in query.

Clearing your throat, you tilted your chin up, narrowing your eyes slightly as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Just what did she offer you in payment?"

He took another drink of his coffee, smirking, shooting a wink at you over the rim. He swallowed then ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "She dinnae offer me anythin'. She did tell me what you had offered, though." His smirk turned lewd.

"And what did she say I offered?" you rasped out, voice strained and hoarse. Your mouth had suddenly gone as dry as a desert.

He sniffed out a quiet laugh, leaning into you to whisper, "She said ya tol' her ya'd be willin' t'give me a little somethin' to get the hot water fixed." His hand came up to graze a finger down your bare arm, his eyes fixated on the gooseflesh that erupted in its wake. "Couldnae say no t'an offer like tha'," he husked out, voice low and loaded with innuendo.

You squirmed, huffing in irritation, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched together. "So, you agreed to do all the repairs for what? Sex?"

He smirked. "Done worse fer less, bonnie. Ya shouldnae be so surprised. A deal like tha' 's hard t'turn down." He gave you a dirty, teasing grin. "She said ye were the one t'suggest it. Is tha' true?"

"W-Well, no... I mean, I did suggest it, but it was just a joke. I was talking about her, not me." Your eyes flickered over him. "And I had no idea she was going to ask you to do the repairs. I figured she'd get one of her blokes to do the work."

Johnny shook his head, pushing the plate and mug aside to slide closer to you. "She tol' me ye said ye'd be willin' to give a little t'get yer hot water fixed. Did ye say tha' or no', bonnie?"

You swallowed thickly, eyes locked on the scar on his scruffy chin. "I-I did," you admitted, voice quavering and breathy.

He hummed lowly, leaning in to whisper at your ear, "Job's done, hen. When can I collect my payment?"

Your lashes fluttered as your insides clenched, belly dropping with arousal. "But the job's not fuh-finished yet. You're still working."

He sniffed out another laugh, his hand landing on your knee, sliding it up to mid-thigh. "Tha's no' the deal, bonnie. I mean t'get paid fer each repair I finish." He tilted his head to graze his nose at your ear. "I drive a hard bargain, lass."

Your thighs squeezed together again of their own volition, trapping his fingers between them. "I n-never agreed to that," you whispered softly.

"No?" he queried, matching your tone. He nuzzled his nose into the spot behind your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin and making your shiver. "Tha's too bad."

Suddenly he was on his feet, brushing the saw dust from his chest. He pulled the T-shirt he had tucked into his tool belt out and pulled it over his head, pushing his arms through the short sleeves.

You blinked, gawking at him, still reeling from the sudden loss of his proximity. "Wuh-What are you doing?"

He unbuckled his tool belt and laid it on the tailgate beside you. Tilting his head, he smirked at you. "Well, I'll no' be workin' fer free, lass." He stepped up to you, planting his palms on either side of your hips. "I still expect ye t'pay up fer the water heater, though," he purred before stealing a quick kiss. He chuckled at your flummoxed expression and gave a playful smack to your thigh. "Up ye go, now, bonnie. Got t'get the truck loaded. Need to return all these tools I borrowed."

When you just sat there, gobsmacked, he shook his head, grinning, then shoved his hands under your arms and lifted you off of the tailgate. He stood you back on your feet with a peck to your nose before slamming the tailgate shut. He then turned and walked back to the sawhorses, unplugging the saw and wrapping its cord around it.

You scampered after him, watching as he set the boards off to the side, before collapsing one of the sawhorses. "You mean you're just going to leave?" you demanded, voice high-pitched and plaintive.

He shrugged, folding up the other sawhorse. He gathered both under one arm and then picked up the saw. "Well, if yer no' goin' t'honor the rest o' the bargain an' ye got no other means o' payment, I'd be a right numpty to keep workin', aye?"

You made a frustrated noise in the back of your throat, stomping up to him as he loaded the sawhorses into the back of his truck. "I never said I wouldn't honor the bargain, but—" You floundered for a moment. "It's— it's not fair to expect me to pay up for something I didn't agree to."

He leaned against the side of his truck, crossing his arms. Giving you a considering look, he sighed. "Tha's a fair point," he finally conceded. "Ye only made the offer fer the water heater. As fer the rest o' the work..." He shrugged. "If ye decide ye want t'renegotiate the terms, I'll be willin' to entertain yer offer."

