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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Kiss in Payment

Summary: Continuation of Services/Goods of Equivalent Value. You have opened a teashop near an off record military base and this is a bunch of snippets of your life there.

Words: 7.5k (HOW?!)

You hadn't slept in a real bed in so long and you were not prepared to get out of it. It smelled good and it was warm and you were tired right down to your bones from all the work of the past 6 months finally culminating in the busiest and happiest evening you had possibly ever had. Only half awake you nuzzled into the pillow with a happy little sigh of contented comfort.

"Feels better than sleeping in a chair doesn't it?"

At first you smiled sleepily and made a sound of agreement. And then your brain caught up and you shot up, eyes opening and darting around madly to find you were in a small, simple bedroom and Simon was sat in the chair in the corner, book in hand being dogeared and set on a little table now that you were awake.

You had seen most of his face before when he was drinking or eating so seeing the whole thing wasn't any more of a shock than the situation you had found yourself in. It was a little strange seeing the skin around his eyes cleaned and bright, no smudges of black. He looked softer like this you thought.

"I um, I don't um… ah ha I must have fallen asleep in the chair right? Must have just been so tired! You didn't have to move me, but thanks, it wouldn't have been good for me to sleep there right? Ha ha."

God you were adorable when you tried to lie. Heart was far too prominent on your sleeve for it to ever work. You were clearly flustered way more from trying to lie than from waking up in his bed and such a fondness settled in him knowing that you trusted him so easily. You trusted that he had carried you here to help, that he would never have done anything to hurt you.

"Gaz would have carried you to your bed, but come to think of it there doesn't seem like any sort of bedroom in your shop."

Was he teasing to watch you scramble to try and explain yourself? Maybe a little, sue him.

"Oh right! It's in… the basement, it's in the basement."

You had a nanosecond of being relieved you had thought up a lie so quickly before being horrified at what a bad lie it was. What if they wanted to go into the non-existent basement now? But you had gotten away with it for now and you relaxed as Simon just nodded with an "Ah, of course, the basement".

Maybe you were good at this whole lying thing!

When it was time to get up and get a ride back home to the shop Simon got the little tub of eye black to smear on. You took it from him and started dabbing it on with your fingers for him since he had let you sleep in his bed.

"It's like finger painting" you grinned, sitting back to admire your work.

He took your hand in his before you could fully withdraw it, pressing a kiss to your knuckles that had the tips of your ears on fire. You gave him a wide eyed stare in question.

"Services/goods of equivalent value remember? This one was worth at least a few days of moving furniture."

You smiled shyly, thinking he meant applying the eye black for him. Simon let you think that, knowing himself that the payment he was taking was being able to press his lips to your skin.

You felt your lie was under attack when, after being driven back to your shop by Price with Soap in tow, they started talking about your basement as they helped you with all the dishes from the night before.

"Didn't you help with a lot of the building Soap? Going to have to give you extra observation training, missing a whole basement."

"Och Captain dinnae, ye know that training is the worst! I'll do better next time, ye'r spot on that it's unacceptable for me to miss something like that."

Oh the way you went dead silent while you scrubbed at a plate, clearly being eaten alive by guilt. It was cute up until you genuinely seemed in distress, and although it was fun to tease Johnny was thankful when Price laid off.

"Ah I'm only taking the piss Sergeant, easy thing to miss in an old place like this."

Some of the tension bled from your shoulders and oh if Soap didn't suddenly remember the little shy kiss you pressed to his cheek the night before. Such a sweet thing, genuinely getting upset at the idea he might have to do training because of a lie you told to protect yourself. As if him and Gaz didn't lie all the time to try and get one another in trouble just for the hell of it.

"Opening is in an hour aye? Think we could get a wee out of hours tea?" Soap asked.

You dried off your hands, smiling brightly now. Making tea always made you forget all your worries and you were wildly delighted that confessed coffee person Soap was the one asking. You went straight to work, grabbing and typing off your apron and throwing your hair up.

Price and Soap shared a conspiring look as they watched you work. They had gotten good at speaking without words. Right now their look was saying "isn't she just the loveliest thing you ever saw? I think I might scream if she does one more cute thing."

With the tea steeping you sighed in contentment, jumping a little when Price's hand found the small of your back. You hadn't even realised he was so close, for such a big man he was so light on his feet! He tapped a finger to his cheek.

"Think helping wash one load of dishes works as equivalent value."

You popped onto your tip toes and planted a soft peck to his cheek and as Soap bounded forward for the same Price shoved him away with a grin.

"Got payment in advance last night if I recall Soap, can't have our favourite girl overpaying."

Price and Soap left just as you officially opened for the day, but to your soft delight already Horangi and Farah were waiting outside for the sign to be flipped. They were bundled up, must have walked over. Now that you knew the distance from here to the base it made you swell with pride to know they had made the trip on foot.

"Two of ye are here awful early naw?"

"Is there a problem with that MacTavish?" Horangi asked with a smirk, suspecting that the problem was Soap was about to leave you alone with him and Farah.

He had thought it would only be him, everyone else using their morning to work out and get fed. Obviously Farah had the same idea though, both of them feeling a sense of challenge from the other. He was sure you would like learning to make his Korean sweets over her Urzik ones.

"Course naw, always happy tae see paying customers for my girl here" he responded, clearly proud of himself for managing to find a subtle way to tell Horangi and Farah to back off because you were his.

Farah raised an eyebrow at Price when he smirked at Soap's little claim and his lip twitched slightly. The exchange was barely noticeable and yet the unspoken conversation had went something like this:

"Really John? She's a little young for you is she not?"

"Really Farah, what would Alex say?"

"Me and Alex have always been very good at sharing, ask Gaz."

"Don't remember you being this much of a brat Karim."

Farah thought it was a shame you had been subject to all these boorish men for so long. Soft, sweet thing like you deserved some soft and sweet companionship. She had hoped that she could get to know you while teaching you how to make the halva she had fed you bites of last night any time you had paused in your hectic running about to pour her tea.

You had been very complimentary of the simple sweet, wanting to know all about the cultural history of it. Farah was no stranger to the uncomfortable looks she got when she would pour her heart out about her passion for her home country. She had half expected you to nod politely and excuse yourself. Only you hadn't, you had been genuinely and unabashedly happy at how passionate she was about her home, eyes sparkling with interest as you made her promise that she'd visit again and tell you more.

Of course Hong-jin would be equally as fond of you, she had spied how he had made you try a bite of bukkumi and how he had cried laughing when it was chewier than you expected and you had bitten your tongue. That giant beside him had acted as if you were mortally wounded until you had calmed him down and Farah was observant if nothing else, she had seen how your easy way with the larger man had Hong-jin simmering with fondness.

Price and Soap realised they couldn't very well stay without it being obvious they were only doing so to stop Farah and Horangi from being left to work their charms on you, so with a grumble they departed.

You were honestly a little nervous about your first real customers after opening day, but you thought you did a great job of hiding it and welcoming them inside.

Farah and Horangi could both tell you were nervous, it was glaringly obvious, so an unspoken pact was made that they would only compete with each other in ways that you wouldn't notice so wouldn't make you anxious.

An hour later and you were so delighted that they had been kind enough and patient enough to teach you how to make the sweets they had bought the night before, oblivious to the amount of sabotage and subterfuge in the silent war between your two customers.

Still they did eventually have to admit defeat, they were due in meetings and couldn't stay forever. You squeaked and shook your head rapidly when they tried to pay for their drinks.

"Oh no please, you were both so wonderful to have shared your recipes with me! Think of this as payment for that."

"I already said I would teach you did I not? Of course I have to pay properly for the tea you made me."

“It would be very rude not to, I can pay for both of our teas.”

“No no, I can pay for both. After all you are technically a guest with the 141 aren't you?”

“As are you.”

“Oh I would say more a long distance member. Actually since this is so near the 141 base and you've been so good to the team, I'd say that makes you basically an honorary member!”

“Oh! That's such an honour for you to say Farah, it's more that the team has been good to me though” you explained in a rush, a pretty flush of colour dusting your cheeks.

“Ah but you also have adopted the little cat with us, so it makes you more a member of Kortac than anything else.”

“I think Herzogin adopted me, she just came in one day and decided to make herself at home and I couldn't say no” you said, now feeling so flustered there must be steam coming out of your ears.

There was something so touching about what they were saying even if it was light hearted and meant more as a joke you thought. Even the thought of somehow being a part of their lives, some little silly civilian branch of their teams, made your hummingbird heart flutter.

It was also very sweet how they both wanted to cover each others bill even though you really could not let them go unrewarded for teaching you their recipes. They must be quite close these two teams. Definitely not two people who had only properly met last night and were now locked in a bitter rivalry over you or anything.

“But regardless I need to repay you somehow for the lessons! Don't make me start pulling out a contract again” you laughed.

When they asked you explained about your hastily written contract with Soap, how it had kept expanding after that. You even showed them the copy as messy as it was.

“I, the undersigned, agree that I will pay in full Mr John MacTavish* for works carried out either in monetary value or services/goods of equivalent value**** as soon as I have the means to do so.

*& Mr Rudolpho Parra**

**and any members of the Los Vaqueros team***

***who are to be superceded in priority by any members of TF141

****as defined in value by the party being reimbursed”

It didn't feel much like a contract anymore what with Simon's messy scrawl and the massive pen stroke from when Soap had shoved Rudy as he was trying to add his addendum. But it always made you smile to look at.

You thought your heart might burst when they both very reverently take turns adding their own addendums on.

“I, the undersigned, agree that I will pay in full Mr John MacTavish* for works carried out either in monetary value or services/goods of equivalent value**** as soon as I have the means to do so.******

*& Mr Rudolpho Parra**

**along with any members of the Los Vaqueros team***

***who are to be superceded in priority by any members of TF141*****

****as defined in value by the party being reimbursed

*****including Farah Karim and Alex Keller who shall be deemed members TF141 for the purposes of this contract.******

*****Any works or services carried out by members of Kortac PMC (inclusive of Herzogin) are to be subject to the same terms of payment as above.”

After that they both paid in full for all the tea meaning you were left blustering about the double payment. And when before they left they pressed a kiss to your cheek, sandwiching you between them for a moment, you were sure you have melted right into the floor.

“That's your debt settled for the recipe” Farah teased as her and Horangi left.

–

You spent the day warmed by the smattering of visitors. Some drove out, some made the trip on foot, Gaz stopped by in the middle of his run and the sight of him shirtless and sweaty made you scald yourself when you accidentally overpoured and splashed hot tea over your hand.

“Ouch luv, c'mere and let me see” he said, immediately taking your hand delicately in both of his strong ones to do a quick inspection and then leading you over to the sink to run it under cold water.

“It's not that bad” you hissed as the water hit, it was freezing and you were really just trying to get out of having to hold it there for 10 minutes.

“Hush, don't know how deep it's went so need to make sure it cools down properly.”

You didn't feel like you were cooling down with his naked torso right there beside you, one hand still holding yours and the other resting absentmindedly on your waist. All of these customers of yours really would be the death of you.

You huffed a little and stuck your tongue out at him, knowing he was right but not liking it one bit. He laughed at you and gave you a light little headbutt into your hair, the easy affection making you smile despite yourself. You smiling made him smile and it was as always like looking at the sun when this man smiled. So much so you did not even hear the door go until you were crowded by another body, the new arrival slotting against your other side in a mirror of Gaz and sighing.

“What happened here then princess?”

Gaz narrowed his eyes at Alex albeit playfully at the pet name, feeling his pinky brush again his hand now also settling in on you.

“Ah just clumsy! Not a very good omen to be spilling tea on the second day huh?”

“You know Ghost and Soap once got so drunk they passed out on the sofa and we found them all tangled up the next morning, said they must have moved in their sleep.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva at that, blinking up at Alex who was only grinning back at you.

“There now, we've both spilled tea, so I can take all the bad omens off of you.”

Goddamnit, Kyle always forgot how stupidly handsome and charming Keller was. Even being right in your space shirtless, having been meticulous in his work out this morning to ensure his body would look just right to get you flustered, you weren't even looking at him anymore. Too busy giving a soft smile to the American playboy. Well if you can't beat them…

You jumped when you felt Kyle's breath right at your ear. He had leaned over a little to join the conversation but it meant he was even closer than before and it was suddenly very, very warm.

“Just to make sure though, Keller here will deny it ever happened but he once kissed a man right in front of his girlfriend! Right scandalous if you ask me. How's that for tea?”

“i-in front of your girlfriend?!” you asked, somewhat in shock that this man who had been nothing but sweet to you was a cheater.

“As I recall, my girlfriend was the one that put in the request” he laughed, seeing your look of suspicion and softening. “I promise she was happy about it princess, we've always been open to sharing.”

Him and Gaz shared a look then, both obviously noticing that you were probably about to faint from the no doubt tame (scandalous in your head) images the idea of sharing was conjuring. While it was very endearing the way you reacted, the thump thump thumping of your heart almost perceptible, they couldn't find it within themselves to tease you more. Sweet little thing like you deserved better.

“Come on luv, let's get it dried off and wrapped up.”

Kyle lifted your hand away from the cold water and you realised they had completely distracted you from the discomfort. You wondered if it had been on purpose as he took you over to one of the stools and made you sit while Alex fished out the first aid box.

“Oh, how did you know where that was?”

“Military princess, reckon about everyone scoped out the exits, fire extinguisher and first aid kit last night. Laswell had me order some safety signs for express delivery, should arrive today actually.”

“Oh I didn't even think! How much did it cost? I’ll pay you for them straight away.”

Kyle sighed as he wrapped your hand, knowing exactly what was about to happen and not able to think of one reason to stop it. Besides, it's not like he didn't think you and Alex looked cute together and he didn't even bother to hide his grin of disbelief at how outrageous Keller was when he caressed your face.

“Farah said we could get a kiss in payment as long as it was an equivalent value. Would a kiss be OK princess?”

You didn't really remember nodding even though you had, but you were pretty sure you'd remember Alex Keller pressing a heart achingly soft kiss to your lips as long as you lived. You felt like your brain was flowing with syrup when he laughed lightly and fondly after kissing you, like he was happy he got to do it.

“Medical fees as well luv, yeah?”

