#i think of theo’s bedroom in his apartment all the time like in my head it's really cluttered with all these little trinkets
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friends on vacation | mattheo riddle x reader x slytherin squad
mini series pt. 1
summary: you and your friends go on vacation before you start your last year at hogwarts. Let‘s just say it get‘s interesting between you and your best friend Mattheo.
warnings: modern slytherin group, vacation to spain, cursing, making out, touching a little, lap dance, hickeys, kissing pansy as friends in game, english is not my first language
Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Pansy and me. We all sat together at my house around a big round table. My parents and I had a big house in New York, living there when the wizard world got a little too much.
It wasn‘t the first time that I had all of my friends over, we were inseparable. Everybody knew. So after a few years I showed them a little of my second world, leaving them no choice but to like it. Just like me, they liked to escape our world sometimes, leaving all the monsters and unicorns behind for some relaxing. Just like now.
"So.. where do we wanna go, huh?" Theodore asked into the round, lightning his cigarette.
"Why don‘t we think about what kind of vacation we want first?" I said, taking my Ipad in front of me and opening my vacation apps. " Please somewhere near the beach. I wanna tan and we‘re around the forest and mountains all the time in Hogwarts." Pansy said, stretching her legs over Draco‘s and Blaise‘s laps who were sitting on my garden couch.
"Yeah I agree, If I see one more forest I‘m gonna die." Blaise joins the conversation with a dramatic sigh at the end.
Mattheo and Draco teased each other at the meantime like little kids, throwing their cherry pits at each other.
"What about Italy? There‘s beach and sun." Enzo asks, sitting on the grass beneath us, playing with my dog. "Nah, I already live there that‘s no vacation for me." Theo answers, shaking his head and blowing out some smoke while speaking.
"I have an idea! Spain is beautiful and it‘s really hot there too, perfect to tan. I was there a few years ago with my parents. And the flight from there back to Hogwarts isn‘t that long. 2-3 hours I think." I suggested and looked around the table, all eyes on me now.
"Where exactly in Spain?" Mattheo asks me, sitting right next to me on a second couch, throwing a pit at Draco again. " Alicante is a great vacation spot. Lots of palms, beach, great fruits and sun. You guys will love it." I smile, already looking for flights for the next days.
"Sounds fine to me." Enzo shrugs, smiling up at me while the rest of our group joins in with "great idea" and some "let‘s do this".
2 days later
" Oh my god its beautiful! " Pansy says, stunned at the apartment I booked for us. "Wow, what a view. You really did a great job y/n." Blaise agrees.
The apartment has indeed a beautiful view, you can see the ocean right in front of us even tho it‘s night, you could see it because of all the lights from the little shops and restaurants along the ocean.
"Soo I booked this apartment with the balcony, 3 bathrooms which should be enough for us and 5 bedrooms. Pansy and Draco will share due obvious reasons." I started looking at them. "Also a kitchen so we can.. i din‘t know, have breakfast or have some snacks if everything is closed at night. And this big fat living room we‘re standing in."
" Blaise is right, you really did a great job at that." Mattheo grins, standing right next to me and looking around the living room.
We all settled in and unpacked our things. Pansy and I marked the biggest bathroom with our makeup and skincare stuff so the boys directly knew its our territory.
"Hey guys Theodore and I are going to a store, getting some groceries." Enzo shouted trough the apartment before walking outside the door with Theo.
"Pansy and me are showering!" I shouted so they‘d know what we‘re up to.
Mattheo and Draco looked at each other, before storming off the couch and sprinting to our bathroom only to realise the door was already locked. "Ugh."
I laughed at them together with Pansy as I shook my head. I took off my makeup as Pansy already got in the shower. "Mattheo is so smitten by you it‘s obvious." She laughs, shampooing her hair.
"You know we‘re just friends, Pansy." I say, cheekly smiling. Mattheo and I are best friends since first grade. All of us got friends real quick. Mattheo and Draco knew each other because the Malfoy‘s raised him for Voldemort. Pansy got a crush on Draco and didn‘t leave his side. Pansy and I had to share a dorm in Hogwarts which made us best friends too really fast. I met Enzo at my first class as he was my partner for the whole year. Blaise met Draco in the common room as they battled for the coolest broom. That‘s how we kind of found our way to each other and I wouldn‘t want to change it for a second.
"Yeah but he looks at you different as he looks at me for example." she answers. "Yeah because you‘re with Draco and he would chop Mattheo‘s dick off!" I laugh before joining her in the shower.
"No y/n, because he likes you a little more than just friends do. And hey I‘m not saying he loves you but all I‘m saying is that there is a little spark between the two of you."
Mattheo and I liked to flirt with each other a lot but we never really did something about it because we‘re just friends. And we just like to flirt for fun. Thats it. I think..
As we were ready we put on some clothes and walked outside the bathroom, our hair still wet from the shower. Pansy sat next to Draco, putting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. I had to smile at them, they always made me smile no matter what they did. Draco always acted cold towards eveyone around him, besides from his friends of course, we are like family. But he acted really warm around her which made me happy for both of them.
I sat down between Blaise and Mattheo, making myself comfortable laying my legs over Blaise his lap and my head on Mattheo‘s tigh. "Why am I always getting your girls legs?" Blaise complains with a little smile on his face. "Oh shut up you love my legs." I say winking at him which just made him laugh and shaking his head.
A few seconds later I felt a hand in my hair, massaging my scalp which made me purr a little. "Like that?" Mattheo asks, grinning down at me. "You know I do, Matty." I sigh, closing my eyes and enjoying his touch. "Your hair smells really good when it‘s wet. What is it, peach?" he asks me and lowers his head a little bit to my hair. " Oh so my hair only smells good when it‘s wet? But yes, it is peach indeed." Mattheo chuckles at my answer. "No it always smells great. It just smells more intense when it‘s wet."
Suddenly I heard a gagging noice which made me lift my head and see Blaise fake gagging. "Can you two take a room?"
"You‘re just jelous because you‘re alone." Draco snickers from the side, stroking Pansy‘s back. I laugh at his comment before I get a death glare from Blaise.
We all get interrupted by our phone‘s ringing. I take mine out if my pocket just like the rest did and saw a notification from our group chat. Yes, I made them get a phone a year ago but they all only used it between the holidays. Never in Hogwarts. But I did and I also made everyone of them an instagram account a while ago but Theo, he only joined this week.
Theodore: Yo guys we‘re on our way with all the groceries get ready for some drinks! And aye y/n this app you showed me is fuuuull of hot girl why didn‘t you show me sooner dude! *picture attached*
I laugh at his message just like the others do and answer him.
Y/N: I told you but you didn‘t want to join! 😤 I‘m getting the glasses 👀
As i send the message i stand up and walk towards the kitchen to get some glasses and shot glasses. "I‘m gonna help." Mattheo speaks as he stands up from his spot and follows me.
As I grab some glasses from a shelf above me, I feel his presence behind me. "Are you smelling my hair again?" "Yeah it‘s kind of addicting." He admits and kisses the top of my head before he grabs some glasses too and brings them back to the living room and sets them on the table in front of the couch.
I turn on the tv and switched to netflix putting on some random show for some background noises. Just in time Theo and Enzo came trough the door with bags full of alcohol and some food. "Hey guys, just put it on the table, glasses are ready."
"Yo Y/n we got something for you." "What is it?" I wondered as Theo pulled out a big bowl of fruits, handing them over to me with the words "here principessa, you talked the whole fucking flight about the food and especially the fruits here."
"Oh thank you thank you!" I hugged them both tightly and opened the bowl exited to eat some fruits right away. As the first piece of melon hit my tounge I moaned dramatic, sitting back down on the couch. "Ugh I love it so much. Here guys, try some fruits."
They all laughed at my behavior and took some fruits out if the bowl. "Wow these are really good." Blaise nodded, eating a piece of pineapple.
I took out a strawberry and put it to the half into my mouth, slightly sucking on it as I looked over to Mattheo, holding the bowl out to him as he was the only one who didn‘t take some.
He sat down to my left and took the other half of my strawberry, eating it while looking into my eyes. My cheeks flushed a light color of pink and I had to look away which made him smile.
"Come on guys let‘s drink something." Draco says standing up and taking the first bottle, looking towards me. "What‘s that? Jim Bean. There‘s an green apple on it, does it taste like that?"
"Uh- a little bit, it‘s strong alcohol like firewhiskey but with a hint of green apple." i tell him.
"Sounds fire." he says and pours something into our glasses, mixing it with Coke. We all took one, cheered and took our first sip. "And? You like it?“ i ask Draco with a smug face on my face. "Yeah i like this muggle stuff more and more." We all laugh at that and continue drinking and chatting, also planning a little bit what we‘re gonna do the next few days.
A few hours later we are all drunk, sitting on the couch and on the floor, but all around the table, playing uno. It was only Pansy against Blaise, the rest of us already lost. Blaise lay‘s down a wish card, seeing Pansy has only left 1 card. He thinks for a sec and says "blue" before Pansy springs up happy and dancing, throwing her blue card on the table. " Uno! ha!" Blaise groans in annoyance and lets himself fall back onto the couch.
"Let‘s play something more interesting guys!" Pansy suggests." Somethink like.. never have I ever or.. truth or dare!"
"Truth or Dare!" I giggle, taking an empty bottle from the ground. " I have a perfect app for this guys! It‘s called piccolo." I took out my phone and put all of our names into it so it could give us our first quest.
Draco and Enzo tell us about your most embarrassing story ever.
We all look at them, waiting for them to tell. Enzo tells us how his pants ripped at a date and Draco claims nothing embarrassing has ever happened to him but Pansy tells us how he sneezed into her face at the first dinner with her parents.
Theodore, choose someone‘s glass at the table and drink it all.
Theo groans and try‘s to take the glass with the least drink in it and chooses Mattheo‘s who has a little less in it then mine.
Mattheo, fill up your glass again.
Now Mattheo‘s the one who groans and does as the phone tells him to.
Y/n, choose your left or right for a at least 10 second kiss.
My eyes widen as I look to my left and see Mattheo grinning and to my right Pansy. "Sorry Mattheo." I giggle as i turn to my right and look at Pansy. She has to giggle too and comes near my face.
"Damn boys am I dreaming or are you seeing the same thing I do?" Theodore asks as he gawks at us.
"Shut up and be quiet!" Draco hisses and looks at us too. "Let‘s give them a show." Pansy giggles and pulls me closer. Our lips meet and I can‘t help but smile against her lips.
"Shit.." i hear Enzo whispering. She giggled against my lips as she hears him too and as the 10 seconds are up we seperate and look around us. They all look at us with big eyes and drooling mouths. "God what is it with boys that they find it so hot when teo girls are making out." Pansy asks.
As I lean back into my spot, Mattheo leans right next to me, his lips beside my ear as he whispers inside it "i don‘t know if i should be jelous or lucky to see something like that." My cheeks heat up again but I try to hide it with rolling my eyes and answering " you‘re a little pervert, mattheo." But I still have to laugh.
