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judeswhore · 2 years

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okay hear me out.. more so of a concept because we know those just live in my mind rent free for mason or rashy your choice because i have two holes a reason. i just know he would the soft bf that loves running your errands with you he’s a bit clingy the season is at it’s peak he misses you. you’re holding hands and as you’re walking he brings that arm up and around your shoulder to bring you in closer and smother you in kisses until you start blushing and laughing🥲

ur brain is my fav thing ever i wish i lived in there also i chose rashy 4 this bc i miss him bad

big tesco - marcus rashford

Marcus was exhausted from training, he could hardly keep his eyes open as he laid on the sofa that night and was having a hard time stifling his yawns but that didn't stop him from jumping at the chance to join you on a trip to Big Tesco. You'd thought about going while Marcus was still out, you only needed a few things but you also knew how much your boyfriend loved running errands with you so figured it would be best to wait until later in the evening when it was quiet and you could go together. He was still trying to hide his yawns when you walked through the main doors of the supermarket but you knew he wouldn't give in and wait in the car.

"What do we need?" Marcus grabbed a basket at the door, swinging it back and forth in one hand, his other hand reaching behind him so he could hold it out to you. Slipping your fingers through his you let him lead your further into the mostly empty store, his thumb taking up that usual routine on brushing back and forth over your skin.

“Shampoo, toothpaste, those Actimel drinks, and just some fruit and stuff, we can get the the bigger stuff when we do the shop on Friday.” He gave a little nod and hummed, gaze wandering along the isles. It was cold out and the both of you were bundled up in hoodies (yours was actually Marcus’) and joggers, matching Nike sliders covering your feet. You knew for a fact you both looked ridiculous, Marcus’ hoodie buried you, but it was comfortable and the perfect outfit for an almost midnight Big Tesco date.

Marcus suddenly dropped your hand and rushed over to a stand of magazines, picking one up and holding it beside his head. A photo of him in his cap and gown was splashed on the front of it and even though you’d seen it a thousand times and you’d gotten it framed in the living room it still made your heart swell with pride, happiness flooding over you at his smile.

“You still think Dr Rashford makes me hot?”

“You were a six before the doctorate now you’re a solid eight.” You giggled when he whacked you over the head with the magazine, going to drop it back on the stand but you pulled it away from him and set it into the basket instead.

“What are you doing?”

“Buying it, obviously, I like sending them to your mum.” You watched his lips tilt into a grin and then he gently squished your cheeks together with his thumb and finger to give you pouty lips before bending down and kissing you quickly.

“You fancy me so bad.” You batted him away with a playful role of your eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. C’mon, shampoos down this one.” When you walked passed him he locked his fingers with yours again, his hand a warm comfort in yours and you couldn’t help tilting your head and pressing a kiss to the top of his arm.

“Shall we grab a bottle of wine for tomorrow?” Your brows tugged together in confusion as you glanced up at him and he settled the basket in the crook of his elbow so he could brush your hair out of your face.

“Date night,” He tapped your nose then dropped his hand, going back to swinging the basket back and forth. “I’ve been working nonstop lately and I miss you, was thinking we could order food in, have a few drinks, watch movies, I’ll even let you do your excessive skin care shit on me if you want.” You nudged him with your elbow at this.

“It’s not excessive, it’s necessary, idiot, but yeah wine sounds good. Oooh can we get chocolate and strawberries then? For dessert or something?” Marcus gave a little laugh and bumped his hip against yours, swinging your interlaced fingers to match the way he was swinging the basket.

“Can get whatever you want, darling.”

You’d gathered everything you needed, the basket weighed down a little more than it should have been because Marcus wanted to buy a random Curly the Caterpillar because it was in the reduced section. The store was extra quiet, most people having already gotten their shopping in and it was a sort of peaceful calm just wandering down the isles with your boyfriend, talking in unnecessary hushed voices and weird food combinations.

You were ranting about how it was disgusting to dip toast in tea, Marcus’ smile growing wider the more your nose scrunched and your eyebrows knitted tight together, revulsion clear on your face and in your mouth. He was still holding your hand and he suddenly lifted it so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, fingers still laced with yours and he pulled you further into the heat of his body. Marcus tucked his nose into your hair as he held you against him, the smile on his face big enough to hurt his cheeks and gave a soft little laugh.

“You’re very passionate about tea and toast.” He mumbled, breath fanning your face and you just shrugged, basking in the warmth and comfort of being held so close to him. You had your free hand pressed against his stomach, slid into the front pocket of his hoodie and you knew the big display of PDA would probably make anyone in your vicinity hate you but neither of you seemed to care much about that.

“They just don’t mix.” He simply shook his head before dipping it even further and nudging his nose against your cheek.

“You’re cute.” He started peppering kisses all over your face, ignoring your protests and just pulling you closer with his arm over your shoulder when you tried to wiggle free. His lips were soft but his kisses were wet and giggles started spilling past your lips when he kissed over your chin and nose, not bothered by the way your scrunched it.

You’d stopped in the middle of the milk isle, Marcus attacking you with kisses as your giggles got louder, your cheeks turning pink when a woman passing at the other end of the isle shot you bizarre glance. His lips were tickling you but he didn’t stop, kissing wherever he could reach in between his own soft laughs and mumbles of “I love you”. It was playful and lighthearted and made your heart leap in your chest, tummy fluttering even as you turned your head and managed to bury your face in his jumper.

“Stop hiding.”

“Stop kissing me.”

“Can’t you’re too pretty.” The giggles that had died down started up again and you felt Marcus’ thumb brush over your hand, his fingers still held tight in yours as though he never really wanted to let go.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Hey,” He gave your hand a quick squeeze. “I’m Dr Rashford, there’s nothing idiotic about that.” You just shook your head and patted his stomach, finally lifting your head now that he’d stopped smothering your in little kisses. With his arm still around your shoulder and his fingers still slotted through yours you started leading him towards the self service checkout, your body still tucked slightly into his.

“It’s idiotic that you refer to yourself as “Dr Rashford” all the time.”

“I just sense jealousy, don’t worry, baby, you’ll be Mrs Dr Rashford one day.”

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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School Days (part 5)

Warning - smut

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Cillian's 18th birthday was days away. You and Liane were shopping in Cork city, trying to find the perfect gift for him.

"You know, Ann Summers is here somewhere y/n..." She smirked, you responded with a slap on her shoulder.

"We've only had sex a few times Liane, I don't think we're quite there yet!"

"I'm not talking about bondage stuff! They do some really nice lingerie sets! I was thinking maybe when mom and dad take the kids on holiday you and Cillian could have the house to yourself for a night?" Your parents were due to go to their holiday apartment in Sligo the same weekend of Cillian's birthday. You and Liane were staying behind as you both had work that weekend and couldn't get the time off.

"Where will you be?"

"I'll be at Liam's - his mum ADORES me!" She laughed, linking her arm with yours and dragging a reluctant you over to the Ann Summers shop.

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"So where does your ma think you are tonight?" You asked that Saturday evening, letting Cillian in.

"Yours. My parents are a lot more liberal than yours y/n!" He laughed, kissing you and heading into the lounge.

"Will they tell my parents??"

"God no, they're not crazy! Don't worry - we're fine." He sat himself on the sofa and held his arm out for you to join him. You sank into his embrace.

"Happy birthday baby."

"Not til tomorrow, but thank you. Dad's taking me for my first legal pint before dinner."

"Can I give you your present early?" You smiled up at him.

"Well I'm not going to say no, am I?" You took his hand and led him through to your bedroom - a room he'd never been allowed in before. He smiled looking around at the room - the photo collage of you and him on the wall, the necklace he'd bought you for Christmas hanging off your mirror on the dressing table. The Christmas card he'd bought you, framed on the window sill with a pressed flower from the bouquet he'd given you. Even a seashell from his family holiday in Kerry, pride of place on your bedside table.

"You kept all this?"

"Of course I did, you gave them to me." He pulled you close and kissed you, the kiss quickly becoming more intense. You pushed him backwards to sit on the chair by your dressing table, and stood up in front of him.

Slowly peeling down the straps of your floor length summer dress, you allowed it to fall to the floor, revealing the blue lace bra and panties set, stockings and suspenders Liane had convinced you to buy. You couldn't help but giggle at his eyes, wide and hungry, before they locked with yours.

"Holy fuck... You look amazing... Is this all for me?"

"All for you. Wanna unwrap your present Mr Murphy?"

"Do I... Come here..." You stood in front of him and lifted one foot onto his knee. His fingers took the stocking, unclipping it before sliding it down your leg slowly. You shuddered slightly at the feel of his fingers brushing over your thighs.

"Sensitive, aren't we?" He smirked, before repeating the action with your other leg. Once they were both removed, his hands roamed along the inside of your thighs, parting your legs slightly and brushing over your clothed mound softly. You bit your lip to control yourself - you wanted this to last as long as possible. You stopped his hands, and lifted his t-shirt over his head. Straddling his thighs, you placed kisses over his neck and jawline, tracing the tip of your tongue up from his jaw to just below his ear, sending very visible shivers down his spine, a low moan emitting from his lips. You hips rocked back and forth over him, his hands firmly on your backside edging you closer so your clit pressed against the straining bulge in his jeans.

"I want to try something..." You whispered in his ear.

"Yeah? What you got in mind?" You stood up and pulled a bag from under your bed. His eyes widened more at the Ann Summers logo emblazoned across it. You pulled out the handcuffs, dangling them in front of him.

"I don't trust you not to touch me when I do this..." You smiled, moving behind him and locking his hands behind his back on the chair.

"What exactly is it you're planning on doing?" He asked, as you fiddled with the buttons on his jeans.

"Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now, would it?" He lifted his hips for you to pull his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, he kicked them away eagerly. Kneeling on front of his, you took his hard cock in your hand, stroking it up and down like he'd shown you, squeezing the tip and base, just how he liked it. You also took his balls in your left hand, rolling them around your fingers, squeezing occasionally drawing a deep groan from him. Your right hand focused on the base of his cock, you took the tip into your mouth, a long, drawn out suck making him shake underneath you.

"Not gonna last if you keep doing that..." You smirked at his comment, and resumed your ministrations on him, taking absolutely no mercy at his begging for you to slow down.

Your mouth moved on him faster, his hips were bucking wildly, you could hear the chains on the handcuffs rattling as he pulled against them.

"Baby... I'm gonna come... Y/n don't stop..." A deep groan, almost primal, as he released into your mouth. You took every drop he had, swallowing it down.

"Birthday present number one done..." You smiled, watching him catch his breath.

"There's more?"

"I certainly hope so. Just need to get you going again," you smiled, your hand brushing over his still semi-hard cock making him gasp. You sat on the edge of your bed with your legs open, moving the lace panties to one side. The hunger in his eyes driving your confidence higher. Sliding one finger through your folds, your eyes never left his as you drew the wetness up and circled your clit slowly. His eyes moved from yours to your fingers, back up again. He barely breathed, watching you pleasure yourself in front of him.

"You gonna make yourself come for me?" You nodded in response, and his cock twitched, coming back to life quickly.

Your fingers worked their magic on your clit, rubbing it slowly at first then getting quicker, pushing against it a little harder.

"You like watching me Cillian? My fingers rubbing myself?" He nodded, words barely possible now for him. He pulled against his restraints, making you chuckle. Watching his now fully erect cock twitch was turning you on further, your orgasm getting close.

"You look beautiful doing that... Moan for me, let me hear you..." You happily complied, low moans coming from your lips as you felt that familiar knot down below start to unravel. Your hips rocked involuntarily against your fingers.

"I'm coming baby... I'm coming..." Your orgasm hit you like a steam train, panting his name as you came. Throwing your head back, pausing your fingers and holding your legs open, letting him see how your pussy twitched as your orgasm passed through you.

"Jesus... Let me touch you now, please... I need to fuck you..." He panted, barely able to hold himself together. You calmed, your waves subsiding slightly before walking over to him and straddling his legs again. Hovering over his hard cock.

"That was present number two... Are you ready for number three?" He nodded, and you leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I'm on the pill now..." He nearly came there and then at the thought of fucking you raw, biting his lip hard as you sank onto him. You hadn't been on top before, but remembered Liane's advice. Just like dancing...

Your hips ground against him, his breathing hitching in his throat as you moved. It took a few minutes to find a rhythm that was comfortable, but once you found it there was no stopping you. Your hips bounced and rocked against him, every thrust hitting parts of you not reached before, the pleasure was so intense you felt like you had no control over your own body anymore.

"Ride me... Fuck yes... You feel so fucking good..." His words edged you closer, you could feel another orgasm building, taking you by surprise. Your hands on his shoulders, both of you moaning and gasping, foreheads pressed together and eyes locked.

"Fuck... Cillian... You feel so good buried inside me... Filling me up... Fucking me raw..." Your breath caught in your throat as that coil in your stomach built up again, a release coming so quickly it took your breath away. Your walls contracting hard around him as you came again, your second orgasm flooding you, and him, as your juices flowed onto his groin and thighs. His release came moments after yours, the feel of your walls clenching him was too much.

Coming down from your highs, foreheads still pressed together, breathing deep. You reached round, grabbing the key from the dresser and unlocked his handcuffs, making a mental note to thank Liane profusely for persuading you to do this. His hands now free, he couldn't get them on you fast enough, wrapping them under your arms and lifting you, careful not to pull out, carrying you over to the bed. Pressing his body against yours on top of you, his nose brushing against yours.

"That was the best birthday present I think I've ever had..." He grinned, slowly moving his hips, his cock definitely softening inside you now and slipping out. Another mental note made to wash the sheets before your family came home tomorrow night.

"There are actual gifts downstairs babe, I didn't just do this," you laughed.

"I wouldn't have minded either way - you will always be enough for me. Always. Love you.."

"I love you. Chinese for dinner?"

"When have I ever turned that down?" Pulling your clothes back on, you both headed back downstairs.

You were making out on the sofa after you'd eaten, the TV on behind you but neither of you paying attention to it. You were on your back, Cillian on top of you, a hand on your breast and his hips rocking into yours.

A man's voice from the doorway broke the two of you apart suddenly.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

#cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x smut #cillian murphy

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casual-flower · 2 years

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Mission Grocery.

This is my gift for @cinnamon-bunni, for @im-the-mystic-messenger's gift exchange! I hope you like it ^^;; Happy holidays!!

I want to add a part 2 to this in a few days if that's okay?

[You can read this on AO3 here.]

Uh oh.

Yoosung didn't know what to do.

At times like these, especially concerning this kind of dilemma, he would call his mum. But much as he loved her, she could be a bit much sometimes and right now he felt a bit... well.. stupid. He didn't want to face her judgement.

So he called the person he could trust the most - Zen.

Riiiiing.. Riiiiing..

"Please pick up.." Yoosung absentmindedly mumbled to himself.

Riiiiing.. Riiiiin-

"Hello?" Zen's soft voice rung out of the speakers of Yoosung's phone. He sounded a little confused, probably because Yoosung doesn't call him often. Most of the calls between the two involve Zen calling Yoosung out of the blue to check on him, so Yoosung being the one calling him.. is something wrong?

"Hi, um..." Yoosung twiddled with his fingers, mentally constructing his next sentence. "Right so.. you know how to survive and stuff... humans need to eat... aaaand.."

"Yoosung."

"Y-yeah?"

"For the love of- get to the point..! I almost had a heart attack when you called me, is everything okay?!"

"Oh! Yeah, yeah I'm okay, don't worry! I just- Are you free right now? I'm kinda clueless as to.. uh.." Yoosung murmured the last part, making it inaudible.

"Yeah, I'm free, but what was that last bit? I couldn't make out what you said."

"Argh this is embarrassing.." he whined, "Could you.. come grocery shopping with me? Man, it's my first time doing it after moving out and I should know what to buy but I know I'll end up either buying things I don't need or I'll buy too much junk food-"

"No- Yoosung- it's fine! I'll come with you, it's nothing to be embarrassed about! I was gonna go grocery shopping tomorrow anyway, so we might as well go today."

"R-really..? Thank you! Should I come to yours or..?"

"Nah, I'll come over to yours and then we can go to the grocery store together. I'll be there in, like, 30 minutes. Be ready!"

Around an hour after the phone call, Zen and Yoosung found themselves in the grocery store Zen always shopped at. The two grabbed baskets for themselves at the entrance, turning around to look around at the variety of foods that was surrounding them.

"Right, so, have you thought about any of the things you will cook?" Zen asked while looking at the display of fruit in front of them. When his question was met with silence, he looked back and glanced at Yoosung.

He looked absolutely lost.

"Yeah, I probably should have thought about that, huh?" Yoosung chuckled weakly, "To be honest.. I don't really know how to cook many things. I've been practicing, though!"

"That's okay! I can teach you how to cook a few things when we get back to my place, if you'd like?" Zen offered. He swore he saw Yoosung's eyes light up when he said that.

"Yes! Yes, please! Ahh.. thank you so much, Zen. For helping me and everything. Like, you're helping me today which I'm so happy about, but you also help me so much with so many other things. So, yeah, thank you. Really, I appreciate it a lot." he smiled, a wave of gratitude washing over him.

"It's no problem! I'm just glad you're able to ask for help when you need it. Not everyone can do that, y'know? So, yeah, I'm glad you came to me for help." Zen returned the smile, grinning back at Yoosung.

He then cleared his throat and continued, "Right. How about we actually start the grocery shopping? We've been standing here for a few minutes without doing anything." Zen laughed.

"Yeah, true." Yoosung giggled, "Okay, where would you start?"

"First, you should get the things you know you eat frequently, like eggs, bread, rice, all that stuff. After that, we'll get all the ingredients we need for the things we'll be cooking, alright?"

"Okay!"

Before Yoosung knew it, he held a basket overflowing with a variety of food. And so, along with Zen, he paid for his things and the two of them headed back home.

Well, it appears 'mission grocery' was successful!

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let-me-luve-you · 4 years

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Overlooked and Overworked

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Being Tom Holland’s little sister was great growing up, but after his success she’s a little left behind. Y/N Holland is willing to do whatever for her family because she loves them.