And then you were nodding and Kyle Garrick was kissing you while Alex still had one hand on your cheek and everything was a little too hot and overwhelming.

Thankfully both men were merciful and didn't mention it when you blinked back into consciousness from fainting onto the counter. If Gaz had had to scream into Alex's shoulder because of how adorable he found it, well they didn't mention that either.

–

You were in trouble now. Kate Laswell was giving you a look that you were sure meant she could read your mind.

“You're not in trouble, but you need to tell me the truth. Why were you staying at the base last night?”

Of course Laswell knew, she knew everything about everyone. You were the kind of soft she knew it was easy for hard soldiers to love, but if she thought for a second that one of the 141 had taken you to bed last night she was inclined to use them for shooting practice. You had been dead on your feet after opening day, not in any fit state for clandestine meetings.

Plus she felt protective over you, maybe a little possessive. You reminded her fiercely of her wife and she had already called her last night to tell her about you, suggesting they make the time to visit together when work was less hectic for her.

“Oh I-” you paused, desperately hoping you were not going to get anyone into trouble but itching to tell this woman the truth, “they found me asleep in one of the chairs so instead of waking me they let me use one of the beds. It was my fault for falling asleep where I did! They were just being kind.”

“Why didn’t the move you to your own bed?” Kate asked with a long suffering sigh. It would be just like the 141 to jump to the extreme option.

“It's um, they didn't know where it was.”

Kate had scoped out the place last night without crossing a line into snooping, but she had thought the door next to the stove would be a bedroom. The boys would have known that though, Price said Riley and MacTavish had helped a lot with construction and moving furniture. So either she was really going to have to leather them for taking you back to base when your bed was right there, or the room was a storage space.

“And where is that?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you sleep?”

“Oh hang on, I'll get you another cup!”

Kate watched you stumble away with the poor excuse of getting the pot to pour another cup of tea for her. Her teacup was still half full. And she was indeed going to have to skin the 141 alive. How did it take them so long to figure out that you didn’t have a proper place to sleep? The quiet fury she felt at thinking how long you had been curling up on one of the chairs surprised her for only a moment before she let it settle in. Kate Laswell had always been very good at quickly identifying who she considered her people and her knack of it hadn’t let her down yet.

“How long have you been sleeping here?”

You froze as you were reaching for the teapot.

“I-i the basement? Since I got the place.”

Kate was well aware there was not a basement, not unless there was a magical hidden hatch to it. Even if she hadn’t been 99% certain, the fact that you were the worst liar she had ever encountered and the look of alarm she saw on Alejandro’s face as he slid through the door gave her assurance she was right. The question at this point was how to gentle you into telling her what was going on and why you didn’t have somewhere to sleep. She wished her wife were here, between the two of them she was more the people person.

“Try again cariño, there is no basement in this building.”

Your ruse was rapidly falling apart with Alejandro now here as well. You had been so sure you had gotten away with it as well, and you were just stuck to the spot gaping trying to get your brain to come up with some sort of excuse.

“Well um, I know I said basement but I- the thing is maybe it’s just a plan to have a basement. Right. That’s what I meant, that I’m going to put in a basement and have a bed there. Yeah. And that means that right now I don’t have one. A basement I mean, or uh, yeah a bed. But it’s totally fine, that chair by the fire is super comfortable and it’s not that bad for my back and Herzogin likes being able to curl in my lap anyway and actually I really like it because the blanket would be a little too small if I was all stretched out anyway and-”

Alejandro had known you long enough to see when your brain was absolutely catching fire. It was one of the things he loved because he knew he was always able to calm you down and it made him feel overwhelmingly content whenever he did. Right now though he at least wished your brain was catching fire over something small like offering him a new type of tea or short circuiting when Rudy had poured water over himself to cool down in the summer (Ale had nearly throttled him, little shit had known what he was doing) and not over something that made him want to smuggle you home to Mexico and make sure you never wanted for anything ever again.

He could put aside his own feelings right now though, walking over and enveloping you in a warm hug, squeezing just the right amount to make your words trail off and your brain slow down now that it felt safe and comfortable. You clung to him almost instantly, burying your head in his chest and fighting tears. You were so embarrassed to be caught, it made you feel like you couldn’t look after yourself at all.

It wasn’t that you had meant for it to all work out this way, but you were chasing a dream and you sort of came second to that. Last night you had finally made it and it had been better than you ever dared hope, it had been beyond perfect. You hadn’t even thought to include your own comfort in that dream of yours, and now when you really thought about how you had been living it all caught up and made you feel awful and exhausted.

“There come on now, it’s ok” Alejandro said softly, leaning a cheek against your hair and sharing a look with Kate, “we’re going to make sure you’re looked after ok? Just until we can sort something a little more permanent out for you.”

“I couldn’t, I don’t… I just need a little time to save up and I can get stuff” you sniffled, doing your best to keep it together.

You were fully out of money, last night had made a small fortune but that needed to go towards overdue bills and restocking. It was enough that you would be in the clear at least, and then you could actually start saving if you managed to make any profit. You wanted to say you could survive a few more cold nights, but now that it had finally hit you, that you had spent a night in a warm, cosy bed, you didn’t know that you could.

Alejandro just hushed soothingly at you, petting your hair and letting you cry it out. He knew for a fact Kate was taking advantage of knowing he would not do anything right now that was not solely with the purpose of your comfort in mind, he could see her typing away on her phone and glancing at him as if to say “I’m going to make sure she’s looked after, but it’s nice that you can distract her while I do that I suppose.”

Would he say he was happy when Nikolai showed up to whisk you off to a B&B for the night? Mixed feelings really. He was happy that you would spend the night safe and warm nearby. He was furious it wasn’t going to be with him. And then that vanished when he melted fully to a puddle as you darted quickly back after locking up and saying goodbye to them to nervously press a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s in the contract that I should repay you for things. I hope this works to repay you for being so kind to me.”

If Kate’s snort of amusement at his scream into his hands after you had left was anything to go by, it worked far too well.

–

“We only have a double room left, will that be ok sir?”

Nikolai had taken one look at you all cried out and sniffling outside that tea shop and decided there and then that he was going to feed you the largest meal of your life and then tuck you into a nice, warm bed and let you sleep for as long as you wanted. If he had known when he got the message from Price about the tea shop opening that you were the little thing behind the Captain and Gaz calling in all their favours he would have told the general he was flying to a critical mission to walk so he could attend.

As it was he had been on his way to visit and apologise for not making it when he had gotten the message from Kate that she was giving him a new assignment. He didn’t know the full background, he did know that the 141 was in big trouble whatever had happened. Not his problem, he was focused on you.

He had teased that he was going to fly you out of there at first and you had about passed away on the spot before he scrambled to tell you he was joking. The B&B wasn’t too far, it was in the nearest little village an hours walk from the teashop in the opposite direction of the base. You told him you were ok to walk and he had scooped you onto his back anyway, let you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder as you chatted away about anything and everything.

Your attempts at learning some Russian was adorable, trying to wrap your tongue around the words he would give you before even asking what they meant (he had gotten you to say ‘I am very cute’ perfectly and then told you it meant ‘thank you’, so delighted when you said it frequently that it overrode the guilt at being so duplicitous about it. He’d tell you one day. Maybe).

“Of course, double is perfect.”

Not that you would protest given that you were fast asleep on his back now, the weight of your head on his shoulder comforting. You deserved the rest he imagined, he had gotten pictures from Price of the opening. It wasn’t easy to have so many big personalities in one place, much less have them all vying for your attention. He took great glee knowing that every single one would be chewing glass when they found out he had you all to himself right now.

You woke up when you were put down onto the bed, blearily blinking as you tried to work out your new surroundings. It was a cosy little room, the bed you were on was like a marshmallow with the perfect firm to squishy ratio and Nikolai who you had come to like very much in the last hour was laying out a frankly disgusting amount of room service onto the little table, so much of it that you could see some had already needed to be put on the vanity.

It was wonderful to exist in a sleepy, happy haze as you ate your weight in comforting pub food, soaked in the bath he had run for you and then fell into bed. Only there was only one bed. And he was already settling himself in the armchair and putting on reading glasses that made him look adorable to start one of the little romcoms from the tiny library in the foyer. In truth Nikolai was more inclined to share, but he knew that even the act of asking you would put pressure on you. He knew a people pleaser when he saw one.

“...the bed is big enough for you as well. Would it be ok if we shared?”

Well he hadn’t expected you to be the one asking him and it took him by surprise enough that he put down his book and just blinked at you for a moment, brain short circuiting and answering in Russian instead with a heartfelt speech about how he did not want you to feel you had to offer and how he would love to hold you if you’d let him because you seemed like you should always be held and if he got to be the one to do that for only one night he would be so grateful for the trust you had given him.

You had no clue what this handsome man was saying, but it sounded nice. You hoped you hadn’t overstepped.

“I’m sorry I didn’t understand. I… have a bit of a contract with the 141. It’s for services and goods of equivalent value when they help me out. And you’ve helped me out a lot tonight so I know sharing the bed isn’t exactly, well I mean it’s really your bed, so I should be the one in the chair really, so it’s not me repaying you at all to share it” you rambled, very sleepy from the abundance of food and the warm bath.

“Oh lapposhychka, it is no wonder I got such warm messages from the Captain” Nikolai sighed, seeing how a light blush dusted across your nose when you got yourself worked up about a problem. “I do not want you to make yourself uncomfortable because you think to repay me with it.”

You brought the blankets right up to the bridge of your nose to hide your little shy smile, feeling somehow like you could tell him the truth that you could never say out loud to anyone else.

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I was the one who wrote it down to be vague just incase… people wanted to be creative with interpretation.”

Nikolai took a moment to understand and then laughed so loudly that you could hear the neighbours laughing at his boisterous laugh. He was happy to slide into bed beside you then and you were using his chest as a pillow and listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. When you tried to thank him in Russian he only laughed lightly and hugged you as you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

–

“Open bonnie.”

You automatically opened your mouth to let Soap feed you another bite of pastry, eyes not leaving the accounts you were pouring over. Johnny wasn’t complaining at how concentrated you were, not when it meant you had let yourself be hand fed by him after being manoeuvred into Simon’s lap. It was almost enough to make up for his plans being ruined to offer you his bedroom after Kate and Alejandro (and then very swiftly via Rudy’s big mouth everyone) had found out about your sleeping arrangements.

You had been back to open the next morning and were going over what it would cost to stay in the B&B and build an extension versus the cost of just renting or getting a mortgage on a place in the village. Him and Simon had shared several looks to the tune of “we are going to need to get it into her pretty head somehow that we can pay for everything and actually wouldn’t it be easier for her to always have access to everything she needed if she married one of us?” and then getting into an argument about who that should be.

It was idyllic and wonderful and then of course Simon had to be Simon and have an admirer who was jealousy pawing at the beautiful thing in his lap.

“Oh! Ah Herzogin, I’m so sorry, I’ve taken your space haven’t I?” you said with a little scritch behind her ears as you stood and stretched.

Immediately the cat was up in Simon’s lap and purring aggressively, making biscuits into his thigh. The look between him and Johnny then was more to the tune of:

“Jesus Si dae ye have tae be such a bloody cat magnet?”

“Well what do you want me to do Johnny? Shove König’s cat onto the floor?”

“Wait… wait we need tae steal König’s cat.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well if we want tae have her pick us…”

The unspoken conversation did not make it much further because you were asking if they wanted a drink. Johnny ordered an Irish coffee, Simon ordered an earl grey tea with steamed milk, vanilla and a touch of honey.

“Oh, you mean a L-” you started, Simon looking at you like he may commit homicide if you said the words ‘London Fog’ to refer to his drink order.

“Llllllarge earl grey tea with steamed milk, vanilla and a touch of honey,” you finally said, desperately improvising.

“A large, yes sweetheart” he said with a grin that nearly knocked you unconscious anytime you saw it on his unmasked face. “Although I’ll take payment for looking after the cat just now.”

While one hand was scritching at said cat he used the other to grab your waist and pull you closer, tilting his head up and smirking. Honestly he had mostly expected you to blush brightly and if he was very lucky kiss his cheek, so when you leaned down and pressed your lips to his beautifully gently the scariest solider the SAS had ever seen was reduced to blushing brightly himself.

Soap was only too eager to remind you of his services of feeding you bites of food so you wouldn’t simply waste away while you were working and your bravery only stretched so far to give him a quick peck before fleeing to the kitchen absolutely ablaze to make the coffee and London Fogarge earl grey tea with steamed milk, vanilla and a touch of honey.

–

It had been less of a fight than you thought for you to stay in the shop. Price had insisted they get you an air mattress and a proper duvet at least, but they had all been respectful of your wishes even if not happy about it when you had said you really would be ok. They were already doing so much now that you had decided to build an extension instead of renting or buying somewhere else (you loved this place so much, you didn’t want to be so far away). Already they were grumbling about contractors and how they’d do a bad job so you may as well let them do it and honestly? A little part of you felt like this was as much their baby as it was yours, so you were warmed that they wanted to help.

And you were also warmed by how they had listened. They hadn’t overruled you like you were worried they might, they had just made sure that you were safe and as comfortable as possible. Mind you their idea of safe was overkill (the locks on the door they had installed in record time were something out of a sci-fi movie and more often than not the past few weeks you had not been alone on that air mattress in the shop), but you still felt so listened to and respected in your own right.

This was the first evening in the last 5 you had spent just you and Herzogin. Well just you since she had slinked out to go cause mischief somewhere no doubt. You were honestly a little relieved when there was a knock at the door, feeling a little strange being alone now as you got up, jumped through hoops to unlock all the security protocols and opened the door.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

You did not know the American on your doorstep in the torn skull balaclava, but you could see he had been beaten badly.

“Who did this to you?” was spilling out of you as you reached out your arms to him to try to take some of his weight since he was slumped against the doorway.

“If I told you that I’d have to kill you sweetheart” he said, somehow managing to sound condescending even though he was hissing the words through gritted teeth.

It was probably a strange thing to think, but he reminded you of Simon. Something about the way he held himself, the way he handled this situation. The pet name. Maybe it was some transferred fondness that had you taking as much of his weight as you could handle and stumbling inside with him, dropping him on the sofa (a new addition thanks to Nik) and rushing over to get the first aid box that thankfully had been upgraded to a full military grade mini medic bay by Kate and Farah.

