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emmaelix · 2 years

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MHA Boys + Men When You're on Your Period Headcanons

I'm on my period and my boyfriend is on a work trip. And so, I have turned to my magical and animated boyfriends. Slight Spy X Family spoilers, plus some really stupid Naruto references because I think Anime-ception is a thing.

And also I just started watching Spy X Family and holy cow! Why did no one recommend this to me sooner?

Boom Boom Boy: AKA Katsuki Bakugo

Let's get one thing straight. Mitsuki taught this boy well. He knows how everything down there works, and he knows how pads and tampons work. Hell, he even knows about period cups.

He does not, however, know how to use this knowledge in a public setting. His mother, also, did not have bad mood swings during her period. You, on the other hand...

"Damn you! What's wrong with you Loid?!" You yell as you throw the empty wrapper of your favorite candy. Suddenly tears start to flow down your cheeks. "He does care!"

Bakugo is standing there, watching you, trying to figure out what to do. Mina, or mom? Mina, or mom? As he stares at his phone he realizes Mina is probably the better option. "Hello?" Mina answers, surprisingly energetic for the late time.

"Help," is all Bakugo says. Twenty minutes later Mina is knocking on his apartment door, Jirou, Denki, and Kirishima in tow.

"I brought her favorites. Along with these," Mina says, allowing her three companions to step inside. Each held one to two shopping bags.

An hour later and Bakugo has been debriefed. He's as grumpy as you, but at least now he knows why. I mean, what man - actual father or not - lets his wife and daughter be treated like that? Shame on you, Loid Forger.

Mind Control Man: AKA Hitoshi Shinsou

Hitoshi, unlike Bakugo, is not the most well-versed in women. Or people in general, for that matter. He'll be supportive, but he'll be shit at it at first.

Mood swings? He thinks you hate him. Hormonal acne? He offers you a facial. Not wearing white? He tells you you look great in white. Not sitting down? He tells you, "Your feet'll get tired."

He's trying, though. He'll even ask Aizawa for help. I personally headcanon Aizawa keeps period stuff in his desk for the girls.

If you do tell Shinsou you're on your period he's going to be googling until three in the morning. He's going to help you out. He'll even get pads and tampons. By asking Aizawa.

"Here you go, Hitoshi," Aizawa says, handing Shinsou a small box of things. Denki, who was also in the room runs up.

"What was that?" He asks, looking at Shinsou's retreating frame. "I want one!"

Denki now keeps pads and tampons in his dorm room.

If you two stay together and have kids he'll definitely teach them about periods. Male or female, so his kids don't go through what he did when trying to figure out how to help.

Bird Brain: AKA Keigo Takami

Keigo's an adult man, he has female co-workers. He knows how periods work. He also knows how to be a little shit any day of the week, but when he forgets you're on your period and tries to do something annoying, let's just say he sleeps at the office for a while.

Picture the scene. You're watching Naruto in bed, eating a chocolate bar when Hawks comes in. You're on your period, and he would know that if he looked at the red dot on today's date on the calendar. But he doesn't, and that's where his problem arises.

Because you're about to lose what sanity you have left over anime, and Hawks wants to have fun. So as you're diligently watching your computer, cozy on your bed with your favorite blanket, Hawks decides what to do.

"Honey, I have a meeting. You need to come, and since it's Halloween soon it's a costume party. I'm going to dress up as my amazing self."

You knew the bull he was trying to pull. "I'll wear my devil costume," you say, walking over to your closet and pulling out a red and black body con dress, red heels, and horns.

While not comfortable, it was nice to see the bird brain dumbfounded for once as you pulled off your horns before walking into the room, stealing the eyes of all his male (and a few of his female) colleagues.

IcyThot on Thursdays: AKA Shoto Todoroki

Last, but if you say he's the least I'll throw you to Endeavor. Or the Dekusquad/Mina, whoever's closer. :)

This boy has had a very... traumatic life. Suffice it to say periods are not something Endeavor thought Wonder Boy needed to know about.

SHOoOoTOOOOooo

BUT, he has Mina, possibly Jirou, definitely Momo, and their respective boyfriends to turn to. And turn he does, a full 180º.

He's sweet, hot, and portable. The perfect ice/hot pack. There's a reason he's called IcyThot. Whoops, that's hot, isn't it?

Jokes aside, however, he also has his sister, who I'm sure was able to say something to him at some point. Maybe.

Anyway, he's gonna be cuddling you whenever you want. And tracking your cycle.

So that's my headcanons before I run back to my recluse din to work on the next fic. Until next time, my dear simpers, Au Revoir, Arrividerci, and Auf Wiedersehen.

#shoto x reader #bakugo x reader #my hero acedamia #mha #hawks x reader #fluff #hitoshi shinso x reader #katsuki bakugo #shoto todoroki #keigo takami #mha headcanons

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imyourrjoy · 10 months

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New teacher New Start

Summary : A new teachers first night on the town became more than she was expecting in many ways, then one

Warnings : implied smut,drinking ,age gap, chessey flirting on both ends,

Word count : 673

Pariring : teacher!reader x preoutbreak!joel miller

Next chaper (coming soon)

🍒Masterlist,series Masterlist

A/n: she's short and sweet and also the first part of a series I hope you enjoy. Also, I'm dyslexic so sorry if my spelling sucks 💋💋💋

I was excited yet nervous as I got ready for my first night out in my new town. I had just moved here a few weeks ago, and I was ready to explore the nightlife. My friend had recommended a popular bar downtown, so I decided to give it a try.

As I walked into the bar, I was immediately struck by the lively atmosphere. The music was booming, and the chatter of the patrons filled the air. I took a deep breath and made my way to the bar.

I ordered a drink and took a seat at a nearby table. As I sipped my drink, I couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. Everyone seemed to know each other, and I was the new girl in town. But I reminded myself that everyone had to start somewhere, and I was determined to make the most of my night out.

After a few minutes of sitting alone at the bar drawing in my thoughts, a man took a seat next to me. He was older and handsome, and his eyes were so magical. “You all alone,” he asked, taking a sip of his whiskey. I smiled “Yeah, it's my first time here”. He turned to see me “Where ya from” he was a Texan “not Texas” I joked. As the night continued, we continued talking. He was a contractor and a big flirt. He was also buff; everything was certainly bigger in Texas. In many ways

Time skip

I woke up the the alarm on my phone blaring me out of my slumber I want in my room i was in a strangers and I was naked too; note to self stop at one drink I got up and hurried around the room finding my discarded clothing but for God sake I couldn't find my shirt until it hit me he ripped it off I looked at the man asleep he had a glow to him I didn't want to wake him so I grabbed the gray Flannel he was wearing the night before and grabbed my purse walking the walk of shame to my cab.

I didn't feel clean until I showed. I can't believe I just did that, but I was lucky my alarm woke me and not him. I wasn't ready for that at all

But all of those thoughts went away when I walked into my first classroom. I didn't have much up yet, just the agenda,a decent looking Corq bored, and the chairs all set out. I was thinking of buying some fake plants and things for my class, but for now, this would do. I wrote in red marker 'welcome parents and students to ms.l/n history class'. I drew some fun stars and things around it, giving it some light. I'm not expecting many parents, but I set out water and candy. I'm so nervous on my first back to school night as a teacher.