"Entertain my offer?" You huffed, insulted that he would suggest he would have to think about it before agreeing. You tilted your chin up in defiance, glaring at him. "If my terms don't suit you, I'm sure some other bloke in the village will be more than happy to 'entertain' my offer," you snipped out, then spun on your heel to stomp away.

You only made it a few steps before his hands were on your arms, tugging you back against his chest with a grunt. "Careful, bonnie," he husked at your ear. "Ye dinnae want t'test me like tha'." He pressed his mouth against your ear. "I'm jus' as jealous o' you as ye are o' me."

You should have been offended, but damn, if his words didn't turn you on in the worst way. Still, you couldn't stop yourself from egging him on. "Huh. Think you own me, Johnny?"

He breathed a husky laugh. "I dinnae own ye, bonnie," he whispered, low and dark, "but yer mine, all the same." He dragged his nose up the column of your neck. "Jus' like I'm yers. Ya ken?"

You literally shuddered in his grasp, knees going a little wobbly. "Johnny..."

"Give me what I want, bonnie. 'S no' like ye dinnae ken what ye'll be gettin' in return, aye?" He pressed up against you and rutted his hips, letting you feel how hard he was. "I'll make ye feel so good, sweetheart. I promise."

The back patio door opened, Aunt Rue stepping out. Johnny's grip on your arms loosened, his hands sliding away as he took a step back. You had to lock your knees to keep your balance, swaying until you felt Johnny's hand at the small of your back to steady you.

"Packin' it in for the day, lad?" Rue asked, coming out to join the two of you.

Johnny smirked, casting a sly look your way. "Tha's up to her," he replied, nodding at you. "So, wha's it goin' t'be, bonnie?"

You drew in a shaky breath, trying your best not to look as wrecked as you felt. You could feel Aunt Rue's eyes boring into you, watching you like a hawk. Crossing your arms over your chest, you pursed your lips, eyeing Johnny up and down. "Finish your breakfast then get back to work."

The look he gave you had you soaking your knickers.

"Aye, bonnie. Yer the boss."

part 5 part 7

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hihihi i hope ur doing well!! i was hoping you could do armins reacton to his gf reading and writing fanfiction 🤍 ahh ilysm

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bf!Armin x fem!reader

Overview; Armin finds your latest fanfic work.

Content; fluff

Warnings; errr kinda MDNI? mentions reader writing smut and Armin reading it

Notes; teehee i'm giggling over this idea!! mwa ty and hope u enjoy 💕

You accidentally left your laptop open on the latest chapter of your current fanfic work, and Armin sat and ended up intently reading the whole thing.

"Okay, I'm back – NO DON'T READ THAT!" you grimaced when you entered your bedroom. "It's – it's – "

"It's so good, did you write this?" Armin looks at you, intrigued.

You almost don't know how to respond. "Um, yeah, that's my latest fic... this is embarrassing."

Armin chuckled softly, "No need to be embarrassed! I used to read fanfic when I was sixteen. I still do sometimes, if I come across something good."

"Have you ever written some?" you asked curiously, coming to sit with him.

"Nah, I've got zero creativity when it comes to writing. It's really admirable that you built something from nothing here, I mean, people seem to really like it."

You beam at him, feeling confidence swarm your chest. "Yeah! It's nice. There's some really lovely people here... the reception and engagement has been really good."

"Mmm... mind if I follow you?" he asks timidly. "I won't if you're not comfortable. I understand if you want to keep this as your secret, sacred thing."

"I mean... I don't mind... but... well, sometimes I do write – um, peculiar content?" you said awkwardly.

Armin burst out laughing. "Ah, c'mon, don't be ashamed! Smut is good."

"Well, in that case, you can read one particular work if you want... I'm kinda proud of it."

Armin's eyes lit up. "Sure." he said eagerly.

So you let him read one, just one, of your smuts. He went completely red and slid down the chair, covering his face.

"That was..." he gulped, shifting like he was getting hot.

"Spicy?" you laughed. "It's my most liked work."

"I can see why." he looks at you, eyes lingering for a moment. "It's really good..."

He gulped and tried to change topic, but couldn't. "Do you read a lot of smut?" he asked curiously. He really wanted to know.