“I mean you could try, but you’re not looking so hot” you said, bringing the kit over and kneeling by the sofa to try and figure out the worst of the damage.

“Ouch sweetheart, never had anyone tell me I don’t look hot on a first date.”

Oh this man was ridiculous, but at least if he was flirting he was probably not dying.

“What can I say, high standards.”

You felt his eyes scrutinising you as you checked him over. You had trained in first aid before you had even bought this place, knowing that it would be legally required but also that morally you could not have people in your premises without knowing you could look after them. Not that your customers generally needed looking after. Even the ancient book club that had started coming in from the village on Sunday afternoons were tough as old nails.

“You’ve not called anyone.”

“Well I’m assuming you don’t want an ambulance involved, and I wanted to at least be able to say how bad you were before calling someone else.”

“Who are you gonna call?”

“Ghostbusters.”

He laughed and you hissed at him to stop when it clearly put him in more pain to do so. Poor Nik had been so proud when he had arrived with this sofa, had really been gloating to everyone about how you had reacted by launching yourself at him in a hug, and the chances of the blood stains ever coming out were very slim.

“And if I asked you not to?”

You looked at his eyes to find them staring back at you, almost in challenge. This guy sure was a piece of work, but you really wanted him to be ok. As you tried to pack the stab wound (you thought at least) with gauze, you mused that maybe this time somebody might owe you and not the other way around.

“Then I’d wait until you passed out and then call him when you couldn’t say no if I asked.”

“Good girl.”

Oh. Oh. That was not something you were going to be exploring while your hands were covered in blood. You just levelled him with a glare that very much screamed ‘behave yourself’ and grabbed your phone to call Simon. He answered on the second ring.

–

You know when you really sat down to reflect, your life had gotten so strange. Fake dating König because some wildly charming man called Graves had called you “little darlin’” and that was apparently a security threat, having to smack Soap with one of those squeaky toy hammers any time he scratched at his stitches after coming back fully banged up from a mission, having to referee a tricycle race between Ale and Valeria (your first time meeting her had been wild in and of itself), mediating the all out war between the book club made up of 80+ year olds and the 141.

One thing you could say for sure though when Price took your blind fold off to reveal the brand new extension finished with the absolute cosiest living space you could ever have wanted is that you were incredibly happy. It was a strange family that you found yourself in, but with that now almost illegible from all the additions contract proudly on the wall of your teashop, you found that it suited you just fine.

#mhairiwrites #fanfic #cod #cod au #tf 141 x reader #cod x reader #fluff #everyone x reader #I am too lazy to tag all the relationships because it would take FOREVER #keegan x reader #nikolai x reader #jamming all of the fluff tropes in actually #as a treat to myself

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crispywaffles2 · 1 month

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Hi I have a request! How about macaque and wukong (separate) acting over protective after if finding out their (female) s/o is pregnant? And how would they act throughout the whole pregnancy?

Please and thank you!

Hi! Of course I can, thank you so much for requesting! I'm not really versed in this particular field of romance or the struggles that it comes with, so I apologize if a lot of these seem out of character or unbearably tropey!

Overprotective Macaque & Wukong with a Pregnant!S/O

Macaque:

The moment it's revealed that you're pregnant he's tweaking out

He doesn't know how to be a dad what the heck

But he also can't deny that he is kind of excited at the prospect of being able to take care of your child!

Or children?

Oh my gosh what if it's twins-

He's seen mortal babies and toddlers walking about in the streets with their parents, and he's well aware of how.. tiny... and stupid... and vulnerable they are

He never much cared for it, thinking that mortal children were weak for not immediately coming into the world with powers or some sense of right and wrong

But it's different with his child! He can't let the tiny, stupid, vulnerable kid in your stomach get hurt!

Rest assured that he's rearranging furniture to make it easier for you to maneuver around

He insists on going out with you everywhere, and if you were to ever voice that you were getting tired of it, then he'd eventually relent...

Maybe send a clone or two to watch you in the shadows without your knowledge, but other than that he'll leave you alone!

He will glare at anyone who's eyes linger on your growing belly bump for too long, giving them a silent warning not to come to close

He'll throw down his cape over a small puddle, gesturing for you to safely cross. He says it's a joke, but really he wants to look like a gentleman in front of you

Despite his overprotective nature, he will not fulfill your cravings without question

"A what?? Why on Earth would our baby need to eat that?? They probably don't even like it!"

Other than your strange food requests, he's happy, eager even to help fulfill anything else

Worried about the stretch marks forming in your stomach? He'll tell you about how they remind him of battle scars and shows off his scars to you to make you feel better

"See? We're both warriors."

In pain from bad cramps? He's secretly panicking and making bad jokes while tending to you because he's nervous.

Stays by your side all the time just in case you start feeling pain. He wants to be there for you

Secretly reads books and looks up videos for first time dads when he thinks no one is looking

He's a warrior! A master of the shadows!

Sly, cunning, teasing, playful, sure!

But a father?

He couldn't even picture himself holding a baby

When the delivery finally happens he is such a Karen

Might as well hire him as a doctor, considering how he practically tried to deliver the baby himself

Eventually though he composes himself and stands in the corner fidgeting nervously

He's never been one to cry, not even in his brotherhood days, but the tears that welled up in his eyes when he held your child couldn't be helped

Instinctively starts trying to groom the baby

It's all over now. You're not pregnant, and the baby is finally here

He's still pretty protective of you, and his child even moreso

All that he could think as he looked into the eyes of your writhing, still slightly damp, baby was those nine months of making frankly disgusting foods were worth it

Wukong:

Absolutely flips when the bomb is dropped that you're pregnant

He genuinely doesn't know what to do

He's not sure if he should be excited that he's going to be a dad or worried that he's going to be a dad

We all know Wukong is protective of those he loves and carries a guilty conscience about including them in his messes

He knows that pretending he knows what he's doing won't get him out of every situation. He knows how many messes he pulls people into. He knows that his lingering 'do now ask questions later' mentality can put those he loves in danger

And now he has a baby too??

It takes a bit, but he eventually starts to warm up to the idea

He's the monkey king! And he'll teach his child to be better than him. Stronger, smarter! Well, not that much stronger because then he wouldn't really hold the crown the one of the strongest beings and he would not be able to handle that

Still though, he'll raise this baby and change his ways doing so

He's cartwheeling all over the place after a while just from pure excitement

Trust and believe this man is NOT reading any baby books or watching any videos. He doesn't need some mortal telling him how to raise his kid. He's the Great Sage

Whether that's a good or bad thing is up to interpretation

He'll rant to his monkeys about all of the things he'll teach the child, and he does it with so much excitement that even they get pumped up

Will try to speculate it's gender and appearance with you

"Maybe it'll have your pretty eyes and my handsome jawline! Or maybe it'll have your hair and a little tail like it's dad!"

Makes little baby toys out of sticks and leafs

He is actually super overprotective of you, but tries to pretend he's just being casual

"Where are you going? Not that I care or anything... You're trying to go to the store?? Babe, you should totally just.. stay here with me. I can make one of my clones do the shopping."

Will furiously stammer and insist that he's not worried about you if you ask

He knows you can handle yourself! It's just... You're all pregnant and vulnerable and round and he's such a worrywart about you!

He thinks that if anything even gently bumps your tummy the baby won't grow or something, so he's constantly paranoid

Rearranges furniture so it's easier for you to get around

He even cleans up just to lighten your load a bit! He must really love you!

He's actually super eager about people looking at your belly bump in public and will absolutely go off on a tangent about how his beautiful partner is about to have a beautiful baby and it's going to be beautiful

But if someone gets a little too close to you he will not hesitate to push them down or maybe accidentally give them a broken wrist if they reach out to touch your stomach

Is confused about why everyone isn't literally bowing to you while you're walking the streets

Genuinely got upset when you two were walking through a crowd and he had to hold you because people wouldn't just part for the pregnant woman walking through

"What?? Ten dollars for this? You do know my partner is pregnant right? This should be free for her! Everyday is a struggle for her! You'd have no idea what she's been through and you're charging her ten dollars-"

He's an absolute Karen

Suggests putting a pillow over your stomach

"That way you won't bump into anything and our child can be cozy!"

Because Wukong is an absolute hazard in the kitchen, he's concocted a crazy amount of different foods

He has no problem fulfilling your strange food requests and even eats them with you

"Oh my goodness! I love crab cakes with syrup!! I'll make some for both of us bud."

Has like three different emergency plans for when you're in pain

The moment you lurch forward or let out a groan he's on it

With a snap of his fingers his monkeys are all marching over to help you sit down in a single file line

He sits there and soothes you as best as he can while his monkeys scamper around trying to get anything you request

When it's finally time Wukong is genuinely confused, thinking that it's just contractions or something, but you keep yelling at him and saying "IT'S TIME!!"

Time for what?? Lunch or...?

Thinking the baby is talking to him through you, he hoists you up on his somersault cloud and zips off

When the doctor gives him a strange look and tells him you're just about to have your baby he freaks out

He tries to help in any way he can, holding your hand, breathing with you

Offers to help with the delivery of the baby

"Oh, looks like it's a bit stuck. Need a little help there bud?"

Losing his mind in the corner of the room but trying to play it cool for you and the doctors.

"Why is it slimy?" Are quite literally the first words that come out of his mouth when the baby is delivered

When he finally has his child in his arms he's all over it

Kisses, cooing, holding, hugging or even just staring at it

He may not know much about being a father, but he will try his best to teach his child not to go down the path he did because he already loves it to the moon and back

#lmk #lmk x reader #sun wukong lmk #wukong x reader #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #lmk headcanon

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gyusimp · 4 months

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big boob reader giving gyutaro a titjob?

°•Gyutaro x Reader (Titjob fic/headcanons)

It was a weekend like any other, you got up and after taking a shower you went to the bedroom and changed your clothes. Something comfortable, just some shorts and a crop top t-shirt that fits your curves. You saw Gyutaro put some order in several places, it was a little strange but after all it was your boyfriend's apartment and he let you live there so you decided to help him clean and tidy too. You two washed the dishes and dirty clothes, dusted the furniture and many other household chores until it was almost noon, you were about to put away the clothes that were in the dryer but you felt another discomfort in your chest, again. It was probably the bra you bought yesterday so you went to the room to check it.

You closed the door after entering and began to adjust the clasps and straps but nothing worked, lately you had a hard time getting the size of your bras right because your bust had been growing and it was annoying to come home sore after a day of work and see the red marks that the garment left on your body. You didn't have enough patience for this, you assumed that you bought the wrong size and you decided to take it off, you didn't bother putting on another one because it was much more comfortable to be that way and you would also spend the whole day at home so there was no problem. After that, you left to continue your chores.

Gyutaro ran into you several times in the apartment while the two of you were cleaning and it was inevitable that he saw your naked breasts under your small t-shirt. Every time he could, he looked at your bust and how your areolas were visible under the almost transparent fabric as it was white. Gyutaro was beginning to get as hard as your nipples highlighted in your clothes. He imagined endless things and little by little he became more aroused, feeling the bulge between his pants throb, wetting his underwear.

Both of you decided to take a lunch break, you fell exhausted onto the couch and Gyutaro sat down next to you. You spread both arms on the backrest and leaned your head back.

"Aah, I'm tired..." you said panting.

The tone in which you spoke made Gyutaro imagine dirty scenarios with you. Everything remained silent so you opened your eyes and turned towards him to catch him staring right at your breasts. It caught you off guard, but it wasn't anything bad for you.

"I-is something wrong, honey?" Gyutaro looked into your eyes and smiled cheekily at you, he moved closer to you and started kissing your neck.

"Do you have any idea how hard you made me?" He said between the kisses, his hand went to one of your breasts to caress it over the fabric. "I love it when you let me see your body more than necessary...you have very nice breasts." His voice was sensual and deep, making your crotch throb too.

"You like what you see?" You dared to ask, positioning yourself on the couch so he could climb on top of you.

"I'd rather touch you."

Gyutaro kissed your lips, you parted your lips and gave way to his tongue while you kissed every part of his mouth and he got rid of his shirt and your shorts to throw them on the floor, you opened your legs and wrapped them around his small waist to rub your panties against him but then one of your knees hit the couch. You had already gotten horny but sometimes the couch was a little uncomfortable to do so and now more than anything you wanted some good sex with Gyutaro so you whispered in his ear to take you to bed while you bit and played with his ear. He accepted and carried you in his arms down the hallway until he placed you on the mattress.

After a few games of stimulation, Gyutaro removed your panties and his boxers where you could see his tip dripping and the center of his underwear wet with his precum. His hands went to your tight little shirt and pulled it up to take it off and make your breasts bounce on the spot. You were naked beneath him, wet and with your legs spread for him. Gyutaro had the perfect view of you and when he could finally have your breasts exposed only to his gaze he lost control over himself.

"Fuck, do you know how long I've been wanting to touch those tits?" He said, hooking your legs around his waist as he crouched down.

Gyutaro's face got between your two breasts to lick the sides of each one and massage them, you could feel his hot and slippery tongue caressing your hard and sensitive nipples that were beginning to turn red from the treatment he gave them both, then an idea came straight to Gyutaro's mind. His fist went down to his cock to pump it a little and make his precum drip onto his hand, he traced some circles on his tip and gasped at the pleasure of his touch but before changing his plans and masturbating, he let go of his tip and left his erection almost in your face in front of you. You assumed Gyutaro wanted a blowjob so you opened your mouth but when you were about to take it he stopped you.

"Wait, I have a better idea." He told you, his voice needy.

Gyutaro settled on top of you and took both of your breasts to press them in the center and put his cock right in the middle of both of them so that you could take it with them.

"You can fuck me with them, right?" He said with the most perverted look.

You smiled back and gladly accepted, Gyutaro began to move and you could feel his erection sliding in the middle of your bust, squeezing his length with both of your tits where his juices were beginning to stain you and cause wet sounds. Every time Gyutaro moved forward, the tip of his cock slid up to your chin in front of your face so you didn't miss the opportunity to take him in your mouth when you had him in front of you, making him moan.