I so far have see 8 sets of parents some nice and and old ball of very conserving parents let's say but the night was coming to a close I was getting ready to erase my bored when I heard a knock on my door I turned around and saw a girl with a lovely smile and then I saw what I'm assuming is her dad a minute later the same man who ripped off my shirt and picked me up at a bar. My face lost color, but when the girl spoke, I shook it away.

"HI sorry I was lost in thought what's your name we can go sit at my desk and have some candy as me and mr" I waited for his last name as we made eye contact for the first time since that night,"miller" I spoke again "while me and your father talk ok" the girl nodded and walked to my desk and immediately opened a chocolate I gestured for him to do the same.

It was awkward.

A/n : Feedback is appreciated I love you

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dhimanfoods · 2 months

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sipevo9694 · 1 year

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chocoshroomsbars · 2 years

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megacartsstore · 2 years

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artemistsukiko · 2 years

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Sun 4/3/22

Burger with mayo, ketchup, lettuce, American, pickles, tomato

Meds & supplements - digestive enzymes, moody bird, multivitamin, sertraline

The rest of that Coke

Pork bánh mì with carrot, daikon, & cucumber

Matcha tiramisu

Passion fruit green tea with fruit jelly

Tick Tick Boom movie, Youtube, cuddles, online window shopping for shoes

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Mon 4/4/22

~3oz leftover bubble tea

Luna nuts & chocolate bar, 2 rectangles Hershey's almond chocolate

1.5 Thai summer rolls - lettuce, pork, cucumbers, vermicelli noodles, peanut sauce

Meds & supplements - adaptogenic mushrooms, digestive enzymes, magnesium, moody bird, multivitamin, rhodiola, sertraline, shatavari, veggie omega

2 cans Coke

1 slice each of marble & butter pound cake

Questionable amount of Doritos

Back stretches, set up interview, sorted through shoes and boots, picked out clothes for interview and wedding, messaged Stacey, watched Old Enough, started Kotaro Lives Alone, try not to cry, tear up on and off for 7 episodes, cry like 3x

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Tues 4/5/22

Blueberry Luna bar, less questionable amount of Doritos, 75% pt Fiji water

Large fries

Meds & supplements - digestive enzymes, moody bird, multivitamin, sertraline

Big Mac, ⅔ large Coke

Pistachio flying saucer

Mcchicken

Finished KLA, cried, watched Dead Files special, looked up interview/new job magic, tarot reading, start to brush up on chem stuff, start analyzing tarot reading

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Wed 4/6/22

Plain bagel with butter & oreo cream cheese, digestive enzymes cap

1 can Coke

¾ Sandwich Yoel made - multigrain bread, spinach, chickpeas, avocado, lime juice

Meds & supplements - digestive enzymes, moody bird, multivitamin, sertraline

3/4 pt Fiji water

Leftover Big Mac

Pistachio flying saucer, digestive enzymes cap

Saw Yoel, made an account with Cash App

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Thurs 4/7/22

Half a plain bagel with chicken salad

Passion fruit green tea with honey

1 can Coke

Chickpea pasta with alfredo, peas, chicken, & lemon

Meds & supplements - digestive enzymes, moody bird, multivitamin, sertraline, magnesium glycinate

Mashed potatoes with peas

¼ pt Fiji water, 2 yodels

¾ 12oz Coke

Leftover cheeseburger from McDonald's

Interview, cooked dinner, watched Masked Singer, change shower curtain to a spring one, 10 squats, continued Uramichi Onii-san, remembered to take my makeup off

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Fri 4/8/22

2 yodels

Godiva chocolate truffle

Raisin bagel with butter & chocolate cream cheese

Meds & supplements - digestive enzymes, moody bird, multivitamin, sertraline

2 pork rinds

12oz Coke

Egg sandwich- ~1.5 eggs, almond milk, pinch sugar, American cheese, wheat bread

1 pt Fiji water

Read Love is an Illusion manhwa, vacuumed, started washing blankets, took Christmas clings off the mirror finally and washed it, scrub the shower a little, bath

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Sat 4/9/22

Half cup coffee with hazelnut creamer

¾ 12oz Coke

Bacon & veggie crepe

Meds & supplements - digestive enzymes, moody bird, multivitamin, sertraline

Nutella fruit crepe

Guava bubble tea

Walked around Brooklyn Botanical Garden, took photos, got crepes, rewatched KLA, 👀

#april 2022

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midnightelite · 3 years

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Graphic made by the wonderful @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world, my week one submission! Also, thanks for beta-ing magic!! <3

Chocolate Bar

Rating: T

Summary: A cute moment following quidditch practice.

Read on AO3 here or below the cut!

The clouds were a cold gray, typical of Scotland this time of year. Lily and Marlene were on their way back to the castle, after Marlene’s first practice as Gryffindor Quidditch captain. The green of the grass seemed brighter amongst the gray backdrop, and she couldn’t help but think it added to the magic of Hogwarts.

“Evans!” His honeyed voice called out from behind her. Lily bid farewell to her friend and waited for James to catch up to her. “You came to practice?” He sounded a bit winded by the time he reached her, his messy black hair sticking up in all directions from his time in the air.

“It wasn’t too cold, figured Marlene would enjoy the support. Dork and I are trying to come more now that she’s captain.” She continued walking toward the castle, James falling into step beside her.

“Is that the only reason you came?” His voice went up in tone at the end, obviously trying to see if he was part of the reason in her decision to don her scarf and sweater, and set up shop in the stands at the late, late hour of seven-thirty on a Sunday morning. Let’s just say, Lily was not a morning person.

“Well, I heard whispers from the other girls that there was this attractive bloke who was captain before being appointed head boy, now he’s the star chaser. So strange though, I didn’t see anyone who fit the description.”

James put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Well if that’s how you feel then I guess I’ll just-” He motioned his hand forward and lengthened his strides.

He quickly pulled ahead, Lily reached out, grabbing his hand before he could get too much of a lead. “No. James, wait. Maybe there is...one person that sort of fits that description.” She tugged on his hand and closed the distance between them. Looking up at him, she smiled as sweetly as could, and James leaned down, his nose brushing against hers. Lily tilted her head, her lips gently brushing against his. “Sirius looked quite fit, but he’s never been captain, and—to my knowledge—he’s not head boy.”

“I hate you.” He straightened back to his full height and his eyebrows drew together, trying to drive the point home.

“No, you don’t.” She replied cheekily.

“I really, really do,” James insisted.

“I happen to remember a certain person claiming the exact opposite the other night.” She raised her eyebrow in challenge, knowing he’d have to either agree with her or claim he didn’t love her. James would do a lot of things, but he’d never say he didn’t love her.