"And they‘re gone." I hear Blaise saying, which makes me look at them again to see the last bit of Draco and Pansy before they leave the living room and stumble kissing inside of their shared room.
I shake my head chuckling, Theo shouting "Use condoms my kids!"
Enzo, choose someone to drink against you, loser has to do the cleaning.
Enzo looks around the room and grins at me. "Oh my god why.." i half laugh and half whine as I take my glass and start drinking as fast as I can but Enzo is way faster and smashes his glass back down onto the table it almost broke. "Ha! yes!" Enzo celebrates.
Theodore, choose someone in this round and give them an interesting task.
Theo thinks for a moment before his lips curl up into a devilish smile. "Y/n.. " he starts "choose someone of us to give a lapdance to."
My face heats up at his words and my mind starts to think who to choose as I stand up to walk over to Theodore, but a pair of hands grip my hips and pull me into their matching lap. "Don‘t you dare pick someone else than me little peach." mattheo‘s deep voice echoes in my ear.
I look over to Blaise and tell him to put on a song for me. "Damn she really is gonna give him one." Enzo chuckles as he watches me standing up again in front of Mattheo.
Blaise puts on a song which comes out of the music boxes beside us.
I take a deep breath in and out, hoping not to embarrass myself in my drunken state.
I take his hand and leat him to an empty arm chair besides the couch.
I start slowly circling the chair, my finger gazing his shoulder and his chest as the music starts. When I stand behind him I grap his hair and softly pull on it so his head throws back. I arch my back and lower down a bit until i tease him with brushing my lips against the skin of his neck, making him shivers in his seat. I get back up and walk around the chair again, still touching his arm softly.
When I stand in front of him I put my foot on his chair between his spread legs, slowly tracing it with my own fingers. I know how much he loves me legs, he always told me. That was the real reason why Blaise always got the legs. Because I wanted to tease Mattheo.
I saw him gulping and his hands twitching as he trys not to touch my leg. I take my leg back to the ground and arch my back again, pushing his legs together and sitting on his lap in one smooth motion.
I hear the boys whistle at my move and I have to hide a smile. I slowly start to grind on his left tight, after a minute on his right but not with too much pressure, always just brushing and gazing touch.
I looked at Mattheo, him biting his lower lip and looking down at my hips grinding. I stand up again, turn around and bend over with an arched back, shaking my ass.
After that I took a few steps towards him but still with my back to him and sat down on his lap this time, leaning my back against him and slithering one arm around his neck so his head was at my shoulder. I started grinding my hips slowly but this time with more pressure. "And you wanted to do that on one of them?" Mattheo whispers in my ear, laying his hands on my moving hips.
Without answering him I stood up as the song was over. They all cheered and clapped their hands together which made me laugh and blush. I sat back down on the couch looking over to Mattheo who stood up, his hands hanging in front of his crotch.
He walked over to me, sitting beside me with a little frown to his face which made me gulp. "What‘s wrong?" I asked him quietly so the rest wouldnt hear, even tho they were already distracted by something new. "Nothing." he mumbled and looked at the still running tv. "Come on tell me, we‘re best friends. I can see somethings wrong."
Then he looks at me with sharp eyes, taking my hand and putting it on his lap. "Does this feel like nothing to you, y/n?" he asks with a low voice, my eyes going wide as I felt him hard in his pants, because of.. me?
Without even thinking I grabbed him trough his pants, making his eyes go wide. At first he looked at the boys, then at me. "Y/n.. " "Mattheo.."
Suddenly he grabs my shirt pulling me towards him and crashes his lips against mine. This time my eyes go wide as I feel his lips against mine. They feel soft and full, tasting like the apple whiskey we drank all night long. His hands roam over my body, feeling almost every inch of me.
I lick his bottom lip before I let him explore my mouth with his tounge. "Fuck you taste so fucking good." he breathes against my lips.
My hand is still on his lap, feeling almost paralyzed as i didn‘t move out of fear what would happen next If I continue. But I could feel how much harder he got from our little makeout session.
"Mattheo.. we have to stop." I whisper against his lips, my forehead against his. "But it feels so good.." "I know it does, but we will regret it If we don‘t stop, okay?" He groans and takes me by my hips, pulling me on top of him.
"Y/n, please. I beg you. Just make out a little more with me, I need this." he slurrs, obviously still as drunk as I am. That‘s why I blame my next decision on the alcohol.
My hands grab his shirt and I pull him even closer to me, brushing my lips against his. "Tomorrow we‘re normal friends again okay? Nothings going to be awkward or different, because we just make out a little.. like friends do, helping each other just to ease a little. Promise me." the words come out as a whisper and he nodds, agreeing to them. ".. I promise."
Desperately he closes the space between us, taking my lips in for a heated kiss again. My hands were on his hair, slightly pulling on some strands. "Do that again.." he groans. I pull again and a strangled moan leaves his lips making me shiver on him.
He arches his back a little, bucking his hips against mine. He shudders when my hips move back against his, still sitting on his lap.
"What are you even doing to me, Peach – huh?" I hear him say before he traces down an invisible path down my neck, leaving light and wet kissed.
– thats all I remember before waking up in my bed in the morning with my head hurting like hell. I groan and try to get up, wanting to take a shower. It sounds like the rest is still asleep so I walk into mine and Pansy‘s bathroom, taking off my clothes to get into the shower. With one last turn I see myself in the mirror, my eyes widen. What the fuck.
I had a hickey right between my breasts and one on my collorbone but it was really small and almost bot noticeable. Who was - shit Mattheo.
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eight
being back in in your old house has brought so many memories. you had just stepped foot back. it smelled the exact same but the decor was very different. it felt inviting. you missed being home.
aaron helped you carry the kids inside. the plan ride and the ride back home caused the kids to fall asleep quickly.
you and aaron discussed on buying a bigger house. he wanted to kids to have space to move around. currently you lived in a three bedroom apartment.
“sorry it’s a mess. when i left home i didn’t expect to be gone to long.”
you shrug your shoulders.
“it’s not messy, aaron. you’re just a clean freak.” you joked.
he chuckles. “yeah! but don’t act like you’re not either.”
the two of you stayed in silence for awhile. you and aaron had put the kids in your shared bedroom. well—you had no idea how the sleeping arrangements would go.
of course you’d love to sleep in the same bed as your ex husband—but you didn’t want to overstep. If he wasn’t ready for that yet you’ll respect his decision.
“does jack know im here?”
aaron hums. “yeah. but he doesn’t know he has siblings. with everything that happened i forgot to mention them. it was just so nice hearing his voice.”
“cant believe my babies ten now.”
aaron nods in agreement. “gotta lot of catching up to do.”
your heart broke when he said that. you knew it was a dig the way he said it. you knew aaron needed time to forgive you completely. you just hoped in the end the two of you would work things out.
when jack gets home he runs quickly into the house. he misses you so much. he just needed to see you to believe you were home.
he hears music in the kitchen. he carefully walks in and spots you cooking dinner.
“mom?”
you turned and gasped. your little boy not so little anymore. you wanted to cry.
“oh? my baby’s all grown up.”
jack runs to you and hugs you tightly. “i miss you. please don’t ever leave again.”
you kiss the top of his head. “i swear it. gonna make this family work.”
jack nods and he lets go. you gently grab each side of his face before kissing his forehead.
“there’s something your father and i wanna tell you.”
“what is it?”
just as you were about to speak you see tiny little feet coming your way. it was your oldest daughter.
“brudder, mamma?”
you nod your head.
“when i left i found out i was pregnant.”
“i have a sister?” jack asked excitedly.
“two actually! and a little brother.” aaron makes himself known.
jack was super excited to have siblings. he always wanted a little brother or sister. now he has three siblings.
“jack meet isabella, theodore, and aurora.”
“hi! im your big brother.”
“brudder?” theo grabs jacks hand.
aaron walks over to you and grabs your hand. it was the first physical contact the two of you had.
it’s been three months since you’ve been home. aaron had still been cold to you. you understand and you tried to keep patient.
but it was very frustrating. almost as if he didn’t trust you. and maybe he didn’t. but you came this way to try and work out your relationship.
just felt like you were doing it alone.
aaron was currently out on a case. you kept the house in order while he was gone. you cooked, cleaned, made sure jack did his homework, kept the triplets entertained, went shopping. everything you could think of.
when aaron arrived home you greeted him with a simple smile. he had his signature scowl on his face before spotting the kids.
“daddy!”
aaron picked up each of the children and kissed their cheeks. aaron adapted well to having four kids. it was tough but he made sure his children were happy and healthy.
you knew by just looking at them what you were going to suggest would break his heart a little. but you thought it was best. just until he was ready to work on your relationship.
“i missed you so much.” aaron tells his kids.
“miss you, daddy.” aurora states.
“dad!”
“hi, jackster. miss you too bud.” aaron hugs jack gently.
“did you catch the bad guy?” jack has been asking him this question since he found out his dad put bad people away.
“sure did bud!”
“cool. mom? what’s for dinner?”
“ordered a pizza. mama is tired today.”
jack nods understandably before heading back upstairs to his room. you watched as aaron play with your kids.
when dinner arrived you all ate at the table together. mostly you feeding the kids while aaron and jack eat as well.
once everyone was finished it was time for bed. you and aaron got made sure jack took a shower as you started to bath the triplets.
when everyone was in there respective beds you sighed before walking to your shared bedroom with aaron. although you two weren’t sleeping in the same bed.
for the last three months he had been on the couch. only coming into the room before the kids woke up.
“may we talk?”
aaron turned to look at you. he hums. you sit down on the bed.
“i think i should move out.”
“what?!”
“i said i think—”
“i heard you! why?”
“aaron, you barely even look at me. i get it, you’re upset i left, but—”
“you think that’s why im upset? because you left?”
you frowned. “well, yeah.”
“yn, im upset because i hurt you. im upset because you left without even telling me about your pregnancy. im upset because i wasn’t there for the birth of our kids.”
“so, you’re made at yourself? i don’t get it. what’s with all the snarky remarks then, aaron?”
aaron sighs. he sits next to you and grabs your hands. it felt good to have him finally touch you. you miss him deeply.
“im just—im projecting i guess. im hurt that i hurt you and instead of admitting my faults im hurting you even more. im sorry, love.”
god you missed that. him calling you his love. you’d do anything to keep this relationship sacred.
“where do we go from here?”
“ive been looking into counseling. i think we both suffered a lot the two years we were apart. especially you baby. with losing two dads and learning your mom had been held hostage all this time. i think you need to talk to someone and i need to get my shit together.”
you never considered therapy. mostly because you had someone to talk to. rather that be your parents, aaron, your siblings, emily or penny. there was always someone there. but as you think about everything, aaron had a point.
“okay.”
aaron kisses the top of your head.
“but could i make one suggestion?”
aaron nods. “can i sleep in the same bed as my husband. i just want him to hold me at night. i miss that.”
aaron smiles and nods.
“let me take a shower. then ill be right back to hold you, love.” he kisses your forehead once more before getting up and heading to your shared bathroom.
you watched him and smiled. knowing that the two of you would be okay. that’s all that mattered to you. him and your four beautiful kids.
like i said, slow burn but not too slow!