"Fuck yes! Like that, babe, suck it-aah!" He moaned, lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

A sensation in his pelvis made him know that he would end up cumming, he saw how small amounts of semen began to shoot onto your breasts when you stopped sucking him and looking for some air, his orgasm would not come yet and before that he decided to change position. Gyutaro positioned himself face down on top of you, forming a 69 without his cock slipping, he continued moving and fucking your boobs while you looked down and knew what he wanted. You wanted it too, you could feel your hard clit throbbing and you badly needed any contact on your pussy judging by how wet you were.

You rubbed your thighs to stimulate any part inside your folds and you felt small ropes stretch between your thighs dripping towards your ass. Gyutaro stuck his fingers into your hole and surprised himself by seeing how wet you were, your soaked hole made it so he could slide almost all the way in making you arch your back screaming in pleasure as his thumb caressed your clit and played with it. Your tits made his cock bounce in the middle of them, a while later Gyutaro opened your legs more so he could eat you completely and suck on your lips, warming your core with his tongue until all that was necessary for you to cum in his mouth.

The heat of your orgasm made you lose yourself in the lust of the moment and you took the tip of his penis into your mouth again to suck his juices and play with your tongue on him while he accelerated the pace of his hips to fuck you, you held your two tits to squeeze him tighter and you took him out of your mouth when you felt a few hot drops fall on your tongue. When you did, Gyutaro cum and splashed his entire orgasm all over you, leaving your chest and tits covered in his thick, hot seed dripping onto your nipples, even a few drops onto your cheeks. Gyutaro took out the fingers he had inside your pussy and licked them so as not to waste a single drop of you, then he got up and lay down next to you to appreciate you covered in his sperm.

"Have you had your fill or do you still want to eat something?" He asked you, mockingly.

This was revitalizing, thanks for the request! Is it so bad that I like writing smut so much? 😭 if it's Gyutaro it's never obscene enough

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #gyutaro smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny smut #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tit job

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lvyu · 2 years

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sleepy confessions; wilbur soot x reader

— ask, synopsis: after four days of no sleep, your boyfriend is insistent on getting you to bed as quick as he can.

— notes: story is altered from ask, see linked ask for anon’s original idea.

“sweetheart,” wilbur mumbles. “you okay? you’re kinda… airheaded.” you decided to play minecraft while he finished up doing some business at his office. you placed blocks painfully slowly, he observed, and you seemed out of it, softly singing a silly song.

you nodded. “just tired, will— ‘m haven’t slept.”

the mouse was taken from your hands, though you barely registered it. “how long?” he logged out of the computer.

“like a kajillion hours.”

the ends up his lips quirked upwards. “okay, gonna get you to bed.” he hasn’t seen you in a week, but it had to have been a long time considering your sluggish behavior and near-constant yawning. he pulled you up towards him, grabbing his stuff too. “just a sleepy baby, huh?”

he would’ve carried you if it wasn’t for the heavy backpack on his back. alternatively, he interlocked your fingers, kissing your head as he locked his door.

the cab ride home was quiet, you were rambling, point completely incoherent, but he let you continue, only laughing at your ridiculousness. you were funny when you were sleepy.

he damn near dragged you to your apartment and you thought it was hilarious. a good samitarian in the front of the complex even thinking you were being kidnapped. had it not been for your nice neighbors leaving their homes vouching for him, he was sure he would have gotten arrested.

(“no ma’am, we’re dating, they’re just tired– tell them, sweetheart.” / “i’m but a shell of a person.” / “sir, i’m calling the police.”)

you flopped onto his bed, snuggling deeper into his comforter and lazily tossed blankets. he groaned, still annoyed from the previous encounter with the stranger outside. he sat down by you, taking off your shoes along with his. you’d wake up and start screaming about the dirty shoes being on the furniture. (“you wear them all the time? who are you?”)

“i love you,” lifting your head temporarily, you spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “so pretty and nice ‘n you always… take care of me,” your hand looks for his, your face buried in his pillows; stunned, his own hand reaches out and meets you. “and i love you… a whole-eee lot.”

he wasn’t sure what it was about it, but something about adding the ‘i’ before ‘love you’ made it seem so much more important.

wilbur, finally getting over his initial shock, crawled up on the bed and enveloped your tired self in his arms, humming happily. “i love you too,” he’d been waiting for forever to say it. “so, so much, sweetheart.”

the romantic inside him couldn’t help himself. “gonna love you forever,” he kissed your temple. “you really love me?”

you mumbled in response, barely grasping onto consciousness. he laughed softly, tightening his grip around you.

he sighed. “just my sleepy baby, huh?” he’d ask you again in the morning, and he’d tell you just how much he loved you too.

#pom’s writing corner #anon.asks #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur x you #mcyt wilbur x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n

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venusandsaturnsrings · 1 year

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I think I live on ur blog at this point... anyway doberman hybrid childe <33

I fully agree he has uncropped ears and a stub of a tail!! I think he's a Doberman cause they're extremely loyal, protective, obedient, strong and adore their families <33 though I think childe doesn't fit the bill for the extreme intelligence </3

He definitely stands behind you all scary like when ur walking around places to scare off creeps the ofc goes away whenever you turn towards him he basically melts and his stubby tail wags so fast:((( he's definitely disposed of creeps without you realizing cause he can't have his pretty adoring chubby owner knowing that some trash was bothering her!!

OMG imagine giving him a collar he'd so wear with pride :(( he def moans when you put it on him each morning (he would have it on forever if he could but u say it isn't good to sleep in </3) you definitely can't bathe on ur own anymore bcs what if little ol you drowns somehow he HAS to be there to keep watch!! He's also in there to oogle at ur body but shhh you don't have to know that :(( he also humps you in his sleep to hes just SO NEEDY :((( imagine you get even the tiniest bit needy and he can smell it right away so he obviously puts his nose in your panties and whines when until you let him eat you out!! Your pussy is his fav thing to slobber on but your tits and panties are a close second!! Imagine pegging Doberman childe and he just can't stop whining so u stuffy your used panties in his mouth<33 (he lives for it btw) taking him out for a walk but you have a pretty leash attached to his collar and he walks slowly so you're basically choking him (he's so hard and is SO cute)

like I said earlier when you bathe he has to be in there you bathe imagine him whining and scratching outside the door while you use the bathroom bcs "it's too embarrassing" for him to watch you </3 UGH imagine humiliating him by making him eat from a dish on the ground :(( when he's been a good boy and you reward him by letting him eat you out or fuck you himself<33 he can't WAIT to fill you up with pups and breed ur pretty little self!! Ofc if he chooses eating you out that day for the reward he def adores when ur chubby thighs wrap around his head to the point he can't breathe and when you sit on his face ugh, he's in heaven <3 I think all childes no matter the au adore fat pussy lips and like to bite at them :(( if your just to tired to get him off for the day you ofc let him humble your leg till he's satisfied</3 (which is never but he'll just use you in your sleep later) if he's been a bad doggy then imagine putting him in a cock cage and making him clean the whole house and when I say clean I mean full on scrub the floors clean!! Another punishment could be putting a cockrimg on him and cockwarming him while you sleep (ofc you have ur hand right on his ears to make him more sensitive!!) He helps carrying groceries and furniture and even with cooking cause Doberman are working dogs and he would rather DIE then let you lift a finger<33 imagine how cute he would be when you first adopt him ofc he's terrified and tears things up till he realizes you aren't going to hurt him then he becomes all territorial bcs ur HIS nobody elses!! (You were definitely warned he had behavior issues at the shelter cause he was on the verge of being put down cause of his behavior)

OH MY GOD that was alot... but I just adore childe!! Also this is a bit embarrassing to admit but earlier I was rubbing my puffy clit thinking about us sloppily making out while we rub our puffy pussies together :(( I was looking at some of ur pics while doing cause ur just SO cute I also thought about you sucking my big tits after a long day cause they get so sore :(( incase you were wondering my bust size is 58 inches ;)) or just me sitting on your pretty little face till you start crying for air<33 -chubby darling anon <333 ( I could write paragraphs of things I could imagine doing to you <33)

anon. anon. anon. anon. anonanonanon… ANON. im going insane. delusional, even. wow. ok. uhm… ahem…

puppytaru… his adorable little stump tail :(( his pathetic little wiggles whenever he’s happy god he’s such a sweetheart :((

doberman puppytaru i know he’s slinging MEAT down there… big dog = big cock but he’s so unfamiliar with anything intimate and has no clue how to use it. often just rubs himself on you so so needy and whiny :(( regularly creams in his pants even from the slightest of contact because you work him up so easy by just existing. the only things he knows how to do are protect, be overwhelming affectionate, and hump anything that reminds him of you when he can feel his cock get all swollen and sensitive. definitely has a very delicate tip!! kiss it once and he’s busting!! so when he finally gets permission to slip it in you his cumming before he can even bottom out :(( so pathetic and needy…

ABSOLUTELY protective. definitely needs some good training to be less aggressive towards anyone that looks at you but he can’t help it!! you’re his and he’s yours!! but puppytaru training can be fun. especially with the sweetest collar and leash that he loves being tugged around on. he’s an early riser, in more ways than one, so when you wake up he’s already nudging your hands with his nose and begging for his collar to be put on. he just loves it so much!! whimpers, moans, and grinds his cock on the floor as you strap it on… i can’t imagine him ever sleeping clothed so his bare dick is rubbing so cute on the floor and leaving the sweetest little pools of seed :(( click your tongue and him and force his head down to clean up the mess!! so rude of him to get your floors all dirty… big masochist you’re so right!! loves it when he chokes on the collar from being pulled around on his leash. he’s so adorable when he actually behaves on his walks though!! pointing at birds, sniffing the air, saying hi to all the other puppies (definitely NOT evaluating them as potential threats)… but more often than not he’s dawdling just so he can choke and gag from the pulling!! he just looks so cute when he’s panting with legs shaking and a very obvious bulge and wet spot in his pants :(( soggy puppytaru he’ll do anything that feels good!!

very sloppy pussy eater!! so true!! drools and whimpers into your cunt while sucking everywhere he can and nibbling gently on your pussy lips :(( his lil stump is wagging so hard the whole time cause he knows if he does real good you’ll touch him next!! and he just dies and comes back to life every time you finish and invite him up!! doesn’t matter if you just jerk him off or let him fuck you, he’s happy with anything. just please please please touch his cock!! he needs it!!

puppytaru punishments :(( the worst one you can give him is locking him in the kennel you kept from when you first brought him home. he’ll cry and sob apologies while pawing at the metal grates until you take pity on him. but!! before you let him out, make sure to sit your bare cunt on top of the kennel!! he’ll suck and eat away at you so desperately cause he just wants to make you happy and there’s nothing better than an apologetic puppytaru giving you head through his kennel!! by the time you let him out he’s in tears but he’ll behave real well for the next… day, at most. lighter punishments could definitely be the cutest cock cage!! locking him up so he can’t touch it at all makes him so whiny. on average he gets off at least twice a day so leave him locked up for two days in you’ll have a very well behaved pup in exchange for a nice handjob.

sure, he’s very badly behaved sometimes but he’s just the cutest most hardworking pup!! puppytaru only wants your affection and love… and for his dick to be played with every hour but that’s it!! he’ll give you everything he has in return!!

-> linking this pathetic foxtaru but i did just cause it follows a similar sort of soggy lil guy roll!!

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anon… i’ve reread this a million times… i hope u know my pussy is THROBBING for u!! never in my life did i think i would be so lucky to have such confessions in my ask box but i’m thrilled!! i’m glad i meet ur standards and that i helped u to get off hehe!! i… i’ve admitted it before but i’m saying it again: i’m very much a virgin so i don’t have any titty sucking experience BUT i love sucking on other things!! so i’m sure i’d do alright given the opportunity :3 im a very clean and even 40 inch bust and hip to a 30 inch waist!! i’m very symmetrical in that regard but… i’m a sucker for big boobs… i love tits… squishy good for resting head and massaging!! i will knead ur boobs like a cat!! hehe im always open to hearing more of ur thoughts on ME!! i love attention!! me me me me me me me me me me!! i understand puppytaru!!

ps. this reddit post is very me and puppytaru core

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Headcanons for Arthur living a calm happy life in the country 💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💳😭

Arthur's life in the country ~ Headcanon

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Warning: mention of war, PTSD (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Arthur doesn’t just pack up and move to the country. Instead, he takes a task from Tommy which is distributing some money to the widows of old comrades. She lives in a very rural place, barely a village, with lots of farms around.

Since it is so far away from everything else, she offers him some lunch, which he accepts. It is nothing special, nothing fancy, but honest food with vegetables that grew in the garden. He leaves.

When it is Autumn, he arrives one time to see them readying the garden for the winter months and Arthur decided to help out with some of the heavy lifting

As a thank you he receives a large basket of produce. Not the fancy expensive London kind Tommy and Polly like so much, but homemade.

From that point on, he is always asking if there are some things that need fixing or might need an extra hand, no matter with what. So instead of dropping off some money and only staying for a quick lunch, he starts to spend afternoons and dinners too before leaving

He isn’t hesitant to help out her neighbours too who are always grateful for an extra pair of hands.

They don’t know him, so they don’t know the weight his name carries, or of the bad deeds he felt weighing on him.

There is something about the physical work that calms him, it tires his muscles and soothes his mind, whether it is chopping wood, helping the neighbouring farmers with the heavy lifting, or something as menial as mashing strawberries for marmalade or planting vegetables. He even picks up woodcarving again on the days when there is less to do

It’s not profitable work, not really, but he can see the gains while he is working and that’s something. His hands create things now that are good, that are useful and the pride he feels from watching a seed he had placed grow into a plant that is able to carry fruit creates a feeling of satisfaction that is free from malice

Sure, it is quiet out there, less flashy, less noisy, but it had been such a long time since Arthur not only had the time but also the sense of safety and the inner calm to pick up a pencil again and attempt to draw.

That is an addiction all on its own.

Ada and Polly are suspicious, because this life is far from what they would ever desire and Tommy is not happy at all when Arthur announces that he will leave Birmingham for the country life.