She could see him trying to find a way to win. She could see it written in the scrunch of his brow. Saw it in his eyes as he went through different solutions. She could see the gears turning in his head. James’ competitiveness—never aggressive, just enough to have grit—and his creative problem solving were some of his most attractive qualities.

“You play dirty, Evans.” He must have finally settled on what she already knew. There was no way out of this. Thunder crackled ominously above them, but neither of them moved. Their gazes locked. “As if you wouldn’t do the same in the reverse.” A smile finally broke out across James’ lips; it lit up his whole face. Lily’s heart sped up at the sight, her own matching grin blooming into existence.

James had a way of making the world seem brighter. His presence energized his surroundings, and you could feel it rolling off him in waves. Lily took two steps forward, shrinking the space between them. She wound her arms around his neck, and his came to rest on her lower back. “You killed it at practice James, and your kit makes your arse look fantastic.”

A sudden burst of laughter boomed from the boy. It seemed to fill the open space around them, and it had Lily’s smile growing impossibly wider. “I love you, James.” Her voice was soft, a contrast to his boisterous tone.

“I love you, Lily.” Another boom from the incoming storm. She rolled onto the balls of her feet, her chest brushing up against his. James met her halfway, their lips brushing against each other before they connected more firmly. It was a push and pull, a dance they innately knew. Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently at his wild locks. James’ hands wandered, brushing along her side, the tip of his thumb grazing the underside of her breast, fanning out across her abdomen.

The sky opened up, rain pouring down on the pair. Though, neither seemed to care, their bodies moving so there was no space between them, their chests flush against one another, their combined warmth helping to keep the chill at bay.

Lily broke the embrace, her hair pasted flat to her head. James tucked some behind her ear, his thumb gently ghosting across her cheekbone. She looked up at him through her lashes, his eyes the slightest bit dazed.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The sudden noise made her jump before Lily registered it came from the person in front of her.

“Like what?” She didn’t look like she was looking at him in any way in particular. Just looking. Taking him in as best she could.

“Like I’m a bar of chocolate you want to take a bite of. It’s cruel.” A bit of laughter was laced in James’ tone. Oh. She felt heat in her cheeks, and she hoped she wasn’t outwardly turning into a tomato.

“I thought you’d appreciate it,” Lily dropped her voice low, and dipped her chin the slightest bit, exaggerating the sultry look.

“I’d appreciate it a lot more if we were somewhere a bit more private.”

“I think that could be arranged.”

Following that, the pair could be seen hurrying across the grounds, hands laced together as they darted through the storm. A trail of water followed them down the halls, through the common room, disappearing into the heads dorm where the head girl and Gryffindor’s star chaser had not been seen since.

#jily #jilytober #jilytober 2021 #magic's weekly prompts #fall fluff #marauders era #canon compliant #there is no prompt #only banter #mel writes #writing

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Not to be greedy but uhh is there a possible smutty part 2 of that Jealous!Frankie piece? 👀👀👀

Ask and you shall receive 😌

Part 1 HERE

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"Now," it wasn't like Frankie to be in this kind of mood. But he took your hand in his, grip firm but gentle, as he led you towards the bathroom of the dingy bar. You bit your lip in excitement as a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine..

He was silent as he pushed open the door to single bathroom, quick to lock it behind to ensure there would be no interruptions to your sudden little rendezvous.

"Frankie," his name fell of your lips, but before you could say anything else, he was kissing you fiercely, passionate and with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before. You were practically a puddle in his arms as a soft moan spilled from your mouth into his.

His large hands were roaming all over your body, giving your bum a firm squeeze before sliding under your shirt and working their up to your breasts.

A small gasp of your surprise left your lips as you pulled back to study him. His chocolate eyes were almost black, and there was an almost hungry look in them. You'd be lying if you said you weren't turned on, feeling the heat pooling low in your belly.

"Francisco," he almost growled at the way his name sounded as you almost pleaded with him. His hands found purchase on your waist and he swiftly hoisted you onto the cool tile of the counter, your back pressed against the mirror.

"Say it," he whispered softly, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck as you wrapped your legs around his middle and held him as tightly as possibly against you..

"I'm your girl," you wrapped, running a hand through his dark locks. He moaned against your skin, nipping at the delicate flesh of your neck, "yours and only yours."

"That's right," he murmured, his hands going to the waistband of your jeans. But he stopped before he did anything else, his eyes catching yours to make sure he had permission to continue on. You nodded eagerly, but not before capturing his lips in a hungry, bruising kiss.

"Show me," you teased, knowing it would get him riled up, "show me I'm yours."

He hooked his fingers through the beltloops of your jeans, and pulled you of the counter before swiftly undoing your button and pulling the zipper down.

Frankie smirked for a moment before pushing your jeans down your legs, pausing to reach inside your damp panties to run his fingers through your folds.

"Look at you, Honey Bee," he said as you made a small sound of delight at his touch. At this rate it wouldn't take much for you to come completely undone, "so wet, and all mine."

"Always," you promised, taking a hand and palming his arousal through his jeans, causing him to make a sound in the back of his throat. He kissed you before yanking your ruined panties down and letting them join your jeans before flipping you around so you were facing the mirror. The look in your own eyes was wide and wild as Frankie stood behind you. You tried to rub against him, telling him how badly you need him as he undid his own jeans and boxers and pulled them down.

One of his hands snaked around to your front as he touched you, rubbing your clit before running his fingers through your folds and insering two of them into you. You clung onto the counter so hard your knuckles were turning white as you tried not to cum over his fingers immediately.

Looking back you saw him stroking his hard clock with his other hand and you almost lost it at the sight. Fuck. This man was like no other.

"Frankie," you cooed at him, behind you and pulling him closer to you, "please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," you whined as he curled his fingers just right and hit that magic spot inside you.

"Anything for my Honey Bee," he whispered in your ear before pulling his fingers out of you and lining himself up at your entrance. You both moaned, loudly and without any shame as he slowly sheathed himself in you.

Once he was fully inside, he bought his hand up and cupped your chin, pulling your face up so you met his gaze in the mirror, "you're going to watch me fuck you, Honey Bee. You are mine, and I am yours."

"You are mine and I am yours," you repeated as he kissed your neck before carrying them down to your shoulders.

You reached behind and gently scratched at his scalp, wanting to keep him as close as possible. He started to move, starting to snap his hips slowly to give you time to adjust to him. Turning your head to kiss him, you pressed your lips softly.

Before the moment got too sweet, he gripped your hips tightly before picking up the pace. You practically melted into his arms as you watched him fuck you senseless.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, but every time you even attempted to close them, he reached over and held your face, making you watch him. It was undeniably one of the hottest moments you'd experienced, despite it being a quick, sloppy fuck in the old bathroom of a dirty bar.

"You feel so good," he said breathlessly in between thrusts as your mouth feel open into a small o, "perfect. You were made for me."

"I love you," you said as your held onto the counter as he kept up his brutal pace, "you, only you."

"I love you," he promised as he buried his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His hips still for a moment and you felt his cock twitch within you, "'m not gonna last."

"Its okay," you felt your walls start to clench around him, "me neither. Cum with me."