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aaron opening up to us in the end. he’s such a man 🤤
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do you know where I can find positive fics about Scott? Not background to Sterek, please?
I think so!
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This is a ceiling he knows, a sight he woke up to for years and years. This bed, too, is one that swallows his body in a familiar way, and the blankets and sheets smell like home. The room is dark, only the streetlight casting in through the window confirming his fear as he glances around the bedroom— the posters on the walls, the desk piled high with books and papers and homework, the empty spot where his crime wall should be.
He’s woken up in his childhood bedroom.
Stiles slowly rolls his head to the side to find a young, floppy-haired Scott fast asleep beside him, his breathing soft and steady.
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A time travel story about friendship - Stiles and Scott haven’t been friends for a decade, not since Scott made the mistake of believing Theo and pushing Stiles out of the pack. Now twenty-seven, they get into an argument and wake up in the past, back to a time when they only had each other.
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Drabble Mini-Series: Five Responses to the Question "Would you still love me if I was a worm?
1.
"Yes."
"You didn't hesitate."
"Should I have?"
Ron opened his mouth and then closed it again. "No?"
"We'd make great worms, I think."
"We?"
"Of course," Luna said confidently.
"Why would you be a worm?"
"Well, if you're a worm, I'm going to be a worm, too. And we're going to be two worm lovers 'til the end of time. We'll till the soil together in the same pot and make sure to help grow a lovely flower."
Ron grinned stupidly. Suddenly, being a worm sounded like a brilliant plan.
2.
"Ly, that's so dumb."
The blonde whipped out her wand and stuck the tip to James's side. The boy yelped.
"Was the stinging hex necessary?"
"You called me dumb!"
"Not you, daft witch, the question!"
"Oh." Lyra cast a cooling charm over the skin she'd maimed only moments ago. "Answer it, then."
"If it means never getting a stinging hex from you again, then yes."
"Be serious."
James laughed and leaned back against the trunk of the tree. Lyra, who had her head on his lap stared up at him with pleading blue-grey eyes.
"Fine. Of course I will."
"Why?"
"Why?!" James repeated incredulously. He sighed, knowing that it was useless to pick a fight with her. Lyra was the child of the most insufferable and the most stubborn people in the world after all (his dad's words).
Despite everything, he loved her dearly. He and Lyra were soulmates. He could feel it in his bones. Plus, he knew he wouldn't be able to live without her, regardless of if she were an invertebrate.
He could have told her all of this, but instead he said:
"I'd be crazy not to."
3.
"Did Hermione put you up to this?" Harry asked, watching as his husband completed his 10-step skincare routine in front of a lit vanity mirror in their bedroom. With one final pat, he extinguished the light and climbed into bed.
"Actually, I put Hermione up to it," Theo confessed. "I don't know where it came from, all I know is I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I get an answer from you."
"Hm, alright." Harry shifted in bed, wrapping his arms around Theo's shoulders. The brunette snuggled closer to him, sniffing his neck affectionately.
"I think it's a stupid question, because of course I will," Harry finally said after minutes of thinking. "Considering all I went through to marry you, I'd be an idiot to throw it all away."
Theo rolled his eyes. "You love me," he muttered.
"Yeah I do," he replied, planting a kiss on his crown. "And you do a good job of reminding me everyday. How about you, would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Theo looked up and gazed lovingly into his husband's startling green eyes.
"No."
4.
Frankly, Pansy was caught off guard by the question. Her first instinct was to respond with something like "that's a stupid question," but she swallowed the urge.
She'd been with this boy for months and he's already tamed her tongue.
She thought about the question, broke it apart and tried to see the best possible outcome. All the while Neville's hands worked with soil, his fingers coaxing the particles to loosen.
"Well, worms are important," she finally said. "You've always said that a gardener's best helper is the worm, right?"
"So you're saying, if I'm a worm, you'd keep me around because I'm...helpful?"
"Yes and no," Pansy conceded. "You've done more than help me, Nev. You make me...better. We're partners. I wouldn't leave my partner behind, ever."
She approached him and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"Besides, you'd be successful as a worm, considering that you already have my heart."
Neville burst out laughing. Realizing what she'd just said, Pansy covered her face in embarrassment.
"That might just be the cheesiest thing you ever said."
"And I will never say that again, so you better remember it," she promised.
Neville pulled her hands away from her ruddy face and kissed her softly. In response, pulled him down to her by the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply.
"Oh, the things you do to me."
5.
"Darling, are you drunk?"
"Tired," Hermione mumbled into Draco's chest, on which she'd unceremoniously collapsed after a long day of teaching. His laughter rumbled through his body.
"Same thing."
"Answer the question."
Being with Hermione Granger, Draco has discovered, is a continuous learning process, of knowing when to rile her up and when to remain firmly on her side. And while he did enjoy riling her up, he more so enjoyed having her melt in his arms.
With a giant exhale, Draco took off his glasses, closed his book and set both down on the side table. Hermione scooted up to him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Draco kissed the top of her curls softly and began to stroke her hair, eliciting sighs from Hermione.
"You are my world," he whispered to her. "There is no me without you. I will love you in whichever universe, in whatever form."
Hermione peered up at him with glassy eyes. "Promise?"
"I promise, darling."
Fin.
#fic#fanfiction#hp fanfic#dramione#panville#nottpott#lyra x james#runa#draco x hermione#pansy x neville#harry x theo#polafics#pola writes#pola drabbles
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Theo Decker and the Wild Years - a goldfinch fanfiction
It was in my seventeenth year that I took my studies more seriously. That is to say that I started taking Adderall and joined a club like they always asked me to. Literature and poetry weren't graduation requirements of mine, but the teacher of this particular class never made an effort to talk about my past with me, and I was grateful. For his class I wrote what I thought would be my first and last love poem. Of course, I never said “love you” in person, nor who it was that I loved, but it was enough for me that the professor could assume it was someone like Pippa.
A coming of age story taking place in the years between when he loses Boris and when he meets him again.
rating: teen and up | words: 2,593 | ship: boreo | ao3
It was in my seventeenth year that I took my studies more seriously. That is to say that I started taking Adderall and joined a club like they always asked me to. Literature and poetry weren't graduation requirements of mine, but the teacher of this particular class never made an effort to talk about my past with me, and I was grateful. For his class I wrote what I thought would be my first and last love poem. Of course, I never said “love you” in person, nor who it was that I loved, but it was enough for me that the professor could assume it was someone like Pippa.
After writing it at my desk, I tore it apart. “Shit for brains!” I yelled at myself. It was enough for me to feel the self hatred. If anything, it almost elated me to feel something at all. That was why it didn’t hurt me when I realized that I had three minutes to get to Mr. Watson’s class and I would have to turn in the torn sheet as it was all I had written. I taped it back together and titled it at the top: “I’m Sorry I Never Lived on the Streets,” by Theodore Decker.
On the day I became an orphan, my life was set in smoke; no solid land around me from the moment I awoke.
Each day I thought I slaved away, screamed each time I awoke; I stayed silent in their home
I never knew I was lucky
In my years no longer an orphan, my family found me
funny thing is. but of whom found whom, should I say we found we
in my years no longer an orphan, I stole and stretched, believed I was unloved each time I retched
I heard you laugh from the bedroom
The day before I became an orphan, I sat in the park with you, watching a movie where we created our own blue
There’s a movie playing in my head all times of the day like we wrote together in that park from night to the dawn of day and when I see it I look for, I look for the time we could have spent together if I just said yes. I’m sorry I didn’t say yes. I’m sorry I didn’t make you say yes.
Our movie plays in California showing. A film appreciation essay I write makes me realize that the best and worst times I ever had were with you, my years no longer an orphan.
I got a C-. The prose was off, the number of syllables didn’t match between stanzas, and, according to the professor, it seemed like I didn’t try at all on the technical aspects. Which was true; I didn’t. However, he gave me a passing grade saying it made him cry.
In all the times I thought about kissing Pippa, I think each time was because she was my first kiss and also the first person I ever shared my life with. I missed sharing so desperately, hidden under all the secrets I had. I wished to share this poem with her but chose not to when I realized showing her a love poem made for someone else may end all prospects I had in pursuing her.
It was two weeks later after I had turned in no more assignments when Mr. Watson came up to me. He said, shocking even me, “I’ll give you a chance to redo the first poem. You need three to complete this quarter, and I’ll count it as a second.”
He was kind to offer me it; God knew how I was going to graduate anywhere near “on time” when I did only the bare minimum and sometimes less. Kind as he was, and uninterested as he remained in anything other than my poetry, I sat down in his class to complete it, not even bothering to move from my seat. I looked at the poem and almost reread it before knowing that I couldn’t bring myself to write of him again.
It had been three days since I last thought of him, an all time record, especially since I had bought pot from Samantha in Physics’ younger sister. Was it embarrassing to buy weed from a high school freshman, maybe, but I didn’t care. Not until now when I remembered how we used to buy it from Kotku. I bet Boris could’ve written a poem far better for Kotku, the way he picked up bits and pieces of language and blended it seamlessly through it. Well, as long as he wasn’t talking like a gangster.
Almost, I decided, almost I would’ve written a poem to Kotku. Instead, I wrote one about Saoirse who I had lost my virginity to, kind of, four and a half months before. She had a boyfriend at the time, but I had come to expect those were the kind of girls I would get involved with.
In the wind and the wine, there is no more time.
I see you tonight, I see you tonight.
On a robin's chilled head, our fingers fall to bed.
Where is he tonight, I won’t ask tonight.
We fall frigid and fight, he ain’t here tonight.
Why do we always fuck in the night.
I respect your commitment, your panties are dripped in;
You never put up a fight.
If you did I would leave, that’s my guarantee.
Please just tonight, please put up a fight.
Your boyfriend is calling. G2G, AMBER NEEDS HER PHONE.
I titled it CALL ME L8R and turned it in for a grade.
I had hoped that, upon turning it in, he would take it home to grade later. If I may say something self pitying, as I was at the time, my hopes were once again dashed. He sat there and read it as I stood in front of him, uncomfortable and questioning whether I was permitted to leave. Two minutes in, he tapped on his desk in a beat. Four minutes in, he turned to me.
“Theo,” he said, “This meets all technical requirements for a beginning class, but it’s not the rewrite I hoped it would be.”
“No sir,” I said, “It’s not quite a rewrite.” The quite was added for dramatic effect, or at least, as a way to lead into it.
“I hoped you would redo it because I wanted a refined version of that emotion. This, well, Theo, there is a beat and a rhythm and something akin to want, but there is no desire. This one won’t– hasn’t made me cry.”
I thought for a moment of tears, and how Mr. Watson said he read poems that left him confused to his wife, she had a sense for putting two and two together. He loved it when she laughed aloud to a piece, always more reactive than him, but if it made her cry, he would inevitably give a passing grade.
It was then that I knew how to speak. “The feelings are all there, if you read it correctly.”
“Oh, is that so?” the professor said with a smirk, genuinely waiting on what I had to say.