But Arthur won’t let the teasing get through to him and in the end they have to accept it, his absence for most of the year, the old furniture that isn’t as comfortable as their own luxury chaise longues from Paris when they do come to visit, and the baskets of homegrown produce he always gives them

The demons still come for him from time to time, but he has learned quickly that he can chase them away with things other than whisky, snow or fighting. Instead, he can go out and cut down a tree, chopping it down to firewood, or by building a shed. There is always work to be done out here, and by the time the exhaustion settles in his body, his terrors have melted away.

It is a simple life, one void of ambition and while some jokes may remain, there are nights in which Tommy feels more envious of his brother than ever before, while he is sitting in a rocking chair at a fireplace burning wood he had chopped and dried, eating biscuits who had been freshly made and whose smell fill the whole house, who is no longer afraid of falling asleep to the sound of knitting needles, knowing he’d be woken by the sun and the sound of birds chirping.

It is a simple life, yes, but it is also a good one.

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Hi There! Your Oz pregnancy fic was so cute! It gave me all the feels! ♥ I just love your writing

Do you think we could get a follow up? The reader is a good few months into their pregnancy and of course Oz is lovingly tending to their every need and going going all in preparing for the little one! Maybe reader is starting to feel a bit self conscious about their growing baby bump but of course Ozzie is there to dispell any negative thoughts!

Chick: Part 2

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1.1k part 1 here i am so domestic for this man you have no idea like ?? i am fully in love with him and you're not helping anon, but uh guess who got carried away with themselves oops 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: pregnancy, afab female reader, mostly fluff, body worship a little bit kind of

Whenever everything felt like it was too much, you took yourself to the nursery. Oswald had it decorated as a surprise. He’d spent days planning things, weeks organising the work, and it had now been seven months since you told him and everything was finally complete. Every time you went in you noticed a new detail. Solid silver accents, deep, dark wooden furniture, lavender walls, silk sheets. And in the corner of the antique crib, a small stuffed penguin with a small purple bow around its neck. It made you giggle every time you saw it, but now as you held it in your hands, you began to cry.

From behind you, the door creaked open as Oswald entered the room behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“Hormones hitting bad today, huh sweetheart?”

Quickly wiping away at the tears on your sleeve, you turned to him, trying to smile and instead letting out a harsh sob as he brought you in close, still clutching the tiny penguin to your heart as the bigger one held you to his.

“Oh, oh no…shh, shh. It’s ok! What’re you crying for?”

“I don’t even know, Ozzie!”

He held the back of your neck with one hand, holding you close to him, trailing his thumb up and down it softly. His other rested on your stomach, fingers pressed delicately into the skin, like he was trying to hug it in the gentlest way possible, but you nudged him away, turning from him.

“Please don’t. I feel really big and clumsy and-”

“Big and clumsy and beautiful better be how that sentence was going.”

Turning back to him, you let your lip wobble, trying to make him feel bad for agreeing with you.

“What? You’re not small, you got a whole other human inside you. And you are clumsy. I guess because your feet are swollen and you’re having to balance yourself when your front sticks out further than your back. But to be fair, sweetheart, you were clumsy before.”

It was futile to argue, because he was right.

“But you’re beautiful, just as much as you were before and just as much as you’ll always be.”

You offered him a smile, but you still couldn’t offer a wholehearted one. Your mood was terrible. Every day you woke up tired and uncomfortable, spent the hours moping around waiting for Oz to come home, and then felt bad for complaining to him the whole time he was with you. All you could muster was the smallest grin.

“I think I know what’ll cheer you up, you gotta come see what I bought today.”

“More?”

“Look, you gotta get used to this, doll.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, grabbing your hand sin his. “You’re not the only one who gets spoiled anymore.” Winking, he kept hold of one of your hands and led you down the stairs to the foyer. Each step you took, he was one ahead of you, turned slightly to make sure you were going one at a time, foot carefully on each one before moving the other.

Truthfully, if it had been anyone else, you might have wanted to push them down the stairs in front of you. You were perfectly capable of walking. But Oz had been so protective, so loving and caring, you couldn’t be annoyed at him in the slightest. This was how he loved.

“Ok, one more step and then close your eyes.”

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, you scrunched your eyes shut tight, listening to him shuffling around in bags and boxes that he had put in the other room.

“So, first thing.”

“First thing? How many things are there?”

“Shh, shh…don’t worry about it! First thing, is this!”

You opened your eyes, jumping back a little as you were met with what you would have guessed was around a six-foot tall stuffed penguin. Exactly the same as the one you were still holding, only ridiculously huge.

“Oswald!”

“What, so the little chick doesn’t miss me when I’m gone! Close your eyes again, next surprise!”

It was hard not to smile as you waiting, listening to him wrestling with the giant penguin, rustling around to get his next purchase out.

“Ok, ta-dah!”

When you opened your eyes, he was holding out a dress, deep purple, soft material, a necklace around the hanger that matched it perfectly.

“Ozzie…it’s beautiful…”

“And it’ll fit perfect, I took in one of the ones you’ve been wearing around the house so they could get the size just right.” He lifted the necklace off, setting the dress down on the console table, and stepped behind you, draping it onto your body and fastening it, fingers grazing against the nape of your neck before he placed a kiss against it.

“We gotta go out tonight, celebrate! Anywhere you want! You’re wearing that dress, that necklace, and your best smile, kid, regardless where we go. Given your cravings, I am full prepared to put my bowtie on and take you to the drive-thru. But we’re celebrating either way.”

“Celebrating what?”

“Oh! Ok, eyes closed, final surprise.”

As you waited for him, you could feel yourself giggling a little. You were glad he suggested the drive-thru. Dressing up nice, getting into the car without his driver, eating something greasy and then making out in the backseat felt like it might be the thing that would make you finally feel like yourself again.

“You almost done, Ozzie?”

Nothing, silence.

“Ozzie?”

You didn’t want to ruin his surprise, but you were beginning to worry that the stuffed penguin had fallen, suffocating him as you stood there blissfully unaware and thinking about burgers. Deciding it might be worth it to save his life, you opened your eyes.

Ever the romantic, a truly traditional man, Oz knelt before you, ring box in his hand, ridiculously huge gem obscuring even the ring itself.

“Oswald Cobblepot, get up right now.”

“Not until you say yes, sweetheart.”

“You’re joking? This is the moment you’ve picked? I’m dressed in three day old pyjamas, I’m carrying a stuffed toy, I haven’t showered today, I’m absolutely huge and-”

“You’ve never looked better. You’re radiant, gorgeous, soft. I’ve never looked at anything like you, and I don’t wanna look at anything else. Now come on, kid. Don’t make me beg you. Mia amata, marry me?”

It was stupid, you didn’t really answer, you just threw your arms around him and lifted his chin up to kiss him. But he knew what you meant.

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masterwords · 11 months

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something like sanctified

Summary: Hotch & Morgan have a little accident while messing around. Now, their bed is broken and Hotch is a little broken too. Shopping for a new bed is more than a little embarrassing with your arm in a sling. (Alternate summary: they're too damn old for this shit.)

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 3k

Warnings: sex & a shoulder injury (no explicit sex, just obviously that's kind of the theme of these hijinks)

Notes: Today we're using a prompt from my forever muse @unionjackpillow - "Shopping for a new bed because the old one - that they got only 2 years ago - broke. Now they’re trying not to tell the sales person why exactly the frame is no longer in one piece." Oh. Well. I don't think they needed to say anything at all, do you? This fits into the Chicago Timeline, so they're older and have creaky bones but they're definitely not wiser. (The title sounds very serious but it's a line from "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye so...)

Read on AO3 if you prefer!

“They don't need our whole life story,” Hotch said, perhaps a little too stiff as he tried to pull himself out of the car. He didn't mean for it to come out that way, but it did need to be said. Most people would assume that to be the case...not Derek. Not the man who could charm his way into a new friendship any place he went if he was in the right mood. Today seemed like one of those dangerous days. “Okay? You're not on the market for a new best friend, just a bed. Because you broke the last one...”

“We broke the last one. And why are you so mean anyway? You were having just as much fun as I was.”

“You’re right. I'm sorry. I’m tired and my shoulder hurts, I probably should have stayed home. I shouldn't take it out on you, even if it is your fault.”

Derek rolled his eyes dramatically and hooked his arm around Hotch's waist, careful not to bump against his sore arm. He did have a point, they had been a little rough the night before and when you’re on the bottom of some intense acrobatics when your bed breaks and your arm takes the brunt of two people’s weight against an unforgiving hardwood floor...Derek supposed he had a fairly good excuse for being a little on the grumpy side. “I'm gonna tell 'em everything. About how you dislocated your shoulder, about how I offered to set it back in place and you growled at me to keep my hands off...about the trip to the ER at 2am, everything.” Hotch wasn’t proud of his reaction but the injury had blindsided him. He was nearly finished, his mind was way out in the stratosphere and then WHAM! His entire world exploded in bright hot agony. It took him nearly a full minute to even figure out what happened and in that minute he did not want to be touched. He’d already apologized about one hundred times.

“I would prefer you didn’t.” How was that for diplomatic? What he really wanted to say was the fuck you are, but he didn’t swear often and he really didn’t think it would come across as (almost) playful as he meant it. Better let that one die on his tongue. Derek’s jovial mood was hanging by a thread, too, and he was a lot better at hiding it but Hotch knew how easily they could devolve into a bitter argument.

They ended up at the mall, purely because Derek was hungry and planned to send Hotch on a mission to grab them some lunch and wait at the food court while he talked his way around the furniture store. The problem in that plan, he discovered, was that Hotch with only one useful arm wasn’t going to be able to easily carry trays of food on his own, not without risking some very embarrassing public mishaps. Like he needed to draw more attention to the humiliation of the injury.

Derek did plan to be vague, he wasn’t a complete maniac, but it was fun to let Hotch think that their antics would be center stage. Hotch turned down the food court idea promptly, insisting that they go together or not at all. The pain in his shoulder was making him feel a little sick, and he wanted nothing more than to stand beside Derek quietly observing. There wasn’t much Derek could do when Hotch looked at him with those sleepy dazed eyes, the look of a man who was just beginning to feel the effects of the pain medicine he’d taken before they left the house so he could get through the day as comfortably as possible. There was a time, years ago, when he wouldn’t have touched the pills but he was too old for that now. His body already hurt whether he injured it or not, and dislocating your shoulder is a young man’s game as the doctor had said. Scolded. It was kind of a scolding. “How do you dislocate your shoulder at this time of night?” he’d asked, and Hotch had no good answer. In his days as an FBI Agent that answer was always easy, it hadn’t occurred to him that he no longer had that safety net. Derek wasn’t even in the room with him, just to be a little less obvious. It didn’t matter. “Take it easy, you’re no spring chicken. This’ll take a little longer to heal.”

Longer to heal spelled trouble anyway. He’d dislocated his left shoulder which meant writing was going to be a challenge down the line. Hopefully taking longer didn’t mean past Spring Break, or at least that he would have some command of his arm by the time classes resumed. He hated to have to add taking time off to the list of indignities he was suffering for having a little too much fun with his boyfriend. Lesson learned. Maybe. It was fun.

“Just time for an upgrade?” the salesman asked with a wink, eyeing Hotch in his sling with a knowing look. Hotch felt the flush of utter humiliation rising like the tide in his neck. How did he know already? Were they that obvious?

“Yes.”

“Anything in particular you're looking for?”

Derek grinned. “Can we look at the ones with the padded headboards?” He was tired of hitting his head on hard wood, he’d been complaining about it for months. Now was the time to make a change if there ever was one.

Hotch wanted to die immediately, this was only getting worse. He should have gone to the food court. Dropping a tray of soda and pizza in the middle of hungry families eating would have been preferable to the horrors of this interaction. The salesman glanced from one of them to the other and nodded sagely. “Of course. We have some very nice ones, just got ‘em in.”

While they walked toward the showcase area, Hotch rubbed absently at the back of his hand resting in the sling. His fingers were tingling, they felt the way he imagined the inside of a snow globe might feel all liquid and glitter swishing and moving around. It wasn’t quite static, it was less intense than that but still unnerving. An unfortunate but temporary side effect of the injury they assured him would pass within a day or so. Sometimes nerves got jostled or pinched, but as long as it wasn’t painful or numb it was probably fine. He didn’t care for the word probably being used in a medical capacity. Come back if it doesn’t go away in 24 to 48 hours, that’s the drill. Hotch flexed his hand and sighed. At least, for the first time that day, he didn’t feel his tendons pull angrily at his injured joint. It was blissfully unaware of the movement below.

“I like the gray one,” Derek said pointing to a dark gray tufted headboard. It was nice. Looked like a bed and a wing back chair had an elegant baby, and he didn't mind it. Didn’t particularly like it bu the didn’t hate it either, and he wasn’t terribly picky about what his bed looked like. He cared a lot more about the mattress. “What do you think?”

The bed frame was upholstered in the same dark gray fabric, low to the ground, with no foot board. Metal, not wood. “It’s nice. You choose, I really don’t care as long as I can sleep in a bed tonight.” He was grouchy, running on about three hours of sleep and he was in pain...not really his shoulder, but every overcompensating muscle group that surrounded his shoulder ached deep and complained loudly. He wanted to be sitting down. He couldn’t possibly keep it still enough to be comfortable otherwise.

“Looks sturdy.”

“I've heard plenty of stories of beds being broken,” the salesman started with a sly smile. Hotch turned away. “If you can imagine it, someone has told me about it. Of course there’s the naughty stuff, but there’s also animals and kids and people rearranging a room, earthquakes…” he was rambling, he’d already clearly decided they had sex, he kept eyeing Hotch’s sling and the bags under his eyes. You don’t end up in a sling because your dog jumped on your bed, or your kid, and there hadn’t been an earthquake in Chicago recently. It was a pretty sure bet. “But not this style. Indestructible. How’d you hurt your arm anyway? Looks fresh.”

Derek, sensing the way Hotch immediately bristled at the question and moreover the implication, stepped in. “Work accident. I think we’ll take this one, it’s nice. Matches the rest of the bedroom. How soon can it be delivered?”