His response was wordless, but gave you a few last, hard thrusts before stilling in you as he came, with you quickly following behind. His chest was rising and rapidly as he held you in his arms, murmuring soft praises in your ear.

"Frankie," his name was soft as you came down from your high, catching his eye in the mirror before the two of you broke into giggles, "that was..."

"Good?" he teased as you nodded, "I don't know what came over me..."

"Its okay, mi amor," you grinned at him, gently tugging at his dark curls, "that was hot. Maybe we should-"

A loud banging at the door interrupted you as a booming voice told you to hurry up. You started laughing but Frankie put a finger to his lips to shush you before calling back to the man.

"Guess we've been caught!"

"Yeah and what are they gonna do?" he snorted as he pulled out of you and started to help you clean up, "throw us out?"

"True," you agreed as you captured his lips in a soft kiss, "continue at home?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth," he grinned at you, "come on, Honey Bee, let's go home."

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room-on-broom · 2 years

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Clippers and Pins: Chapter three

Boom! Final part baby!!

Following the events of The Hair Witch Project, Miss Drill took some drastic action to get rid of the bubble gum. A few months later she and her Secret girlfriend Miss Hardbroom might regret it.

The Worst Witch 98 itv series. HBDrill. Rated T, drama romance Humour, secret relationship, secret relationship that is not really a secret, accidental/forced outing.

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“She kept that quiet!” Imogen blinked, surprised.

“That's about the only thing she did keep quiet.” Constance's scowled, even if it was still her turn to look very confused.

“Better than you two did.” Amelia grumbled.

“Headmistress-!”

The headmistress ignored her deputy, and reached over to pat Imogen on the shoulder.

“Imogen, dear if I was against any aspect of whatever it is you two have going on, don’t you think I would have- I don’t know- nipped it in the bud? Not that it would have been my place too. but I could have confronted you anytime.”

“That's not as comforting as I think you were trying to be, Miss Cackle.” Imogen frowned. “And Why didn’t you then?”

“I didn’t want to.” Amelia said plainly.

“And as for keeping secrets, I was waiting for one or both of you to tell me when you were good and ready. I didn’t wish to tread on anyone's toes.Aside from that silly row over a haircut, most of your tiffs are about schooling.” She continued, topping up all their tea cups. “Because you are, (even if you will drive me mad when you’re arguing!), both very dedicated teachers. You keep your work lives and living arrangements separate very well. And behave most professionally. I felt there was no need to intervene.”

“Well I wasn’t ready.” Constance said. With, on that last syllable, a very poisonous glare at the chanting mistress.

“I didn’t realise it wasn’t a ‘big deal’. Especially for you.” Lavinia squeaked. and visibly flinched when ‘The Glare’ tm got worse. But she did not go running to the cupboard. Much to Constance’s annoyance. She’d hated when Miss Bat had done that but it would have been most useful right now.

“Leave Lavina alone. That was on me. I shouldn’t have teased you both, under the circumstances. Or make you ‘come out’ as it were. For that I am sorry.” Miss Cackle said sincerely. Constance didn’t stop scowling, but wordlessly accepted the apology. And stopped glaring quite so hard.

“If it helps, I knew you were together? and you are.” Lavina said, putting her foot squarely back in. “I can’t be the only one who thought so? So, in a way maybe the universe was telling you to be ready after all?”

“No, it does not help, Lavina!” Constance snapped. “What absolute tosh-!”

“Neither of us were ready.” Imogen agreed. Then explained. “I- I haven’t told my family I’m seeing someone, let alone a woman. and a witch. and I’m that I’m bisexual. I mean I’m sure they already ‘know’. About me I mean not magic. but I’m only out to you three and a couple of friends. And yes, I KNOW the ones who really matter will be the ones who are fine with it. but still. and Constance well…”

Constance adeptly refused to elaborate. Why should she? Instead she just sulked in Lavinia’s direction again, pursing her lips tight.

“I was only trying to make conversation and get to know you both better.” Lavina said apologetically. “Some nice conversation wasn’t just talking shop. Or school as the case maybe. I didn’t mean to-! Oops!” She’d span her fingers and rather excessive and unnecessary amounts of tissues, chocolate, blankets, cuddly toys and other comfort items suddenly dropped onto the end of the table in her nervousness. Amelia only just moved her cup and saucer in time.

“But how did you know? We’d both been really careful.” Imogen pressed.

“how?” Amelia said, claiming a freddo bar. “you mean aside from the adoring glances between you, the awful pining and the way Constance looks at you like you’ve hung the stars?”

“That's not funny Miss Cackle.” Constance huffed.

“Whose joking?”

“I just did? I mean I didn’t know straight away.” Lavina shrugged, cuddling a teddy-cat on her lap. “Then again no offence; but in regards to being careful, you’re both very bad at that.”

Constance stood up sharpish at that. So fast, the chair very nearly tipped up. “What do you mean?!”

Lavina didn’t flinch that time. Just looked up at her as if she was being exceedingly thick.

“Imogen’s hair?” she said. Then turned to Imogen.“You’re wearing one of Constance’s bobby pins. That's a dead give-away for one.”

“How did you know it was mine?” Constance squarked.

“Oh, for good witches’ sake-!” Lavina sighed, giving up.

“Will you get off the defensive?” Amelia implored.

“these?” Imogen interrupted. She’d removed one grip and held it out to look at it. in the light it looked Blonde. But as she held it away from her it fizzed to plain dull silver, a reverse of what it did when she’d put them in her hair this morning. “This was your big clue?!”

“One of many clues. Well, anyway they’re colour charmed for one. And it’s lasting for another.” Lavina said and explained. As Imogen passed the offending item to Constance it glitched and flickered again, and changed again this time to a default Dark dark brown. “Too nicely done to be from one of the students. Those spells are normally temporary or start fading very quickly, even at Fourth Year level. And with multiple colours which is very tricky! I know your DOB girls are clever, but subtle isn’t their strongest suit. if they’d gifted you hair clips and pins, they would be oh i don’t know, a bright glittery green? Or striped neon orange.”

“or bubble gum pink.” Constance muttered under her breath. Imogen briefly looked mutinous at her and snatched her hand away, causing the pin to plink onto the table top.

Lavina continued, counting off her fingers “So you were given them by someone who likes you enough to help fix the problem you were having of not being able to get a haircut keeping your fringe out of your eyes? From a witch seeing as they’re magic. But from an adult. An adult witch. a rather skilled one at that. Possibly Someone with dark hair too? So it wasn’t me or Miss Cackle, no offence Headmistress. That narrows it down a bit doesn’t it?” She was looking directly at Constance as she finished. Constance blushed but bristled.

“None taken. I doubt even Imogen was born when Agatha and I started going grey; never mind any of our students.” Amelia shrugged and added. “Plus, there's a returning spell on those hair pins.”

“Which very very much like the one you Constance, use on all your red pens. the magic signature could hardly be anyone else's.” Lavina agreed. She waved her hand and a dull orange hazy halo radiated from the bobby pins for a moment. And from Constance’s little desk by the door. “See?”