With a confidence known only to liars, I nodded my head and spoke again, “It’s a sequel. Read the first to your wife, wait twenty minutes, then read her this. Tell her it’s meant to take place immediately after the first. I’m sure she’ll notice how it changes who I’m talking with.”
“Twenty minutes? Odd, but if that’s the best way to read it.”
That was Tuesday. Two days later on Thursday, when Our class next met, he came up to me.
“My wife hated your poem,” He said.
As he stood silently, giving me time to process, or maybe for the drama of it all. I was taken aback by the comment until he spoke again. “You get an A.” Then, I was taken aback further, nearly thrown against the wall mentally.
“What do you mean, she hated it?”
“I would say that she is a middle school teacher, works with all sorts of kids. I told her you were seventeen, and she said you were one too, even if I think you’re close enough to eighteen. She thinks it’s too profane and far too sad. My thoughts: I know what teachers you avoid. The nice ones, am I right? I think you would hate her teaching style.”
I thought once again of the last time I shared. “If it was middle school, I think I would like her.”
On the next Tuesday, I ditched his class.
On Thursday I showed up to class twenty-nine minutes late in an hour and twenty minute long class. He let me in without even a look. He read aloud a poem about a man who strangles his girlfriend with her own hair to keep her untarnished from the world. There was no chastisement from missing class or being late. Now I realize it was pity, or maybe, understanding on his part to keep me from being scared off. At the time however, I thought he simply didn’t care which suited me in the best way possible.
Not until three weeks later did he talk to me again, holding me back after class.
“Theo,” he said, “Do you have a minute.” It seemed like all of my talks with him would be right when I was trying to leave.
When I replied in the affirmative, he continued. “You need to turn in one more poem before your closing essay. I suggest another sequel. My wife would like to read a third.”
I had a suspecting feeling that he meant his wife wanted to know if I’d be okay. The answer was… The answer was. At the time, I didn’t know, and right now. Well. Right now I don’t want to answer, not even to myself. I wasn’t okay, if I can say that much.
“Alright, I can do that.”And I could. I did, if that’s the correct answer.
It’s winter now, and I must pretend that I do not want to see you again.
My father knows you, H is his name. You’ve never met him, but I suspect he feels the same.
There’s a care I feel. I didn’t before. I must confess… I may not know you anymore.
But I know who I was with you so close, it is with him that I share you the most.
In a failing cafe with a full mouth I say a name I would never else say aloud.
With you, stomach aching and palms aching, I had never felt my mouth so full. Your name whispered and yearned and. I do not do that anymore.
For three days, I sat trying to find a name to title it. I almost gave it yours. Almost. In the dearest days Thursday through Monday I considered tearing it up, but I didn’t. Instead, I took a pen and paper and a library book on iambic pentameter, which I never ended up using and tried to rewrite it. In the end, I went to Mr. Watson and had him help me.
“I like the rhyming scheme.” He muttered down into the paper, still holding it in his hands where he sat at his desk.
That’s not what I wanted him to say. He must have seen my frown because he turned away before he talked again. “What is it that you want to change?”
“The technical elements.” He looked at me again, built of walls. I struggled for a clearer answer. “I want it to be better.”
“No,” He said. “What is it that you hate?”
I thought long and hard. What was he searching for? I knew it, deep down. He wanted the truth, so I fought dragging it up from the depth of my being. Well, I dragged up most of it.
“Her,” I said.
Obviously I had not said that with enough conviction because instead of taking me at face value he asked, “Are you sure?” as if I could be anything but.
I was sure of one thing and that was that the answer was Him!
And that was when I realized, hearing it echo in the empty room, that I had said it aloud. My first reaction wasn’t tinnitus like I felt it should be after yet another trauma because, indubitably, this was a trauma. No it was a quiver in my mouth then a blur to my vision and I realized how relieved I felt not to see his face. I hadn’t cried in over a year.
“Come and sit down, Theo.”
My eyes didn’t work, but my ears still did, and like the child his wife thought I was, I followed his directions keenly. Not that I had the ability to think about it then, but it’s what I craved most of all. Being treated like a child and told what to do. In that moment, I craved who I was before like no other moment in my memory; a child cared for and loved, no matter how much I ran away from it. The mountainous clarity of my desire terrified me.
He handed me a tissue and I kept my place, sitting head down at my veneered desk.
He said to me words that I to this day do not believe. You are, and I mean this, okay. You will always be okay.
I cried long and hard in his room while he stood back and watched. He never touched my back or shoulder like another teacher might, and on one drunk occasion, I thought about thanking him. Not for his kindness or the passing grade, but for not touching me. Although I rethought it when I realized how poorly that would go over.
In the end, I saw that Professor twice more. To turn in my final paper, something I only stopped in briefly to do, and then to turn in my revised poem: “Boris” by Theodore Decker.
A shot in the ass I had never felt before. That’s what It was like with you, amore.
Hollowed out ribcage, I burrowed inside. It’s there I lived with a sick sense of pride.
Like kid’s vitamins and piss of a dog, so many things I dare not adore
Wild guess, those aren’t days I talk of much, except to my new father in our hutch.
I cannot say it like this can I? Let’s try again. A new scene, creativity, let's start with the date:
It's winter now and I must pretend./I do not want to see you again.
My father knows you now by name/you've never met but I suspect he feels mine same
H knows me deeply most of all/you and I like his partner in that fall
There’s a care I feel. I didn’t before/distance bars knowledge amore
But I know who I was with you so close/it’s with him I share you the most.
In a failing cafe with a full mouth/I say a name I would dare not say else.
Still, I don’t see us in this. How about free-verse.
my mouth was filled with your name, an ache in my stomach and my palms, so I have whispered and yearned and. I do not do that anymore.
No.
I’m so sorry my love for I cannot comprehend what it means to no longer see you again.
Fuck a rhyme. Boris, please. Come and make a home in me.
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Sugar Punch - Chapter 39
*Warning Adult Content*
Two years later. . .
- Theo -
As my day came to an end, I felt relieved that I managed to finish all my work and sent it in before the deadline.
Four months of late nights and coffee binging, I finally had time off from the project my team and I were working on, it was our second big project and with our name finally out there, we couldn't mess it up.
Leaning back in my chair, I rub my face and sigh out, then look at the time to see that it's three in the morning and I desperately needed a shower.
Turning my PC off, I grabbed my things and made my way out of the office, before loosening my tie, everyone had already left hours ago and since I was the last one here, I had to lock up before I left.
Locking up, I head out to the parking lot and unlock my car, seeing the headlights flash ahead of me and the car beep as I opened the door to my car, and got inside.
How long has it been since I got time to myself?
It feels as though all I do these days is work and eat instant noodles, it wasn't ideal but this was the cost of having a job I only dreamt of when I was back in high school.
I was fortunate enough to land a job straight out of university, as a game programmer I couldn't complain, the money was great and the job gave me freedom to choose what jobs I wanted to take on and which ones I didn't.
I had my own small team but it was perfect, everything felt like how it should be at a job, I showed up, did my job and left with a smile on my face every single day.
Driving home, it didn't take me longer than twenty minutes from the office and once I park the car, I head for my apartment building and start walking towards the elevator, to get to my apartment on the sixth floor.
I lean against the wall of the elevator and closed my eyes to destress myself before I headed inside my apartment, not wanting to bring my work life home, this was a ritual of mine to live a happy life, not only at home and work but also in my relationship.
That's when I wonder if he's awake...
Unlocking my apartment door, I head inside and lock it again, all the lights are off, so I knew that he was fast asleep in our bed, as he probably got home two hours ago and was equally tired.
Quietly, I walk into the bedroom and see him fast asleep, cuddling his pillow with half the blanket off him, he looked funny when he was asleep, with his mouth open,and naked with nothing but socks on.
Arthur Jones... my boyfriend of six months.
I take off my clothes and head into the bathroom for a quick shower before I get into bed and get some much-needed sleep, it takes me twenty minutes to wash and brush my teeth before I head back into the bedroom, to climb into bed and under the blanket.
"Mmmh... Theo?" Arthur mumbles, as I wrap my arm around his waist and I lay down next to him.
"Yeah, it's me... go back to sleep," I softly said, as he hummed out and instantly went back to sleep, leaving me laying there as I got lost in my thoughts.
It was times like this, that I can't help but think about the past and how far I've come and how much I've changed since then... since him.
Maddox Zane...
I've not seen him since that day, the day he broke up with me, as days went by, I knew that it was finished between us, then as months went by, I started to persuade myself that it was all probably for the best.
I had dived deep into my classes and studied hard, I kept my head down and got a job, now two years later I'm in a happy, healthy relationship with someone who loves me and someone I could see a future with.
Still, I thought about him, it could be once a week... once a month, it didn't matter what I was doing, who I was with or where I was, Maddox always found a way inside my thoughts.
Despite this feeling not going away, I was desperate to make my relationship with Arthur work, it didn't matter that I was still in love with someone else, I knew that in time, everything would fade and Arthur would fill the emptiness I feel inside of me.
Once a month I checked up on Maddox, just to see if he was happy and every time I looked him up online, I couldn't help myself but miss him, his voice, his touches and the way he made me feel like I stood ten feet high.
He started dating a month ago and although I had no right to be upset, I couldn't stop myself from wishing that it was me.
Clary Fraiser, she was, from what I read online about her, a humanitarian who did lots of charity work, she loved kids, she was the only child of a wealthy family and most importantly... she was head over heels in love with Maddox.
I hated that I still thought about him, I was happy now, Arthur was good to me and for me, I shouldn't be thinking about him anymore, something was clearly wrong with me, I should hate him for the hurt he put me through.
Even so, I still admired Maddox, I still watched him fight and I still didn't hate him, he probably had his reasons for ending things and the more I thought about it, I knew what we had was still new and something we weren't ready for.
I was okay with it now. I understood and had I moved on.
I close my eyes and rest my head against Arthurs back, blocking his face from my mind as I force my mind and body to rest, as exhaustion soon takes over me and I fall asleep.
SUGAR🥊──── 🥊PUNCH
I walk into my kitchen, to see Arthur, sitting at the table, drinking coffee while on his laptop.
"Hey there, sleepy head," he says, once he sees me, smiling happily as he types away.
I groan and head straight for the coffee.
"Morning."
"What time did you get home. I didn't hear you get in?" he asks, as I pour myself a cup of coffee and then stretch my arm, before grabbing my cup and sitting down next to him.
"Late, you were out cold, and I didn't want to wake you up," I said, smiling at him, as he looked at me, with bed hair sticking up in every direction.
He snorted out before leaning over to kiss me on the lips.
"You should've," he says, pulling back, smiling at me. "I haven't seen you in a week. I missed my boyfriend."
Smiling apologetically, I take a drink from my cup and look at what he's doing on his laptop, I saw he was on Facebook and talking to his mom, who I haven't met yet but heard so much about.
"You'll be happy to know it's finished then," I say, rubbing my sore neck as I put my cup down. "I finished at 2:30 this morning."
"Babe."
He got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my head.