Warnings: Angst, fluff ending, rude Tom, overworked, sleep deprived

A/N: I don’t think Tom or any of the members of the Holland’s would allow this to happen to any member of their family or friends, I just had this idea and wrote it. Also I wrote this back in like January and just now got the guts to post it!

MASTERLIST BUY ME A COFFEE

The past couple of years for you have been an emotional roller coaster. You’ve been so excited and happy to see your brother succeed in his career. It’s always fun to see him on the big screen as someone else. But it’s also been tiring and sad because you feel left out. You don’t get to go to set often, you don’t get to travel with him, and you aren’t a part of his charity. The Brothers Trust is just him and your 3 other brothers. Given you help out way more than all of the brothers. Since you went to school for business, you help your mum and dad with both of their businesses and then run The Brothers Trust.

Tom is the oldest, then it’s you, the twins, and then Paddy. You’re only a year and a half younger than Tom. You were very close growing up, but once he started doing movies, you slowly grew apart. Him and the twins then grew closer. You loved him dearly but it just wasn’t the same since you never felt included. He took Harry to sets with him and on press tours. Sam would join along when he wasn’t working at the restaurant. Paddy would join during school breaks. But every time you would try to join him, he would say no. That he was too busy or too tired. You didn’t want to fight him but you were always crushed.

When he got the role of Spiderman, he decided then he wanted to move out into his own apartment. You offered to help him find a place since you had been looking for yourself. You offered to share a place and split rent but he said he wanted to be completely on his own. But shortly after he moved into his new 4 bedroom apartment, he had Harrison, Tuwaine, Sam, and Harry move in.

“The twins are moving in with Tom. Can you help pack and move them this weekend?” Your dad asked.

“What? They’re moving in with Tom? I thought he wanted his own space?” You asked him.

“He said he wanted to be around people because it was too lonely and quiet. Did you ever find a place? If so, you may want roommates too.”

“No I realized I can’t afford a place in a nice area to live alone. All my mates have moved off to continue their education or they have jobs else where.” You said sadly.

“Tom should of asked you then. I’m sorry y/n/n.”

“It’s fine. He hangs out with all four of them all the time. I would of just been in the way.” You said as you got up and left the room.

It’s been a couple of years and you still can’t afford to get your own place. Between helping run three businesses, you don’t have time to get a part time job. You pay your parents for rent and help pay bills so you are doing adult things. Plus it helps your parents financially. It’s busy season since your mum is picking up gigs for photoshoots, your dad is on tour for standup and his new book, plus you are planning a movie event through the trust as well as trying to get all the merch bagged and shipped. You have been working 14-15 hour days for the past 3 weeks without a day off. You are feeling the tiredness mentally and physically.

Tom has time off from the movie he is filming now. They gave him a month off for the holidays. Him and Harry have been home but all they have done is hung out with friends and go to the pub. You have been holed up in your office/bedroom for 3 days straight. Only to go out to the bathroom and kitchen to grab food.

“Where has y/n been? I haven’t seen much of her since we got home.” Harry asks Tom.

“She might be finalizing the Spies in Disguise event and getting things ready.” Tom responded.

“Oh good. Y/n is great at getting a head start on things so I’m guessing she’s done with all the prep and souvenirs.” Harry smiled. Tom laughed in response.

On Christmas Day, you only came out of your room for breakfast and lunch and then went back in your room to work. No one noticed the bags under your eyes that you tried to hide with makeup. No one noticed you almost falling asleep at the table. No one thought twice about why you spent most of Christmas alone in your room. But you were behind. You still had a lot of orders to fulfill and send out. You still had get all of the souvenirs together for the event that was in two days. You still had to finish sending out your dads orders for his book as well as finalize his January travel plans and stand up dates. Your mum had booked 12 more shoots and you had to finalize times and dates. And everything was supposed to be done in the next week. You finally caved and decided to ask Tom for help since it was his event after all.

“Hey Tom can I have you help me out for a little bit?” You asked him Christmas evening.

“Do you need me tonight?” He asked.

“If you can that would be great.”

“Sorry y/n/n. I can’t. I’m meeting to boys at the apartment.”

“Well maybe they can help too.” You sounded hopeful to get more help to lighten your load.

“No can do. We have drinks and plans.”

“Well then can you come tomorrow morning or early afternoon?”

“Can’t. I have a meeting with my manager to discuss everything that’s coming up and then all of us at the apartment and Paddy are going into the city. Maybe I can help you after the event?”

“No it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” You said sadly as you turned to go back to your room.

“What about Paddy? Or mum or dad?” He asked.

“Paddy has football that mum is taking him to before she does a shoot tomorrow. Dad is working on some other stuff for his January shows.”

“Sam or Harry?”

“Well both will be with you tonight and tomorrow.”

“What about in the morning?”

“Sam has to work remember. And I think Harry is meeting with some mates to catch up with them or something along those lines. It’s fine. I’ve got it handled. Have fun tonight and tomorrow. Be safe. Love you.” You turned and almost ran back to your room. You wanted to break down in tears from being overwhelmed and for not being included in any of Tom’s plans of hanging out and catching up. You’ve barely seen Tom in the past year. Only when he’s in London. You shook the thoughts of your brother out of your head and pulled out a sheet of paper. You wrote down everything that needed to be done. Then on your white board, wrote them down in most important the least important.

First up was getting all of the brothers trust bags done. You went to the storage closest and pulled out everything you would need and set the boxes on your bed. Then you went and grabbed a tote to put the finished product in. It took you until 4 am, but you finally finished putting them together. You went into the kitchen and made you some tea. You went back in your room and marked the brothers trust goody bags off of your list. Next you started finalizing plans for your mum. That just involved organizing times and dates. You finished that around 1030 am. You marked that off the list as well.

Before you emailed all of the clients their dates and times, you went to the kitchen to grab and snack and drink. Your mum was in the kitchen.

“Morning love.” She smiled at you.

“Morning.” You said back waiting on your tea.

“So I’m going to drop Paddy off at football in 20 minutes and then Tom will pick him up to go into the city. I have to go to my shoot. Do you have the invoice I can give them?”

“I do.” You rushed to your room and grabbed it from a folder then went back and handed it to her. “Everything is on there. The deposit has been paid and it shows that as well as the price for the shoot and the editing. It also gives the timeline of when they will get the pictures.”

“Great. This is wonderful. Thank you. Also the theater called and said we can set it up today at 3 pm. Are you okay to handle that on your own?”

You sighed but answered, “yes I can handle it. I finished the bags last night. I just need to print off the papers to put on the seats as well. Plus get the itinerary finished which I will have by tonight so Tom knows what’s going on.”

“That’s great. I’ll be there to take photos as well as Harry but the boys will all be busy with fans and making sure they all feel special.”

“Sounds good. Have fun on your shoot.”

Your mum smiled as her and paddy left the house. You went back into your room and emailed everyone for your mum. Then you printed the brothers trust sheets that said what the event was supporting and how we were thankful for their donations. As those were printing you forgot you had to pick up an order of pictures so Tom could sign them for the guest coming to the screening. You looked up and saw that it was 130 and if you were going to be on time you needed to leave in the next 15 minutes.

After you loaded the goody bags into your car, you drove the 20 minutes to the print shop to pick up the pictures. You then went to the theater and set everything out. It took 45 minutes to lay everything out and make sure it was perfect. You then snagged some photos for Instagram and posted them. By the time you got home it was just shy of 5. You went straight to your room to finalize the itinerary. At 8 pm your mum knocked on the door.

“Hey baby. I’m back. How did everything go setting up wise?”

“It was good. Took longer than expected but wasn’t too bad for being the only one there. Also here is the itinerary for you and dad. I also have one for each of the boys.”

“Wow. This is detailed perfectly.”

“It kind of had to be since Tom has an event to go to tomorrow night and he can’t be late. I figured the more detailed, the less things can go wrong.”

“Fair point. Love I’m not sure if the boys notice the work you put in, but I do. Have you slept yet?”

You looked at her shocked, “what do you mean?”

“I mean that I can tell you are exhausted. I woke up at 2 am last night and heard you in here and saw your light was still on.” She paused and looked at your long list on the white board. “And by the looks of it, you have a long to do list. Do you need help? After we get through the event I can help. I don’t have a shoot for a couple of days.”

“I appreciate mum, but this list needs to be done by then. And everything you can help me with will be done already. But thank you.”

“Did you ask your brothers to help? I mean this is there thing. They should be helping you. Not leaving it to you to do yourself.”

“I asked Tom to help so I could have him do the goody bags for tomorrow but he had a guys night with Sam and Harry and them last night. Then they were all busy this morning and then went into the city. But it’s fine. I did the bags last night. That’s what you heard when you woke up.”

“I’m sorry baby. I’m going to have a talk with him. Have you had a break to just hangout with Tom. I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen him.”

“No he’s always in a meeting or with the boys. But if Tom wanted to see me, he’d make time but when I try, he can’t. But with all this work, I haven’t really done much outside of this room in a while so it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You both used to be so close. Almost like you were twins. Weirdly enough closer than the twins have ever been. I hope you two can work whatever this is out.”

“Me too mum. Me too.” You looked at her as she slowly walked out.

After your mum left the room, you got back to work finalizing your dads stuff. Thankfully it was only 12 am when you finished. Deciding to pack all of the orders so you can drop them off to be shipped in the morning, you went and grabbed everything you would need from the storage closet and got to work. You stayed up all night working. You finally finished all the orders at 9 am. When you realized the time you rushed to get dressed and cleaned up as best you could. By 10 am you were out the door to go to the post office to ship the orders and then you were off to the theater to make sure everything was set. By 1pm the rest of your family showed up. And by 2 the theater was full of people who were excited to see the brothers and the movie.

People knew who you were. Everyone knew Tom had a sister. But you did great staying out of the eye of people. None of your brothers posted much about you on social. Your dad mainly posted about Tom and the brothers golf adventures. Your mum would occasionally when she made you model when she was trying something new. So when people arrived, they walk past you and straight to the four brothers who were ready to greet everyone.

When the event started, you weren’t really needed so you went to a back room they had set up for your brothers to relax away from people and sat on the couch. Not sleeping since Christmas Eve was starting to catch up with you but some how you forced yourself to stay awake.

“Y/n we have a problem.” Your youngest brother said as he came in the room. “The movie hasn’t started yet and it was supposed to 15 minutes ago.”

“Okay I’ll go see what’s going on.” You went to the manager of the theater and she explained to you how the light in the projector went out and it was going to be another 20 minutes before it started. She apologized multiple times.

“Hey Tom. Can you do a q&a for 20 minutes or so?”

“No the movie is supposed to be on.”

“They are having technical difficulties and it’s going to take 20 minutes to fix it.”

Tom got annoyed because he knew this was pushing the entire timeline back and it was now be pushing it for him to be on time for his event tonight. “Sure.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know when we are good to go.”

After 30 minutes. The movie was finally ready to go. Every one was enjoying it and all four of your brothers moved around the theater so the kids felt like they were watching the movie with them personally. When it was over everyone was ushered into a lobby where there was a meet and greet with photos. By the time the boys were done with everyone, it was 20 minutes until Toms next event.

“Great. I’m going to be late. Thanks for that y/n. Why didn’t you have them check everything yesterday?”

“Because I didn’t think of it.”

“So stupid. How could you not think of it? It’s literally the first thing on the list of things to check when prepping the theater. Do your job better. Thats what you are paid to do. I’ll see you later.” Tom rolled his eyes and stormed off. You just stared feeling humiliated since the theater staff and your family had witnessed that. You were holding in your emotional breakdown until you could do it in private.

“Sorry guys. Y’all can go ahead and head out. I’ll clean this up and bring home whatever is ours.” Sam, Harry, and Paddy saw this as a get of jail free card and booked it out of the theater. Your dad came by and kissed you on the head and said I have to finish up some work and headed out. Your mum looked at you sadly.

“I’ll help you baby.”

“No it’s okay mum. Go edit the photos so we can get them sent out.” You smiled at her.

“It’s okay. I can do them later tonight.”

“Mum seriously. Go home. I got this. I’ll be home later. You kissed her on the cheek as you walked back in the theater. You thankfully left the tote yesterday which made it easier to put everything in. You put the tote in your car and headed back in the theater to sweep and clean up the mess. By the time you got home, it was 9 pm. You had been up for 61 hours straight. You were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. But Tom was home and he was livid.

“What the hell?” He asked.

“What?” You asked back.

“You know I got yelled at by my manger for 30 minutes about how I was irresponsible and immature for being almost a hour late to the event tonight?”

“Why did you get yelled at? You were doing stuff for charity. He should get over it.”

“He was mad because SOMEONE told him I would be done with our event in plenty of time to go to this other one. And when I told him there was technical difficulties because that same SOMEONE didn’t do their job, he got even more mad.”

“I get that I probably should of checked but things happen Tom. Okay? Things I can’t control. Things the theater can’t control. I did this entire event by myself. Sorry for not checking but other than the delay the people loved it and we raised money which is okay because our charity now can help so many more.”

“You didn’t do this by yourself. We all help. And our charity? Our? You mean mine? Sams? Harry’s? Paddys? It’s our faces that make that charity. And when something goes wrong we are the ones that look bad. Not the person behind the scenes that only does some of the work.”

You looked at him like he was a stranger. What he said broke your heart. That’s what he really thought? You just shook your head lightly and walked to your room. You shut the door and locked it.

“Really Tom?” Your mum asked as her and your dad walked in during the argument.

“Yeah mum. We do all the work and she’s trying to take the credit. We’ve all noticed and it’s getting out of hand. You do more than she does.”

“Tom I’m extremely disappointed in you right now.” Your dad said.

“Tom she does all of the work. The planning, the scheduling, the packaging, social media, distributing the money, and figuring out all the ways we can make money to help those smaller charities.” Your mum added.

“She does?”

“Yes Tom. On top of helping me and your father with our businesses. We’ve seen you more than her this past month because she’s been so busy.” Your mum said.

“Wow.”

“Did you know she was up until 4 am on Christmas night so she could finish the goody bags before we had to prep the theater. That she had those pictures printed so you could sign them for the guest. That she made an itinerary so detailed that nothing could go wrong. Except she didn’t account for technical difficulties. She set up the theater and cleaned the theater all by herself. None of us helped her. We just showed up for the event.” Your mum said.

“Tom have you not noticed how exhausted she looks? It looks like she hasn’t slept in days. She’s trying her best to handle everything so we can have everything run smoothly for us. She even mentioned your event and how she needed to get you out of there so you wouldn’t be late. We’ve all been horrible to her by letting her do this by herself.” Your dad said.

“I... I didn’t know. I’m going to go talk to her.”

Tom got up and knocked on your door. He couldn’t hear anything so he tried opening it. He noticed it was locked and went to his old room and found the key you gave him years ago. When he unlocked it he noticed the mess around your room of boxes, plastic, mail bags for packages, and stacks of papers. He saw you on your bed and saw you were asleep. He went over and tucked you in. He went to your desk and saw the white board with everything marked off under the to do list. He then looked on your desk and saw how your mum and dads plans were finalized. He knew you mentioned everything when you asked him for help Christmas night and now you were done with it. Even all the orders were done and he saw the receipt from the post office proving the orders were shipped. He felt horrible knowing the only way that you got everything done was by staying up all night.

He turned and walked back to you and finally noticed the bags under your eyes. As well as tear stains that he knows he’s the cause for. It broke his heart knowing he was the cause. It also broke knowing that you asked for help so you wouldn’t fall in the deep end, but by saying he couldn’t help, he pushed you in and watched you drown without even realizing.

He gave you a kiss on the head and got up and quietly walked out.

“What time did y/n wake up on Christmas Day?”

“From what we know, maybe around 8 or 9.” Your dad said. Tom sat there quietly while doing the math in his head.

“61 hours.” He suddenly said.

“What?” Your mum said.

“61 hours. That’s how long she went without sleep. She asked me for help and told me why and I said no. She’s finished the list. She’s organized both of your stuff. She’s packed and shipped out all of the orders. She did everything for the event. She hasn’t slept. She’s asleep now but it was 61 hours. How could I let my sister do that? How did I not see it?” Tom asked his parents. They looked at him in shock.

“My poor baby” your mum said.

“We will talk to her tomorrow when she wakes up.” Your dad said.

“I want to be here when she wakes up so I can apologize. I’m going to go see her again.”

He got up and walked to your room. He quietly started cleaning up the mess left from packaging orders. He then laid on the other side of your bed thinking about how he messed up so bad. Shortly after he fell asleep too.

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Around 7 am you woke up still exhausted but you needed a glass of water. When you went to throw the blanket off of you, you saw Tom asleep in your bed still in his clothes from the night before.

You were confused as to why he was in your bed, but you chose to ignore him. You stood up and went to the kitchen. Your mum was already cooking breakfast.

“Morning baby. How’d you sleep?” Your mum asked.

“Alright. I’m probably going to catch a few more hours. Just needed water.” You said. “By the way, do you know why Tom is in my bed?”

“He felt bad about how he has treated you lately.” She said. “He figured out you went 60 something hours without sleep.”

You looked at her shocked and sat down. She came over and gave you a hug.

“Why did you do that to yourself? Why didn’t you ask for help?” Your dad said as he joined both of you in the kitchen.

“You were working on new stuff. Mum had shoots and a house to run. I asked Tom and thought maybe him and the boys could help but they had plans. It needed to be done before the new year and definitely needed to be done before the event.”

“We appreciate you so much baby girl. I hope you know that. You do a lot for this family and this family isn’t great at giving back. We do love you.” Your mum said as she gave you a kiss on the head. “Now please go get some sleep. Sleep all day if you’d like and I can bring you food later.”

You smiled at her and walked back to your room. Tom still hadn’t moved. You sat your water on your bedside table and crawled back under the covers. You turned your back towards Tom. You were still really saddened by his words last night, that you didn’t want to face him yet.

“Y/n/n are you awake?” You heard Tom whisper.

“Go back to sleep or get out.” You said back not opening your eyes.

“I’m sorry y/n. What I said last night was wrong. I didn’t realize you do everything for our trust. I thought mum and dad did it all. I know you’ve been killing yourself to try and catch up then get ahead, but you can’t do that to yourself. You need proper rest. I’m going to make sure you never do the 61 hours straight again. I’d rather myself do it before I let you do it again.”