“I’ve been walking around wearing these going off like a magic beacon?!” Imogen said, disbelieving. “Why not have a sign painted on my back while I’m at it-!”

“I doubt the girls will have picked up on it.” Amelia assured her. “They're too young for that. Besides, Constance’s magic is so strong anyway,even just around the castle. the pins are almost invisible against it when you’re together.”

“I didn’t realise it was noticeable!” Constance admitted in a grumble. As if on cue the hair pin ‘melted’ into a puddle of light and vanished. Constance huffed Folding her arms. “It just saved them from getting everywhere.”

“I thought you were just picking them up after me.” Imogen frowned.

“I was. I don’t like losing things and then finding them scattered about!” Constance snapped. "You know I don't! And it wasn’t just you, hairpins are the worst. Hence the spell! I can never keep track otherwise.”

Imogen frowned back up at her. But Held her gaze a moment too long. And then her serious face broke into a Not quite a smirk, fighting not to laugh. and Looking quite sweetly at her too. Soppy even. Constance struggled with her composure too, choosing to turn and glare at Amelia.

Amelia Finally took the hint; sighed and got up from her seat.

“Miss Crotchet, might I have a word? Now? In my office or in the court yard perhaps.”

“yes, certainly headmistress.” Lavinia said just as eager to leave, along with the teddy cat, grabbed her cup and saucer to go. “Please, do. Anywhere that is not in here.”

Amelia followed her out. well made it half way then Doubled back to pick up the rest of her sandwich and mug of tea. then followed her out,

“I’ll leave you two to sort this out. Don’t be late for dinner.”

The door swung shut behind them. there was a beat. Then Constance sat heavily down next to her love, her knees still protesting at being on the floor earlier with no cushioning.

“well-!” Imogen started. She’d scooted her chair closer, and swivelled sitting sideways in the seat to face her. But then couldn’t continue feeling quite silly, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. “‘F’ in hell. Heck.” She managed in a laugh, still curbing her language while alone together. Old habits.

Constance met her eye and shrugged, shaking her head; still in shock herself. then again, her elbows on the table and put her head in her hands.

Well hand. Imogen took one in hers, gently pulling it away from her face.

“hey?”

“Hey yourself.” Constance mumbled.

She felt Imogen scoot closer again. Felt Imogen snaked her free arm between the gaps of their chairs and rubbed circles between the witch’s stiff shoulder blades. Constance flinched, not as badly as she once had, but settled into it. just okay sit next to her. Even more okay when Imogen pressed a little kiss on one shoulder though the black fabric. and as the PE teacher laid her head on said shoulder. Constance leant her head on Imogen’s. And her cheek against Imogen’s hair. Air left her lungs like a punch more than a sigh, and her ramrod posture sagged against Imogen’s. One two three Inhale. One two three. Exhale.

Constance could feel herself trembling, just a little; despite the late spring warmth of the room. It was even more obvious when Imogen wrapped her hand over hers. Imogen was shaking too. Constance sat up, momentarily dislodging Imogen and covered their joined hand with her other and held it, tugging her closer. Imogen shuffled closer in and returned to her spot.

“Well that was a lot. And a thing that just happened.” Imogen finally said. Slightly Sarcastically.

“Indeed.” Constance swallowed. Then very sarcastically added. “That was… was quite a conversation.”

She felt Imogen take another forced slow long deep breath. Constance tried to mirror it, tried to Decompress while processing the whole thing. she should really vanish them to her room for this really. But right now, she felt all light and out of sorts. like one of those horrible pop bottles after it's been shook up and let all the fizz out. hardly a good feeling to be carrying out complex two-person magical transportations.

“Are you alright, Imogen?” the witch asked.

Imogen sniffed, Nodded, albeit Stiffly against the shoulder. “yes? I think. I don’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed if I’m honest. but you? Are you alright?”

“hm.” Constance said. Imogen’s voice was doing that trembly thing. And while it wasn’t damp, she could definitely feel a very small wet spot though the fabric of the dress where Imogen was leaning. But Constance said nothing knowing Imogen wouldn’t appreciate drawing attention to it. Instead she Turned her head and peppered a few light kisses on Imogen's head where she could reach. And slightly smugly added in hush, “I told you Miss Cackle wouldn’t dismiss you, my dear.”

Imogen snorted. “gold star for Miss Hardbroom. Guess you’re stuck with me then?”

“don’t be flippant. Or put it like that.”

“Stuck together then ‘my dear.” Imogen replied, even more flippantly with a nudge.

My dear. Mine, Constance echoed in thought. And squeezed her hand in her two. Just a teensy bit protectively.

Neither moved away or spoke for another few moments. Till Constance flinched again as the ugly clock on the mantel chimed.

“Love?”

“It’s fine-.”

“You didn’t say how you were?” Imogen realised as she pulled away first, foreheads bumping as Constance turned with her. Then sat back Looked up at her. properly. Constance’s eyes were bright and very shiny. But Imogen supposed hers were too, and cupped her girlfriend’s jaw, bushing a thumb over sharp cheek.

“Oh, Constance. Honey-bee.”

Constance huffed and looked away. then Flicked her wrist and spell fingers. The previously vanished bobby pin reappeared. Imogen took it Returning the once again yellow hair pin into place. Constance’s hands had followed Imogen’s up. One traced the shape of her head down the shell of her ear and the other Brushed her hair back, smoothing it back down. "Constance. We are- aren’t we? Are we okay?”

Constance didn’t reply immediately.

“I- I think we might be.” She said.

Then after a pause continued, “And I will be alright. I’m glad that- poppet…I… oh never mind.”

Then Constance initiated another hug, pulled her sharply close. Imogen was surprised but hugged her tight back, and planted A missed kiss where she could reach that was neither right on lips, jaw, or cheek. but most welcome anyway.

“I’m just glad. That’s all.” Constance finished lamely.

The blonde nodded again, a bubbling sound escaped her throat. Imogen was not quite sure herself a cry or a laugh just somewhere between the two.

“I'm sorry.” She said.

Constance shook her head frowning. “No, Imogen it’s my fault. it was my spell that gave us away-! “

“No, don’t you dare say that. I was apologising for freaking out. and for being so worried. and if I’d not needed to pin my fringe back in the first place-!” Imogen interrupted and with insistence. She Pulled back Kissing the witch soundly to shut her up. Constance, normally twice as stubborn and headstrong did as she was told. With the exception of kissing her back. Then kissing her, again a little gentler. and then pulled Imogen onto her feet, back into the hug; wrapping right around her.

“hush. You were upset. Hardly an unjustified outburst or a tantrum. You can trace the whole thing back to Mildred Hubble’s bubblegum spell if you really must.” Constance assured in a mumble. Imogen swatted her for that one, more bump if anything.

“it- just now. went better than anything we’d thought I suppose…” the witch tailed off, struggling to say what she meant. Inside her chest shaking with that confusing combination of being both mortifyingly embarrassed and respected. But Imogen Squeezed her back, one of them big non-magical magic hugs of hers. Again neither moved away or spoke for another. And Constance felt a tension she hadn’t realised she’d been carrying for so so long loosen and unknot.