"Well... yeah." you admitted, chuckling a little.

"That's nice..." he replied awkwardly, "Um, if you find something good, I wouldn't mind if you sent me the link. I'd love to read what you're into. I mean! Uh, you know, if that's not weird..."

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longbobmckenzie · 9 months

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Season 6 Volume XII Thoughts

Once again, Jamal getting salty was dumb. Stop it. It's OOC, he's not Hamish.

Who on earth wants to do a heartrate challenge FIRST THING IN THE MORNING?!?! This is one of the biggest problems with the season - they've packed so many challenges into it and so much random drama with Amelia/the LIs/Grace and Ozzy that they don't have any chill morning scenes. The morning episodes should be the ones where we get to know the other characters and have group chats, the afternoon should be challenges (other than heart rate), evenings should be recouplings and more group chats and sexy games. and going to bed with our LIs!!

How have I had more bedroom scenes with ELLIOT who I've never said BOO to than with Roberto?!

I couldn't let Elliot dance on me, sorry. I just am sick of having to turn him down

Okay, the heart rate challenge. THE WRITING WAS SO GOOD?!!! Like, this was the first few episodes all over again but make them spicy!! The characters had personality, bounced off each other, and the dances were so well written! AI doesn't do explicit stuff so they were forced to use a human writer and whaddaya know, you get one of the best episodes of the season

I will say though that I'm disappointed I couldn't dance on all the guys. The first dance was amazing, but almost everyone else danced on multiple people? And we had to use a gem scene? Which I used to dance on the same person again anyway and it wasn't even as good?

Also the dancing was spicier than the underwhelming sex scene after the recoupling, which cost 29 gems, was a little confusing, and was over in a couple lines. Make it make sense

Amelia and Toby are so fucking cringe and I cannot. Girl you just met him. You're Grace on day 1 all over again. He's not even that great

The pool scene with our LI after the challenge was very cute. Roberto talked about missing his family when he's away so much and how he wants to start one of his own 🥺

Also, the mental image of him mowing the lawn shirtless??? YES PLEASE!!

I think Roberto brought up the hot tub date on at least 3 separate occasions in this volume

It's disappointing (once again) that after almost a whole season, every chat with my LI is about the same stuff over and over again. The hot tub date. The Snog, Marry, Pie challenge. The heartrate challenge. C'mon, Fusebox. You can't really think we want this? I know you love your AI because it saves you money, but we shouldn't be able to tell. We want to learn new things about our LIs, get to actually know them, and instead every gem scene is almost a carbon copy of the last one

Happy for Ozzy girlies who finally get to couple with your man. And ripping Grace a new one was great too. I can't believe she picked him AGAIN though if MC doesn't?!?! Girl...

Roberto with a baby next week? Roberto with a baby next week. EEK!

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North Star Series

Chapter 29 ‐ Homecoming

Warnings: things get a little spicy, nothing graphic, Fred being Fred

Summary: Y/N and George are reunited after a long year apart.

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~•~

Eyes peeked out at her from the occasional dusty, darkened window only to disappear behind tightly closed curtains the moment she turned her gaze toward them. It was very unusual and very dangerous for someone to be walking here alone at night.

Unless she was one of them.

The return of Voldemort had sent most of Diagon Alley's proprietors into hiding. Only a few brave souls were left, and of those, only two had the nerve to blatantly thumb their noses in the Dark Lord's face.

The shop shone like a beacon of hope, drawing in droves of customers searching for a brief respite from the growing darkness. Y/N stood in the shadows for a while, watching as people bustled in and out of the busy joke shop. Most entered hunched over, their eyes darting in every direction. But when they came out, they stood taller, eyes sparkling and laughter falling from their lips.

~•~

She wasn't supposed to arrive for another two days, but her grandma gifted her a ticket for an earlier flight out.

However, rather than sending a letter alerting George of her early arrival, she decided to surprise him instead. Y/N waited until there were only a few remaining stragglers in the shop before making her way across the road, stopping just outside to watch George, his back to her, fiddling with a display. He, of course, had no idea she was there when she opened the door, little bells tinkling in her ears.

"Sorry friend, but we're closing up." George said, his back still turned. "We open tomorrow morning at ten."