“Tom it’s okay. But seriously. Leave or go back to sleep.”

“No it’s not okay. I’ve royally fucked up. I’ve let us get so far apart we are almost strangers to one another. I have a charity that doesn’t even have your name on it and you do all the work. You make sure my fans are happy as well as making sure we help other small charities. You’re absolutely amazing and I’ve treated you like shit for the last few years. I don’t even give you the time of day. I promise you this, I will do better. We will be like we used to. Even if I have to kidnap you and take you with me different places. I love you and I don’t want to be the one hurting you anymore.”

You rolled over and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Your brother finally recognized you for you. He finally realized what he’s done.

“Thank you Tom. I love you too.”

He smiled at you and leaned over to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead.

“It really means a lot that you said that. But can I please go back to sleep. I’m still exhausted.” You said.

Tom pulled you to him so your head was on his chest and shoulder. And he cuddled you so you felt protected from all the horrible things that can go wrong for you.

“Get some sleep and when you wake up, me and you will hang out. Just the two of us.” Tom said. You smiled as you drifted back to sleep.

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itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto · 3 years

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Amsterdam with Matthew.

A/N: Hi everyone, another Matthew fic for you all! This came about when I was talking to @hercleverboy and @gubetube a while ago, and just had to fic it!

My requests for both Matthew and Spencer Reid are open!

Trigger warnings: Smoking (weed), drinking (alcohol), swearing, sex references/dirty talk.

“Gube, we need a holiday.” You say to your boyfriend one evening, as you cook dinner. Last night Matthew made you lasagne, using the recipe Joe gave him and tonight you are cooking a chicken curry. “I love spending time with you, but I just need a week with my favourite human where I’m not drowning in my University work.”

Matthew smiled at you as he set the table in his apartment and went over to wrap his arms around your waist pulling you into a cuddle. “Where do you fancy peach?” He asked as you leant up to kiss him which he gladly accepted.

“Hmm. I’d like to go to Amsterdam, do some touristy stuff, but also get stoned.” You giggle.

“We’ve already got stoned before muffin, how will this be different?” Matthew asked as you stir the saucepan.

“Because it’s legal there.” You say wiggling your eyebrows

“Amsterdam it is.” Matthew smiled, “How long for dinner?”

“10 minutes.” You smile

“Perfect, gives me time to start looking at places to stay and book flights.” Matthew says grabbing his computer.

“How did I get so lucky?” You thought to yourself and put the rice on to cook.

“Thanks for dinner boo.” Matthew smiled putting his bowl down. “You’re the best chef.”

You smile, “You’re welcome Gube.” And get up putting everything in the dishwasher. “Do you fancy a drink?” You ask

“Can I have a glass of red wine please?” He asks as you nod pouring him one and getting yourself a cider out of the fridge. “You want cuddles?”

“Of course, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t want cuddles from you?” You chuckle and walk to the sofa.

“You didn’t want any last week when we were at your flat.” Matthew pouts as he makes grabby hands for the wine and for you to cuddle into.

“I had cramps and wanted to be a burrito of sadness.” You say handing him his drink.

Matthew nodded, “But cuddles help.” He says sipping his drink

“My mood swings don’t.” You say. “I hate them, one minute everything is rainbows and unicorns, one minute everything is hell on earth.”

“Aww, my poor little burrito.” Matthew pouted as you snuggled into his arms and started kissing your forehead gently.

“I’m okay now Gube. I just don’t like objectifying my hatred of the world on anyone.” You smile up at him.

“Babe, I have a mother and a sister. I’ve seen it all.” Matthew assured you.

You nod sipping your drink as Matthew put his laptop on your lap and you started to book your holiday.

Two weeks later, you and Matthew arrive into Amsterdam.

“Thanks for letting me stop to chat to my fans, or should I say our fans? They love you!” Matthew smiled, carrying your suitcase and you carried the rucksacks.

“They’re just being polite.” You say, looking down.

“Nuh-uh sunshine. They chatted to you for ages about us.” Matthew smiled, “And you chatted to them whilst I had some stuff to sign.”

You smile, Matthew’s fans totally adore you two, even though you’re not famous, his fans love that you’re just a normal person like them, and you are happy with that. “I guess they do love me, but I know someone who loves me more.”

Matthew gasps dramatically, “Who?”

You giggle going on your tiptoes and kiss his lips softly, “You idiot.”

You arrive into your AirBnB for the week and slump on the sofa, tired from the flight.

“I’m going to take a shower love bug.” Matthew says getting his toiletries out.

“Okay. I’m going to try to stay awake and find us something for dinner. What do you fancy to eat?” You ask looking at your boyfriend lovingly.

“You.” Matthew winked

“Gube!” You say nudging his arm and blushing.

“You didn’t complain last night.” Matthew shrugged. “But I’ll eat whatever.” He said kissing your cheek and went to have a shower.

“Fucking horny bastard.” You mumble to yourself and get out your phone, giggling at how Matthew got horny watching you eat a banana yesterday and then you two had sex straight after.

“Hey babe…” You hear Matthew call from the shower.

“Yeah honey?” You call back

“I forgot my shampoo, be the best girlfriend ever and bring it to me?” He asks

You roll your eyes and go to get it. “Moron.” You say handing it to him.

“Can you wash my hair? It relaxes me when you do it.” Matthew says with puppy eyes.

“I can’t refuse those eyes, of course I’ll wash your hair.” You smile, knowing Matthew would do the same for you. “Close your eyes pretty boy.”

“Thanks pumpkin.” Matthew smiles once you have done the last rinse.

“You always give me such cute nicknames.” You smile kissing his hand.

“Of course angel.” Matthew smiled, “You going to stay there whilst I wash the rest of my body?”

“Mhmm.” You say checking him out.

Matthew smirks, “Okay pretty eyes, my face is up here, not my dick.”

“Whatever.” You shrug as Matthew finishes his shower and wraps himself in the towel.

You giggle and have a shower yourself. “Want me to wash your hair?” Matthew offers

“I’m okay thanks, maybe later in the week?” You suggest

Matthew nods, kissing your shoulder and goes to get ready.

Later in the evening, you and Matthew settled on Tapas.

“Can we get some space cakes to eat back at the apartment?” You ask Matthew with a grin

“Of course. I was just thinking the same.” Matthew smiled as you hold hands

“My hands are so tiny compared to yours.” You pout

“That’s okay, they fit perfectly into mine.” Matthew said kissing your hand and bringing you in for a kiss, even though you had to be on your tip toes.

You smile, even during your bad days or moments, Matthew is always there to make it better.

You go into a shop and buy some space cakes, whilst Matthew buys a few joints for you both.

“Do we need a lighter angel?” Matthew asked you

You shrug, “Can always get another.”

Matthew nods agreeing with you and buys one.

“Can we ride bikes tomorrow Gube?” You ask with puppy eyes knowing it makes Matthew melt

“Of course princess.” Matthew smiled holding his hand out for you as you walked back to the AirBnB

“Okay, so we got alcohol, an ash tray, a lighter, all the weed, and my dream girl.” Matthew said checking you had everything now you were back at the AirBnB.

“Yep.” You smile, putting two glasses of water on the table as Matthew flops on the sofa, opening his arms for you.

“Come here baby girl.” Matthew smiles as you gladly snuggle into his arms and start eating a space cake, which Matthew takes a few bites from.

“You want to light up?” You ask Matthew, smiling at him like a goof.

“Sure.” Matthew said kissing your cheek first and then lit the joint. “I love getting stoned with you.” He said after taking a drag.

“I love you.” You say smooshing his cheeks, then kiss them both and take the joint off him.

“I love you too.” Matthew smiles.

“Joints are definitely stronger here. Not complaining though.” You say as you exhale.

“Mmm.” Matthew says burring his face in your chest.

After a few joints, you and Matthew are definitely feeling the buzz and are slow dancing to ‘Dancing in the moonlight’.

“You know if we ever have kids, I’m going to be so cross if they wear matching socks.” Matthew said as he took the joint from you.

You exhale, “I can just imagine you going ‘sweetie, your Mummy and Daddy love you very much but in the Gubler household we wear mis-matched socks, now please go back upstairs and change.’” You say in a strict Mum voice.

“Remember when my Mum caught us having sex at New Year?” Matthew laughs

You blush, “I was so embarrassed because you said you locked the door!”

“You told me you were sober.” Matthew giggled.

“Never trust an Irish girl when she says she’s sober after 10 pints.” You giggle as Matthew pulls you in for a kiss. “Are my eyes red?” You ask

“Yeah. Are mine?” Matthew asks as you nod.

“As red as the devils horns.” You say trying to keep a straight face.

“Do you want to have sex?” Matthew asked, even when he’s stoned or drunk, he’d never do anything you didn’t want to do.

“Yeah.” You smile like an idiot.

Matthew scooped you in his arms and you snuggled into them as he carried you to bed.

The following day

You wake up first, and put a top and leggings on, and go to the bathroom careful not to wake your pretty boyfriend and then go to make him a coffee, and a herbal tea for yourself.

Meanwhile Matthew wakes up, sad you’re not there, he’s been trying to get you to move in for a while, but as you don’t study where he lives, you’d have to commute two hours every day so you both agreed, once you graduate, you’d move in together.

Matthew smiles seeing you poor him a coffee. “Hi pretty lady.” He says in a raspy voice.

“Morning love muffin.” You smile handing him the mug.

“Thank you. Did you sleep okay?” He asks

You nod, “Yeah. I was fully knocked out after our fun.” You say sipping your tea. “Oh, I booked for us to do some stuff this week. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Stuff?” Matthew asks

“Well, bike riding and a few museums.” You shrug

“Sounds good cupcake.” Matthew smiled, “What’s for breakfast?”

“I got a delivery of waffles coming.” You smile, “Should be here in 15 minutes.”

“You’re the best.” Matthew said kissing your hand

Later on in the afternoon, you and Matthew are cycling around Amsterdam having the best time. “Babe, can we get lunch? I’m hungry.” You ask

“Of course.” Matthew smiled, “What do you fancy?”

“Maybe a picnic, we could get some stuff and sit by the canal?” You suggest

“Aww, I love that.” Matthew said and you cycled to the nearest shop to get some food.

“Thanks for the holiday Gube.” You say sipping your lemonade by the canal.

Matthew snaps a few cute selfies of you both, before putting them on Instagram. “Amsterdam with the best girlfriend who’s also my best friend.” Was the caption

“Aww.” You smile looking through the photos

“When did you take this one?” Matthew asked going on your Instagram, seeing the one of him on his phone wearing a white t-shirt.

“When we got stoned in my flat last time.” You say, “You were so giggly and I just had to take the picture. If you don’t like it, I’ll take it down.”

“No, it’s fine.” Matthew assured you. “We must’ve been really out of it.”

You laugh. “We were.”

Matthew smiles as you put your head on his shoulder and kisses your forehead gently. “Thank you for the holiday darling.”

“You paid for the flights.” You shrug

“You paid for the AirBnB.” Matthew smiled, even though Matthew could afford the whole thing, you still wanted to pay some of it. Matthew knows you never take advantage of him or his money, and it is one of the things he loves about you.

“Gube?” You ask

“Yes my love?” Matthew smiled

“Can we just stay here for a bit? I’m quite comfy.” You say

“Of course angel.” Matthew said draping a blanket over you two and you stayed there for a while just enjoying each-others company.

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albertasunrise · 3 years

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No More - Chapter 5

Summary: Frankie has been your best friend since you were in the 2nd grade. You were each other’s first’s, he, your first love and as you’d both gotten older you always somehow fell into bed together after one too many drinks with the boys. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up but fate has other plans for you both and events are set in motion to decide for you.

Warnings: Angst, Unprotected Sex, Oral (F) 18+

Pairings: Frankie/ Reader

Your heart had been thundering in your chest when you when went to settle Emma down again. You couldn’t believe that you and Frankie had almost kissed. You couldn’t fall into that habit again, it wasn’t good for you and it wouldn’t be good for Emma. You started to wonder if staying really was a good idea. That maybe you should take Emma home but then you cast your mind back to why you were here in the first place. Frankie wants to help more with Emma but he also knew your anxiety about leaving her and so he’d done so much to accommodate you so that he could get more time with his baby girl.

You’d managed to get Emma settled again and made your way back downstairs, nerves bubbling in your stomach at the idea of facing him after that. Your nerves quickly disappeared when you found him asleep, his hat lying haphazardly on the ground from where it had fallen from his head. You smile at the sight and walk up behind him, gently shaking him on the shoulder.

‘Come one Frank let's go to bed.’ You say sweetly and he grumbles a little before cracking his eyes open and smiling at you.

‘At least buy me dinner first.’ He jokes and you can’t help but giggle at that.

‘Separate beds Perv.’ You joke ‘See you in the morning, Frankie.’ You finish as you turn and head back upstairs.

‘See you in the morning caríno.’ He whispers under his breath, watching as you slip away.

He barely slept that night. Emma went the rest of the night without stirring and he was delighted when he stepped into her room the next morning that he finds her laying there smiling up at him. Scooping her into his arms, he lays a sweet kiss on the top of her head before taking her downstairs to start breakfast. He warmed her bottle as she squealed and squeaked on the floor of her pen, throwing her soft toys around in delight. Whilst he waited for her bottle to finish he pulled out the fresh fruit he bought for today along with some yoghurt. He turned on the oven and grabbed the part-baked pastries he'd tracked down in his local store, knowing you’d appreciate a maple pecan with your coffee this morning. The ding of the warmer sounded and he grabbed the bottle from the machine before heading over to Emma’s pen and picking her up, sitting himself down on the couch as she started to suckle at it with eagerness.

‘Goodness you're hungry this morning Hermosa.’ He chuckles as her legs kick and her eyes grow comically wild, draining the bottle in no time at all.

When she’s done he throws a towel over his shoulder to burp her as he fires up the coffee machine and pulls two mugs out of the cupboard. He surprises himself how quickly he falls into a natural routine with Emma, easily tending to her whilst doing the other bits he needed to do. When she was sorted he quickly changed her diaper and placed her back in her pen, one eye always trained on her whilst he sorts breakfast.

‘It smells freaking amazing in here.’ You say as you rub your tired eyes.

Emma squeals in delight when she sees you and her hands start to grab at you as you scoop her up to bid her good morning.

‘Have you and daddy had a nice morning so far?’ You ask sweetly, noticing the empty bottle on the side.

‘She’s been fed, burped and changed so I’d say her day’s started off well.’ He replies, smiling as you carry her towards him ‘Can’t say the same for your bears though hey Bean?’

Frankie serves up breakfast whilst you swoon over your daughter but it doesn't escape your notice of how natural this all feels. You’d never expected that you’d have a baby with your childhood best friend but a part of you was glad that you had. He knew you in ways no one else could. Had seen you at your most vulnerable and held you up through some of the toughest times of your life and you’d done the same for him. Yet you were in love with him and he was not in love with you so you had to focus on Emma, on the thing that had made your life so full for the first time in so long. You could not let yourself be swept up by him again. You had a baby together, that was it, nothing more and that’s all it would ever be. You just needed to accept that.

‘So I thought maybe I’d go out and do some food shopping today.’ You state, watching Emma out the corner of your eye as you munch on your maple pecan.

‘Oh okay.’ Frankie answers, unable to hide that he was a little dejected by that.

‘Emma’s always very fussy at the supermarket. Hates sitting in the trolly.’ You pause to take a sip of your coffee ‘So I thought maybe I could leave her here with you whilst I run my errands.’

The look he gives you was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. His big brown eyes start to water as he looks at you, a little unsure whether you were serious or not about leaving her.

‘Are you sure?’ He asks ‘I mean I would love nothing more than to have her but I don’t want you to feel anxious.’

‘I’m sure.’ You reply with a smile ‘How does that sound Emma? Day with daddy!.’

She lets out an excitable squeal and you both chuckle ‘I think she likes the sound of that.’

You’d be lying if you said that walking out of that door and leaving Emma behind wasn't the hardest thing you’d had to do since becoming a mum. The look on Frankie’s face as he held her in his arms to say goodbye had made that all worth it. After a while, you found that actually, it was a lot easier to do what you needed to do without a 4-month-old. As you browsed through the isles of the supermarket you were able to focus on what you needed rather than what Emma was doing and you found yourself feeling a little guilty for enjoying your time without her.

‘Hey.’ Came a familiar voice and you turn your head to see Brad smiling back at you.

‘Oh my god, Brad! Hi.’ You say as you pull him into a friendly hug ‘How have you been?’

‘Good actually.’ He replies ‘I moved back a few weeks ago.’

‘Yeah, I saw on Facebook.’ You reply, unable to stop yourself admiring how good he looked.

‘And I saw that you had a baby!’ He said, his eyes glancing to your trolly and finding it empty ‘Where is she?’

‘She’s with her dad.’ You reply ‘First outing without her.’ You giggle nervously.

‘How is Frankie?’ He asks, his eyes raking over you as he speaks.

‘Yeah, he’s good.’ You reply ‘Think he’s turned a corner in his recovery after the accident. He adores Emma too. Real natural with her. ’

‘So are you two?...’

‘Together?’ He nods and you chuckle ‘No we're not. We have a baby together but that’s it.’

‘Is it wrong to say I’m glad?’

You blush at his question, trapping your lip between your teeth ‘No.’

‘Look, how would you like to have dinner tonight? I have this really expensive beef joint that’s way too much for just one person. Maybe a night away might do you some good.’

‘I don’t know Brad I-’

‘It’s just dinner between two old friends.’ He says innocently ‘I’m sure Frank would love to have her all to himself for the night.’

You thought about it for a moment. Frankie would love to have her, you know that for a fact and what is dinner between two friends?

‘Sure okay.’ You reply, smiling at him.

‘Great I’ll text you my address.’ He says excitedly ‘Shall we say seven?’

‘Sounds great.’ You reply, grinning at him as he kisses your cheek and bids you farewell.