"This is perfect timing. My mom is coming into town today and she's been begging me to finally meet my super smart and sexy boyfriend," he beams, as I look up at his face.
She wants to meet me?
Not this again...
"You know I..."
"I know," he interrupts me, rolling his eyes and sitting back on his seat. "But it's been months babe and she's my mother and I don't know... I'm spending more time here and things are good with us... What if I just moved in here?" he says, as I felt my chest squeeze uncomfortably.
I swallowed hard and then laugh out nervously.
"So soon?"
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"It's been months, babe. Don't you think it's time? This way we could spend more time together and you know... it's been a while since we've been together."
This talk always made me uncomfortable.
It wasn't that I didn't want Arthur here but the moment he moved in, then everything became official and for some reason, whenever I thought about it, I got an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I should just stop and say he's right.
I know I'm being ridiculous but this feeling...
Not to mention I hated the nickname 'babe' and sometimes I had to wonder if he even knew my name.
"Arthur, it's just not a good time for me. I'm not saying no, I just think we should wait," I told him and his face turned serious and shook his head.
He closed his laptop and got up from his seat.
"I don't understand you. What is the big deal? We love each other and living together is the next step," he groaned, frustrated, getting up from his seat, carrying his laptop as he stomped off.
He paused and then turned around; his face now angry.
"Is there someone else? Is that why you won't meet my mom or live with me?"
Where does he get this from?
"Not this again..." I sigh, not wanting to talk about this again, when he knows he was the only guy I was seeing.
Arthur liked to move fast and I learned from my past that moving too fast wasn't always the best way to start a relationship.
He also liked to push things onto me out the blue without allowing myself to have a say in anything.
I liked Arthur but he was clingy and as much as I worked and tried to be a good boyfriend, he didn't understand that I needed time to adjust.
"Can we not talk about this right now? You know I'm only seeing you. I don't have time to shower Arthur, how the hell would I have time to cheat?" I shake my head, getting up from my seat and putting my empty cup in the dishwasher.
I didn't want to argue with him, not so early in the morning and on the first day of my vacation, I knew that if I engaged any more than this, it would only end up with Arthur crying and leaving.
"Look..." I went over to him and held his hand as I pressed my lips to his cheek. "I just need more time, okay?" I said softly, as his eyes filled with tears looked at me.
"Fine."
He wipes his eyes, before leaning in to kiss me on the lips.
"I just love you babe... and I want to spend more time with you. I hate not seeing you and sometimes I worry I'm not enough for you."
My chest throbs at his words as I force a smile, despite this familiar feeling swallowing me whole.
"I promise you there's nobody else. Now stop crying." I playfully lean in and kiss his nose before moving back. "Just trust me, okay?"
He frowns but nods his head, as a small smile reached his lips.
"I do. I'm just... acting crazy. I'm sorry babe."
Laughing, I walk past him and pick up my gym bag by the door and then slip on my shoes.
I could feel Arthur watching me from the doorway and when I looked at him, I knew exactly what he wanted.
It's been a week and he always get like this but today I wasn't in the mood to have sex with him.
I needed to get this frustration out and as much as I wish sex would do it for me, it didn't but punching a bag did.
"I'll meet your mom."
I put my bag over my shoulder and open the front door, then look back to see a happy Arthur, grinning from ear to ear.
"Really?" he asks as I nod my head, tightening my hold on my bag as he runs over to me and presses his lips roughly onto mine, multiple times whilst saying 'mwah'.
"I love you. I love you. I promise she will love you as much as I love you. I just know it," he says, as he kept kissing me.
I chuckle uncomfortably as I quickly kiss him back on the lips and then step out into the hallway, putting my black cap on.
"I'll be back soon, I promise."
"Don't be too long… I've missed your body," he says with a knowing grin as he looked down at my gym shorts.
I smile back at him, nod my head and close the front door behind me.
Once the door shuts, I feel like I can breathe again and for whatever reason I started to feel sick and nauseous as I started walking away from my apartment, a dark thought crossing my mind that I desperately wanted to forget thinking about.
I hated that I thought about running away from Arthur, to just pack up and ghost him, after-all, he's done nothing but be there for me and he tried, he really did try and make me happy.
I'm trying too but it didn't matter how much time I spent with Arthur, I just didn't love him like how I loved Maddox, the feeling just didn't come and the more time I spent with him, the more guilty I felt.
Time... all I needed was time and in time things were going to change, I just had to bear it and let Arthur make me happy.
For now, I was going to work out at the gym, as Tony is most likely waiting for me with a grumpy expression on his face from how late I'm going to be, when I do eventually show up for training.
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IT'S. OVER. Holy shit, this took way longer than I expected it to be. Yes, it’s 20k mf words and what abt it. Don’t look at me like that. I warned ya’ll 🙄. Now, I definitely made up some words while writing this. Like a shelved corridor, the heck is a shelved corridor?!?! Please tell me it makes sense…please for the sake of my sanity. The smut is kinda tame so I’ll whip out the chains on the next one.
CROSS POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE
Summary —> Years later you find yourself face to face with the person that caused your ruin - yet this time, somethings different.
Pairing: fredweasley x fem!reader
Word count: 20k... honestly I completely get it if ya'll wanna sit this one out
Warnings: *deep breath* a poor attempt at humor / gingers / pining idiots / normal idiots / excessive cursing / fred weasley in slacks / alcohol consuming / very little angst (its mostly just overthinking) to fluff / minor character death / smut / oral, (fem) / fingering / cum play / sexual mf intercourse mfs / protected sex (dont be silly protect your willy) / dirty talk / sappy stuff
Rating: 18+
DON’T REPOST MY WORK
tagged: @opalsheart @ronsbadidea @uselessmoonlight @boxofbadaddiction @lovenonymously @sergeantkilowog @rudypankowisdaddy, @nobutfredweasleytho some names didn’t come up when I tried, so what do we get from this? I can't properly use Tumblr <3
Five Years Later, 2003
"____, will you just calm down." Aleyna lets go of the book box full of bathroom supplies and they clink together, to which you wince because these are your stuff and you’re in a far too dangerous position to lose more money.
"How can I calm down?!" you exclaim dramatically, tossing your wand on the nylon wrapped couch. "It's all Stacey's fault."
Aleyna quirks a brow, "Whose Stacey?"
"That one chick from Magical Catastrophes who always has lipstick on her teeth."
"I don't think her name is Stacey though."
You send Aleyna a look that screams, stop being reasonable at a time like this. No, this was when you overpaid your TV cable to air The Twilight Zone and drank cheap wine while cursing out your boss who cared about your well being. Hermione had become The Minister of Magic, and of course you were proud of her. Though, this didn't mean she could let you have time off work whenever something insignificant happened.
"Probably not," you mutter, opening your fridge and coming face to face with the painful truth that it’s empty, and you’re hungry. Your hand unintentionally flies to graze over your scar as you survey your options, a small pack of ketchup and left over chips. "Suits her though, feels good to say 'Goddamnit Stacey' when something goes wrong in my life."
Stacey deserves it because Stacey doesn’t refill the staplers on purpose.
Aleyna snorts, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "What did Stacey ever do to you?" Then she wheels across your new apartment to retrieve more boxes from outside.
You’re grateful for the support of all your friends, but the pitying looks they give you whenever someone mentions the words house and fire is enough to fuel into your secret want of setting their houses on fire. It was an accident, you were just trying to make the delicious recipe Molly had sent you, ignoring the small fact that you didn't know how to properly use an oven. The savings you lost from your bleeding bank account were not worth pasta with tomato sauce on it.
Though, your new apartment is big, bigger than your first because after making a name for yourself as an Auror money came easily. Wide walls for a projector TV, long tail shaped couch standing firm on varnished wood floorings, and two bedrooms that have their own - kind of unnecessary - bathrooms. Not to mention the giant kitchen with an island, only rich people had islands, where you could make plenty of Italian recipes and not worry about burning the house down because Aleyna fool-proofed it for you.
The flat was at the top floor of the new bar she just built, and she was kind enough to let you start renting the place. The residents of Diagon Alley had been fighting for this apartment for months, and you were proud to have snagged it before anyone could even offer.
Gripping the last two boxes, Aleyna pushes the front door with her foot and navigates herself backwards through the other dozen boxes you had just tossed on the floor. "These are the last two, are you sure you don't need anymore help?" she offers.
You shake your head, "I can just use magic, not in the mood for pursuing the muggle lifestyle right now."
Aleyna frowns, this reaches her eyes though. "That bad huh."
Simply nodding, you don’t bother getting into an in depth rant about how a simple fire didn't mean you had trauma, and that you didn't need to stop working for a few weeks. Not that being an Auror was hard, your work days have been quite uneventful if you didn't count a few "Revalutioners" sticking a muggle's head in a toilet.
"I know what will cheer you up," Aleyna chimes, already clad in her pea coat and sneakers. "Dinner, and it's on me."
You couldn't possibly say no to free dinner, also making food for yourself was probably not a good idea right now. Stay clear of ovens, you reminded yourself.
After getting snug in your coat and fluffing your hair, you fall on step next to Aleyna as the two of you chat.
The London cold is brutal, shivering whomever until their noses turn red and making their hands feel itchy when sudden warmth overtook. You’re used to it, as is anyone in Diagon Alley. People are crowding the stores, chatting loudly and waving their wands around at stores to reserve whatever crappy gifts they were going to buy for their family's.
You hate the holidays, refusing to go back to America and visit your own family. Your mother couldn't cook, nor could your father. Though, that didn't stop her from insisting every year and giving you, your father and the Burke's food poisoning.
After three years of sitting through awkward family dinners where everyone ignored the fact that you were almost Head of Aurors, and focused on Eva's collapsing career of Healer only to praise her, you had about enough and stopped attending. It had been two years since then, they didn't bother to write. Your dad occasionally sent you money in a horrible christmas card with an even more horrible pun written in red glittery letters that also sang Run Run Rudolph.
"Ugh, everyone's crowding the joke shop aga- oh." Aleyna pauses. "I'm sorry."
She knows about your past with Fred Weasley, considering whenever you rant about work it ends up with you cursing him and Eva out. He had such a blame-able face, just like Stacey from Magical Catastrophes.
You give Aleyna a look. "You act like I'm not a grown woman who can't get over something that happened eight years ago." you say, shaking off the small snow particles that begin to lightly fall. "You should be like this with, I don't know...my relationship with Theo! We broke up last year, why aren't you fragile with him, hmmm?"
Aleyna claps your back in a friendly manner all the same. "I know I know, but come on. This is childhood trauma we're talking about."
"Now that I think about it, seeing Eva's coochie was traumatic." you grin, and Aleyna's jaw gape even if she heard the story hundreds of times before. Not that Eva's...modesty was bad per say, just not a pleasant sight seeing as you guys grew up together.
Other than that fact, you hadn't talked, even seen Fred after the war ended. Sure, you occasionally stole glances at their very successful joke shop, but there was no point in dwelling and trying to fix an already withered away friendship.