“I knew I should have just gotten my haircut.” Imogen complained into Constance’s shoulder eventually. For once Constance didn’t have a reply for that. So Just kept holding on, for moments more, Imogen’s shaggy blonde hair soft and ticklish against her cheek, and looping one of the curls at Imogen’s nape of around her finger.

Imogen’s hair was getting long; and possibly needed a haircut. And Constance is relieved.

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theblekromantik · 4 years

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somewhere new

Erik Stevens x Black Reader

a/n: hello lovelies, i hope you’re well and i hope that you enjoy this! i’ve been experimenting with writing lately, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated!!!

summary: you and Erik go decide to go grocery shopping, but you switch things up a little

warnings: fluff-ish with some sexual tension and implied smut

word count: 3189

A booming,

“Yo, ma!”

Accompanied by a knock at the door rattles you, causing you to drop your eyelash into the sink. Your good, very expensive eyelash that requires much focus in order to be applied to your upper lash line.

Grunting and twinging your face in disgust of the sight before you, you fish it out of the sink, blowing on it to determine if the glue is still salvageable.

“Come on, E! Five minutes!” You respond with your mouth slightly parted, a strange requirement for impeccable eyelash placement.

“Princess, we gotta hurry up before the store closes,” Erik protests, pulling up his sleeve to check his diamond-encrusted AP watch. It’s almost seven o’clock, and Erik hated shopping minutes before a store closed. It made him feel like he was being rushed to gather his items and head to the register.

You and Erik frequently ran errands together, only this time you were grocery shopping. Staying in was nice and all – really quite enjoyable – but an end had to come to the endless Netflix bingeing and takeout from your favorite spots. You both, mainly Erik, decided that it was time for a nutritious, home-cooked meal, one that wouldn’t lead you down a road of clogged arteries and hypertension. But Erik was a phenomenal chef, so you could hardly complain that your ongoing DoorDash expenditure had been interrupted.

“Damn! One second!” You holler. “One second…there.”

You step back and look into the mirror, admiring yourself. Thirty minutes of hard work and determination had really paid off! You grab your phone from the sink’s surface and proceed to snap some photos of yourself.

SHUTTER! SHUTTER! SHUTTER! SHUTTER!

Beauty must always be captured, no matter what the time restraint.

“Princess! You taking pictures in there?” The dreaded man pounds on the door, harder this time. Banging, nearly shaking the hinges out of the door until you swing it open.

And there you are, dolled up and all, from the 26-inch deep wave hair to the Adidas tracksuit, the top zipped down nearly to the level of exposing the full extent of your breasts. Just the way you liked it.

Erik can hardly contain himself as he looks further down at you, ogling how your recently-manicured toes fit perfectly between each slot of your sandals. Man, he knew you were one for dressing up, but to the grocery store? Maybe he needs to step his game up.

“Well?” You jest. “You were so loud banging on the door, you got nothing to say now?”

Catching his lip underneath his teeth, he smugly looks you over once more, trying to gather words to say, for you’ve left him speechless.

He inches closer to you, “My babygirl likes to talk back, huh?”

“Yup, she do,” Boldness courses through you, nearly shattered as you maintain eye contact with your boyfriend.

His eyes were boulders, but you were just as unyielding. This game the two of you liked to play – this perpetual exchange of power – rarely ever ended with you emerging victorious. And you knew this, but you wanted to have your fun.

Finally, though smirkingly, you divert your gaze to your phone, shuffling through your gallery to decide which photos to keep, which photos to delete, and which photos to post.

“You look beautiful, Princess,” Erik chuckles after pressing a kiss onto your lips. “Now let’s go.”

While you knew you had lost the battle in the bathroom, you couldn’t wait to enjoy the war you and Erik would have in the bedroom later.

–

“Shotgun!” Erik shouted as you were fumbling in your purse for your keys, making a sprint for the car through your apartment complex’s parking lot.

The sun was setting beneath the horizon, and it illuminated the sky a burnt orange, a hue that began to embellish the surfaces of each object it touched – buildings, vehicles, windows, trees, the reflective skin of Erik’s custom-designed Air Max 97s as he raced further away from you.

After some time, your nimble fingers reach the item of your search, which results in a chime. You pull the keys out, contemplating whether to unlock the car doors for dreaded man in order to relieve him from the heat of the California sun, or let him suffer. Though it was setting, this sun still could extract a cup of sweat from one’s body. But hey, Erik was grown, he could wait.

You strut up to the car to see your boyfriend leaning on the door, panting, condensation forming on his forehead.

You release a sound of triumph, “I was gonna drive anyway.”

The car unlocks with a chirp, and you open the door and sit down. Dumbfounded, Erik was clutching the hood of the car still, trying to catch his breath.

“You getting in, or…”

He opens the car door and slumps down into the seat.

“You didn’t have to have a nigga looking dumb, baby.”

“I don’t think you need me for that, E.”

Erik snickers, “So it’s like that?”

“Yeah, it’s like that,” you tease, pressing the car to start and reversing out of the lot.

The two of you were buckling in for a long evening, and quite frankly, you couldn’t wait to see how it would progress.

–

As you drive on the road, the city and all its structures – both new and old – vanish behind you as a multitude of cool currents of air whip into the car through the windows, blowing your hair in all sorts of directions.

The vehicle vibrates as you blast a playlist full of new releases through your aux, and Erik grips your thigh as he sings to you, gold canines flashing and all.

You gently place your foot on the break, easing the car to a stop before the upcoming red light.

Erik, nearly louder than the music, starts to grind on the seat à la Magic Mike, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at the dreaded man and his silliness, a behaviour that is a pleasant break from his usual brooding nature.

But your laughter is cut short by a car honking behind you, indicating that the light had just turned green. You roll your eyes, because it had literally just turned green, and you press on the gas, revving your vehicle to the speed limit.

You pass another number of buildings a before making a sharp left turn.

“Shit!” You mumble to yourself.

You had almost missed the turn.

“Babygirl, that wasn’t the turn. Where we going?” Erik questions, for the route you’re taking was not your usual one.

“A little change of plans. I wanted to go somewhere else this time.”

“’Somewhere else’?” Erik probes. “What’s wrong with Ralph’s?!”

Now this took Erik by surprise. He’s genuinely concerned about your decision. To him, Ralph’s is King.

“Nothing, just wanna try something different.”

Your boyfriend clutches his heart, feigning a heart attack. You snort and turn into the parking lot. Both the wind and the car’s engine settle as you drive into a spot and press the vehicle off.

“Trader Joe’s?!” Erik cries. “What they got up in there?”

You exit the car, grabbing your purse from the backseat. “Stop complaining. Let’s go.”

–

If boredom could be personified, it’s spitting image would be Erik, for he rests his forearms on the bar of the shopping cart, eyes drooping as he observes the eccentric packaging of Trader Joe’s products.