You finish off your shopping and head home to unpack it all. Your a little nervous about tonight. You and Brad had remained on good terms after the two of you broke up but you hadn’t seen him since graduation. Only pictures of him on social media of his travels and expensive cars. You pop up to Emma’s nursery and pack her a bag, excited to tell Frankie he can have her for the night. When you arrive back at Frankie’s house you find him and Emma on the floor, her asleep on his chest as he uses one of her stuffed toys as a pillow. His eyes crack open when he hears you enter and he smiles when you sit down on the couch across from him.

‘That doesn’t look comfortable.’

‘Well we were playing flying baby and we both got tired so-’

‘Flying baby huh?’ You chuckle.

‘She’s a pilot at heart.’

‘So listen.’ You start, smiling as you speak ‘I bumped into a friend whilst I was out and he’s invited me round for dinner tonight. I wondered if maybe you’d like Emma for the night.’

‘He?’

That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

‘Yeah.’ You reply ‘Brad has moved back to town and we got chatting... He asked me over. I actually enjoyed a little downtime without the baby so I thought maybe dinner with a friend would do me good.’

‘Right.’ He replies as he sits up, holding Emma against him as he gets to his feet ‘Well yeah I’d love to have her and you deserve to have a night off.’ You can tell his answer isn’t genuine but you accept it.

‘Great well everything you’ll need is in there.’ You state ‘Some bottles in the cooler. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll come and get her midmorning.’

‘Okay.’ He replies plainly, giving you a small smile ‘Have a nice evening.’

You thank him and say your goodbyes to Emma, your heart tugging a little at the idea that you’d be away from her for the whole night. Jumping back in your car you make your way home again to get ready for this evening, opting to wear a nice pair of black jeans and a smart sweater. You knew this was only dinner with a friend but you wanted to make an effort. You had finally managed to get back to your pre-baby weight and were over the moon that you could once again fit into your old clothes, the idea of buying new stuff was abhorrent to you. Brad only lived a five-minute drive from you and you could feel the nerves fluttering in your stomach as you parked up on his drive. His house was beautiful and well kept, A large Mercedes SUV sitting proudly in the drive that put your small Volvo SUV to shame. He greeted you at the door, giving you a kiss on the cheek before welcoming you inside. The smell of food filled your senses and you found your mouth watering as he guided you into a simply decorated dining room, the food already laid out and waiting.

‘I wasn’t sure if you were allowed to drink so I bought some non-alcoholic beverages.’ He chuckles ‘I have no idea what this wine will taste like.’

‘Thank you.’ You reply ‘That’s really thoughtful. I can have a drink or two this evening though. I pump so she’s stocked up for now.’

‘Great.’ He says as he pours you a glass of red ‘Take a seat.’

The conversation flows easily over dinner. He tells you about his work and you tell him about yours. He’s travelled a lot since leaving college but never found anyone with whom he’d like to settle down with. After clearing away the food and filling up the dishwasher you settle in the lounge, curling up into his plush couch as he speaks.

‘I’d really like to meet someone now and start a family.’ He states as he takes a sip of his wine ‘I mean all my friends are settling down and having kids now and here I am. The eternal Batchelor!.’

‘I’m sure there’s a girl out there for you.’ You chuckle.

‘I think so,’ He replies, eyes locked with yours. ‘You been dating at all?’ He asks, doing nothing to hide the curiosity in his tone.

‘No.’ You reply with a laugh ‘I have a four-month-old baby that was a month premature. She’s more or less caught up now but… Well, let's just say there wasn’t a lot of time to meet people.’

‘You and Frankie haven’t thought about trying to make a go of things?’

‘He spoke about it but I know he’s only saying it because we have a baby together.’ You reply, taking another swig of your drink ‘I can’t put myself through that. I need to know that there are feelings there.’

‘That’s fair enough.’ He replies as he places his glass down on the table beside him and shuffles closer to you.

You can feel your heart start to race a little, your mouth going dry from the way he’s looking at you and suddenly you don’t know where to look.

‘So Emma was premature?’ He asks, noting your nervousness.

‘Yeah.’ You reply ‘I was in the car with Frankie when he had the accident. Brought on early labour and I had to have an emergency C-section.’

‘Shit.’ He replies, looking a little shocked at this ‘But you’re okay though right?’

‘Yeah, I’m fine.’ You reply with a smile ‘And I have a badass scar from the Caesarean.’ You finish with a wink.

‘I think I’d like to see that.’ He states, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he leans closer to you.

You feel your breath catch in your throat as his lips gently press against yours, soft and sweet from the wine that he’d just been drinking. You place your own glass down as he starts to deepen the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips and you moan against his mouth as you allow him entry. The kiss got hot and heavy quickly and soon you found yourselves pulling each other’s clothes off as his mouth plants hot, wet, kiss down your neck. He lays you back and admires you, fingers running over the stretch marks that still painted your skin and then along the fading scar on your belly.

‘That is a pretty badass scar.’ He states as he starts to trail kisses from your breasts down to your core ‘You’re already so wet.’ He smirks upon seeing the damp patch on your navy undies.

‘Yes.’ You moan as he places a kiss over your underwear before hooking his fingers under the elastic and pulling them down.

You barely have a chance to ready yourself before he’s licking a long stripe up your slit and circling his tongue around your swollen bundle of nerves.

‘FUCK.’ You tell, hips jerking as you desperately try to get more friction.

He gets to work on your core. Eating you like a man starved as he pushes two fingers into your heat and curling them just right. As your moans get louder and your breathing quicker, he pumps harder. You can feel yourself getting closer and your grab hold of his hair as you cum against his mouth, screaming his name as he works you through it.

‘Please.’ You beg as you pull him into a sloppy kiss, the taste of yourself on his tongue just making you want him more.

In one swift movement he’s seated inside you and you moan in unison as you adjust to the feeling of his intrusion.

‘Move.’ You plead and he does, angling his hips perfectly and you soon find yourself barreling towards orgasm number two.

You scream his name as you cum again, nails digging into his muscular back as he continues to fuck you with agonising precision.

‘Sit.’ You order in his ear as you push him off of you.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his length, grabbing his strong shoulders as you start you bounce on his lap. You can feel another one coiling deep inside your core and your bite down hard on your lip as his finger finds your clit, bringing on the most intense one yet that pulls him along with you.

‘Fuck.’ You pant as you collapse against him, chest heaving as he places kisses along your shoulder. ‘You've learned a few things.’ You chuckle, pulling back to look at him.

‘So have you.’ He replies with a wink before pulling you into another kiss ‘Fuck I came in you!’

‘I’m on the pill.’ You chuckle, kissing him again ‘We’re good.’

‘Fancy some ice cream?’

‘Definitely.’ You exclaim as you climb off of him, admiring his form as he walks off naked into the kitchen.

He comes back a few minutes later with a tub of cookie dough and two spoons, kissing you sweetly as he settles down beside you again.

‘So would you like to stay over?’ He enquires, smirking at you ‘Could try that again if you like.’

‘I would definitely like to try that again.’

You wake to two strong arms wrapped around you and you smile as you think about last night’s activities. You’d had sex twice more before heading to bed, once in the shower and once in bed before drifting off into a blissful slumber.

‘Good morning.’ Brad rumbles beside you, kissing your neck as his hand cups your sex ‘Fuck you’re so sexy in the morning.’

‘Not too bad yourself.’ You reply as you roll onto your back, kissing him sweetly.

You gasp as he pushes two thick fingers into your heat, once again curling them perfectly and he fucks you with his fingers whilst kissing you with a passion you’d not felt in a while. You cum hard around his digits before pulling him on top of you and grabbing his length.

‘Fuck me now.’ You breathe against his lips as you pump him a few times, gasping as he pushes inside you.

‘Fuck.’ He whines as he starts to thrust, a little more lazily than last night.

It's a torturous pace and you soon find yourself getting fidgety, hands grabbing his toned ass as you try to get him to go deeper.

‘Harder.’

That's all he needs to lose himself completely, grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist as he pounds you with newfound energy. You cum together and he collapses into your arms, gently kissing your neck as you both come down from your high.

‘Do you want to stay for breakfast?’

‘Yeah.’

Frankie was watching TV with Emma when you go to collect her. Stepping inside you announce your arrival and pop your bags down before heading into the lounge and plopping yourself down beside them.

‘How was your evening?’ He asks as he turns his head to look at you.

‘Was great.’ You reply, grinning like an idiot ‘We uh… We had a lot of fun.’

‘Looks like.’ He scoffs and you give him a confused look.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘We’ll you clearly fucked him.’ He growls.

‘What?’

‘If your neck is anything to go by, it looks like he tried to have you for dinner.’ He mumbles, standing to grab a bottle for Emma.

‘So what if we did?’

‘I thought it was just dinner between friends.’ He snaps, unable to hold back his anger.

‘We had dinner, we talked and we fooled around.’ You shrug nonchalantly 'We have history so it's not like we're strangers or anything.'

‘Was it even any good?’ He spits ‘Was a bit of a selfish lover back in school if I remember.

‘Well I fucked him 3 times last night and twice this morning so I’d say it was good.’ You snarl, venom dripping from every word.

‘You haven’t been home?’ His expression changes and the hurt starts to fall through the cracks now.

‘No.’ You say plainly and he turns his back, unable to look at you ‘Why do you even care Frankie?’ You yell as you stalk into the kitchen ‘Why does it matter to you who I fuck.’

‘Because I’m in love with you.’ He shouts, cradling a now crying Emma against his chest ‘I’m in love with you.’ He repeats, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

Chapter 6

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velvetthunder1999 · 4 years

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All the time on Earth

Part 4 - Butterbeer Moments

Summary: You start to spend more and more time with George, and the two of you slowly start to getting to know each other

Warnings: None

Word count: 2.4K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

- Edited for grammar -

The three of you were sitting in the common room, leaning over the same piece of parchment on the table. Fred was doodling the last line of numbers on the bottom, while you and George were watching him with great anticipation.

“Finished!” Fred dropped the quill and tossed the parchment towards you “What do you think? Brilliant, if you ask me.”

You took the paper and looked over the numbers. You bit your lip, frowning.

“Oi, she doesn’t like it!” exclaimed Fred.

“Or she just cannot read your rubbish handwriting,” answered George to his brother, not taking his eyes off you. “Y/N? How is it?”

“It’s — not bad.”

“Not bad?” Fred was over the top acting offended. “This is the best price-product ratio there is!”

“Well, not exactly,” you said, pointing at the paper. “Look, here. You are offering one piece of Ton-Tongue Toffee for a galleon and a fake wand for three. But the Toffees take much more effort and money to manufacture than the wand.”

“So what are you saying?” asked George. “We can’t raise the price. Otherwise they won’t sell.”

“I’m saying if you wanna keep the price, try combine the two. Have you thought about releasing a booklet? People collect... let’s say ten signitures from you, one after every puchase and they’d get 10% off the next thing they buy. Sell the booklets individually for two galleons but put them in the box with the Toffees and the wand for free. Sell the boxes for five. Then people would buy it more and you get more money for some extra paper. You’ll make profit.”

The twins were staring at you, unusually quiet. You were quite satisfied with yourself. You were only thinking in the way you usually do when running your own business. It worked out for you, three years of success and counting. You didn’t mind helping out Fred and George, since they didn’t sell anything similar to the stuff you were selling.

“Well?” you asked impatiently. “What do you think?”

“You make it so complicated yet so easy” said Fred.

“George?”

“I like it. We can make more money but still not cheating our customers. It’s clean.”

“Yeah, all right,” Fred took the quill again and started writing. “Five galleons you say? Good. I’m showing it to Lee, ask what he’s thinking.”

He snitched the parchment and walked over to the window where Lee and Angelina were talking. You smiled at George and gathered your stuff.

“Well, I have to go to the library. Need to write my Charms essay.”

“To the library?” asked George, distraught. “It’s the middle of the winter break!”

“Well, some of us have to study for the exams, you know.”

“But you’re coming to the New Year’s Eve party tomorrow, right?”

“Of course I’m coming,” you said, putting your bag on your shoulders. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” —— You were playing Exploding Snap with Ginny by the window when you heard a loud cheer from the middle of the common room. It didn’t take you by surprise to see Fred standing on the table, juggling empty butterbeer bottles while George was standing by, raising his wand, navigating more and more glasses into his brother’s hand.

“It’s almost midnight,” Ginny said. “You want a drink?”

“Sure.”

She put down her cards and went to grab two glasses, but her seat didn’t stay empty for long. George left Lee the responsibility to throw the glasses at Fred, and sat down next to you instead.

“I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here alone,” he grinned. “But it’s all right now, I’m here to save you.”

“Yes, thank you for saving me from thirty seconds of loneliness,” you laughed, but let out a soft shriek when all the cards exploded on the table.

George picked them up and organized them into one pack. “Actually, I came here to ask you if you wanted to place a bet. The next task is almost here, you know.”

“Yesterday you scolded me for studying during the winter break but now you wanna talk about business?” you teased him. He seemed to like it when you did that.

“C’mon Y/N, business is different than some essay.”

“Wait, so asking for my money is always appropriate?” you pushed his shoulder playfully.

“All right, what about leaving the money out of it? Place your bet, and if you win I buy you a butterbeer at Hogsmeade after the task.”

“Please don’t let him make you gambling, Y/N,” said Ginny, returning with the drinks. She shot a suspicious look at her brother. “You’re not asking her to place bets, are you?

“It’s all right Ginny, George wouldn’t win a sickle from me if I didn’t let him,” you smiled at the boy, who was now leaning closer.

“But the Hogsmeade bet is on?”

“Yeah, sure. One butterbeer on Harry finishing first. Deal?” you offered your hand but when he shook it you felt your stomach jump.

“Deal. Grab your glasses ladies, it’s almost a brand new year!”

George had a really fun night after that, but sometimes he’d catch himself staring at you. He wasn’t sure what it was yet. You two had only been talking for a week and a half after all. Although, he enjoyed talking to you. You always seemed to match his cheerful tone, and you didn’t mind when he was joking around.

He shouted happy new years to you one more time when you decided to go to sleep. You waved him goodbye and he felt that nice warm feeling in his chest again. Was it so wrong, making new friends? He didn’t think so.

——

The next morning everyone woke up a bit late, and the majority of the students decided to hit the library, using the last day of the winter break to prepare for the next week’s classes. George however, had a different idea.

“Please Y/N,” begged the boy. “You already did all your homework. We should just go down to Hogsmeade, really.”

“I don’t know George, I’m really tired,” you said, massaging your temple. You didn’t get much sleep last night. “What about next weekend?”

“We should really do it this weekend,” said Fred, butting in. “We need to ask at Zonko’s if they’d sell our products. And at Honeydukes, too.”

“And why do you need me for that?”

“Well, you and the less handsome twin could talk to one place, me and Lee to the other. Meet up at the Three Broomsticks?”

George threw a pillow at Fred, but agreed to the idea. You also said yes, knowing that you’d just lie on the couch all day anyway.

The four of you headed down to the village, Fred and George walking up front while you were talking with Lee behind them. Then when the first houses started to show, you went separate ways.

“I shouldn’t have dressed this warm” you said, getting rid of your scarf. “It’s really hot today.”

“Yeah, I know” answered George, pointing at the ground. “Snow’s melting already.”

“Good. I don’t like snow.”

He stopped in his tracks, staring at you like he had just seen a ghost.

“What did you say?”

“What? I don’t like it.” you said. “It just makes walking so much harder.”

“All right now, stop,” he said, shaking his head while started walking again. “There’s nothing better than a good ol’ snowfight!”

“Yeah? So winter’s your favorite, then?”

“Yeah — No,” he shrugged, smile on his face. “I like every season for something else. You? I’m guessing winter’s a taboo.”

“I like winter — from the indoors,” you tried to save yourself. “Watching the snow from someplace where it can’t touch you. But I like autumn. It means school is starting again.”

“Well, that was an incredibly horrible thing to say.”

“What? Why?”

He started mocking you playfully.

“School is starting again!”

You pretended to be offended, then continued in a genuine tone.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like being here.”

“No, I like being here.”

“Then what?”

He hesitated.

“Well, mum, you know.”

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”

He glanced at you. You didn’t want to push him, though.

“Or don’t. If you don’t want to.”

“It’s all right. It’s just that — that mum really tries to push us. She wants us to study hard, work in the Ministry like Percy. But it’s not for us. Not for me and Fred, anyway.”

“So what do you wanna do?”

You still had two years left of Hogwarts, but you knew how hard it was to decide what you wanted to do later.

“Well — er — ” it was the first time you saw a shy smile on George’s face. “We want to open a joke shop.”

“Like Zonko’s?”

“Almost. Only bigger and better than that. With more pizzazz.”

“Yeah, I can see you doing that. I mean, if you keep making those Nosebleed things — and they actually work...” you gave him a snarky look and he laughed “...then why not do it? You’re not gonna be able to work for the Ministry if you just hate every minute of it.”

“Exactly.”

He nodded ceremoniously before opening the door to Honeydukes. He let you go in first, then you two headed straight to the cash register. While George was haggling, you were staring out the window, watching the street behind the shop. Just as you were turning away, you saw a huge black dog crossing the sidewalk. You were quite fond of dogs, so you followed it with your eyes until it disappeared behind a dumpster.

“All right, we’re ready,” said George, claiming your attention for himself again. “Three Broomsticks?”

“Let’s go,” you agreed, walking out the shop. “So, what did she say?”

“She said she’d talk to his husband, but she seemed to be interested. We should come back next week, though.”

“That’s a good start.”

Fred and Lee were not around yet so you sat down to one of the tables in the corner. You ordered two butterbeers and you finally got rid of your warm coat, after it turned out to be such an unnecessary item on this bright day.

“So what about the rest of your family?” you asked. “You said Percy is working at the Ministry.”

“Yeah, my dad also. He collects muggle items, too.”

“Really?”

“Well, more like garbage, actually,” he laughed. “Dad loves muggles. Finds them interesting. Mum thinks he’s mad, but — ” he shrugged “— it’s a hobby, you know.”

“And what about your other siblings? Charlie was just finishing in the year I was sorted.”

“Yeah, he works in Romania now. Studies dragons there. He brought the ones for the first task, too.”