They’d told Jessica and Jack the same thing. A work accident. Jessica just gave them that look, wondering what kind of a work accident a professor of law could possibly get into (especially while his students were on spring break) and Hotch was sure he would fold if she asked for details...he couldn’t lie to her. But she didn’t ask, and Jack only rolled his eyes and said yeah, right, whatever. Hotch couldn’t tell if it was the kind of sarcastic yeah right that said he knew exactly what they were doing, or if maybe he thought Hotch had been doing something stupid like climbing a ladder without Derek there to support him...wouldn’t put it past him. Could go either way. He hoped for the latter of the two. In any case, the two of them were back in Virginia so Jack could spend his spring break with Roy. The broken frame was removed from the house and Hotch could live with that lie. Of course they’d have to answer for why they had a new bed once Jack returned to Chicago but that was a problem for next week.

“This afternoon. You’ll be sleeping in your brand new bed tonight.”

“Do we have to build it ourselves?” He sounded like a wuss, he knew it. He could build the damn thing himself he just...didn’t want to. He wanted to sit with Hotch on the couch and not worry about it. He wanted to throw a nice big tip at someone who was willing to do it for them.

“We can send someone out to put it together,” the salesman said, leading them toward the cash register. “It’s a two person job, and it appears you only have one able to work so I get it. They’re booked out a few days but I’ll see if I can’t get someone out there for you today.”

The bed was delivered and built without issue while Hotch took a much needed nap on the couch with Hank. Hotch needed the nap more than Hank did. Fran was fussing over him, knowing exactly what happened and not shying away from shaming her son for his childish antics. “You two are grown men, you have children who live in this house…”

“There weren’t any kids here, ma. We had a night free to be grown ups and do what grown ups do. We’re not allowed to have a little fun?”

“That is not the point, Derek Morgan. Look at him. That poor man. Was it worth it?”

Derek, glancing into the living room at Hotch sleeping with Hank on his chest, carefully tucked into the crook of his good arm, smiled. They were huddled beneath a blanket that left only the fluff of Hanks unruly hair and the top half of Hotch’s face visible. “I dunno. It wasn’t not worth it. You see that new bed?”

She smacked his arm with the pot holder and shoved him out of the way so she could get into the oven for her roast. She had insisted on making them dinner, as if Hotch’s minor injury meant they couldn’t do it for themselves. Sure, at least for today, Hotch was more or less useless but if he had to do something he would have. He just didn’t have to. He had the luxury to lay around with a toddler tucked against his chest and sleep off a good night that turned a little sour. Sleep off sore muscles and joints and a late night hospital visit.

“I was going to offer to keep Hank the Tank again tonight so you could take care of Aaron but I’m a little afraid you’re going to misunderstand me. Can I trust you?”

“No,” Derek said with that infuriating smile. “Of course you can’t. But you can probably trust him. I don’t think he’s planning on any hanky panky for a while.”

“Well at least one of you is using the brains God gave you.”

“Aw, ma, don’t bring him into this. Go sit down with your coffee and I’ll finish up here. I’m perfectly capable of making dinner for my family.”

She rolled her eyes but set the pot holder down, lifted her coffee and made a beeline for their bedroom to see the new bed (it was very nice, she had to admit) before wandering back to the living room to have a seat and wait for him to ask her help setting the table or waking the sleepyheads.

She did end up taking Hank back to her place for the night, just to make things easier. She also loved having him stay the night, he made every part of her house more cheerful just by his presence and she was missing Jack’s afternoon visits a little more than she thought she would while he was back in Virginia. She had a countdown on her fridge with a big circled date for her biggest grandchild’s return. It was partially for her, partially for Anthony, they both missed him fiercely. Their afternoons spent playing board games and drinking lemonade were a lot less fun without Jack and his unique brand of humor.

“You wanna give it a shot?” Derek asked as they started the arduous process of getting ready for bed. Hotch was struggling to pull his t-shirt off around an arm that he didn’t want to move. It wasn’t exactly stiff, the joint just felt weak and achey. And the tendons felt weak, like if he moved too far or too fast his shoulder would slip right back out and he’d be in a world of hurt all over again. His entire arm felt like it was hanging by a threat, unstable and dangerously close to blinding pain. He’d abandoned the cumbersome sling sometime around dinner time, deciding instead that he would rather just rest the sore arm in his lap or against his chest, engaging some muscles made it feel a little more secure.

Reaching out, Derek grabbed the shirt and helped maneuver it around the swollen mound of his mottled purple and red shoulder. He slid it down around the elbow and off, trailing warm soft kisses in the wake. He started at the deep bruising, the odd stretch marks in the skin where it had popped, and followed the line down to his elbow before standing up and finding eager and waiting lips instead. Maybe his idea that Hotch would be against hanky panky was a little off. It was a delightful revelation. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

“What would your mother say?” Hotch asked with a small smirk, already on board.

“Uh-uh, don’t you dare invoke her name in this bedroom…” Derek warned, already undoing Hotch’s belt and then his pants. Hotch was content to let him do all the work. He just watched with that amused little smile while Derek undressed him eagerly. “You trust me?”

“Against my better judgment…” Hotch whispered against Derek’s lips. “Always.”

That night, shoulder injury notwithstanding, they gave the bed its maiden voyage. Slow and steady, Hotch still riding the last bits of his paid med high.

Not a squeak, not a shift.

Derek had propped Hotch up on pillows, he really was less an active participant as he was a very involved observer. Eager and willing to let Derek do whatever he wanted. He did what he could, he wasn’t a cold fish, but ultimately found himself met with Derek chiding him, telling him to be still, to just enjoy the process. He barely even felt it in his wrecked shoulder or the angry muscles holding it in place. It was so comfortable, so quiet that they went at it again almost immediately before hopping in the shower to clean up. The discussion was limited to “yeah?” and “yeah”, monosyllabic and quick. Derek helped Hotch wash his hair and had trouble restraining himself when their hips brushed and rolled against one another, when their fingers touched, when Hotch sagged against him tired and finally, having exceeded the length of his medication and badly in need of another dose, feeling considerable pain. The muscles running the length of his spine ached as they worked twice as hard to hold his arm still.

“No more?” Derek asked and Hotch shook his head. He was tapping out. Derek wouldn’t argue.

“I’m ready to sleep.”

Derek was too, he wanted to lie down in bed, prop Hotch up with as many pillows as it took to make him comfortable and crowd in on him. Absorb his heat, give him heat, touch him and breathe him in. Tangle their legs and drape his arms and drift off. He wanted all of that too, but he feigned disappointment anyway. Because that was fun.

“Yeah...alright. I am a little tired. Guess we should see if the bed is good for that too, huh?”

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119 - ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN

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I picked a house a little bit at random the other day - it was on a block of a bunch of sweet craftsman homes and this one had a nice tree in the yard and when I went inside the power actually worked so…

I guess that isn’t entirely random. But it isn’t like it was entirely deliberate either. But it turns out, it’s nice. It’s really nice. All the furniture is, well, it’s dusty as hell, but it’s nice furniture. The kitchen is a pretty decent size and has this big window that looks out on the backyard. Which is, of course, very overgrown, but with a little bit of work—

I don’t know why my instinct is to settle down here. I know I said I wanted to take a break from driving for a little while and that’s true—especially now that the days are short—but I keep looking around this place and thinking about how long certain repairs are going to take me, or what kind of garden I could turn the backyard into.

What kind of garden I could turn it into, that is. I’m hoping that being in a warmer climate will make it easier to grow things, but I’ve still got to start simple. Pick produce that’s hearty, hard to kill.

See? I keep having thoughts like that and then I have to stop and remind myself that I don’t have to do that anymore. I don’t have to make a home, or anything, just because I’m tired. I can just…relax in a place for a little while. It doesn’t have to be constant work.

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Not that I’m going to just sit here and what…read? Walk around the reservoir—

Oh yeah, there’s a really beautiful lake near here—the Silver Lake reservoir. I think I made the right choice with this neighborhood. I’ve certainly christened it, what with waking up in a bar this morning, I…

I think I may have gotten a little carried away. I had my radio with me and I’m not sure if I said…well, let’s just say I had a lot to drink and I don’t totally remember if I got on and broadcast anything after the beach so if I did let’s just pretend I didn’t.

Anyway, I’m not going to be a total layabout. I’m not gonna wake up in a bar again. Part of why I wanted to take a beat, have one central living spot for a little bit is to…process everything. It feels right, now that I’m on the other side of the country and it’s almost been half a year since I left. The right time to think back on the trip so far and…yeah, process.

Because there are things—a lot of things—that don’t make any sense to me. And for so long those things have been too small or too mysterious to really do anything about. I’ve had nowhere to start when it comes to figuring out what the hell is going on, what the hell happened in Estes Park, what the hell your whole deal is, Birdie. I’ve been taking notes on everything you’ve ever said, every weird thing that happened to me on the road, and maybe it’s time for me to…Dick Tracy it. Get out the red string and try to put the clues together. Or, at the very least, figure out the best things to ask you when I eventually do get you back on the radio. And I'm going to.

I meant what I said on New Year’s Eve. I’m going to find you. And that’s…that’s not a threat. But it is a promise.

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Birthday Surprise | Gotham!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

Plot: You've been receiving birthday gifts from, apparently, a secret admirer for two years straight. Until he comes up your door and gives you your present personally.

Genre: Fluff and minor angst

Warnings?: No!

Written: 02/05/2022

Published: 26/06/2022

Authors note: i cringed at my own writing lol

~♥️ ENJOY YOUR READING ♥️~

(GIF NOT MINE! CREDITS TO ITS OWNER.)

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Every year for the last 2 years, the day before your birthday, you always received a special gift just for you, with sone flowers that always came with a sweet, loving note for you. You never knew who sent it, but you always received it anyways.

Somebody else could think that's creepy, but, somehow, you liked the special attention that person gave to you.

Today was the day before your birthday. Like every year, you received your flowers and gifts as always, but the note wasn't like the other ones that always came inside the flower bouquet. The note made you think about it throughout the whole day.

"Do you remember me?"

That was the only thing the note said. It wasn't the typical loving poems that came along with the flowers. This note made you have goosebumps and simply be confused.

At the present moment, you were laying on your bed starring at the roof of your bedroom as you were trying to fall asleep, but your mind was constantly wandering around the note that your secret admirer had sent you today.

As time passed by, you were growing tired and your eyelids felt heavy. You decided to stop thinking about it as hard as it was, and you turned around, fully covering your body with the warmth of the sheets. Then, you closed your eyes.

As you were drifting off to sleep, an unexpected knock made you open your eyes and jump out of bed. "That's weird. Who could it be?" You thought to yourself, since you knew your neighbours should be sleeping by now...maybe something happened?

You got out of your bed and silently walked to your kitchen. Under the furniture of your kitchen, the furniture where all the cleaning products were saved, somehow you had a metal bar and you grabbed it since it came handy and you didn't know who could be knocking.

A second knock was heard as you walked towards the door. You made sure to walk as silently as possible. Once you reached the doorknob, you quickly opened the door and holded the metal bar with a good and strong pressure in case you needed to defend yourself. You were living in Gotham! You couldn't be unprotected.

The pressure you held in the metal bar slowly faded away, as you saw a young man who seems to be a few years older than you was standing in your door, with a small, wrapped up gift. He was dressed as a...Scarecrow? You tilted your head to your side in confusion.

"I'm not here to hurt you, I promise." He said, noting your confusion. Not only his voice, but his eyes and his everything as well seemed so extremely familiar to you, yet you weren't sure of why you somehow knew him. "I actually came to personally bring this to you." He said as he strechted the gift a little bit so you could see that was the only thing he was carrying.

You looked at the gift he had in hands for a few seconds, and without saying a word, you opened your door more so he could enter your home. As he carefully entered your home, you closed the door behind him. He was being very gentle with his moves because he didn't want to scare you off.

"So...you're the one who's been sending me the gifts a day before my birthday all these years?" You asked as you sat in the couch that was in your living. He copied your actions and sat in a chair that was in front of you.

"I am." He continued, "I'm sure you don't remember who I am, so I came to bring you this personally to refreshen your memories." He strechted once again the gift, and this time you softly took it away from his hands and began unwrapping it.

As soon as you finished unwrapping it, you grabbed whatever was inside the box and when you looked at it, it turned out to be a photo album. As you opened it, the whole album contained pictures your parents took of you and Jonathan, your childhood best friend and crush as well.

At this point, all the memories that you had with Jonathan in your childhood came back, and all the emotions you were feeling made you tear up and sniff a little bit. The gloved hand of your secret admirer carefully grabbed a piece of hair that was covering your face and tucked it behind your ear, then he places his hand in your cheek and began stroking it with his thumb, wiping away a tear in the process.

You placed the photo album in your lap, and when you looked up at him, the mask covering his face was already taken off by himself. Your secret admirer was in fact, your childhood friend and crush, Jonathan Crane. He looked...slightly different. His hair was longer and even more messy than it already was before, and his eyes were covered with dark makeup. "J-Jonathan"? Your voice was already breaking at this point. "That's right," he said "I'm not the same frightened boy I used to be. I embraced my fears, except one...being rejected by you."

Your first instinct was to throw yourself to him and wrap your arms around his neck. He was shocked at first, but he eventually hugged you back. With one hand he rubbed your back, and with the other he played and interwined his fingers in your hair. "I could never reject you, and you were never a frightened boy to me! You were the most brave person I ever met!" You said as you hugged him tightly. "I-I've missed you, a lot...lately I've been thinking quite a lot about you. I realised my life was empty without you in it."

You both broke the hug, and you sat in his lap. "I love you, (Y/N). I missed you a lot, too..." Now, you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your forehead against his, and he gave you a loving kiss in the lips, it was something you always wanted to happen. You could feel like your heart was going to beat itself out of your chest.

The kiss lasted what felt an eternity, and eventually you both broke apart since you two needed some air. You gave him a quick peck on his cheek and placed your head against his neck.

"It's late for you to go out. I think, you should stay with me, don't you think?" You asked him, raising an eyebrow. He smiled at your comment and a sudden blush formed in his cheeks. "I think I should."

With that being said, you turned all the lights off and went to sleep together. It was a moment that you've been expecting for a long time, and you were very happy with that. ♥️

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 2 years

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Moving

Thorns & Jasmine

In which more memories surface Breannan would have liked to keep buried.