You had fixed your relationship with Ron and Harry, having had no choice since the three of you worked together. "You were right ____, we were assholes. You don't need to apologize." they had told you, and that was that. The two families and well, you did weekly dinners and enduring the two men for Ginny and Hermione got easier as days passed, finally ending up in a good friendship like old times. It was casual between you, easy when no one mentioned how abruptly your friendship ended. No one dared to either.
Also, Harry was your boss and him remembering that you called him a drama queen wouldn’t do you any good in your career.
People bump at your sides as the two of you squeeze your way towards Sacree Fleur. The end of Voldemort brought a new, reformative era in the Wizarding World. Diagon Alley expanded, new buildings were built and culture grew. You were happy to see that Ollivendar's Wand shop renewed, along with other crumbling buildings that needed desperate attention.
Bandits lessened, and the utter arrogance some parents had by not sending their children to get magical education faded, partly because there was nothing to fear, and partly because more job opportunities arose, like said, money came easily.
Fleur Weasley, your good friend and someone who had done the impossible and won over a Weasley brother - though she was gorgeous and possibly the sweetest person you've ever met, so really they were perfect for each other - had decided on a whim to open a french restaurant. Bill couldn't say no to his wife, the rough man you had met years prior was softened with age and the struggle of raising children.
Good wine, deliciously soft steak that melts in your mouth and warm atmosphere that makes five o-clock feel like midnight. It’s by far your favorite restaurant and you'd much rather spend your Christmas Eve curled up next to a warm candlelit dinner on a terrace.
"Bonjour!" an obscenely attractive woman, Fleur greets the two of you when the revolving glass doors are pushed, and you break out in a wide smile seeing your friend at the door. "____, Aleyna! Come here, give me a big hug!"
"Fleur! What are you doing here?"
With dopey smiles, the three of you embrace.The door closes on it's own, and you shiver unintentionally, just now realizing how cold it is. Usually the big marble fireplace keeps Sacree Fleur warm, but even that seemed not enough and the restaurant is adorned with small muggle heaters, floating up above the ceiling and adding to the red light of the candles.
"You'll see. Came at a most amazing time too, silly girl always knowing when to show. Saw all the juicy drama when you were younger..." Fleur continues to joke lightheartedly, pulling away and leading the two of you through occupied tables as she faux scolds. People are content, it feels warm and almost soft. Conversation seems to flow easily and the unease you feel for the Holiday melts. Almost.
You blech whenever someone brings up the line ‘love is in the air’. It never made sense to you, because love was simply a fairy tale that would wither away with time. Also, how could love simply float? Of course, unless you count Amortentia fumes - which yours always smelled like sweat and crushed hopes. So frankly, you prefer expensive Dior perfume in the air rather than love.
Though now you find yourself doubting whatever you engraved in that well protected head of yours, love is truly in the air at Sacree Fleur. All kinds of love, mothers lovingly wiping food off their children's mouths, happy newlyweds clinking their wine glasses together with nothing but adoration in their eyes, friends enjoying sharing a simple dinner far more than should be done.
"My family, they're upstairs having dinner. The kids like the ice cream here, Mr Fortescue provides it well."
"Family? Ginny and Hermione are here?" you ask, lazily climbing the steps to the second floor to reveal the more, private part of the restaurant. Now, instead of wooden chairs with red cushions attached at the middle, there stand long booths with comfortable blankets and pillows with empty, eerily clean tables - except one.
The long table near the terrace is much livelier today, people sitting there whom you consider your own family. The three post luster that hangs low from the ceiling is turned on - it’s the first time you’ve seen the glamorous glass orbs in action. Its light ricochets off of several bright orange heads, simply calling it a lamp does no justice. The hue is yellow, low and it reminds you of the Christmas Eve fantasy you planned.
Said orange heads turn at the noise of delight you let out. "Oh Fleur! This is gorge- oof-"
"Auntie ____!"
A pool of orange locks squish into your stomach, snug in the soft fabric of your coat and you let out a chuckle. You can’t help it, even if you would never admit, he’s your favorite by a small number that-
"Well well, if it isn't Teddy Lupin."
The small boy chuckles, hair matching your black coat like a chameleon sticking itself on a flower and absorbing the color of the petals. You ruffle Ted's hair as the orange fades, he’s delighted to see you, and so are you yet your attention is quickly cut off by several disembodied voices thrown your way.
Bill Weasley is standing up, wine glass on one hand while grinning wide. “Look who my dear wife brought in!” his tidy yet visible scar stretches when his face brightens, you remembered again that day, just how much love you have around you.
“Hey everyone, hope we’re not interrupting.” you apologize, wincing but Bill quickly shakes his head and pushes his chair back.
You waddle your way towards the marble table, Teddy following suit with his face still smushed in your coat. He grips you tighter and you have to peel his small little limbs off your legs.
Aleyna scoffs, arms crossing together as she surveys Ted. “The blatant favoritism!”
Teddy rushes on his little legs to jump in Aleyna’s arms, and only then are you able to acknowledge the other - a little less important - people in the room.
“Happy holidays!” echoes around your head as several people embrace you all at once, and you have to simply stand and awkwardly loop your arm around whoever you can get a hold of.
Once the formalities are over, Ginny throws her arm around your shoulder. The red tresses of her dress hike up her leg from her slightly bigger stomach, and you can see the small broom tattoo on her thigh that she loves to display like a trophy. “You should’ve told us you were coming! We would have saved you a seat.”
A round of yes’s resonate around the room, and you take a quick moment to scan who’s afternoon dinner you’ve just interrupted. Hermione, hand resting on her very pregnant belly, is smiling warmly at you, and Ron quickly shoots up from his seat and wipes his mouth to catch up to his wife. Harry follows in his friend's wake, his hair has a white streak at the front and you furrow your brows.
“Age catching up with you Potter?” you grin, rubbing Ginny’s back fondly before she separates from you and greets Aleyna. “Or is it the pregnancy?”
Harry scoffs, pulling you in his embrace for a quick friendly second. “Always the charmer ____. I’ll have you know I’m handling it wonderfully, right Gin’?”
Ginny pauses, “Erm, yeah…”
Harry’s face feigns faux disbelief, and it quickly melts as you bombard the man with questions about how Ginny’s first trimester is going. You mentally take note of asking Ron about Hermione’s as well, your two best friends are fucking pregnant. It’s almost too happy, and slowly the anxiety creeping up from your spine wraps around your throat, ready to suffocate you whenever.
It was always like this, the past ready to make it’s deathly move, because nothing is perfect. Happiness doesn’t come this easily.
And you’re right, because not only a minute after the warm embraces of your friends comes the voice of the person you’ve been dreading to see.
“____?”
And then, you’re suffocating.
He’s a man. Of that you’re sure, because now his muscles stretch well over his broad shoulders, maroon satin shirt loose on his frame, tight around his biceps - properly sculpted of course - portraying defined collarbones.
His eyes are somewhat duller, though the same glimmer of loveable mischief he always had is evident. It will never go away, even after all these years, yet it’s tamer. That mischief caused him quite the trouble back in school, and now it seems he knows when to act, when to speak and when to stay silent.
His silhouette catches you off guard, his features are sharper, much sharper than how much Harry has matured. His biceps bulge obscenely when he rests his - also generously sized you might add - hand on the table, and the table suddenly doesn’t seem that long.
His forearms, on display with his sleeves rolled up, glistens under the soft lighting of the balcony. Your eyes fall on his bracelet adorned right wrist, one of which in particular catching your attention.
He’s still wearing the bracelet you gave him.
His face, always glowing, wears a large expression displaying his set of perfect teeth. He’s awestruck, you think.
You watch him push his large body out of the small chair, and wow chest, is your only thought. Then further down and...god damn thighs. Burly thighs - probably very comfortable too - squeezed in black tight fit jeans, however he managed that you don’t know but it was nice to imagine.
He’s leaned back, casual as he strolls towards you in two large steps, his long sculpted legs never disappointing.
Fred Weasley is genetically designed to ruin you and your insides with just one look, and you’re ashamed to have realized it all too late because when he speaks again you swear you saw stars.
“Wow - you,” he breaths, walking towards you with slow, unsure steps. “Grew!”
You raise a brow, Aleyna snorts. Grew? His steps should be unsure, because you want him to take them back, sit his fine fit ass back on that chair and pretend he never saw you.
Because this wasn’t your plan for tonight, seeing him wasn’t in your checklist. You woke up today, thinking nothing but coffee and a stressful moving day ahead. Not of the boy - the man you’ve been in love with since childhood, the man you blamed for your problems as an excuse to hide the heart squeezing pain of loneliness, the man you hadn’t seen in so many years you forgot what his voice sounded like.
You could have never guessed, and now you want to go back. Somehow rewind the clock to this morning when you were safe of your tucked away feelings trying to bulge, safe in your own little circle. All your efforts of leaving your house just a little early so you wouldn’t run into Fred seems stupid now. Your strategy ran smoothly for five years, it could’ve ran for more.
You would have continued avoiding him like your life depended on it, and his stupid joke shop, and the way he stupidly looked at you everytime he saw you. You’re reminded again, because no matter how older he looks he’s still Fred, and he still looks at you the same.
“I mean - beautifully! Shit I - fuck.” he groans, and George claps his brother on the back with a chuckle. Wherever he came from, because you were so entranced by Fred that you didn’t see George standing tall next to his family.
“____.” George stops before you, hands in his pockets. it happens too quickly that you’re forced out of your panicked state.
You raise a brow, and only then - Fred’s out of view with George’s figure towering over you - are you able to find your voice. “George.”
He pulls you in his tight embrace, “How come you never visited!” he scolds, chest stretching back to bring you with. “You’d think she’d bloody say hello once in a while! Maybe drop by our shop after 5 years, you quack!”
“George - can’t,” you heave and your legs wobble when he sets you on the ground again. You clear your throat, grinning widely at your...friend?
It would be fair to call him an acquaintance, right? You don’t know where you stand with the twins but you have love for them. This is clear from the way you can’t stop smiling like a sappy idiot - or perhaps it’s because of how contagious George’s smile is. You thought they hated you, but the youngest looks anything but displeased. He gives you a squeeze again before throwing an arm around your shoulder.
“I thought - I dunno. I thought you guys didn’t wanna see me.”
George scoffs, “Because you told us off that one time in seventh year?” he laughs, arms folding and displaying a set of bulging biceps much like Fred’s. “Yeah mate, you’re not that intimi-“
“George Weasley, finish that sentence I dare you!”
His eyes grow wide. “Sorry Ma’am.”
Someone clears their throat.
It’s Frederick Weasley, probably here to beat you to death.
“Hey Fred.” you greet, mouth dry. Get a grip, you scold yourself.
Fred opens his arms, “Well well,” he laughs, pulling you into a hug with a polite smile. His cheeks tint red when you shuffle closer, you would have missed this but you’re a creep, and you can’t stop staring at the beautiful man before you. He displays his beautifully indented smile lines, as if he was saying look at me! I’m perfect and sexy, I also broke your heart that one time, too bad I had no idea!
And it’s true, Fred never knew about your feelings. You kept them well hidden and they ate away at your organs from the inside, there was no reason to blame him. The realization is probably what compels you to accept him with open arms and wrap them around his neck.