“What, really?” your jaw dropped, then you took a sip. “Well, he clearly deserves all the money he’s earning cause that seems to be the most dangerous job I’ve ever heard of.”

George laughed then he drank, too.

“Yeah, and my other brother works in Egypt. Have you been?”

“Not really.”

“We visited him a year ago, it was amazing. Dad won a prize at the Ministry so we had the mon — er — we had the time to visit everything. Fred and I tried to lock Percy in a pyramid but mum didn’t let us.”

“I wonder why,” you giggled at the sight of his reminiscing face. “So what else did you do there — other than torturing your brother, of course?”

He told you everything about ‘one of his best summers’ as he called it, and you didn’t mind just listening, watching him talk. If two weeks ago someone had said to you that you’re gonna be here sitting with George Weasley, you wouldn’t see the point in that at all. But in this moment it felt like one of the most natural things you could do.

“Do you need another one?” George asked you as your drinks slowly started to run out. You hesitated, glanced at Madam Rosmerta, then turned back to George.

“If I do something will you tell on me?”

“What?” George asked, curious.

You checked the bar again, then took out your wand and held it under the table. You pointed at the glasses, said the refilling charm non-verbally, then watched how the glasses were full of butterbeer again a second later.

You looked at George, a shy expression on your face. You didn’t know what he was gonna say.

“I don’t always do this,” you started. “And I always pay for the first one. But sometimes money just runs short and I can’t always do something about it.”

You casted your eyes down. Suddenly you weren’t sure sharing your secret was a good idea. But George understood.

“No, I get it. I don’t always have much money either. I know it’s — mum and dad do the best they can but, you know — there’s a lot of us” he nodded.

“That’s why you’re trying to sell your fake wands?”

“Mm. Any way is a good way if it makes money. How did you do it, though?”

“Did what?”

“The spell. To refill the beer. You don’t learn non-verbal magic in your year. We only just started doing that.”

“Oh. Well, I learned it by myself. I had to, if I wanted to do stuff like this, you know.”

“But it’s still advanced level of magic.”

“Well, everything’s achievable with enough practice.”

“Blimey,” he said, quite amused. “You really are something.”

You felt the warmth in your chest again. You shot a grateful smile towards the boy sitting next to you.

“Thanks.”

“Isn’t it exhausting? Always studying, I mean.”

“I study while I’m home in the summer.”

“You study in your summer break? That’s outrageous!”

“Don’t really have anything else to do anyway.”

“Well, we can figure out something, go somewhere this summer. I mean, if it’s alright with your parents as well.”

“I don’t think they’d really mind. They’d be delighted, me leaving again.”

“Are they really that bad?” he asked, sadness in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you said in a low voice, then spoke in apathy. “It’s okay, though. I got quite used to it by now.”

George opened his mouth to answer but two extra glasses appeared on the table and chairs creaked on the floor next to you.

“You two were really fast!” Fred exclaimed while he and Lee took a seat. “You even had time to start drinking without us. How was Honeydukes, Georgie? What did they say?”

George needed a second to understand what the bloody hell Fred was talking about. He looked at you, confused, then to Lee, then tried to come up with some useful information. But his mind was elsewhere. From the corner of his eye he was watching you. And for the first time in his life he wished if only his brother had arrived a few minutes later.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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reader being best friends with carter while he's chasing serena but also being in love with him?

CARTER BAIZEN APPRECIATION SQUAD ASSEMBLE! (i promise i’ll get to non carter requests)

y/n and carter had known each other for a while

they had met during a summer at the hamptons when his parents invited her family over for dinner

she had helped him inside the house after returning from a particular night out which to his parents was a meeting with some of his friends to go over stuff for the new school year

from then onwards carter and y/n became friends

he would meet her in the back of her parents apartment and the two would drive around the nights of new york talking about their problems

it hadn’t taken long for y/n to fall in love with him

he was an attractive, smart man who seemed to have more goals other than the vapid boys she knew from st.judes

it wasn’t like she expected him to return her affections. she was his sister’s age, 3 years younger. she knew he wouldn’t be interested so she hid it deep inside her heart where no one would see it

after all she’d rather have a tiny bit of his heart than have to pretend he never existed

maybe she should’ve seen it coming that he would leave, but she didn’t and one afternoon as she knocked on his door to pick him up to go for their weekly lunch at his favourite spot was the moment she wished she could’ve avoided it

it was his mother who had opened the door, tight smile on her face, pity in her eyes as she stared at the girl in front of her “do you not know, sweetheart?” “am i supposed to know something?” “he left. says he doesn’t want anything to do with this family anymore”

her heart stopped for a while, the buzzing sound of her mind wondering why, why he wouldn’t tell her

it had been his sister caroline who had helped her through it, telling her he wasn’t even worth the hazzle, to instead focus on the much more attractive boys her age attending st.judes

y/n wasn’t interested but as time flew by she slowly learned to accept that he wasn’t returning

she had built a life for herself, becoming one of constance’s shining stars holding near perfect grades

she had also built a friendship with blair waldorf after serena had left her, both of them bonding over having someone leaving unexpectedly

“my mum was supposed to host a tea party for CeCe and she went to paris. usual” “do you need any help?” “wanna come? might make it less boring besides you still need a date for cotillion“ “well not everyone can have nate archibald for a date” “i am pretty lucky aren’t i? but you need a date, you cannot not have an escort. even serena is taking ... dan” “alright, i’ll go to the tea party” “perfect”

she should’ve not gone. she should’ve just accepted caroline’s invitation to go shop for a cotillion dress but she didn’t. she couldn’t see the future.

as she walked off the lift into the van der woodsen’s apartment, a familiar face showed, sat in a couch surrounded by girls

“y/n” blair rushed over to her side “i don’t want to frighten you but ... carter’s here” “i’ve seen.” “i want you to know that i didn’t invite him. cece invited him, she wants him to be serena’s escort.” “that’s fine” “are you sure? i could kick him out” “that’s fine”

it wasn’t fine.

she spent the whole tea party as further from him as possible, not sure of what to say to him or how to even react

although she had to admit it broke her heart that he wasn’t interested in even talking to her, instead looking her way and immediately turning to receive the praise of several girls

“he’s not even that attractive” blair rolled her eyes at her minions which were fauning over him “urgh, imagine being attracted to a wannabe matthew mcconaughey” “you don’t have to make me feel better, blair” “look at that last season suit. disgusting”

she stayed until the end of the party, chatting up with several people who came to ask about her family business and by the end of the party she had even started to help the maids bring dirty dishes into the kitchen

“you were always an odd one, i have to give you that” a voice made her drop the porcelain onto the soapy water and turn her face towards its direction. carter. “y/n, i’m really sorry” “yeah i could tell since you didn’t call or write after you left” “i didn’t have any way to contact you” “you didn’t even tell me you were leaving carter. do you know how it felt walking up to your house and having your mother tell me you left?” “i had to go y/n” “so have i, carter.”

she didn’t want to speak with him, she didn’t want to fall back into the state

at least she had decided not to speak with him until nate punched him at cotillion

“you look like shit” “thanks, y/n.” “i gotta say, i wanted to do that myself. nate stole that away from me” “how long are you gonna be upset with me, y/n?” “as long as i want” “c’mon, let’s do something together” “i said i would act civilised with you not lobotomised” “c’mon, y/n. i’ll pay” “do you even have any money? didn’t your parents cut you off?” “i’ll find a way” “... fine. the bar of the lotte new york palace

blair and caroline had told her not to go but she thought that it would be better to get it over and done with. to call it water under the bridge and not have him haunt her what ifs anymore

she found him at the bar of the palace, black suit on. he never used to wear suits, she still remembers him in his messy st. judes uniform, undone tie all the time

“you came” “i said i would” “i know you have every single reason to hate me but i miss you, y/n. i really do. i have so much to tell you” “some people would use a journal” “i fucked up, i know but ... second chance? you can punch me too if you want” “that’s a really good offer, i think i’m gonna pounder it” “how about i pick you up tomorrow night? late driving around new york” “you got yourself a deal, baizen”

soon enough she found herself in the same situation, still in love with him

he was still the same man, still the same chuckle, talking passionately about his projects, making stupid jokes

but one thing still was the same, the same thing she didn’t want to accept, he still would never reciprocate her feelings

“y/n, i can’t pick you up tonight. i have a date with serena.” “serena van der woodsen?” “yeah, do you mind?” “uh ... no... sure, go on”

her blood boiled out of jealousy

she always thought the reason he would never reciprocate her feelings was because she was younger but serena, serena was the same age as her and it stung, it stung so badly

she ended up at the house of the same person who could understand being jealous of serena : blair waldorf’s

“oh, please, y/n. seriously? carter? he’s so ... boring. god” “well i’m sorry blair not everyone can have their first time in the backseat of a limo with chuck bass” “hey now that nate is single maybe you should go out with him” “i’m not gonna go out with nate” “why you two would make such a nice couple” “i’m not in love with nate” “i’m sorry, y/n.”

she pretended it was okay

she would smile whenever he talked about serena

she would be next to him when she undoubtedly got him inside her petty little games with chuck

she would be there when he quit her and she would be there when he took her back

she was there for everything until one morning where she was woken up by someone banging on her door

“nate?” “something happened and you might want to sit down” “what happened? are you okay?” “serena left with carter last afternoon” “what do you mean?” “they left y/n, together.”

suddenly she found herself in the same spot she had been years ago abandoned

he returned later that summer during the races but this time she didn’t forgive him

she spent the day with dan and blair, mindlessly listening to serena talking about how carter followed her but she knew better

she knew they’d be back together and surely again they were

carter should feel happy, serena was back but he didn’t feel better

he felt ... empty, like something was lacking

whenever he laid down next to her and feel asleep he dreamed of y/n

he dreamed of her vintage oversized tees reaching her knees as she read her favourite books in his study

he dreamed of her laughter whenever he took her to a driver in theatre, fingers holding popcorns to her lips

he dreamed of her red tinted lips during festivities, dancing under streetlights singing showtunes, bitting her lips whenever she had a test

he convinced himself it was just missing her but part of him knew it wasn’t that

he should be with serena, her family approved, his family approved

so he stuck it out, convincing himself this was a phase just a phase

as serena dumped him on the side of the street he looked at the streetlight, remembering y/n in an oversized cardigan jumping puddles over it, twirling around it playfully

“what am i doing?”

he rushed down the streets of the upper east side like a mad man

he’d never walked this long

but he kept on walking, he kept on walking until he saw her apartment

he knocked on the door for what felt like a hundred times

“i’m coming” he could hear her sleepy voice from the other side and sure enough, soon enough the sound of her steps became too loud and she opened the door “carter, what are y...” “let me just say something okay? then you can shut the door” “it’s 1 AM” “please” “20 seconds” “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry, i should’ve told you when i left years ago, i shouldn’t have left with serena. i should’ve stayed with you. you always listened to me, you always believed in me and i always let you down. i miss you, i miss having fights with you about star wars plots, speaking with you on the phone at 5 AM, trying to make you laugh when you were upset. i miss seeing your sleepy smile every single morning, i miss you” “carter” “all this time being with her i just kept thinking about doing those things with you. taking you to cotillion, dance with you, be at your graduation and help you move into college, take you to fancy bars and restaurants, buy you flowers and everything else money can afford and i missed out on it, i missed out on it and i cannot give them to you. but here’s what i propose ... i wanna be there when you graduate from college, i wanna be there to help you move into your very first apartment, i want to be there when you start your first job, i wanna be there for you.” “you’re not one to stick around, carter” “let me try, please let me try” “isn’t this your third chance?” “i will ask you for a million chances as long as i get to see you for the rest of my life”

#carter baizen headcanons #carter baizen headcanon #sebastian stan

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A Baker’s Dozen

some saccharine sweetness because quarantine means time to write again and all i wanted to produce was hinny fluff :) read on AO3

“Something smells good,” Harry calls, on arriving home. He follows his nose to the kitchen, where Ginny is eyeing a cake she has clearly just pulled out of the oven. “Oh, yum. Is that dinner?”

She pulls a face, and swats him away when he tries to reach for it, so he settles for wrapping his arms around her waist, and they stand there, pressed against each other, surveying it. “It’s for Helen’s birthday,” she explains. “Which is tomorrow, and I don’t have time to bake another, so no touching.”

“I didn’t realise you and Helen were that close?” says Harry. Helen was one of three Healers the Harpies employed to ensure their team were at the peak of their physical fitness. As far as he could remember, though, she mostly worked with their reserve squad, so Ginny, who was always in the starting seven, didn’t have that much contact with her.

“It’s this new thing we’re trialling at work this year,” she explains. “We were just getting absolutely inundated with cake—whenever it was someone’s birthday, everyone would bake a cake and bring it in. Gwynog was starting to worry about our nutritional intake. So this year, she made us pull names out of a hat, and whosever name you got, you and you alone were responsible for baking their birthday cake. Everyone went in, all the players and coaches and Healers, and I got Helen.”

“Well if it tastes as good as it smells, she should count herself lucky,” Harry declares.

“It does,” say Ginny with confidence. “There was some stuck to the bottom of the tin that I helped myself to. And no,” she adds, “there is no more.”

“That’s terrible,” he teases, “I’m cake-deprived. You’re a terrible girlfriend.”

She rolls her eyes, grinning. “Yeah, yeah,” she says. “Honestly, though, I’m more worried about how it looks. Last month, Jen brought this amazing cake done out in the Harpies colours for Miriam’s birthday, and when we cut it open, a load of confetti and fireworks burst out of it. This might taste okay, but it doesn’t look great, and I’m not exactly skilled on the icing front...”

For all the tempting smells, Harry has to admit it is very misshapen. Ginny isn’t going to win any marks for presentation, that’s for sure. “I’d never want to eat a green cake, though,” he says loyally.

Ginny smiles, and extracts herself from his arms. “Even though you’re cake-deprived?”

“Even though I’m cake-deprived,” he confirms. She’s digging around inside the cupboard now, and pulls out a jar of buttercream and some candles, each of which are shaped into the letters of ‘happy birthday’.

“I’ve got this—shop-bought, but don’t tell anyone—and some edible glitter,” she says. “If I pile it on, it should hide any lumps, and then I’ll stick the candles on. It won’t win any awards, but it should do, right?”

Harry nods. “Don’t overthink this,” he assures her. “If it tastes good, no one will care what it looks like. I just think it’s nice that everyone at the club will get an additional birthday cake on their birthday. A family-and-friends cake and a work cake. That’s great! When I was a kid, I’d have killed for just one cake. I mean, it’s not like the Dursleys ever...” He trails off, aware that Ginny is looking at him in that way she does sometimes.

Well, ‘sometimes’.

She only ever looks that way—shocked, even appalled for a moment, then quietly, utterly furious—when he mentions one thing: the Dursleys. She opens her mouth, closes it for a long moment, then, when she speaks again, her tone is very, very carefully controlled. “You never had a birthday cake, growing up?” she asks.

“I guess my parents must have, my first year...” he says. “I don’t know, there aren’t any pictures. But then I didn’t have one again until my eleventh, you know, when Hagrid turned up.” He’s trying to make light of it, to move the conversation on, but he can’t be doing a very good job because Ginny continues to look absolutely furious. “You know, on the scale of all the things the Dursleys did, not giving me a birthday cake is not that big of a deal—”

Ginny makes one of her angry cat noises. “When we were kids...well, you know how poor we were,” she says, a moment later. “Some years, our birthday presents were just hand-me-down clothes wrapped up in old newspaper because Mum and Dad literally couldn’t afford to get us anything else. Not even proper wrapping paper. But we always, always had a birthday cake. And Mum never skimped, either. It was always whatever flavour we wanted, nothing too much trouble, decorated however we chose!”

“Your Mum is really good at baking,” Harry jumps in, trying to head her off as her voice rises in agitation. “I mean, that Snitch cake she did for my seventeenth? Made up for all the ones I didn’t get!”

“And it’s not like Mum and Dad were doing anything unusual there. Every kid gets birthday cake. That’s your job as an adult,” Ginny carries on regardless, and Harry realises he hasn’t done a great job in calming her down. “Even if you go to the shop and buy it because you’re crap at baking. Even if you’re dentists like Hermione’s parents and don’t believe in sugar, you still get a cake. And maybe it’s not that big of a deal compared to the other stuff those people did, but it is just another example of how they are absolute, complete—”

“Alright,” Harry says hastily. “It’s okay, Gin, honestly it is. I’m over it. They’re the past, now, and I survived, and—”

“They are terrible people,” she says, shaking her head. “What you said earlier about being cake-deprived—”

“That was just a dumb joke,” he says. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Honestly I’m not traumatised by it, I was just kidding.”

“I know, I know,” she says. She sighs, and puts down the tub of buttercream she’s been holding onto, waving it around in agitation as she speaks. “I know it was just a joke, but it is true. You were cake-deprived. And yes, like you say, on the scale of all the things they did to you, it’s not that big of a deal. But it’s just so representative of what despicable humans they are. You had eleven birthdays without a single cake—and I assume no cards or presents, too?”

“No cards or presents, yes, but not eleven birthdays—Hagrid came through for me, remember? So just ten. Well, nine, I guess, because my parents must have done one when I was one, like I said. It’s fine, I swear.” She gives him a look. “I guess next birthday, rather than a present, you can just bake me nine cakes, plus one for this year, so a nice round ten, and I’ll be all caught up, yeah?” he says.

Ginny still looks troubled, so he tries to make more of a joke of it by going back to the cake she made for her colleague, which is still on the worktop. “Actually, I could start by eating this one, and...” He flicks his wand at it, so it starts levitating, and he pretends to take a bite.

She pulls a face again. “Damage my cake, Potter, and I’ll make you pay,” she says, but her heart isn’t in the teasing like it usually is.

“Ooh, sounds fun,” he tries, but carefully lowers it back down nonetheless. Then he walks over to her and wraps his arms around her again, and she rests her head on his chest. “Honestly, don’t spare them any thought,” he says. “They are terrible people. I know this. The no-birthday-cake thing was an awful thing to do to a kid, and I used to get upset about it. But now, I’m over it. Really.”