Warnings: Nightmares, panic, aftermath of torture and some unpleasant healing the previous day, flashbacks to more angst, bad injuries and almost drowning, suicidal thoughts/attempt mention

Please note: There is a version without any references to suicide that can be found here, please be safe 💜

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The night was every bit as restless as Breannan had assumed. Caldyn kept waking up, sometimes screaming, sometimes merely shaking. It never took long for him to fall back asleep, probably due to both his exhaustion and Breannan’s closeness.

When the darkness outside the windows slowly faded, Caldyn awoke, for once not from a nightmare, but slowly. His hand on Breannan’s side twitched as he moved his head.

“Breannan.”

“I’m here,” he said, lightly stroking the back of Caldyn’s neck.

“How late?”

“It’s morning.” A quick glance towards the window confirmed it. “The sun is about to rise.”

Gwyneth would come back soon. Breannan only hoped that his friend would also still be able to trust her, after what she had had to do on the previous day.

“Sorry. Kept you up again.”

Whatever it was that Caldyn had heard on the previous day, it seemed to be gone now, or at least quieter. His words were still strained, but no longer as fragmented, the meaning behind them not as exhausted anymore.

“Don’t worry. I got to sleep yesterday, didn’t I?” Which of course meant he was tired again after spending the whole night awake, but it wasn’t so bad. And today wouldn’t be as horrible as yesterday, so he was sure he’d make it until the evening.

“Let’s get you some water,” he said, trying to keep himself busy and Caldyn distracted. It worked. First he helped his friend sit up again, then he reached for the cup. When Caldyn signaled him that he was done, Breannan filled it again for himself, drinking slowly.

“Breannan? Can we…” Caldyn paused, and Breannan gave him time to find his words. Whatever he’d want, if it was at all possible, he’d make sure to fulfill this wish.

“Can we… move the bed? To the wall?” Caldyn’s left hand brushed over the blanket, spread over soft moss and leaves. “Less… less open.”

“Of course.” Breannan looked around, scanning the room. One wall was fully covered with a grown shelf, one was free. Between the window, the door and other furniture, the other two didn’t have much room in front of them. “I’ll ask Gwyneth to help me with it when she comes. Then I can hold you while she moves the bed.”

It probably wasn’t exactly what the healer was coming here for, but he had no doubt she’d do them that favor. He faintly wondered if she’d be as relieved as he was that Caldyn was getting better. Not just physically. Breannan was so glad to see him get better mentally, to speak, to ask for things. Caldyn was fighting, and he’d be at his side for as long as he would want him there.

“Hey, it’s me,” Gwyneth announced herself a short while later.

“Hello, Gwyneth,” Breannan replied.

She entered the room, not carrying anything today. As she came closer, her gaze wandered over Breannan and her patient, and whatever it was she saw in them, it was enough to put a small smile on her lips.

“Alright,” she said as she settled down. “Let’s get those wounds closed.”

Breannan’s gaze automatically wandered to Caldyn’s chest. He had avoided taking a closer look at it so far, but it was less bad than he had feared. Not that it would be easy to be worse than it had already been; whatever small holes the thorns had left behind vanished between torn bark, and the fresh sap had long crystallized.

“Actually, would you mind helping us with something first?” he asked. When she looked at him questioningly, he gestured to the far wall. “We’d like to move his bed. If you could take it over there while I sit with him?”

“Sure.” She looked from the bed to the wall and back. “Might as well grab a new blanket while I’m on it, right?”

Breannan nodded as he pulled Caldyn closer towards him. Gwyneth walked around, picking up a fresh blanket and pushing the old one aside, so she could reach the bedding beneath it. She moved it over to the wall, eventually placing the fresh blanket on top, tucking it around the moss.

“Think that’s it,” she said, crouching down next to Caldyn and Breannan. “Now how do we get you over there?”

That was a good question; one Breannan hadn’t asked himself before. There was no way Caldyn would be able to walk, not even with their help. Breannan was a good deal taller than his friend, though, and would probably be strong enough to carry him, at least partially.

“I’d say I take your shoulders and carry you, and Gwyneth can make sure your legs are fine. What do you say?”

When Caldyn nodded, Breannan got up without letting go of him. He reached for Caldyn’s shoulders, grabbing him under the arms and pulling him up. Slowly, he half dragged, half carried Caldyn across the room, while Gwyneth made sure his legs weren’t moving any more than necessary. It was only a few steps, but Breannan was glad when he had reached the bed and was able to lower Caldyn down onto it. He tried to be as careful as possible, but he didn’t miss the way Caldyn clenched his teeth as his back touched the bed.

Lying down, Caldyn felt around, his fingers sliding over the blanket until they found the wall. He traced the faint patterns the plants had left behind when single strands had merged into one almost solid surface, years ago. “Thank you,” he said, turning his head, evidently not quite sure where Breannan or Gwyneth were standing.

“Of course,” she said, sitting down next to him. Now that there was a wall on the other side of Caldyn, Breannan would have a harder time staying at his side when she healed him. “How about I take a look at those wounds now?”

Caldyn nodded, but the moment Gwyneth reached for his chest, he flinched back against the wall.

She watched him, her hands hovering over him. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I… I know.” Despite his words, he flinched again when she reached for him. This time Gwyneth tried to go on, placing her finger next to one of the spots where she had removed the thorns. She didn’t get to start healing before Caldyn tried to crawl away, shaking visibly.

“Please, please don’t,” he whispered, the same kind of terror behind his words as the night before.

Gwyneth leaned back with a sigh, placing her hands in her lap.

“I’m sorry. I know… know it’s you. I can’t…” Caldyn’s voice broke and a few shaky breaths followed, while his hand slid searchingly over the wall. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Breannan said. He understood his friend too well. “She won’t.” He wouldn’t let her. Not unless it was absolutely necessary, and it didn’t seem to be. He knew it would have been slightly easier to heal those wounds while they were fresh, but in the grand scheme of things it probably didn’t matter much.

“I’m not sure where to continue then,” Gwyneth said. “His back, so lying down won’t hurt as much, or his legs, so he can move again and possibly lie on his side.”

“You could ask him,” Breannan pointed out.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very used to my patients being…”

“Awake?” Caldyn asked.

Gwyneth made a quiet, embarrassed noise, confirming affirmation.

“I understand.” He paused, bending his head back and trying to move his leg. He sank back with a pained hiss, taking a moment before he managed to speak again. “Legs. Please.”

Gwyneth nodded and shifted to sit closer to them. “Usually someone else takes over at that point. When they’re… when it’s sure they’ll survive.”

Caldyn flinched as she put her hands near his left knee. “The blue house,” he then said. “I was there?” When she confirmed this as well, he added, “The small room?”

“You know about it?”

“I was invited there… once.” Caldyn’s voice was weak, but steady. “Didn’t go. Left the tree instead.”

“Right. Breannan said you are a healer.” Gwyneth moved his leg, tracing the ripped bark, starting to mend it. “And I can tell that you’re a good one.”

Breannan had quietly listened to the two of them. When they now fell silent, he couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know?”

It had been the wrong thing to ask, he knew it instantly, even if he had no idea what about his question had been wrong. Gwyneth froze, her hand hovering over Caldyn’s leg. She looked from him to Breannan, then at her hand, resting on Caldyn’s thigh.

“His legs. They were broken before,” she said quietly. “Possibly more than… once.”

When she paused, looking at Caldyn for confirmation, he nodded. The silent gesture was worse than anything he could have said. It made Breannan sick. Gwyneth had mentioned before how it was likely that the lost ones had forced his friend to heal himself until he had run out of energy to do so. Thinking about what exactly might have happened was different from bringing up the mere theory, though.

“Was there anything else you managed to heal?” Gwyneth asked, her gaze wandering over Caldyn’s body. “Anything I should check?”

Caldyn was quiet for a while. He raised his left hand, placing it over his left hip, close to his core. “I tried to… to escape. He was… he stabbed me. Here and…” His hand slid off as he tried to move it higher, and he didn’t seem to have the strength to lift it again. “I would have, but… I didn’t… didn’t want to… die. Then I sometimes… sometimes wished I had.” Caldyn’s voice was trembling, pain and fear and hopelessness behind the words.

Breannan scrambled a step back, trying to focus on breathing. He shouldn’t have asked. Of all the memories, this was the last one he could allow to take over. He looked at the window, at the dim light tinted green by endless leaves. He was home, under his parent’s branches, and his friend would be fine, and he was sitting at the shore of a long forgotten lake, his torso, bark crudely stitched together, hurting with every breath.

“But not any more?” Gwyneth asked, and Breannan tried to focus on her voice. Her movements were blurry before his tear-filled eyes as she checked the spots Caldyn had pointed to.

His hands, wrapped tightly in soft leaves, hurt even more. He was thirsty, but there was no way for him to lift the hollow pumpkin filled with water they had left next to him. He could call for them, probably, but with them they would bring those spoken words.

“No. No more.”

Words. Meaningless, terrible words. At least there was a hint of meaning behind them, of compassion and pity and rage. It wasn’t enough to truly understand them. It was still too much like the noises those horrible creatures had made.

Breannan had retreated into the corner of his study room. It was all he could do. He should get out, should run, he was too close to Caldyn. He didn’t want him to know, didn’t want him to feel, but there was no way he’d manage to get up, or stop it.

He stared at the water, glistening in the evening sun. If even his people used these sounds now, he’d never escape them. They had tried to teach him the names they had chosen, a single word for each of them. He couldn’t remember them, and he couldn’t repeat them. He didn’t want to.

“Breannan? What’s wrong?”

Someone touched him and he screamed; tried to scream, the noise that left his lips choked and breathless. He couldn’t breathe, no matter how hard he tried. His body was falling apart from the lack of air. It was terrible and familiar, promising numbness behind the panic.

Lish’s hands wrapped around him as she dragged him out of the water. Words and meaning, noise and worry, asking him what had happened. Breannan wasn’t sure what had happened. He had wanted to drink, without calling for anyone, and he had wanted to let the water take away the pain and the voices.

“Breannan? Are you hurt? What happened?”

He coughed, and it hurt in his chest, and they kept talking all around him, and it hurt in his head. He winced every time one of them spoke, the meaning behind the noise not enough to tell him what was going on.

“Gwyneth. Leave him. Please. He needs space.”

“But —”

“Please. Come here. Don’t talk.”

The voices were gone now. There was only the sound of the forest, of wind and rustling leaves and singing birds. Lish was holding him, her hand on his forehead, her hum carrying the promise of safety. The sun was sinking below the horizon, so low already he didn’t have to blink against its light. It was beautiful and quiet.

It was quiet. Quiet enough for Breannan to open his eyes, to see his surroundings. No lake and no sunset, just his study room. And on the far side, Caldyn sitting against the wall, Gwyneth at his side. Breannan met her gaze, so full of unspoken concern.

He couldn’t tell them, couldn’t speak. The words were forgotten. Gwyneth said something, and he couldn’t understand her either. The sound was enough to make him flinch again. Caldyn tapped her shoulder, lowered his head towards her, perhaps saying something. Breannan couldn’t hear it. She nodded, and she got up, and she left.

Breannan didn’t know how long he sat still, trying to calm his breaths. They didn’t hurt, not really, but he felt like they had to. After a while, he realized there was a sound, a low humming noise. It carried something. Meaning.

Come.

He didn’t think as he followed it, making his way across the room towards Caldyn. A hand searched for him, following the sound he had caused as he had settled down. Breannan reached for it, still unable to speak. He didn’t have to. The hand coaxed him to lie down, lying partly on the soft moss of Caldyn’s bed. Another hand found his forehead, stroking it lightly, and the hum returned.

Safe.

It was wrong. It should be him, comforting his friend. But he was so tired, and the memory still dangerously close. As he closed his eyes, he was back at the lake, Lish's hand brushing through his hair as she hummed quietly. He opened his eyes, and it was his friend’s hand, his hum carrying the same worry. He wanted to tell him that he was fine. All the words were gone from his mind.

The hum changed. Rest. The touch stayed the same.

Breannan closed his eyes. The smell of wet sand and seaweed from his memory mixed with the smell of dust and books in his study room. The touch was Lish’s and Caldyn’s and both and none. The meaning behind their hum told him that he was loved and safe. It was quiet. He slept.

Tagging: @villainsvictim @dont-touch-my-soup @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @whump-cravings @frenchfries893 @siren-of-agony

#Thorns and Jasmine #whump #fantasy whump #non human whumpee #blind whumpee #drowning tw #painful healing #not sure how to tag the rest #please check the warnings above the cut #shame on me #two hours later because I didn't schedule because of the split #and then forgot over writing :')#oh noooo even 3 hours late :'))#my writing

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Overstimulated

Whatever Floats Your Boat - Chapter Five

Summary

The human brain can only take so much, so when all your friends and all your thoughts are screaming “at” you, one touch can be enough to send your brain into overdrive.

Notes

I don’t have Adhd or Autism but my twin brother is Autistic and has Adhd. We both have forms of anxiety and have been overstimulated. So I'm using my own experience and his descriptions as my examples for how to work with this.

After causing such an inconvenience for Aizawa-Sensei, Izuku couldn’t help but feel so embarrassed around him. Ever since then his classmates have been bringing it up since for some reason they like it when he’s all red in the face. He’s heard Todoroki call him a strawberry and Katsuki call him a Tomato but everyone knows that it’s all in good fun. Until Mineta took it too far; It took a couple of days for Mineta to get any information about the whole being carried by the teacher back to the dorms and left to sleep on the couch.

He remembered being so confused and tired when he woke up to find Bakugou near his feet and his teacher asleep in a chair only a little away. He hadn’t really considered what had happened before falling back asleep but when Toshinori called him out to talk his brain clicked it all back together. He watched as the blonde man basically apologized for how he responded. In all honesty, he just couldn’t help tears at being told he’d not be asked to give the quirk to someone else. All Might basically told him he was the best choice he could have made as a successor.

Izuku had basically given him a big hug at the information, smiling brightly at the usage of the word son. While Yagi wasn’t the greatest father figure, he was the first one Izuku properly got. Uncle Masaru was a great man but no matter how hard he tried, Midoriya could never see him as a father. He was glad to be surrounded by people who treated him like a person despite how much everything is stacked against him.