"Well, if that's what you'd really prefer..." Y/N said, grinning from ear to ear.

George turned slowly to face her, eyes blinking in disbelief.

"Hi, honey," she grinned. "I'm home."

Y/N saw a blur of movement, and suddenly, she was lifted off her feet into a hug that took her breath away, followed by a kiss that turned her legs into jello and illicited a few whistles and applause from Fred and the remaining customers. She and George pulled apart, hands clasped, sheepish grins gracing their crimson faces.

Fred came down the stairs and engulfed Y/N in a hug. "Good to have you back, sis." Then turning to George, "Verity and me can take care of this rabble. Why don't you show Y/N around?"

George didn't have to be told twice. Grabbing her hand again, they bounced from one display to another. Y/N followed along in complete awe. Everywhere she turned, there was a new sight to behold. The shop was a magical wonderland that far exceeded anything she could've imagined. "This is so amazing!" Y/N marveled. "I'm so proud of you and Fred!"

George's eyes sparkled even brighter, and a wide grin spread across his face. "You haven't seen everything yet. I have a surprise for you," he said. "C'mon!"

Pulling her up the stairs and through a doorway that led to a long hallway, he gave her the whirlwind behind-the-scenes tour. "Here's the warehouse, and over there is where Fred and I work on new inventions," George explained before they stepped back out into the hall. "And this is our office," he said, leading her through an open door into a cramped room with two large desks facing each other piled high with paperwork. "It's a mess right now."

Y/N barely had time to register what he was saying before she found herself being whisked away to the next room. "This is your surprise," he winked and opened the door with a sweeping gesture. "Your lab, milady."

Y/N put a hand to heart. Shelves lined the walls, several cauldrons sitting in a neat row on one, with the rest empty, waiting to be filled with whatever she might need.

In the center of the room sat a large worktable and then a smaller one against the back wall, facing a huge window. "With everything going on, I didn't like the idea of you working alone somewhere else. And we had the room, so--what do you think?"

"Oh Georgie, this is perfect!" Y/N turned in a slow circle, taking everything in.

"You really like it?"

"I love it!" Y/N turned and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips that silenced all of his lingering doubts.

"Oh, and one more thing," he said a few moments later. He lifted a velvet cloth covering a muggle microscope. It wasn't just any microscope. It was a top of the line, bleeding edge, professional microscope. It was better than the one she used during her apprenticeship.

The floor suddenly shifted under her, and she had to sit down. Y/N knew how much these cost. She'd done her research and had already begun saving up for one. "This--how--I--when?" Words failed her as George knelt down next to her, grinning. "I did good, yeah?"

"Oh yeah--you did better than good, lovey, but--"

George placed a finger on her lips. "No buts. We can more than easily afford this. Okay?"

Y/N nodded, "Okay."

He chuckled at her dazed expression. "What do you say I show you around the apartment?"

Y/N blinked, "The apartment? I forgot about the apartment!"

George couldn't help but laugh. "C'mon, my silly girl," he said, pulling her up out of the chair.

~•~

The apartment was sparsely furnished. The living room held a sofa and a bean bag chair, and the kitchen only had a few chairs scattered around the long counter. "We haven't done much with the place yet." George said. Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand. She didn't mind. As long as they were together, she would've happily sat on the floor.

Their bedroom was a different story. The simple wooden bed sat under an open window. It was flanked on both sides by two small tables, while pillows of all shapes and sizes lay haphazardly along the top and a soft, downy comforter covered the rest of the unmade bed.

A chest of drawers stood in one corner, and a small dresser with a mirror sat across from the bed. But it was the long windowless wall that drew her attention. George had covered it with framed moving and non-moving photographs of the two of them, a few standing out more than the others. There was the first photo ever taken of them together while they celebrated Harry's survival in the first trial of the Triwizard Tournament, then there was the picture of her sickly self in her Yule Ball gown and next to it was the photo of the two of them smiling like a couple of lunatics on Valentines Day. Below that were the ones of them laughing with Ginny while dying Easter eggs at the Burrow, and the one Fred covertly took of them dancing in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Tears welled up in her eyes, thinking of the love and care he poured into putting it together.

"This‐‐it's so beautiful."

"I was missing you so much," George replied, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "And I wanted to do something that would make you feel a little closer to me."