You feel him shiver, dismissing it quickly because of the cold.
He smells good. Way too good that you melt in his arms and let him engulf you in his dangerous warmth. Manly, musky cologne, mixing with hints of cigar smoke that lingers on only certain areas of his shirt. You recognize the scotch in his breath when he whispers how much he had missed you, and his nape still has that cinnamon deliciousness he would parade whenever he came out of the shower, you fought the urge to shiver yourself, and it’s not because of the cold either.
It’s dizzying, and before you can start a detailed essay about how good his muscles feel, firm and digging into all the right places, he pulls away.
The past hits you like a ton of fucking bricks and crumbles down the firm foundations of the walls you have been building for eight years. You feel guilty, have you learned nothing? The loud pounding of your heart is a warning, yelling at you to stop getting swept away. Yet you can’t control it, just like how you can never control your feelings.
“I missed you guys too.” you breath shakily, you have to make sure to keep your distance. For your own good, you tell yourself.
Teddy pulls away your attention, and you silently add buy Teddy an expensively dumb toy to your checklist.
He sticks to your leg and is adamant on staying there. “I grew taller.” he says, looking at you between his eyelashes. “He says I didn’t, but I know I did!”
You chuckle, ignoring how Fred looks at the boy with such a warm expression, ignoring the way your heart nearly catapults out your chest.
“Well, stand straight soldier!” you demand.
Ted immediately lets go of your leg and straightens, hand going to his forehead to salute you. A giggle escapes him when you bend on your knees and act like you have a measuring stick on your hand. “Oh yes yes, seven feet tall and growing.” voice mock deep, you nod sternly.
“By this rate - I’ll pass you! Hah!” Teddy stomps his little foot on the stone floor, little sneakers barely making a sound.
You stand up again and fold your arms, “Well, I grow too you know! You can never pass me.” smirking slyly, you egg him on to see how much he’ll endure before he demands a ride on your shoulders - because that’s how giants saw the earth he told you. You doubt giants compare to a twenty four year old woman with attachment issues
Ted stands on his toes, struggling to tug on your shirt and bring you down. “No, I don’t like this game anymore…”
“Alright alright.” and with that you pick him up and prop the little boy on your shoulders.
Ted happily kicks his feet on your chest and you groan. He’s supposed to be five, not a midget wrestler. “Easy buddy boy.”
“You’re amazing with him, little twerp barely lets me tie his shoes.”
Fred’s voice startles you, only now do you realize that he had been watching you and Teddy. Speaking of, Ted’s busying himself with your hair, small hands pulling and twisting locks and mumbling incoherently.
Ear tips slowly catching fire, you chuckle. “Buy him a broom at four and see how he handles it.”
Fred shakes his head, tongue poking at the side of his cheek and you remind yourself to breathe. “You spoil him then? They say the way to a five year old's heart is money.”
“Damn, I’ll drink to that.”
Nuff words said, everyone soon sits on their designated chairs, and you pull one from another table, being the uninvited one.
Aleyna isn’t slick, you knew she had something up her sleeve the moment she had offered to pay for dinner. Though, this is your fault. You let her without calculating whatever end result was waiting to catch you off guard and ruin your entire life plan to avoid Fred Weasley.
Being the snake she is, snake Aleyna enticed you with nice food, dragged you to Sacree Fleur and did her little snake magic.
Awkwardly angled next to your best friend, you chat with Harry and Hermione while they tell you what you missed from work. (Not that you missed much, actually nothing different seems to have happened other than boring paperwork and Mrs Newersman’s new hairdo.)
Swirling your wine in one hand, the reflection of Fred from the rim of the glass keeps distracting you.
He’s changed, not personality wise though there were tweaks. Nor looks, he’s an adult now and his boyish charm is gone, but it isn’t quite that.
You can’t put a finger on it either, and you watch him laugh, carefree with his sister.
He looks relaxed, or maybe it’s merely the wine. Is it - no, couldn’t be. He looks happy. Genuine happiness and adoration for whomever. Love in his eyes as he looks at - Ah. He’s looking at you.
You jerk your head away and tip your wine glass back to gulp down liquid courage - because you need it tonight. This is bad, you tell yourself, kick you on the shin and punch to your gut bad. This can’t keep up or else you’re going to end up right back in that hollow pit of empty hope and gooey saturday lasagna.
“So, any plans for Christmas Eve ____?”
Ron’s timbre voice thankfully grips your arms and pulls you away from said hollow pit.
“Uhh what?” you cough awkwardly, setting your now empty wine glass down.
“Christmas Eve, what are you doing? Going back home?” Ron asks, raising a brow.
You can lie but something compels you not to, maybe it’s how warmly they always welcome you, how they’re welcoming you now with open arms and nice food.
You shake your head, answering honestly; “No actually, I’ll just celebrate with Jambo and Christmas movies.”
And that’s exactly how you’ve been spending your Christmas Eve these past few lonesome years. It wasn’t that lonely, you had Aleyna and people loved her bar, you’d drop by and count down with people you didn’t know, at least you got to kiss a random stranger.
“Jambo? He’s still alive?” Hermione chuckles.
“No no, this is Jambo Fitzwilliam the Second, who is also a cat but don’t you dare tell him that!” smiling, you joke lightheartedly to conceal the harsh news.
Your hand reaches to trace around your scar as you speak.You know their eyes follow, and you know they stare at it when you’re not looking. Teddy asked you one day, even after Ginny’s scolding but you happily told him your heroic story and how Bellatrix smelled like piss and rum.
Sighing, you set your hand on your lap.
Jambo had unfortunately passed away because apparently dogs couldn’t live two hundred years, which you were disappointed because clearly Dumbledore could. You had already grieved and mourned, it left you with the happiest memories of your precious dog and you were grateful.
“Poor kitty doesn’t know he’s adopted?” George frowns, banging his fist on the table.
You roll your eyes, “I’m sure he’s caught on by now, he’s three.”
“So, you’re spending Christmas Eve alone?” Fred asks, too suddenly and you flinch. He probably sees this, his effect on you.
You nod, and your friends gasp. Surely it wasn’t that big of a deal, or maybe it’s because of how normal it felt for you to be alone.
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Ginny says, hand shooting out to rub your arm.
“I’ve been trying to get her out for ages-“
“Aleyna, don’t.” you nudge her arm.
“No Aleyna, do!” Ginny protests. “You’re spending it with us and that’s that.”
“Wha-“
George throws up his finger to shush you, “No objections!” he declares fiercely. “We’re having a party at our flat and you both are coming!”
“Oh! Unless you and Blaise have any other plans.” Hermione’s quick to ask, she isn’t being slick though.
Aleyna chuckles, “We had dinner reservations but we can make it.”
Hermione grins, and you watch Aleyna pretend that she didn’t notice her friend ready to snoop in her relationship with an amused smile. Not that it matters - she and Blaise have that kind of love you hoped for as a young girl. There was truly no two other people so perfect for each other.
“How’s Blaise doing by the way?”
Aleyna takes a sip from her almost empty glass and tuts on the bitter after taste. “Amazing, actually. He just got promoted…”
Almost empty glasses are soon emptied bottles, and two steaks turn into a large brownie for the middle. You know that it’s a good meal, because as you stand outside in the midnight cold, arm around Aleyna, your legs wobble and your stomach aches from all the deliciousness you’ve consumed. More like inhaled, you only realized how hungry you were until the second steak arrived.
“Thank you so much you guys!” you wave your arm, overly theatrical, forgetting about what a day you’ve had.
Though, the thoughts catch up as you lay awake in bed.
It had gone by too quickly, and your heart is still beating louder than any chirping of the bugs outside. Your bedroom lacks furnishing, it only adds to your wild imagination. Your mind paints pictures on the blank walls as your eyes dart around, Fred didn’t look in your direction once that night.
Or maybe he did, only you didn’t see.
It’s strange, whenever you turned your gaze his way, he seemed to be busying himself with whatever, whether it be his fork or napkin. How interesting can a damn napkin be? Hopefully not any lesser than you.
And are you just going to ignore that goddamned bracelet? The one you carefully sculpted with beads in such a way that you were sure Fred would suspect at least a drop of your raging crush. He’s still wearing it, that piece of string and glass - the symbol of your love and effort - survived through a war.
Are you reading into things? Surely not, he greeted you as anyone else would. Or maybe he remembered - you don’t dare think of that night.
How can they act so normally, so brazen after everything? It’s been almost six years since you saw them, have they got nothing to say to you? Maybe an apology?
Frustrated, you turn to your side and force your eyes shut.
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When night bleeds into morning, every cat has a tendency to quip over to their owners on their cushioned paws - which makes no noise but simple claw scratchings on the floor.
Jambo’s no different.
So, you’d imagine the poor creature's shock when he finds your bedroom empty. If he’d bothered to check, you’re seated on your island stool, pen and parchment in hand and mug of hot coffee (instant given the circumstance) in the other.
You hung your new curtains this morning, and were making use of them by shutting them halfway on the hooks while your window stood half open. You watch the snow flurry outside and gulp. If this week was to go horribly wrong... at least you have nice curtains waiting for you at your ritzy new apartment.
Jambo wraps his tail around your dangling ankle like he always does and you barely hum in acknowledgement. He’s purring, and it brings you comfort even if it’s for a small moment. But your question still remains unanswered, What would a five year old boy want for christmas?
It had been exactly two days since Ginny invited you to spend Christmas Eve together, and you busied yourself with buying them gifts - a tradition you hated because 1. coming up with gift ideas is infuriatingly hard. It’s way too time consuming, nit picking every single personality and deciding what they’ll like and what they’ll pretend to like. Pretend like they’re going to use it, and then never touch it until that one very specific occasion.
Maybe it’s excessive, but you actually like these people. They somehow give you - a sad, lonely sewer rat that’d been a neglected child - joy.
And 2. you feel like those people you make fun of every Christmas. Though, somewhere deep in your heart, you know you enjoy being those people. You would never admit it though.
What? You actually relish in the idea that you belong to a group, and that said group causes you to carry out cliche holiday traditions?
Absolute blasphemy.
Finally deciding, you leave your apartment in warm but cher clothing. It isn’t as crowded this morning - or maybe it’s because it’s seven forty in the crack of fucking dawn. Though, with the amount of caffeine you’ve consumed, it feels like ten.
Would they even be open, you ask yourself, jogging quickly about the streets on your heels to avoid the cold. It’s Christmas, they have to be.
Of course your logic sucks.
Shivering, you round the corner tea shop and fasten your pace. Ass freezing, lip tucked in between your teeth, you realize you have underestimated the morning London cold.
Soon, thankfully, the giant head of George(?) you assume, comes into view. The animatronic is motionless, big porcelain eyes closed and displaying sinister gaping holes. You shiver, and not because of the cold either.
Keeping your eyes low on your feet, you push the glass doors of the shop open. You don’t bother to check the inside from the generous glass displays, it’s way too cold and you don’t want to spend any more time outside with the giant George doll.