Picking up a container of salsa he says, “Why all this shit organic?”

But you just suck your teeth and let him sulk behind the cart, ignoring him and all his grumbling.

“And this,” His gaze sets upon another display, “Who the fuck needs all these types of dried fruit? Probably taste like tumbleweed anyway.”

“Yo, stop moaning and groaning over there,” You shoot back at him, grabbing two packages of dried mangoes and placing them into the cart.

But Erik persists, dragging his feet across the smooth, concrete floor.

Minding the grocery list you and Erik had created earlier on your phone, you head deeper into the produce section, searching for some leafy greens and other ingredients that would contribute toward Erik’s signature salad. He walks off with the cart, gathering some tomatoes and bell peppers before making his way into another section of the store.

You, on the other hand, stand in front of the illuminated display with every type of green you could think of: arugula, kale, spinach, and lettuce, just to name a few. Reaching in, you squish some of the bags in order to determine their freshness. And you grab some kale and return to your shopping partner, who was waiting patiently for you, his previous protesting done with.

Looking down at the list on your phone, there wasn’t that much left for you all to grab, just some seasonings that were essential for the completion of any dish. There’re so many to choose from, and quite frankly, you’d just grab them all if you weren’t on a budget. So, you place a couple in the cart. And when you look up again, there Erik is, a pouty look on his face.

“Birthday cake popcorn?” Erik suggests, holding up the multicoloured item.

“Put it in the cart,” You giggle, maneuvering to a checkout line with the least amount of people.

The line becomes shorter and shorter, with customers paying and leaving with their large brown bags. And before you know it, the cashier shouts, “Next!” and moves to take your cart.

“Find everything okay?” The cashier asks, briefly glancing up at the two of you before moving to scan the items in your cart.

“Yes, thank you,” you respond, blankly staring as more items appeared on the customer screen and the worker transferred your groceries into the bags adjacent to the register.

Erik, standing beside you, wraps his right pinky finger against your left one, linking the two of you before you adjust to hold his entire hand. He grips your waist and pulls you in to kiss your lips and lingers there for a short while, eyes boring into yours while also relishing the traces of your chocolate-flavoured lip gloss that had found its way to onto his tongue.

You’re flustered, of course, but not because he hadn’t kissed you this intensely before, but because you were reminded that you were still at the grocery store, for the cashier cleared their throat awkwardly, repeating the total cost you had missed in your fleeting moment of passion.

Scratching your neck, hoping to relieve the embarrassment that that crept up your spine, you ask, “I’m sorry, how much is it?”

To which the cashier responds, “That’s $43.96.”

“I got it, bae,” Erik interjects, pulling out his wallet and handing a crisp yet folded fifty-dollar bill to the worker.

And while the cashier hands Erik the change, you grab the red cart and head toward the exit but not before thanking them. A few steps behind, Erik acknowledges another cashier – the only Black cashier – with a head nod and a knowing smile, to which the cashier nods, shrugs, and returns the grin: the shared feeling of being the only Black person in the room. The automatic doors open, reintroducing the cool evening air upon your face and hair, and the rubber wheels of the cart greet the smooth pavement.

When you reach the cart return, Erik grabs all of the bags while you fit the cart among the lines of carts already present. The two of you begin to walk to your parked vehicle but instead accidentally stumble upon on one with a similar make and model to your own but was not yours.

“I swore I parked right here,” you huff, standing on the balls of your feet, searching the sea of identical cars in the well-lit parking lot. And the fact that there were so many other last-minute shoppers did not help your plight either.

“Lemme see the keys,” Erik says, intrigue in his voice. “I wanna see something.”

You hand him the keys to the car, and he places them under his chin, pressing the unlock button repeatedly.

“That doesn’t actually work, does it?” You quiz, doubt heavy on your words.

“We have to see.”

Supposedly, this little trick should increase the bandwidth of the key’s signal, using one’s head as a sort of antenna. But after a couple clicks, you hear nothing besides traffic on the neighbouring streets.

Pointless, you think, just wanting to hurry up and head home.

But then, you hear a series of chirps in the distance and Erik yipping about the fact.

“Over there,” Erik says, nodding his head toward the source of the noise.

He picks up the bags, and you both head to the vehicle.

–

Shutting the door to your car, you release a sigh. Finally, the bags are all placed on the floor of your car, and you can finally head home.

With your foot on the break, you reach to push the car to start but then Erik yelps, “Wait! I wanna try those mango joints.”

“Oh, now you wanna try them,” You jest, “Because if I can remember, you were just–”

“–Man,” Erik interrupts, reaching to the backseat and rummaging through the bags. “Found it.”

He surveys the clear package titled “Soft & Juicy Mango” with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips curled, a slight repugnance that he couldn’t even help hide. But ripping the bag open, his expression softens as the aroma fills his nostrils, the sweet, tropical scent soothing him.

You watch, rolling your eyes, as Erik cautiously lowers his fingers into the package. One would think that the former Navy Seal wouldn’t be so dramatic over something like trying a new food, but Erik never ceases to amaze you.

Mango slice in hand, Erik purses his lips as he brings it to his mouth, slowly. Tortuously. And chews, his head cocked to the side.

“Wait,” he says as he swallows the last bit. “These bitches smack!”

You release a sound of disbelief, start the vehicle, and pull into the street, heading home. Of course the mangoes were delicious.

–

The sound of the car door closing can be heard as you and Erik finish grabbing all the groceries and head to the entrance of your apartment building. Your boyfriend opens the door for you, his veiny forearm braced on it and towering above you as you enter.

“Damn, ma! You getting thick!” He hollers as he watches the sway of your hips in your fitted bottoms.

You feel your cheeks warm up as you push some hair behind your air. You had been getting thick.

The lobby as you pass through is empty except for the security guard looking down at a glow coming from their lap and a couple of young people with white wires cascading down from their ears, bopping their heads to music that you can hear but not quite make out specific lyrics.

You and Erik find your way inside the elevator, the flickering fluorescents easing you back home, a stark difference from the glaringly bright ones at Trader Joe’s. Erik presses the round “4”, and the aluminum doors begin to close before you, you staring ahead while Erik sneaks a glance at you, smirking before redirecting his gaze toward the sliding metal.

Watching the line of numbers flash as the lift ascends from the ground floor, you turn to Erik, kissing him softly on the lips, closing your eyes and feeling a tingling sensation coursing into him through you. An electrical current that ceases to meet its end, ravishing you both entirely.

And with a ding, the elevator doors open and there you and Erik are, standing chest to chest in the moment, biting your lips like a couple of anxious teenagers on a first date. You pull away from him, keys in hand, heading for the apartment while Erik watches you.

God, how did he get so lucky? You were a treasure to him, and not only because you were so extraordinary but the little things: how you treated him so tenderly and with love yet wouldn’t hesitate to call him out when he was acting like a fool, and how you were so receptive to him as he was to you. These were all things that he scarcely experienced, if he ever experienced them at all. You helped him learn how to love and to receive love, which is an astonishing feat that many cannot confess that they’ve accomplished for themselves. And as you look back at him and smile while you unlock the door, he feels a bit weak in the knees, your electricity overwhelming him once more. You’ve got him hooked, and he loves it. He’s entirely entranced by you, and he doesn’t mind.