"Did it help?"

"Some. Not as much as this," he mummered, trailing kisses down her neck.

"I can see how this is much, much better," Y/N had turned her head to meet his lips, both sighing into the kiss, when a large crash reverberated up from the shop, causing them both to jump.

George and Y/N pulled back a little, giggling. "Of course there'd be a catastrophe right about now," he said.

"You'd better go find out what happened." Y/N replied. "We'll have plenty of time for this later."

"Indeed," George grinned, giving her a quick peck on the lips before sprinting out of the apartment.

Y/N watched him disappear out the door before venturing into the kitchen to scrounge up some dinner. She had no doubts that the boys would be starved when they got back. And the sooner she got everybody fed, the sooner she and George could pick up where they left off.

Rummaging through the cabinets, she found two cans of beans, a can of mushroom soup, and an unopened box of spaghetti. Y/N prided herself on being a creative cook, but she wasn't that good.

Next up was the fridge, which contained a bottle of ketchup, a few butterbeers, a couple bottles of Coke, and some leftover Chinese food that was well on its way to becoming a science experiment. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

After tossing away the fuzzy remains, she turned her attention to the freezer.

Jackpot.

Two frozen pizzas.

~•~

An hour later, they sat at the kitchen counter, devouring the pizzas. "Wait," George looked up from the pile of pizza slices perched precariously on his plate. "How did you get here?"

"On an airplane--," Y/N replied slowly.

"No, I mean here. To Diagon Alley."

"Oh, that. I got in touch with Angie and she met me at the airport."

Fred's head shot up at the mention of Angelina's name. But George was so focused on Y/N that he failed to notice Fred's sudden rapt attention.

"Left most of my stuff there." Y/N said. "I'm gonna apparate over tomorrow and get it."

George narrowed his eyes at her. "You still haven't told me how you got to Diagon Alley."

Y/N sighed and put down the slice of pizza she was attempting to eat. She'd hoped he would've been too happy to see her to wonder about that particular bit.

"I apparated down the way a little and walked up here," she answered with a nonchalant shrug, hoping that would quell her boyfriend's curiosity.

"Down the--how far a away?"

"Ollivander's," she answered, pointedly avoiding his eyes.

At this revelation, both of the twin's mouths fell open. "What?!" They asked in unison.

"All that way?! Y/N, baby, do you have any idea how dangerous that was? To walk that far alone. At night." George implored.

"Kinda--"

"Did Angie know what you were going to do?!" Fred asked.

"Kinda--" Y/N looked from one twin to the other. "I told her I was apparating outside the shop. Which wasn't a lie, by the way. I just left out the part about where exactly outside."

George groaned. "There are Death Eaters everywhere! You could've been kidnapped or killed or--"

"But I wasn't," Y/N interrupted. "I didn't see anyone but a few scared people peeking out their windows at me. And I had my wand out the entire time." She paused, chewing on her lip as two sets of eyes bored into hers. "I just wanted to see everything for myself."

George and Fred glanced at each other, then back to her. "You could've waited, and I would've walked out with you." George said.

"Both of us would've," added Fred.

"Well, yeah. But I know how busy you are these days, and it was less than a two minute walk."

George rubbed his forehead. "This isn't the same place you remember, Y/N. It's barely safe to walk alone around here during the day." The younger twin paused, then added," Just promise me that you won't do something like that again? Please?"

Y/N took one of his hands in both of hers, giving it a kiss. "I'm sorry, love. I guess I didn't think things through properly. I promise I won't do it again."

Her boyfriend searched her eyes for a few long moments, then nodded to himself. "Ok, good," he said, then dug into his mountain of pizza.

~•~

After dinner was finished and cleaned up, Y/N and George were eager to call it a night.

"I reckoned you two would've already taken care of...preliminaries," Fred joked.

George and Y/N both cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Ok, ok. I get it," Fred laughed, throwing his hands in the air in a conciliatory gesture. "Go, then. Shoo." He waved them toward the bedroom.

The happy couple chuckled and turned to go. "Goodnight, Freddie." George said.

~•~

"Goodnight, my little lovebirds," Fred replied, "And don't forget to cast an EXTRA STRONG silencing spell," he added with a wink, causing a matching blush to bloom across the lovers' faces.

Next Chapter:

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