His teacher honestly just gave him such a feeling of pure belonging. Midoriya had spent the rest of the day in such a good mood that even when it came to training, changing didn’t make him feel uncomfortable for the first time in a long time. He had been heading up to his room after class only for Denki to wave him over. He headed over with his bag over his shoulder.

“Hey, Midoriya! Bakugou, Uraraka, Todoroki, Sato, Jiro, Momo, and I are gonna have a game night in the commons. Put your bag by the doors and come join us!” He said quickly, not even giving him a chance to refuse. He listened, dropping his bag by where most students leave heavy coats. He sighed before slipping his shoes off and putting them into his bag and slipping on some house ones. He sat down next to Katsuk, leaning into the blonde with a little smile as he looked over to see Uraraka on the other end and Momo next to her.

The others were scattered among the other furniture and floor as a couple played some board games. He was paying more attention to his hands than the game in front of him since a couple of them were playing on the game system that Momo had bought for everyone to use. She’d done it out of nowhere after Uraraka had dragged her into a bit of a game obsession. The black-haired girl would spout out random facts that rivaled his own.

He wasn’t much for video games, only playing on his computer on the occasion, though he did know quite a bit about them. He was more interested in the history and mechanics of the games than a lot of gameplay. He had a couple he enjoyed, most thought and strategy-based. While he was fine with first-person shooters, he didn’t play them often despite the fact he actually wasn’t bad at them. He was chewing his cheek, not realizing he’d cut into it before the iron hit his tongue. He gave a little sigh as he moved to just picking at his nail beds. Danger sense was giving him a pretty bad headache, on top of it he didn’t like how crowded the room seemed.

Midoriya looked up when he felt a hand hit his shoulder, looking up to see Katsuki give him a nudge. “Nerd?” His voice was quiet and concerned but he just gave a gentle smile and leaned into the couch a bit more. His head was full of noise that he desperately wanted to stop. His hand would instinctively scratch around where his binder’s fabric lay, causing irritation to the skin as it got red and inflamed. He tried to ignore it; he was with his friends and they wanted him around, so it would be rude to get up and leave them alone.

He’d been sitting there for a while, endearing everything though when a bunch of people piled onto the limited space of the couch that he kinda pushed into Bakugou’s side. The blonde put his hand around his waist, Izuku didn’t really like the way it felt as he blinked a little as his eyes looked around heavily. He closed his eyes tightly, though the increasing volume and the movement were making his head run. He buried his head into the blonde's chest, he heard him speak and then the room go suddenly silent. He felt even more uncomfortable but he held Bakugou a little tighter.

Izuku didn’t like the change in sounds, he wanted it to return back to the normal noise level since it would drown out what was in his head. He was just trying to hide into the blonde’s person, digging himself into his chest. He was pretty sure anyone who noticed just got even more confirmation about his small stature. He was well aware he was on the smaller side, being taller than pretty much all of the girls gave him a bit of relief but other than Mineta he was one of the shortest guy’s. He had a feeling Tokoyami would hit some form of growth spurt and he’s only a couple centimeters shorter and was still able to grow.

He’d been calming down and his brain still felt anxious, he wasn’t too sure why since the noise had started back up and he felt Bakugou pull a blanket over him. Maybe if he stayed still enough he could convince them he was, and possibly could fall asleep. He felt a hand in his hair, but it was familiar enough that he didn’t really need to see to know who it was. He was at least relaxing as the knots in his hair were worked out with gentle fingers. He was actually starting to fall asleep when he heard footsteps nearby, creaking closer by the second.

At this point, he was pretty sure the Katsuki was out like a light since the noise and everything had died down over time. He wasn’t too sure how long he’d been laying here but he was relieved to be left alone. He wasn’t too sure about anything but he didn’t like the way the movement stopped. He couldn’t tell if it was in front or near him but he didn’t want them to know he was awake so he stayed still.

He knew it wasn’t his sensei, the man wouldn’t have been as noticeable or stick around. He would have glanced around and left once he was sure everything was safe. The person didn’t move for a period of time, he also thought they’d left but he could hear the noise over Kacchan’s breathing. His arm was getting sore from laying on him like this so he took a chance and lightly shifted in his “sleep”. He wasn’t too sure but the person didn’t say anything so they probably couldn't tell that it was a conscious choice.

He wanted them to leave, it had to be over half an hour at this point and they still hadn’t left. Izuku had opened his eyes a little, unable to see the person but able to take in his surroundings to tell that it was pretty late. His chest was killing him at that point, he really needed to change but he also didn’t want to deal with this person right now. For all he knew, it was Toga and she’d snuck in but he knew she didn’t have this much self-control.

He was about to say screw it and pretend to wake up, but when he felt something brush against his side he froze up. He felt a hand move under his shirt and graze his side, that was far too much right now. Immediately he shot up like a bullet when he felt the hand try to go under the extra fabric he wore, to unclip it. He didn’t even notice that he’d shaken Katsuki enough to wake him as he floated up a little. He felt the familiar weightlessness in his chest but he didn’t exactly notice due to the pain his binder gave. “Don’t touch me!”

He saw the short purple-haired man in his class standing nearby hands up defensively. The moment he spoke he noticed how Bakugou shot up as well. He glared at the teen as he got up and picked him up by his shirt. “What the fuck did you do?!” He called out as he looked over. Izuku was shaking, he knew he was but he couldn’t stop it.

He had started to cover himself, arms hiding his still bound chest as he felt some tears swell into his eyes. Turns out his teacher hadn’t been in the room, but he’d been on his own and seemed to be the only person to hear the commotion. He watched as Aizawa left his own room and came out in a clearly defensive and prepared manner before he saw the other two and himself. He closed his eyes tightly, really not wanting to be looked at as his curls moved around freely. He wanted to sit back down on the couch but he really didn’t wanna be anywhere near the short teen.

“What happened?” The teacher gruffed out as he threw an end of his capture scarf towards him. Midoriya held onto it and didn’t resist as he was tugged closer to the ground. He gave an apologetic look to the man in front of him still hovering, he didn’t miss the look of understanding the black-haired man gave him before Bakugou spoke.

“I don’t know! The nerd fell asleep on me and I remember falling asleep! Next thing I know he’s up and making noise, and this fucker is right there looking like a kicked puppy!” He snarled without taking his eyes off of the pervert as Aizawa nodded and turned to him for an explanation. Izuku was still shaking as he chewed his cheek and then looked down at the ground before going to speak. Nana was loud in his head, shouting about Mineta and such a couple of the others he could hear trying to figure out what happened.

“U-um... I wasn’t asleep, I was laying on Kacchan because the noise got really loud.” He wiped some tears away only for more to start to trickle down as he took a shaky breath. “I kinda zoned out for a while and when I was aware enough to try and sleep I heard a noise..” He looked to the side as he held to the scarf tightly before closing his eyes. “I-i think Mineta was watching me sleep, he d-didn’t move for a solid 3-30 minutes.”

His stutter was starting to show up in the words, he could tell the blonde was getting more irritated with each word and that Shouta was clearly upset despite the calm and collected look on his face. Midoriya’s eyes flared with green as he continued letting himself float a little higher as he curled in on himself a tad. “H-he put his hand under my t-shirt, b-brushed against my s-sides and before I could get up I f-felt his hand m-move to u-undo my b-binder..” He closed his eyes tightly before the scarf was pulled on, he didn’t really get to react before he was pulled into a tight hug only able to see black hair and smell well-brewed coffee.

It was relaxing, to say the least, basically melting into it. He fell asleep in his binder pretty often so he was used to waking up with it off and a note from one of the girls or one saying Katsuki got them. He knew they never looked at anything, and demonstrated what most did when he was a little uncomfortable when Uraraka-san did it since it was the first time. His mom had done this a lot so when it happened at the dorms after a week he kinda freaked out. None of the guys really knew about this, only Kirishima and Koda since they’d noticed a couple of times and brought it up to him by shaking him awake to go and tell him.

He didn’t pay much attention to the other two, simply just relaxing, Danger Sense seemed to have calmed down as well, recognizing the situation and the fact he really needed the quiet. He felt a hand in his hair as Aizawa held him close, Izuku let his quirk stop, gaining his normal weight back and such as he felt the pro adjust and speak. “Bakugou I need you to keep an eye on Mineta until I get back. Midoriya should get to bed and I trust that you’ll keep him in check while I take care of this.”

He didn’t need to see the blonde to know his face was covered in an upturned snarl as he spoke, “Of course, sir.” His voice was all Izuku needed to know it was true. He put his head onto the pro’s shoulder before slipping out of his grasp to stand on the floor. He followed the man up to the elevator, he didn’t like taking it at night but the stairs weren't a very good idea when he felt like passing out.

Once they got to his floor, he wrapped his arms around himself as they walked to the door. Midoriya pushed his door open to see the teacher follow. He was a little confused by it before the man leaned against the door. “Get a change of clothes and change out your binder.” He was told pretty quickly. The teen listed, grabbing some shorts, his comfort hoodie, and other necessities before slipping into the restroom. As he changed he couldn’t help whimpering as it got to need to take off his binder. It was really red and he was pretty sure that he was bruised. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the bathroom door.

“M-mr. Aizawa..” He said quietly, getting a hum in response so he continued. “I-i think I need to go see Recovery Girl..” He closed his eyes as he opened the door and stepped out. He was covered, he made sure he was his shorts and such on and the hoodie on before lifting it up enough to show the irritation even with the cloth on.

“Damn it, Problem Child…” His voice wasn’t disappointed, more concerned than anything else. “Might as well have Bakugou walk with you while I take care of him.” Izuku nodded in response as he and his teacher headed back the way they came. He was embarrassed but the four of them swapped places basically. He started to walk away with the blonde as the black-haired man took the other student to the office.

Aizawa had called ahead so when the two of them got inside Recovery Girl pulled him behind a curtain and told Bakugou to go sit away. She carefully took the cloth off of him, it had rubbed enough to cause blister-like wounds. He wanted to curl up and sob at how much it stung, and considering his high pain tolerance that said a lot.

She gave him a look over before sighing and feeling his ribs, it hurt more than he wanted as she pulled his hoodie back on and then gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Your ribs are pretty bad, luckily not broken or fractured. Take a nice long nap Izuku..” Chiyo told him with a smile as he slipped into the darkness of sleep.

#mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #bakugou katsuki #sa attempt #nothing graphic #i promise

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syeunko · 2 years

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Corona on Hope St

Official move-in 9/17, first night alone 9/18

At 26, I have now started using my age as the explanation for many things. Sensitive to jetlag? I'm getting old. More tired than usual? I'm 26.

And I was so, so tired. Exhaustion felt like a better word for it, exacerbated by my international jetlag and accumulated tiredness. I distinctly remember crouching against the wall of Nami Nori, wondering if aging was supposed to be like this, if I needed to now block out a full week after any international trip to properly recover. I was so confused; Hanna drove the entirety of what was a very efficient and smooth drive, and Soo carried (literally and figuratively) most of the heavy weight into the apartment, also done quite quickly and seamlessly, so this level of tiredness was uncalled for. My conclusion: aging sucks.

I physically couldn't finish my food (which should've been my first red flag), felt briefly like throwing up, and went home to nap. My second red flag should've been the fiery, livid anger I felt toward Soo’s friend after being awoken from my nap to go out, even though we had all (kinda) agreed upon it before said nap. I said to Hanna pretty vindictively, "I'm going to be a b*tch and I'm going to make him regret it." Oops. I still feel bad about it.

Hanna and I slept on a naked mattress on the floor with no blankets, no pillow, no sheets, nothing unpacked. I woke up the next morning with a sweat, fever, raging headache, and a serious sore throat. My first thought: “I don’t want to shower and go to church.” Oops again. I thought it was my tiredness finally manifesting itself into a cold, but took a COVID test per standard protocol. When I saw the two dark lines appear, I was SHOCKED. I imagine this is how women feel (on a lesser scale, obviously) when they first find out they are pregnant.

After being greatly humbled and proven wrong about my invincibility to COVID (I blame my weakened immune system), I proceeded to cancel in-person church, as well as my shower, and ran errands the whole day. 15k steps!!! We are troopers.

This weekend was a surrealistic blur. There are moments I remember with pinpoint clarity, like pulling up onto Hope St for the first time, watching my new roommate Grace walk towards me with her dog, Riley, the fizz of the yuzu seltzer at Nami Nori, walking the next morning with Hanna to get breakfast, bullying my way into buying pants for Soo, the moment my rapid test concluded I had COVID, consequently getting babied by Soo and Hanna thereafter, the list goes on...

Hanna moved around my furniture/things in my room and forced me to drink water and eat. Soo was oddly concerned about the fact that I had no shower curtains from the very beginning and made sure I got the liner/hooks and set it up for me. Both of them wouldn’t let me hold anything and lugged all my newfound room organizers and random items back to my third-floor, elevator-less apartment. Right after he left, I plopped down on the floor (I couldn’t sit on the mattress because I was disgusting from sweating relentlessly the whole day) and started uncontrollably bawling for a good twenty minutes. LOL

My theory is because that was the first time I was finally by myself in a ridiculously long time, all my pent up, inexpressible emotions detonated immediately. My grief at leaving Logan/엄마, distress for not being able to do more for Soo and Hanna, finality of leaving Boston, stress of an unfamiliar environment, coupled with COVID/moving fatigue = BOOM!

I don’t know if this is very presumptuous of me or if it’s God-given confidence, but I have never had trouble believing I was someone worthy of being loved and receiving that love. In some of my goodbye cards, friends have mentioned how they think I care very deeply about my friends and family, which led me to believe maybe I wasn’t as selfish and uncaring as I thought. But after this weekend of only receiving from Hanna and Soo, I am nothing compared to my friends, and I am so…so…undeserving.

Besides my family, Soo is the person I have loved the most. He was my closest person for the past half-decade, and I’m almost anguished I wasn’t able to do more. And if Soo is my oldest friend in Boston, then Hanna is the newest. Equally astonished and sorry for seemingly only receiving…I love you guys more than my snotty, emotional drivel could express!

In any case, I am now moved into 29 Hope St, Brooklyn NY 11211. What a doozy.

PS: Fatigue is different from tiredness. Youth and inexperience made me ever so bold as to assume fatigue was a dramatic way to express tiredness, but I realize that is not the case. I stand corrected.

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potter-imagines · 4 years

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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