She gives him a look—not disbelieving, as such, but still not completely convinced that he’s not just saying these things to make her feel okay. She thinks its subtle, but he, of course, understands. “Look,” he says, “I have you, and Ron and Hermione, and everything and everyone else, and I am happy. And they are sad, sad individuals living their sad, sad lives and they will be until the end. Who wins, really?”

“Well,” she says, “when you put it like that...”

“It’s obvious,” he agrees. Then he grins. “This summer, we’ll do a cake-tasting, or something. Like wine-tasting, but with cake. Much better.”

She laughs. “Cake-tasting! I am on board.”

“See, it’s almost like they did me a favour!” he says.

Ginny wrinkles her nose. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far…”

Her cake for Helen, while not one that sets the world on fire, goes down just fine at work. Harry, meanwhile, is normal. Happy. Busy with work, sure, but he shows no signs of lasting trauma after their conversation. Not that Ginny expects it: even after all these years, she’s still not used to the casualness with which he will announce something totally shocking about his past. Not being given a birthday cake is clearly not on a par with having bars put on his bedroom window, or being forced to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs.

But it still shocks her to her core.

And she can’t shake it. She has half a mind to organise the cake-tasting he’d been joking about, but truthfully, baking has never been her strong suit, and she doesn’t want to let anyone else know, for Harry’s sake. She knows he mentions things about his upbringing to Ron and Hermione sometimes, but she also knows she has to let him drive these conversations. Her mentioning this latest revelation to them would only upset him. So she keeps quiet, until, one day in early June, nearly a month later, it comes to her.

“When do you come off nights, again?” she asks him, over breakfast-for-dinner.

“Wednesday, why?” he asks. “You want to do something?”

“I’m feeling a party coming on,” she replies. “Friday sound good?”

“Sure,” Harry says, “but what’s the occasion?”

“Well, we had our housewarming back in February,” she says, referring to the party they had when they had officially moved in to Grimmauld Place together. “But we never had a garden warming.”

“Well, no,” Harry says, “because the garden’s tiny. Not much to warm.”

“It’s big enough for our lot,” she replies. This is hard to argue with: ‘our lot’ can anything from the two of them, Ron and Hermione, to everyone. At their housewarming, ‘our lot’ meant assorted Weasleys (a houseful on their own); other ex-DA and Order members; some of Ginny’s fellow Harpies; a few colleagues of Harry and Ron’s from the Auror Department; anyone who’s ever been employed at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes; and a fluctuating number of plus ones as all of the above get into, and sometimes out of, relationships. Harry somehow senses, by the gleam in Ginny’s eye, that this time she’s means everyone.

“The forecast’s good,” she adds. “The garden is pretty big, plus we’ve got the kitchen—and the rest of the house if it comes to it. BYOB, we’ll get a few snacks in, get Lee to play for us... It’ll be fun!”

It would be fun, Harry had to admit. The parties the two of them threw were not usually anything special, really—they didn’t spend lots of money on entertainment, just invited people round, asked them to bring drinks, and left it at that—but this was what made them special. Their housewarming had been ace: why not a garden warming?

“If you insist,” he says, rolling his eyes like she’s asked him for a kidney, and she laughs.

“That’s settled, then,” she says, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll let everyone know: party here on Friday. Get your dancing shoes out, Potter!”

Come Friday, Ron and Hermione are the first to arrive.

Harry’s in the garden, magicing up some extra chairs when they apparate in, and he waves them over, giving Hermione a hug while Ron carefully arranges a cake on the centre of the table Ginny’s set up. This takes longer than it should, and both Harry and Hermione watch, amused. “Behold,” he says, when it’s placed precisely how he wants it. “Pumpkin pie and custard cake.” He waits for a flourish which doesn’t come.

“Er…?” says Harry.

“I told you it sounded revolting,” Hermione says, rolling her eyes affectionately.

Ron looks mortally wounded. “How dare you!” he says. “I have spent hours concocting the precise recipe for a cake-pie hybrid, and this—”

“Oh please, not the cake-pie speech again!” she cuts in, throwing her hands up in front of her face in horror. “I swear, ever since he took up baking he’s become absolutely unbearable,” she adds to Harry and Ginny, who has just appeared from inside the house.

“You just can’t deal with the fact that I’m better at something than you,” Ron says smugly.

“Oh...whatever,” she replies, trying—unsuccessfully—to hide her smile. “Anyway, Ginny, how are you?”

Before she can answer, they are interrupted by Dean and Seamus, who have just arrived. Harry knew Ginny had invited them, so their presence is not exactly unexpected. What is unexpected is what is in the box they are holding, and the shriek Hermione lets out on seeing it. “Is that a Colin the Caterpillar cake?!” she squeals.

“Sure is,” grins Dean. Seamus gives an I-don’t-know-either shrug in the direction of the two Weasleys, but Hermione is all but clawing it out of Dean’s hands.

“I have never wanted something for my birthday as much as I wanted one of these,” she sighs almost dreamily. “But my parents were absolutely horrified by the sugar content and wouldn’t let me have one. Plus, they said it was rampant consumerism when a perfectly good, unbranded plain sponge cake would do just fine. Which probably wasn’t too far wrong. But...oh, goodness, you must let me have a piece.”

Dean laughs. “Of course! We always got one every year for our birthdays when we were kids.”

“Dudley used to love ’em,” Harry says. “One year, he had three. One just for him, and the other two to be split between the rest of the kids at the party. But he still ate the face from both of them.”

“What are they?” asks Ron, looking slightly displeased at the excitement Hermione is showing for a shop-bought cake in a box, especially after she was less than enthused about his own creation.

“Chocolate swiss roll smothered in chocolate, with a white chocolate face and feet, and smarties for decoration,” Dean says promptly.

“That sounds—” Ron begins.

“Incredible,” Ginny nods, and everyone laughs. Harry briefly wonders why the two of them have brought a muggle children’s cake to the party, but then Seamus starts ribbing Ron about the Cannons’ last game, Hermione disappears inside with Ginny in search of more plates, and Katie Bell arrives, distracting him.

“Hi, Katie,” he says, waving her over. She’s apparated into the yard like the others had, and she, too, is carefully carrying a cake on a plate.

“Hi, Harry!” she says. “Thank you so much for having us over, it’s great to see you again. Can I put this on the table?”

“Uh...sure,” he says. He eyes the cake with some confusion, which she sees, but misinterprets.

“It’s pineapple upside-down cake,” she explains. “Only,” she adds, sounding slightly worried. “I’ve never made it before. So I’m not sure if it’s actually pineapple right-side-up cake.”

“As long as it tastes good, right?” he asks, deciding to roll with it.

“That’s the spirit,” Katie says, laughing. “Anyway, how are you?” They chat about inconsequential things for a few moments, and it never seems to him quite the right time to ask why she’s brought a home-made, slightly wonky looking pineapple upside down cake to a garden party. But when Bill and Fleur, and then Susan Bones and her partner arrive almost simultaneously, both couples carrying cakes as well, he starts to suspect something is up.

Susan has brought a very neat Victoria sponge cake, dusted with icing sugar and layered with strawberry jam and cream. It is, Harry thinks, a very Susan cake. Bill and Fleur have bought Victoire (who is to go down a storm: later, they’ll say they’re only going to stay for a half an hour, but will end up staying nearly three, mostly because they get to nap whilst the baby is passed around and cooed over) and a galette des rois.

“Of course, traditionally, one only eats this at the New Year,” Fleur explains. “But Ginny said—” unfortunately, Ron, Dean and Katie Bell all burst out laughing at something Seamus has said at this exact moment, and Harry doesn’t hear exactly what Ginny said, though he’s starting to suspect, “—and so I could not not introduce you all to French culture.” She makes her you’re welcome face, but fortunately Victoire starts squawking and her attention is diverted before Harry has to come up with a response.

A few more people arrive: Oliver Wood, looking very sheepish with two muffins he confesses he stole from the Puddlemere staff canteen at the last moment, having forgotten Ginny’s request; Parvarti and Lavender, carrying a honey cake. George and Angelina arrive with a delicious-looking chocolate cake which everyone eyes with intense suspicion until Angelina rolls her eyes and loudly says that she made it at which point everyone relaxes. (When the first person to take a bite from it turns into a large cockatoo for a moment, a la the Canary Creams, she rolls her eyes again and says that she said she made it, not that she wasn’t also capable of creating a Wheeze. Fortunately, the cake itself so delicious that nobody actually minds turning into a parrot).

While this is all going on, Ginny remains in the kitchen, or else when she comes outside, she’s always deep in conversation with someone. At first, it seems natural—she’s always been sociable, but after a while, Harry starts to think she’s avoiding him. Glancing in through the window, he sees her talking in the kitchen with a couple of girls from the Harpies’ squad who have just arrived, with, it appears, a large cake apiece.

Everyone wants to say hello to Harry when they get there, so he ends up taking up residence by the table on the yard for a while, welcoming everyone and watching the cakes pile up. He starts to feel like he’s ended up at the village show by mistake and will be asked to judge everyone’s offerings. Alicia Spinnett turns up with what is essentially a giant, handmade cauldron cake, and Percy brings something covered in buttercream with rows of sweet cherries on the top that are so neatly arranged Harry suspects he used a set square.

Lee Jordan brings his decks and an incredibly boozy trifle; Harry makes a mental note to not let anyone who has a helping also have any of Hannah Abbott’s Firewhiskey fruitcake. “Half the bottle’s in there, I swear,” Neville says, when they place it down among the growing collection. Hannah elbows him and makes a comment that the other half would’ve been in there, too, had he not helped himself to it, and they walk off, laughing.

The party already has a good vibe to it and it’s hardly begun—the weather’s turning into summer, and so the yard is warm, but not stifling and Ginny’s placed flobberworms in jars around the place which give the yard a magical luminosity. Lee sets up his music, everyone’s talking and laughing, drinks in hand, and Harry’s just about to go over to where Ron and Neville appear to be having a very animated conversation when someone places a plate down on the now bulging table. While Harry logically knows it must be a cake, if only because literally everyone else has bought one, it bares a startling resemblance to burnt toast.

“I’m sorry,” says Dennis Creevey, by way of a greeting. “It’s a travesty, I know. I wouldn’t have bought it, but I was too scared of Ginny to turn up empty handed.” He tips Harry a wink, and Harry grins back.

“You realise you could’ve stopped off at the corner shop and picked up something readymade?” he says.

Dennis makes a show of slapping himself on the forehead, like he forgot something really obvious. “See, mate, this is why you’re the Auror and I’m not. Can’t think on my feet, me,” he says. “No, seriously, that did occur to me. But I wasn’t sure what the rules were with non-homemade things.”

“The rules?” Harry asks.

“Yes, you know, after Ginny’s frankly terrifying invitation.”

“I seem to have misplaced mine,” Harry says, “remind me again what she said?”

“We bumped into each other last week in Diagon Alley,” Dennis replies. “And she’s all, oh, we’re having this party next Friday, are you free? And I said yes, and she said we’ll that’s great, we’ll see you around seven, oh and on pain of death, bring a cake. So I asked what kind of cake, and she said that any would do. But she said she was concocting a special punishment for anyone who turned up empty-handed. I mean, she sounded like she was joking. But d’you remember the fancy dress party, last winter? And what happened to Percy, when he didn’t turn up in costume?”

“I do,” Harry says, matching his grave tone. “Well, we can’t have a repeat of that.”

“Anyway, I asked: why cake? I mean, fancy dress at least makes sense, right?” Harry nods, and Dennis carries on, oblivious to his sudden focus. “And she just said, and I quote, ‘I just love cake, and so does anyone with a brain, so why not have a party where all there is to eat is cake?’”

“Why not indeed,” Harry says. It’s such a Ginny thing to do: make up something that sounds like a silly game, a quirk, a touch of whimsy. Let everyone think it’s just because that’s how she is, but actually, make it a secret present to him.

Truth be told, he’d forgotten about their conversation a couple of weeks ago, when his joke about being cake-deprived had accidentally become A Thing. But clearly she hadn’t, and not only has she now done all this for him, she’s done it in such a way that no one will ever know. She’s squared it so that no one will ever know about the Dursleys and their treatment of him, but he gets all the cakes he missed out on anyway. It’s the silliest thing—it’s just cake!—but at the same time, it’s the best thing.

“...think it’ll be okay?”

Harry blinks. “Sorry, what was that?”

“My cake,” Dennis says. “I know it’s a disaster, but do you think it’ll count?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll vouch for your monstrosity,” he says cheerfully. “Besides—and I never thought I’d say this—I think if anything we might have too much cake.”

“Nah,” says Dennis. “No such thing.” Harry laughs, and then Dennis is summoned over by George, leaving Harry free to do what he wants to most right now: find Ginny.

What he gets, instead, is Luna.

Despite the fact that she’s pretty much the last person to arrive, and so the table by which he’s still standing is now absolutely covered with cakes of all description, she still manages to look incredibly vague as she places one down next to all the others. It looks like a fairly basic sponge, except that it’s a rich purple colour and covered with a bright orange frosting. “Oh, hello Harry,” she says, looking slightly surprised to see him at his own house party. “Fancy seeing you here. Would you like a piece of my cake?”

Harry thinks he would rather eat a slice of Dennis’s burnt monstrosity—would rather eat the whole thing—but gamely agrees, then, with an overly-dramatic slap on the forehead, exclaims that he doesn’t have a knife to cut a piece. “Not to worry!” Ron and Hermione have appeared, both carrying several knives and forks, and a pile of plates. “Ginny sent us out with these.”

Harry looks over, and finds her now talking to Bill and Fleur, baby Victoire balanced on her hip. As he watches, she carefully hands Victoire over to her parents, then slides over to where Susan Bones and her partner are talking, saying something which makes them both laugh, then drops in to say hi to Lavender and Parvati, getting briefly drawn into whatever good-natured debate they’re having. She flits in between everyone’s conversations, and maybe it’s just him projecting, but it feels like everyone lights up when she joins them.

She catches him staring at her when she’s midway through a chat with Neville and Hannah, and even though they’ve been together for years now, it still makes him blush. She winks at him, and smirks, and he deliberately looks away, making a conscious effort to refocus on the conversation at hand. Luna is going into great detail about her cake, which appears to be made of Dirigible Plums, chocolate, and Gillywater essence, which both sounds revolting and, according to Hermione, is not technically legal.

“...should let her know that distilled Gillywater is a class-three non-tradeable—”

“What was that, sorry?” Luna says, and Hermione opens her mouth again, looking vexed.

“Hermione was just saying how delicious your cake looks,” Ron says smoothly, and Luna looks flattered.

“You should give Ron the recipe,” Ginny adds, coming over to join them. “He’s a fantastic baker, and he’d love to try it.”

“You must have the first slice!” beams Luna. Ron looks panic-stricken. “Is there a knife? And some plates?”

“Oh, look at that, we’re out of plates,” Ron says, quickly sliding a stack behind Alicia Spinnet’s giant cauldron cake.

Harry catches Ginny’s eye, then they both have to look away for fear of laughing.

Fortunately, Neville comes over and start asking Luna about some new species of Murtlap which has been bred by a team of Magizoologists in Argentina, and the conversation turns away. Hermione starts magically slicing the cakes, and Ron goes rooting around in the kitchen for all the cutlery he can find, whilst Ginny walks around the different groups, inviting people to dig in.

And dig in they do: everyone, it turns out, thinks a cake party is an excellent idea (“But then it would be, wouldn’t it?” Ginny says when Lavender says this to her, “I thought of it!”). The music is turned up, darkness falls, and the drinks flow, and it’s certainly well into the early hours before the last stragglers have left. Ron and Hermione offer to stay to help with the clearing up, but Harry and Ginny both wave them away. “We’ll do it in the morning,” Ginny says, yawning. “The proper morning,” she adds, glancing at Gideon Prewett’s battered old watch on Harry’s wrist. And, after a final round of goodbyes, it’s suddenly just the two of them in the yard.

Well, the two of them and the remains of upwards of twenty cakes.

Ginny lets out a huge, long yawn which leads into a full body stretch and Harry seizes the moment to reach out and pull her close, dropping a kiss down on her head. “Thank you,” he says quietly.

“...mmm?” she responds, snuggling in.

He could brush it off, pretend he’s said nothing—or at least nothing of any importance—and lead her off to bed, but somehow that doesn’t seem right. “Thank you,” he says again, more clearly. She’s been burrowing into his chest, but she stops for a moment, not pulling away, exactly, but certainly not going any further.

“Harry,” she says, very very softly—and it’s clear that, as usual, she know exactly what is is he is saying, even when he’s not saying anything at all.

“Thank you,” he says, for a third time, and more firmly still. “Thank you for tonight, and for the cakes, and for...for everything. It means a lot.”

She pulls back far enough that she can see his face, and her own has never looked so loving. She gives him a smile so small as to be almost shy. “I’m glad,” she says, and he thinks, then, that it is impossible for anyone to have ever understood another person as much as she understands him, and that he must be the luckiest person living. She gives his arm the gentlest squeeze. “It was a good night,” she says, and he nods in agreement.

“There’s just one thing...” she says hesitantly. She seems to be pausing, collecting her words, and Harry turns his head ever so slightly to one side.

“What is it?” he asks after a moment, as she hesitates. He wonders if she’s leading up to a question about the Dursleys, something sensitive and delicate which leaves her reaching carefully for the right words.

“Oh...” she says. “Just...” It happens so fast that he can hardly credit it—but, he supposes, she is an international Quidditch star, known for her almost inhuman reflexes. Still, it crosses his mind that his boss, Gawain Robards, might be less than enamoured to know that the leading light of his Auror department can be caught out by a five foot one menace, shouting “Gotcha!” and shoving the remains of Percy’s buttercream sponge in his face.

He blinks for a moment, pulling his glasses off to wipe them on his shirt even as he can feel the rest of the icing sliding down his face. Ginny’s musical laughter comes from somewhere over to his right, as she’s sensibly stepped out of retaliation’s way, and he freezes in place for a few seconds. The laughter trails away, until: “...Harry?”

And then he moves, lunging towards Luna’s Dirigible Plum cake, grabbing a handful, and lobbing it in her direction. Her shriek lets him know he hasn’t missed his target, even shooting (practically) blind. He takes the moment to wipe his glasses clean, placing them back on his face just in time to see her eyes narrow.