You open the door and are welcomed by your apartment, which is completely shrouded in darkness, save for the streetlights, the headlights of passing cars, and the last sliver of the orange evening sky before it is overcome by those distant stars in the night sky.

“Whew,” you exhale, flipping on the light switch and opening the door wider.

Erik sets the bags down on the countertops and approaches you.

“What are you–” you begin, but Erik is sliding his arms around your midsection and turning you to him. He presses his forehead against yours, twirling the ends of your hair and breathes you in and attaches his lips to yours, gently, truly wanting to savour this moment and you in this moment.

He pulls away, slowly, and confesses for the first time aloud, “I love you,” in a voice no louder than a whisper in a public library, to which you respond, “I love you, too.”

And the two of you remain like this for a few moments, staring into each other’s eyes, not even letting the ever-busy late-night traffic rattle you.

“So,” he starts, “About earlier in the bathroom…”

“Yeah, what about it?” You respond, seduction laced in your words.

“I’m thinking we need to address that.”

“Oh, do you?”

“Yup,” Erik answers, popping the “p”.

“And what about the groceries?”

“They’ll be a’ight.”

“Hm,” You sound, lacing your hand with his and walking the both of you to your shared bedroom.

Erik walks towards you, making you both fall on the bed. And the dreaded man begins pecking at your neck, travelling up to the bone of your jaw and landing once again on your plump lips. He swipes his finger down them, and repeats, “I love you.”

You stand up to close the door, while Erik sits up, waiting on you to return to him. You cradle his head in your hands while you kiss him, deeper, all that former tenderness left at the door. And stripping him of his shirt, his impatient fingers also dance to the zipper of your top, lowering it. He slides the jacket over your shoulders as you kneel on the bed to straddle him. But before you could grind down on his crotch, Erik grips your hips and flips you onto your back, the sudden movement bouncing your body on the bed after it meets the comforter.

“Not so fast, babygirl.”

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Sparks In The Rubble Chp 10

Sabine dreamt of flashing lights and racing feet, pain in her back pulling her closer to her surroundings, her subconscious fighting the urge to surface to the waking world. She was trying to run away from something, no, she was running to something. There was a familiar weight in her arms and something ahead of her, something important that she needed to reach.

But as her body stretched forward, reaching out desperately, she was already too far from it; from her dream world. She could barely make out what she was reaching for and all she could see was something of a blue flame dissolving away from her vision.

Sabine stirred, very aware that she was in pain; a lot of it. Puck was immediately at her side, munching on some greens that had been left behind for him. Quickly her memory flooded back and the entire day swept through her mind's eye. Or was it yesterday? How long had she slept for?

"The egg!" Sabine shouted, forgetting herself and bolting upright. "Aggghhh." She cried in pain. It felt as though there was a lightning bolt in her spine, burning and moving like it was alive.

As she fell back to her pillows her descent was softened by a pair of arms.

"Easy, Charlie is working on that. The egg is safe." Said the voice from behind her, easing her into a sitting position.

"Thank you. Ginny, right?" Sabine asked, recognizing her voice from earlier.

Ginny smiled and nodded.

"That would be I. How are you holding up? Hermione left another batch of potions for the pain. Ligon Hound wounds are a class of their own and need a specific batch of brew to fully stop the magic. We are working on getting that together, so just sit tight." Ginny backed away and pulled the stool underneath her.

She was tall and at first glance slender, but it was only her unguarded softness that hid the strength in her framework. She had slightly darker hair than Charlie that cascaded down her face like liquid fire; she was striking.

"Well, I'm hanging in there, definitely trying to process this all, but honestly I'm more relieved to have found you all. I was beginning to think I was never going to find answers." Sabine paused. "How long was I out for?" She said, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"A solid 32 hours, so it is now Wednesday afternoon and from what Charlie has said he’ll be surprised you're already up, magic wounds heal differently on muggles," Ginny explained, tapping her foot furiously on the ground.

"So, what does a gal have to do for some...well...not this." Sabine motioned to the strange junk garage her magical pop-up triage was surrounded by.

Ginny let out a booming laugh and jumped up and clapped her hands together.

"That is something we are working on, well, someone rather."

"Ahem." A stern voice interlude.

"Ah, and there she is. The matriarch herself. Sabine, this is my mother Molly." Ginny did an overly dramatic flourish and bow as Molly Weasley stepped forward, seriousness shrouding her face.

"Oh for Merlin's sake Ginerva. Go back to the house and help your brothers set everything up, Ron just arrived and is already starting in with the others."

"Oh, that's my cue, gotta go kick some arse." Ginny winked at Sabine and made a quick gesture towards the pillows.

Sabine smiled at Ginny and nonchalantly scooped up the chocolate bar she had left her there and slid it into her lap. Ginny again disappeared into thin air and her light presence was swallowed up by Molly's heavy energy.

The stout woman didn't move from her spot. She stared intently at Sabine, who was convinced she was staring at her soul. The woman looked exhausted, dark circles encased her under eyes and her lips pursed together, barely hiding how cracked they were from dehydration.

"Who the bloody hell are you and why have you been searching for my son." Molly was tense and her words were more so.

"Sabine, Sabine DiGasperi. I'm from the states and I, well, I don't even know how to explain….but everyone I asked told me I needed to find Charlie. Him and something about a newt and a salamander, but I tried to explain it was an egg, not a salamander." Sabine explained poorly. She didn't know what to say to the woman or what kind of answer Molly was looking for.

"I am so sorry for all of this and if there was any misunderstanding about my intent in seeking out Charlie. I am eternally grateful and I truly don't think I would be alive right now if it weren’t for him. This wild goose chase that I've been on has been exhausting, but so important to me and from everything everyone I asked told me, Charlie was the man to look for, so I did. I wish I had more than that for you, but it's just the truth." She offered the last of her response and hoped it was enough.

Molly's gaze softened and her body relaxed. Sabine could finally see how lovely she was through her tired complexion. She could see that her face was kissed with laugh lines and her eyes carried tenderness with their gaze.

"Alright. We will get you set up until you are well enough to leave. We are securing your belongings for you from the Inn so you won't have to worry about that. Just keep your fingers out of anything that moves on its own and don't go near the gnomes, they've all been riled up and are wreaking havoc." Molly tutted, though her mind seemed to be elsewhere.

Sabine's mind raced with images of angry ceramic garden gnomes floating around some hedges; the hedges were also floating. She shook the image from her mind.

"Don't touch anything and don't bother the gnomes. I can do that." She affirmed.

"Good. And…." The woman paused and for a fleeting moment, she gave Sabine a pleading look that was quickly replaced with cold sternness. "Don't hurt Charlie."

Molly disappeared and Sabine was left alone unsure as to what the last comment was about but took a mental note of it.

"Alright Puck, it's time to go check this Burrow out."

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