“Oh, Potter,” she says, grinning in delight. “It is on.”

My thanks to Emily, for the encouragement, and everyone who’s ever re-written *that* HBP movie mince pie scene, for the inspo x

#hinny #hinnyfic #hpfic #my writing #*waves* hey hi hello i'm trying out this writing thing again bc i have some spare time bc i'm furloughed from the museum #and it's the easter break at uni so no teaching for a little while #and because i really REALLY don't want to write my thesis #how are we doing?#if you've read this far into my nonsense tags pls feel free to leave me prompts BUT ONLY sweet fluffy nonsense prompts #this is no time for angst

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wonkasmissstarshine · 3 years

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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.19

GIF not mine. Credit goes to owner.

Summary: Rose goes shopping with her friends and they notice that she seems different. But in a good way.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers @sleepiesapphicxoxo

In the course of two days, Rose had barely seen Charlie or Willy. Of course, she did see Charlie during meals, but as soon as he was finished eating, he'd quickly run out of the house. She'd ask her parents about it, but all they did was shrug. Though, they had knowing grins on their faces. Obviously, if Charlie was up to something, Mr and Mrs Bucket knew something about it.

"I know you all know something" Rose accused her parents, as she was helping her mother and Grandpa Joe with the dishes. Mrs Bucket did the washing, Rose did the drying, and Grandpa Joe put the clean dishes away.

"I'm telling you, dear. We don't know what Charlie is up to" Mrs Bucket said.

"Oh, alright" Rose gave up on trying to pry for information. "It's just been two days I've barely seen Charlie, and even Willy. I miss them both" She frowned at that.

"Well tomorrow is your birthday" Grandpa Joe said, trying to perk up Rose. "I'm sure you'll see both of them tomorrow. They wouldn't forget about you on your birthday"

"I suppose you're right, Grandpa" Rose agreed with him.

"Darling, since it's your birthday tomorrow, you get to pick what kind of feast we have" Mrs Bucket said. She gave her daughter some money. Just enough that she could buy a whole feast. "Why don't you head to market? Pick out whatever you like"

"Thanks, mum" Rose said, giving Mrs Bucket a kiss on the cheek. "Do you suppose it's alright if I invite my friends over for dinner tomorrow?"

"I suppose that'd be alright" Mrs Bucket nodded. "We can set up a table and eat out in the meadow"

"Wonderful!" Rose cheered. She slipped on her jacket and gave all her grandparents kisses on the cheeks. "I'll be back in an hour or two" And with that, Rose was out the door.

"That girl is going to have the most wonderful day tomorrow!" Grandma Georgina said happily.

******

Rose stopped by the pie shop to see if one of her friends wished to come to the market with her. Plus, she did need to invite them to dinner for tomorrow evening. She had to enter through the back as the shop was closed for inventory day.

"Rose! My dear!" Mrs Mason was the first to greet her.

"Hello, Mrs Mason" Rose greeted back. The others greeted her too, busy with their current tasks.

"It's a big day tomorrow. Your birthday no less!" Mrs Mason said. "And I'm working on something very special for you. I just need to make sure you'll be by tomorrow to pick it up"

Rose knew that Mrs Mason was talking about the cake. "Actually, why don't you bring it by the factory tomorrow evening, and join my family, Willy and I for dinner tomorrow?"

"Really? You want me to join you for dinner?" Mrs Mason's heart warmed at the gesture. "I would love to my, dear"

"In fact, all of you are invited for dinner!" Rose said to the others.

"You mean, like at your house? Which is in the factory?" Eleanor asked.

"Well, of course. Where else would we eat?"

"Well there is that fancy restaurant" Felix answered.

"Yeah, but it's so boring compared to the factory!" Rose answered with a small giggle. It was similar to the way Willy would laugh. "Think about it. Would you rather eat in a crowded restaurant with absolutely no personality? Or, eat in a beautiful meadow with candy grass, trees and plants, and a chocolate river and waterfall!"

"I'm sorry" Danny muttered, not believing his ears. "Did you say meadow with candy grass?"

"All I heard was chocolate river and waterfall" Priscilla sighed dreamily. "I'm there for dinner! I'm definitely there!"

"Me too!" Eleanor said.

"Count me in, too!" Felix cheered.

"Rose, I'll absolutely be there for you because it's your birthday" Danny said. "Whether we're dining in a candied meadow or bland restaurant"

"Yay!" Rose cheered, clapping her hands. "Now, would someone like to come with me to the market? I get to pick what we eat tomorrow"

"Why don't we all go?" Mrs Mason suggested. "We've done all the important stuff for today, and that way we can chip in for Rose's birthday dinner fund so she won't have to spend a penny for her own birthday"

"And that way you can all pick what you'd like to have at the dinner" Rose added.

"Sounds like a plan!" Priscilla stated. And with that, everyone followed Rose out the door and to the market.

******

Mrs Mason pushed the shopping cart while everyone, who were basically her five children, picked the food they wanted and threw it into the cart. "Can we go down the breakfast aisle? I need some breakfast cereal" Felix asked. Rose stopped in her step. She faced him with a grimaced look. Felix grew confused as to why she was looking at him like that. "What?"

"Do you know what breakfast cereals are made of?" Rose asked, quirking her head to the side. "It's those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners" She motioned the pencil shavings with her hands. It was awfully similar to the way Willy once described breakfast cereals.

"Ok, ew" Felix mumbled.

Mrs Mason had been observing throughout the day. Something was different about Rose. But it was a good different. Her behaviour was definitely more childlike. Her mannerisms were also different. And whenever they passed by some kind of candy or sweet, Rose would explain things about it passionately, like it's been something she's known well her whole life.

Like when they had passed by the selection of chocolates. "Did you know that chocolate contains a property that triggers the release of endorphins?" Rose giggled dreamily. "It gives one the feeling of being in love"

Or when they passed by some cotton candy. Rose giggled to herself. "You guys wouldn't believe what cotton candy is actually made of! In fact, I better keep that one to myself..."

Rose walked on ahead, as everyone else crowded together. Priscilla was the one to bring up the thought that was on everybody's mind. "Is it just me or is Rose... different?"

"Yeah" Danny agreed, slowly nodding his head. "She's not as quiet or sheltered as she once was"

"Yeah, she's more quirky and childlike" Eleanor added. "And have you guys noticed she talks with her hands a lot now?"

"But it's not necessarily a bad thing" Felix was quick to say. "In fact, I'm liking this new Rose a lot!"

"My dears, there is a reason she's acting this way" Mrs Mason said. She wore a knowing smile. "But I'll leave it to you four to figure out why. In fact, you'll find out tomorrow when we go over for dinner"

Mrs Mason walked ahead with a smirk on her face. Priscilla, Eleanor, Danny, and Felix all shared confused glances with each other. "That woman always knows more than she lets on" Danny commented.

"But that's what makes her so wise" Eleanor said.

******

Rose had help from her friends getting all the groceries back to the factory. They all said their goodbyes, before leaving Rose on her own. One by one, she brought the bags of food into the factory. She was really excited for tomorrow! She really couldn't wait for her friends to see the factory, but more importantly, meet Willy. As soon as she entered the factory, she made a noise, and some Oompa-Loompas came to greet her.

"Hello!" She greeted them. Rose had grown really close with the Oompa-Loompas. "Do you think you could help me out? I have a lot of food here for my birthday dinner tomorrow and I need some help carrying it back to the house"

The Oompa-Loompas crossed their arms over their chest and bowed to her. Rose smiled and bowed back to them. Then, one Oompa-Loompa stepped forward. Rose crouched down so the Oompa-Loompa could talk in her ear. "Really? You'd be willing to cook? Oh, thank you! And if you could set up a table somewhere in the meadow, I'd really appreciate that too!"

The Oompa-Loompas grabbed all the food and carried it away, further into the factory. Rose smiled to herself, and with a skip in her step, made her way back to the house. "Good news, mum!" Rose announced when she entered the house. "The Oompa-Loompas said they'd handle the cooking tomorrow!"

Mrs Bucket smiled. "I thought it was your birthday tomorrow, not mine" She said. She loved cooking for her family, but it will be nice to have a day off from that. "Will your friends be over for dinner tomorrow?"

"They will" Rose confirmed with a nod. "Oh, by the way, my friends paid for all the food so you can have this back" She reached into her pocket and pulled out the money, presenting it to Mrs Bucket.

"That's alright, darling. You keep that" Mrs Bucket said, refusing to take the money. "Consider that birthday money to spend on whatever you like"

"Oh, thank you, mum!" Rose smiled at her, putting the money back in her pocket. "Though, I think I'd like to spend it on Charlie"

As if on cue, Charlie walked through the door. "Hello!" He greeted everyone.

"Hello, Charlie!" All the Buckets greeted back.

"You look like you've been busy, Charlie" Rose commented.

"I have. Mr Wonka and I have been working on something very important" Charlie said. He glanced in Mrs Bucket's direction, and she sent her son a wink.

"Are you going to tell me what you two have been working on?" Rose wondered curiously. She was happy that Charlie was having so much fun, but she was a little sad that she had been left out.

"You'll find out tomorrow" Charlie told her. "We've actually been working on something for your birthday"

"Really?" Rose's lips curled into a smile and she put a hand over her heart. "You've been busy working on something for two days, just for my birthday?"

"Of course" Charlie nodded, smiling brightly at her. He was very excited for tomorrow. "You'll need to get up extra early tomorrow"

"That, I can absolutely do" Rose winked at Charlie.

For the rest of that day, the thought of what the next day would bring danced in Rose's mind. What kind of day could Charlie and Willy possibly have planned for tomorrow?

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #the chocolatier's rose

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Caught in his web, Chapter 19

Chloe’s friends were no help in regards to her situation.

One of them had heard bad things about Loki, the murdering and some of the stuff he did for money. But another of her friends had only seen and heard great things about him, because her mum worked as a nurse at the hospital he helped fund on a regular basis.

The basic consensus was that he was rich, good looking and wasn’t going to kill her, so why not just enjoy it and spend all his money. Which she did, almost. They went shopping after the cinema and Chloe bought them all dinner and then splurged on some clothes and new make-up.

When her friends went home, she had been tempted to try running away. The train station was only a short sprint away, surely she could reach it and buy tickets before Nelson would be able to contact Loki to cut off the card…

‘Come on, Miss. Loki is home and expecting you back now.’ Nelson said as he opened the door of the car and looked at her expectantly. He saw her glancing at the station and that made him a little nervous, but he breathed out in relief when she meekly got back into the car.

When they returned, Loki was waiting for her and opened the door on her return. She carried her bags inside and turned to face an inquisitive Loki.

‘Enjoy yourself?’ He asked.

‘Yes… Thank you.’ Chloe nodded, she didn’t really know what to say or do now as she stood there awkwardly under his gaze.

‘What did you buy?’ He asked, peering at the bags.

‘Uhm… Some make-up and clothes… Is that ok?’

‘Of course. I said to use the card for whatever you wanted. Go upstairs and unpack, I will be up shortly so you can try on your new clothes for me.’ He purred, his eyes darkening a little at the thought.

Chloe cursed internally. She forgot about the way he had her try on all her clothes when she first came here. She should’ve known he would get her to do the same for anything new she got.

She rushed off upstairs, Loki grinned at the way she ran off. He turned to Nelson who was waiting by the door.

‘Did she behave?’

‘She did. I think she was contemplating making a run for it at the end, I saw her eyeing up the train station. But she thought better and got in the car.’ Nelson said honestly.

‘Well that’s good she made the right choice.’ Loki nodded, pleased with what happened. ‘Thanks, Nelson. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Loki patted his shoulder.

‘No problem. Anytime.’ Nelson smiled.

Loki went upstairs to Chloe’s room and noticed she was in the walk-in wardrobe putting away her new clothes. So he crossed the room and sat down on the chair by the window. He crossed his foot over his knee and waited patiently for her to finish.

When she came out of the wardrobe she let out a screech of fright and put her hand over her heart. ‘Fucking hell. Do you have to keep sneaking up on me like that?’ She hissed. But she blushed after the outburst, remembering suddenly who she was speaking to.

Loki just chuckled and rubbed his lower lip with his finger. ‘Come here, doll.’ He motioned her to him with a come-hither finger.

Chloe swallowed hard and crossed the room to him. He uncrossed his leg and patted his thigh while looking at her intently.

Her eyes widened upon realising he wanted her on his lap. She bit her tongue and didn’t move, but Loki tilted his head down slightly and narrowed his eyes at her, in a silent warning. That was all that was needed as she moved over to him and got on his lap with her legs bent at either side of him on the chair.

She tried not to touch him, but Loki took that option away from her as he grabbed her hands and draped them around his neck. He slid his hands to her back and moved them downwards to hold her bum, squeezing her in delight.

‘I just spoke to Nelson.’ Loki said firmly, looking into her eyes still.

Chloe felt her stomach drop. Shit. Did she do something wrong? Did Nelson notice her thinking about running away? Did he tell him that?

Loki started patting her bottom in a rather gentle manner while he continued. ‘Do you know what he told me?’

She had started shaking, Loki could feel her entire body doing so in fear of what he was about to say and/or do. But she shook her head slowly.

‘He told me that you looked in two minds about attempting to run by the train station…’

Chloe felt like she was going to be sick. How had Nelson noticed that? ‘I… I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t mean’ Loki cut her off from rambling as he continued speaking.

A gentle smile formed on his face. ‘But he said that you did as he asked and got in the car instead.’ He reached up with one of his hands and started stroking her hair in an oddly soothing kind of manner.

‘You can be such a good girl, and you were indeed today.’ He purred, his praise oddly settling her nerves a little. ‘So much so, that I want you to come along to a party I need to attend across town this weekend. There will be drink, food and lots of mingling. But I want you with me, on my arm.’

Chloe was taken aback. Loki could see the wheels turning in her head, so many questions.

‘It’s a business party, so there will be many important people there. Also some nobodies.’ Loki said flippantly. ‘You don’t have to come, if you don’t want to. But I would very much like you to. I think you’ve earned a chance to let your hair down. You can invite two friends, too.’

Chloe was really surprised and didn’t know whether to accept the invitation or not. Loki could see that she was uncertain.

‘And your father will be there, what with him having a new job now with an acquaintance of mine who is going.’ Loki added in like an after-thought.

Her eyes widened a little and Loki saw the interest flood back to her.

‘I… I think I would like to go.’ Chloe nodded.

Loki grinned widely. ‘Excellent.’ He slid his fingers through her hair and held tightly as he pulled her in close to kiss her, she just took it without any hesitation and allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth and take control of her own.

After leaving her breathless from the kiss, he leaned back and smoothed her hair away from her face. ‘I’ll take you out tomorrow, we will need to get you a nice new dress for it. None of the ones you have currently will be suitable.’

‘Is it a really posh party?’ Chloe asked quietly.

‘It is indeed. So you best be on your best behaviour, too. If you show me up at all by acting out, there will be serious consequences.’ He growled and tightened his grip in her hair as warning.

‘I’ll behave. I promise.’ Chloe said quickly to get him to release his harsh grip on her, which he did.

‘I know you will, doll. You’re my good girl. Now, go and try on those new clothes for me.’

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #fan fiction #caught in his web

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annteasocial · 4 years

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Hihi! I really loved your arashi nee-chan x reader! It was so cute! May I request a Mika one where the reader is pretty skilled at embroidery but she’s embarrassed (I’ve noticed people often think it’s like,,, for grannies ;-;)so she hides it? And he finds out somehow??Maybe she’s Valkyrie’s producer or something? Thank you in advance if you do decide to write it, and don’t forget to rest enough and drink lots of water!

Omg I should have gotten this done a lot sooner but I was so busy and Word crashed on me :’). This is quite long, about 1.6k words X’D. AND I AM JUST GOING TO SAY THIS NOW BUT THIS WAS SO WHOLESOME TO WRITE LIKE I WAS PHAT UWU-ING THIS ENTIRE TIME. I love Mika ugh he’s adorable :’))))))

Mika X Fem!Embroiderer Reader:

You sat in the handicrafts club, sorting out the staging setup for Valkyrie’s next DreFes performance, which was approximately two weeks away from now. “Hmm…hopefully the costumes are finished soon so there’s one less thing for me to worry about. Oh, and some of the lighting still needs to be rigged in preparation…I should let the operators know about that,” you mumbled to yourself, scribbling down your schedule in a cute notebook Mika gave you for your birthday last year.

The notebook was a light baby blue in colour, decorate d with black and silver lace. There were bits of paper sticking out from the pages and all sorts of little stickers covering the front cover. “Alright…just need to work out when the stylist is available so I can contact her…aaaand done!” You closed the notebook with satisfaction and leaned back in your chair.

It was about 3:15 in the afternoon, so you had about 15 minutes left of your spare period. “No one’s around…so maybe I’ll work on my embroidery,” you hummed, pulling out a medium sized embroidery hoop from your bag that had the beginnings of a beautiful cherry blossom pattern on it. You also grabbed a needle and some coloured threads from your kit, fearing that if you took anything from the handicrafts club, Shu would find out and have your head.

Sighing, you began to work on completing the branches of the cherry blossom tree, threading the brown string into the desired pattern.

~~~

“(Y/N)-chan~! Are ya in here?”

Startled, you shoved your embroidery hoop into your lap and quickly scooted your chair forward to hide it from view. “Oh, Mika. You gave me a bit of a fright there,” you said, watching as the 2nd year’s expression turned into a slightly panicked one. “Bwah! Sorry ‘bout that, I guess I didn’ realise ya’d actually be in ‘ere.” Mika scratched his head awkwardly but continued to talk. “Were you workin’ on s’mthin’ jus’ now? Hope I didn’ interrupt you or anythin’…”

You swallowed nervously, “uhh, I was just sorting out my schedule of things to do before Valkyrie’s DreamFes performance,” you replied. “Wow, s’mtimes I think Oshi-san and I don’ deserve ya. Yer really hardworkin’ yanno?” You blushed slightly at his compliment and fiddled with the fabric hidden in your lap.

“Ah! I should get goin’ now, I have practice with Oshi-san. Sorry if I disturbed ya before. See ya tomorrow, (Y/N)-chan!” Mika waved to you and you returned the gesture. Once he was out of the room, you sighed in relief, pushing your chair back out again. Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed the embroidery you were doing.

A buzz sounded from your blazer pocket, and you pulled out your phone to see your mum calling you. “(Y/N), honey? Are you almost home?” Her voice chirped from the other end of the receiver. “I’m still at school, I was just talking with one of my friends.”

“Do you think you could go to the shops and pick me up some eggs and milk? Your dad and little brother have raided the fridge again.”

“Sure, how many of each?”

“Two dozen eggs and 2 cartons of milk will be plenty. Thanks sweetie!”

The call ended and you began to pack your things away before heading over to the shoe lockers. The shopping district was only a 10-minute walk away from the school, so you were able to make good time.

It was late afternoon but the district still had students and locals bustling around the area, bringing a lively buzz to the atmosphere. You went and grabbed the things that your mum had requested you to buy and decided you’d browse the rest of the stores before heading back home.

A small, quaint shop caught your eye and you walked over to the window to see a gorgeous array of embroidery designs, coloured threads, and fabrics displayed behind the glass. ‘I don’t recall this being here the last time I visited the shopping district…maybe it’s a new shop,” you pondered to yourself.

“Eh? Is that (Y/N)-san over there by that shop?”

“Mm…I’m tired…carry me Maa-kun~”

As you were standing around, lost in your thoughts, Mao and Ritsu happened to spot you on your little window shopping spree, and the two of them walked, well more like the maroon haired boy half dragged his lethargic companion, over.

At the sound of footsteps, you turned your head up out of your daze. “Oh, Mao-kun, Ritsu-kun, um, what brings you here?” You asked, instinctively moving away from the shop window, worried they might ask you what you were looking at. Mao gave you a tired grin, “I was taking Sleeping Beauty here back home but he kept pestering me that he wanted a soda, and the closest drinks vending machine was in the shopping district, so here we are.”

You nodded as Mao heaved Ritsu’s arm around his shoulder, effectively trying to keep the ravenette standing up. “What about…you (Y/N)-chan? What were you…doing here…?” Ritsu slumped more of his body weight onto his poor childhood friend who really couldn’t do much except put up with it.

“I was just picking up some stuff for my mum. We ran out of eggs and milk and she probably wanted to make an omelette tonight,” you replied. “That’s nice of you to do that, I usually help my parents out as well when they need to.” Mao smiled as he held his friend up, the latter looking like he was on the verge of falling asleep whilst standing.

Mao seemed to notice that Ritsu was practically asleep and straightened him again. “Well, I better get going now before Ritchan passes out, later (Y/N)-san!” The Trickstar member proceeded to somehow get the sleepy member of Knights flopped onto his back and carried him off.

"Whew...dodged another bullet...” You were thankful that they didn’t ask you about what you were looking at, otherwise you’d probably freeze up and die on the spot.

Ever since middle school, you had an interest in embroidery, but your classmates often picked on you and called you all sorts of mean nicknames like “granny” or “old lady”. It could have been worse, but you hated that embroidery was stereotyped as a hobby for the elderly.

You sighed for the umpteenth time that day and began your trek back home.

~~~

The next day you sat in the Handicrafts club room again during lunch time, desiring some peace and quiet whilst you worked on your needlework in secret. You were almost done with the final touches, with only a couple of the petals on the last cherry blossom requiring stitching. You were so engrossed in finishing that you didn’t hear someone enter the room behind you since you had your back turned towards the door.

Mika had been searching for you during lunchtime to ask you about his costume which had just been completed today, and you so happened to be sitting in the clubroom like yesterday after school. You hadn’t noticed his presence which gave him the opportunity to walk up behind you to see what you were doing. When he was close enough to peer over your shoulder, his eyes widened at the beautiful, delicately crafted handkerchief, decorated with cherry blossoms and pink petals.

“Wow (Y/N)-chan~! I didn’ realise ya had that kinda talent for embroidery! Looks really nice!”

You immediately flinched and screamed in shock due to being so absorbed in your little workspace. “Waaaaah!! Mika!? What are you doing here!?” You screeched making the black haired boy jump from your outburst. “E-eh!? Ah–‘m sorry! Didn’ think I’d scare ya like that…” He looked down guiltily and you felt bad for shouting at him.

“Wait, no no I’m sorry I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that,” you mumbled, playing with the ends of your hair before realising that you still had your embroidery in your hands for all the world to see. You gasped and quickly tried to hide it but Mika caught your wrist.

“Why’re ya tryin’ to hide yer work? ‘s really pretty to look at yanno?” He grinned at you but you averted your gaze away. “I…uhh…s-so you saw it d-didn’t you…” you stammered, still trying to get the hoop out of vision.

“Was I not s’posed to?”

“N-no…it’s just…”

You took a deep breath in and exhaled it all out again. “Back when I was in middle school, people often teased me about being into embroidery. They would call me things like “granny” or “old lady” and make fun of me for my hobby…” you admitted. Mika listened intently but said nothing. “I guess from all those bad experiences, I’ve always kept this a secret because I was scared of being judged again…”

You felt tears start to prickle in the corner of your eyes. No one in Yumenosaki knew about your passion and you intended to keep it that way.

“(Y/N)-chan.”

“…”

“(Y/N)-chan, look at me would ya?”

You felt Mika’s hands cup both your cheeks and tilt your face upwards to meet his heterochromatic gaze. He used his thumbs to gently brush away at the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I don’ think yer hobby’s bad at all. ‘n fact, I really respect ya after seein’ yer needlework. ‘m still practicin’ jus’ stitchin’ holes up in clothes but yer out ‘ere makin’ really pretty cloths ‘n stuff.” He gave you a heart-warming smile and let go of your cheeks to grab your hands.

You were shocked to silence. You hadn’t expected anyone to be this understanding.

“Mika…I… ”

You felt an tug on the corner of your lips, only to realise you were smiling. You squeezed his hands in return, feeling a faint blush start to spread across your face.

“Thanks Mika…really, that means a lot to me,” you giggled and the latter scratched his cheek bashfully.

“Ehehe~ ‘s nothin’~”

You smiled again and quickly leaned forward to place a peck on his cheek before standing up to leave. “We should head back soon, class is starting in about 3 minutes,” you grinned, escaping the room and leaving the poor boy in a stunned, flustered mess.

Mika slowly brought it hand up to his cheek, feeling where your lips had been.

“H-huh?! W-wait, (Y/N)-chan!!”

#ensemble stars #enstars #x reader #scenario #fluff #mika kagehira #kagehira mika #mod ann

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The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch 21)

Catch up here [chapter 20]

Aiden x Scarlett, Graham McTavish, Reader

You, Aiden & Scarlett visit for a while, then Graham shows up with a pretty bouquet of brightly colored daisies and mums with a big sunflower in the middle of it, and a tray with two coffee cups and a brown paper bag in the other hand. He had a ‘get well’ balloon also for you, which was tied to the vase of flowers.

You giggle and thank him for them. He grins and sets the flowers and balloon down on the windowsill next to the ones from Aiden and Scarlett.

He comes and gives you a little hug and kisses your forehead. “How’s my girl doin?” he asks.

You grin, “Don’t let Rich hear you say that!” you tease.

He grins, “Well, me and Gwen laid claim to ya before Rich did, so he’ll have to just deal with it.” He says cheekily, making you giggle. “So, how are ya doin?” he asks.

You shrug. “Tired, my leg hurts, and I’m hungry.” you reply and grin when he sets a bag on the table and hands you a french vanilla cappuccino from the tray.

“Well, breakfast is here now, so at least ya won’t be hungry anymore.” He chuckles. “Don’t they have ya on pain meds?” he asks you.

“Yeah, but I told the nurse I didn’t want them till I had some breakfast in me. I’ll get them in a bit.” You tell Graham.

Grinning, you dig into the bag, seeing pastries like what Todd has delivered each morning. You look up at Graham. “Where did you get these from? They look like the ones Todd has delivered each morning at the shop!” you ask.

He grins. “I got them from the pastry shop that he gets his from. They asked why his shop was closed and then saw the note Rich left on the door this morning. They said to tell ye and Todd that they wish ye both a speedy recovery!” he says with a smile

You grin and take a bite of a strawberry scone and let out a happy little groan. “I love these ones! These and the doughnuts with the icing and the strawberry or cherry fillings! OOOooohhh they are the BEST!” you giggle.

There’s a knock at the door and a young lady is standing at the door with two big bouquets of flowers. “Excuse me Miss, but are you Harley?” she asks.

You nod. “Yes.”

She comes in and tells you, “These are for you. Where would you like them?” She asks.

Your jaw drops. One bouquet is two dozen red and pink roses with baby’s breath and purple lavender filler. The other is a bouquet of 6 yellow roses, brightly colored fuji mums and daisies that were colored brightly with food coloring.

Scarlett gets up and takes the bouquet of red and pink roses. She sets it down on the table and looks for a card. “Aaahhh! Here it is!” she says and hands you the card.

You open it up and see it’s from Richard. “For the love of my life. You mean the world to me, Sweetheart. I hope these brighten your day. I’m thinking about you & know I love you more than anything in the universe! Xoxo – Rich”

You grin and show it to Graham, Aiden & Scarlett. They all smile, and Scarlett puts the card back on the plastic stand and Graham takes the bouquet and puts it on the windowsill next to the other ones.

The delivery gal hands Scarlett the other big bouquet and then heads out to do more deliveries after you thank her for bringing them up.

Scarlett digs around in the bouquet and finds another card. She hands it to you, and you open it up to see it is from the Police Department that Alex, Todd and Jack worked for. It said, “Heard what happened, wishing you a speedy recovery! Our thoughts and prayers are with you! – Inspector Kathleen Walsh & your friends at the NYPD 19th Precinct.”

You look at Graham and Scarlett in surprise. “The police department sent me flowers?” Graham chuckles. “Apparently so Sweetheart!”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Well, that was nice!” you state.

They all nod. Graham takes the flowers and puts them on the windowsill as well. “You’re getting quite the collection, Sweetie!” Scarlett teases you.

You grin. “They’re making my room smell nice, that’s for sure!” you say, grinning.

Your doctor knocks on the door casing and then steps in. He talks with you for a bit and checks the wounds on your leg after shooing everyone out into the hall.

He asks you about all the scars on your legs and you explain they go all the way up onto your crotch. You tell him that the ones on your legs were from your last three boyfriends you had before meeting Richard. And you tell him the ones on your crotch were from the ex-boyfriend, Ben, who shot you. You ask him to make a note of you telling him that to put in your medical file. That you don’t want anyone thinking it was Richard who gave you them. You explain you never had reported the abuse from your ex boyfriends because of fear since the ex-boyfriends had all threatened you that if you told they’d go after you and your family. He nods in understanding and makes a note of it in your file.

He tells you that he doesn’t want you walking on the leg for a few days, and that you may use the crutches ONLY to get from your bed to the restroom in your room and then back to your bed for now. You nod. He asks if you need any stronger pain meds and you shake your head.

“I’m due for them when the nurse comes back with them. I told her I wanted to wait to take them till I had some breakfast in me first.” You reply.

He nods and tells you he will check in with you tomorrow morning then and tells you to have a good day.

Your friends come back in after the Doctor leaves and they have another two bouquets. You roll your eyes and giggle. “Now who are these from?” you ask.

Graham sets a small oblong flowerpot on the table with Hyacinths, tulips, daffodils and crocuses on the table in front of you. You grin and take a deep breath. “Oooohhh! Those smell wonderful!!!” you pull the card off the flower pick and read it. It’s from Captain Angel L. Figueroa Jr. & the NYPD 1st precinct and says: “Wishing you a speedy recovery, Harley! Our thoughts and prayers are with you as you recover!”

“Awwww! That’s sweet!” you say and put the card back on the flower pick.

Scarlett takes the planter and puts in on the shelf by the sink so you can smell them when people open the door to enter and exit.

The other bouquet is pink and white stargazer lilies and hot pink roses and lighter pink carnations with some greens. You look at the card and see it’s from Lee Pace. It reads: “Wishing you a speedy recovery and hope you and Phantom are doing well.”

“Oh! Those smell lovely too! It’s gonna smell like a flower shop in here!’ you giggle.

Graham and Aiden chuckle and Graham adds the flowers to your collection on the windowsill.

Scarlett looks at the time and nudges Aiden, who glances up at the clock and sees they need to get going to the studios. “We gotta get going, Harley. I gotta film some scenes this afternoon, and Scarlett’s gonna go check on the shop for you and Todd.” He tells you.

They both give you a hug and tell you they will see you later on. You wave goodbye and they head out.

The nurse comes in with your pain meds. “Are you ready for your meds, Harley?”

You nod and she gives them to you. You down them with your water and she makes a note in your chart on the hospital’s computer. Then she heads out after seeing if you needed anything.

You look at Graham and say, “Now what do we do?”

He chuckles. “Well, what would you like to do?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Graham, can you tell me about your family? I don’t even know their names, you said your wife told you to tell me ‘welcome to the family’.” You said. “You must’ve been telling her about me.”

He chuckled. “Aye, Lass, I told her ‘bout you. How I met you, and how I was tryin’ to hook ya up with Rich. She wanted to see what ya looked like, so I sent her the pics I took.” He explained. “Didn’t want her worrying if the Papparazzi snuck photos of us when we all do stuff together.

Scarlet told me your parents died a few years ago and I mentioned it to Gwen… It was her idea, actually, to ‘adopt’ you, so to speak.” He giggled. Gwen is my wife. Our two daughters are Hope and Honor.” He tells you, “Honor was born in 2006 and Hope was born in 2012.” He says beaming with pride. “I’ll show you pics of them later.” He says. “They live in New Zealand where we have a house.” He tells you.

You look at him surprised. “I thought you were from Scotland, though?” you ask.

He chuckles. “I am, Lass, but I’ve lived all over the world. We decided to settle in New Zealand, though, after living there while we filmed The Hobbit.” He explained.

“Oh! I saw a lot of the bonus features on my Extended Edition DVD’s of the Hobbit. It looks absolutely wonderful! It’s on my bucket list of places to visit someday.” You tell him with a big grin.

He chuckles, “Well, Lass. I’m sure Rich wouldn’t bat an eye taking you to come visit us there. He loved it there as much as we did and considered buying property there, but he’s so busy with filming and such, he said he’d rather wait till he got older and started to slow down with work.” Graham tells you.

“Graham?” you ask.

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” he replies.

“I want to do something special for Rich, but I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t like to talk about himself, so trying to find out what kinds of things he likes, I’m finding is rather difficult. Do you think you could help me?” you ask. “I know he likes chocolate ice cream, wine, legos and reading. But that’s about it.”

Graham chuckles. “Yeah, he is an introvert and shy, so whenever people ask him personal questions, he tends to shy away from them.” He tells you. He gives you a few ideas of things Richard would like and suggests to just be observant, “You’ll learn more about him from just observing and listening, than from anything else, Lass.

He’s moody and grumpy sometimes, but don’t let it get to you. It’s just how he gets into characters he portrays. He’ll often take them home with him and struggle to let ‘em go. Maybe having you around will help ‘im with that, Lass.” Graham tells you.

“There’s so much I don’t know about the film industry.” You sigh. “I’ve never seen how one is made from start to finish. He asked if I’d come with him when he travels for the promotional stuff for the film too. I’ve never traveled very much tho. He said something about finding out the details for taking Phantom with too, so I’d feel safe.” You tell Graham.

Graham grins. “It would be nice for him to have ye with, Lass. I know I’d enjoy having you with us. My wife and kids don’t travel much with me. It’s such a long flight from New Zealand to the US and Europe that they don’t make it very often to join me for premieres. It’s a whirlwind of a time, and is exhausting, but it’s a lot of fun too. You get to meet a lot of people and just sit back, relax and talk about the film with interviewers. If you do come with, we’ll be sure ya are well taken care of.” He tells you.

You giggle and grin. “Graham, did you get my dress from Aiden’s? Don’t let Rich know anything about the dress. I don’t want him to see it or see me in it until he picks me up for the event! I want it to be a surprise!” you tell him.

He gives you a positively evil smirk and says, “Your wish, is my command, Sweetie. And yes, I picked it up from Aiden’s last night before I headed home. It’s in my closet in my bedroom, which he won’t dare go into. Scarlett said I should hang it up so it wouldn’t crease the velvet.” He tells you. “I’ll take ye to go have it altered to fit ye when they let ye outta here.” He says.

You grin and happily clap your hands. “I can’t wait!

Graham chuckles and rubs his beard, thinking.

“Graham, do you ever do Skype or Zoom or FaceTime your family? You’re always saying I remind you of your daughters.” You tell him. “I thought it would be nice to say hi to them and talk with them and your wife, if it was okay with you. I don’t know how the time differences work between there and here though.” You mention to him.

He glances up at the clock and you can see him working out the time differences in his head.

“Well, Lass, it’s about 1am there right now. Well, if ya can wait till around 3 or 4 pm our time this afternoon which should be able to give them time to get up and get ready, then we can give them a zoom call, we’ll say “Hi” and I’ll introduce ya to them!” he tells you.

“For now, though, what do ya want to do?” he asks. Phantom comes over and sniffs all the flowers on the windowsill and ‘wuffs’ at them.

“What? Don’t you like all my pretty flowers, Phantom?” you ask. He chuffs and comes walking over to your bedside. Graham smiles and gives him a good scratch. “Do ya need to go outside, Boy?” he asks.

Phantom gives a short yip and Graham stands up. “I’ll go take him out to do his business, then we’ll be right back, Sweetheart. Did someone take him out last night or this morning?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe the officer had one of the nurses take Phantom out. You’d have to ask him.” You tell Graham.

He nods and clips the leash on Phantom after he adjusts the service jacket. They head out and Graham stops to talk with the officer. The officer tells him he had one of the nurses take Phantom outside when he needed to go to the bathroom, and she brought him right back up. He did say they played with the rope toy for a bit having a tug of war.

Graham chuckled. “All right. Well, we’ll be back in a bit.” He tells the officer.

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