A bell rings, a little jingle up above that puts a smile on your face. Jambo’s collar jingled like that whenever he got excited, whether it be a pesky squirrel ready to bum off your house food, or maybe a friendly one showing its face to piss off the house dog.
You sigh, and only then notice the delicious scent of fresh coffee roast. Invading through your nostrils and turning you into a drunkard, and you can’t help but gravitate towards-
Woah, you’ve had your coffee today.
“Who's here so early, couldn’t a man enjoy breakfa-”
You smile apologetically, it’s only natural that Fred just woke up. He isn’t a morning person, after years of knowing him you found out one way or another. In your case, he was mean to you and that’s when it clicked. Fred doesn’t like the early hours of morning, where his hair isn’t as tame and his lips feel like they’re about to pop. You find it charming.
“____?”, the man of the hour comes into view, standing at the top of the spiral staircase. The first step is a rung, rolling on the hinges of the wall's edges. The staircase rattles when Fred steps down, and you quickly jump forward in panic.
Mug in one hand, his fingers rake through his mussed morning hair then settles on the checkout counter. “Morning,” He smiles, and those dang smile lines greets you, as if they’re mocking you again.
“Morning, I know it’s early and-”
“It’s okay, have you had breakfast yet?”
Taken aback, you nod. Disappointment flashes through his face, and before you can analyze he straightens. Taking a sip of his coffee and humming, he fixes his pyjama bottoms. Red and checkered, loosely hanging from his hip and giving you a teasing view of his lower abdomen. “Can I get you anything?” he asks again, adamant on offering you something.
You shake your head no and you watch his face fall. Merlin, you would have come starving if it meant having breakfast with him. The view before you is enough to fulfill your darkest fantasies, and this is enough. Because you know that this is all you could get. His friendship.
But is it though? Is it truly enough? Will it ever be enough?
The questions that linger around your head have an answer that you wouldn’t dare set free. Everything you’re doing right now is wrong, how you’re standing in front of him, letting his delicious scent compel you further into him.
He smells almost alluring - he always does - less piquant than yesterday. Probably the after taste of neglecting a shower, yet his natural fragrance is just as charming. You remember those mornings at the Burrow when Fred stumbled down the stairs, sun early and bright, woken up just like himself. He smelled ama-
Woah, down girl.
Fred clears his throat, and only then do you realize how long it has been since you spoke.
“I need to buy something.” you blurt. Fuck, this couldn't get more embarrassing. “For Ted, his gift.” You finish lamely.
“Ah,” Fred chuckles, giving you a quick lookover. You flush. “You have come to the right place.”
It’s true, the shop is truly...something. A gateway to heaven for anyone twelve or younger. Fascinated, you take your time to linger your eyes on every little nook and cranny that catches your eye.
The shop feels much tamer without the telltale rowdy crowd, it’s almost comforting. You can really see a piece of each twin on each display, Fred’s being the Deflagration Deluxe. ‘A deluxe selection of Weasleys’ Wild-Fire Whiz-Bangs’ read on the big cardboard. You chuckle, he always had a bag full of them that he carried around religiously.
“Those!” he exclaims, scurrying over to the display, “New and improved by yours truly.”
You chuckle, and Fred breaks out into a smile. “Here, I’ll show you around.” he mutters, before you can utter a protest, he takes your hand in his and drags you to a shelved corridor. “This is his favorite section, explosives and quidditch.”
You smile as you scan the heaps of colorful products lining the walls, all engraved with the shop's signature logo. Fingers coming out to touch a few, you subconsciencly swing your encased hands together. “These are real neat.”
Fred smirks, though his palms feel hotter than usual, “Not so much when he’s blowing up the bloody flat.”
You chuckle softly, eyes fluttering to imagine little Ted shaking up a pair of fireworks, unknowingly setting them off and resulting in a giant black mark on the ceiling. Because only that explains the small black stains on the walls of the shop.
“See anything you like?” Fred offers, almost in a whisper.
“No I,” you turn back to him, and something flashes between the two of you. “I’m still…looking.”
The air feels tense, warm, affecting your body. Your breath catches in your throat, Fred’s eyes bore into yours with such intensity that you don’t know what to do. Even your breathing feels on edge.
He moves closer to you and your heart flutters. His exhales hit your ear, only a breadth away from your neck and you flinch. Chills lift up the hair on your arms, “No...erm.” you mutter.
“Alright.” he says softly.
His eyes are hooded, displaying a perfectly long set of eyelashes.
How, is the question. They’re long and thick, and you’re jealous. Yes, you might have ruined yours with your curler but still, if you were born with eyelashes like that you wouldn’t even need a blasted curler.
“What are you thinking ‘bout.” he whispers, long digit lifting to stroke your cheek. So soft that you barely feel it, before he trails it up your cheekbones, to the panes of your face.
The same alarms blast in your ears, and you can’t ignore them this time. It isn’t that you don’t like this, on the contrary you’re ready to jump him.
“Eva!”
Fred takes a step back, face falling. “What?”
You shake off whatever just happened seconds ago and focus on reality. “Gosh, I forgot to ask.” you exclaim, over excited but at what cost. “How is she doing? Is she up there in the flat?”
Fred winces. “Actually-”
“I’m guessing you guys moved in together, after all those years you know. Don’t tell me you guys got marr-”
“____!” he takes a deep breath, “We broke up a few years ago.”
You freeze. “What?”
They broke up? “Why, oh Fred-”
Fred shushes you with a finger. Embarrassed, warmth spreads through you like a tidal wave. “I fell out of love, but it felt nice to have someone around, you know?”
You don’t say anything, yes you know but his loneliness and yours is much too different.
Growing up, Fred had the support of his family, he always had someone there. You knew it was bad to dismiss him like this, but the aching in your heart wasn’t going to allow him to speak like that. He always had someone affirming that it would be okay, someone to pat his back whenever he scored a goal through a hoop, whenever he got a good grade or did a cool trick with his broom. He still had them, even if he was at his worst. He had endless support. You didn’t.
It wasn’t easy after the war, living alone with nothing but the collar of Jambo gripped tightly in your hands. He had died shortly after Voldemort fell, and you had to hang onto the last piece he left until your agony died down. That was your only support.
Ginny, Hermione and Aleyna were there of course, but everyone's way of coping is different, and they didn’t understand yours nor each other’s. It’s worse to try and forget, run away from that fear because it would always catch up with you, and you found that the best way is to sit and feel.
But that doesn't mean your friends weren’t any less supportive. The after effects of the war were way more harsh on you than you let on, you were stuck on autopilot - a painful loop that made your life feel worthless. Work, money, survival - the three main aspects occupying your mind at all times. You didn’t have the love and attention to give to friends or a relationship (maybe that’s why it never worked out) but soon, Ginny and Hermione had reached out to you.
It was a simple letter delivered by their family owl Nebula - a descendant of poor old Errol. You remember tears pooling in your eyes when they told you how much they missed you, they gave meaning to your life. It was no longer the painful loop, they invited you over for dinner, visited every other day after hooking up your house Floo Network, you were always a welcomed guest in their homes.
They made you realize that friendship didn’t need much energy nor hard effort, just being there for each other was enough. Love for someone came naturally, and you didn’t need to extract some of your own self-love to give to others. They were two different things.
Skimming past that, you watch Fred show you three different options of Make Your Own Fireworks kits. You smile solemnly, accept a random one and quietly follow him to the checkup counter.
“So.” he starts, wrapping the product with the paper design you picked. “How about you, anyone special?”
Drumming your fingers on the counter, you shrug. “I dated Theo Nott for a year, I knew nothing would come out of it but like you said, nice to have someone.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Nott? Really?” he frowns. “Can’t believe that tosser managed to-”
You snort, “What is that supposed to mean?”
Shrugging, Fred hands you the package. “Nothing, it’s just that -” he pauses and his eyes look at you like you should know what he’s talking about. As if the two of you have some sort of telepathic connection, Fred was always like this.
He would look at you like you understood a word you said, even though he’s been silent for the past minute or so. He always struggled to express himself, and you’re sad to see that this habit followed him into adulthood.
Nonetheless, you smile. “Just that what?”
“Nevermind,” he sighs. “That’ll be twenty five galleons.”
“Twenty what?” Your eyes widen. “You heartless man!”
Fred gapes at you, struggling to keep a straight face.
“Twenty five, to your oldest pal? Twenty and a stick of gum.”
Fred pretends to think. “How about you keep the gum and give me twenty four.”
“Twenty two.” you narrow your eyes, leaning forward on the counter. “Oh come on, it’s Christmas!”
Fred scoffs,“I am giving you the holiday discount!”
Grumbling, you reluctantly stick your hand in your purse and take out your wallet. “I won’t forget this. You’re in my book.”
Fred gasped dramatically, “Not the book!” he exclaims, “Twenty two then, please for the love of merlin not the book.”
You lift your chin, head tilting to the side to survey him mockingly. “Twenty two it is, you won’t get away so easily next time.”
The two of you giggling, you pay him the money and leave a few sickles. “For the great service.” you say, him pretend-blushing at your words and tucking a strand of his shoulder length hair behind his ear.
He speaks after some time, the laughter has died down and left it’s comforting after taste. “I missed you ____, why didn’t you visit?”
That turns the after taste into pure panic.
How can he ask that when the answer is so obvious. Fred’s still cruel it seems, he doesn’t bat an eyelash as he speaks. He knows the reason.
“Oh you know,” you start after some time, “Work and stuff.” you lie, and fight the urge to cringe at your words.
Though Fred doesn’t buy it, he doesn’t push it either. He simply nods, looking down at the checkout counter. You’re glad he’s avoiding your gaze, because it makes your departure much easier. “See you at the party Fred, thanks for the...uh. Yeah.” you awkwardly lift your bag up and give him a wave before pushing yourself outside. You can finally breathe.
——————
You look good.
Or, at least you think you do.
Blaise was arriving in exactly seven minutes and you barely just put on your dress. You’re sure of this because Blaise is always on time, he even has an unnecessarily expensive watch on his right hand that he obsessively likes to check. At least Aleyna’s into it, frantically trying to strap her heels, she’s wriggling herself towards the front door to somehow track her lover. You don’t know how love works, maybe they can smell each other from a mile away or something.
Shaking your head, you fluff your hair and wipe a hand across your under eye after wetting it with your tongue. You think Aleyna calls for you, you’re not sure because you’re too occupied trying to decide if you’re going to wear lipstick.
“Hey,” you walk out of your bathroom door and scurry towards her, “should I?”
Aleyna raises a brow. You scoff, “Stop doing that, you know I can’t raise mine individually.”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“I’m about to make it your problem too if you don’t help me.”
As reflex, you roll your eyes. You only do this because you know it reminds Aleyna of that one chick from Blaise’s workplace - she knows no boundaries, apparently. It’s a shitty move, but it’s a shitty world.
Aleyna carefully inspects the two products you hold tightly between your hands. A simple shimmery gloss and a nude, almost dark red lipstick you stole - borrowed - from her. “Depends, who are you smooching?”
Throwing her an incredulous look, you hold out the two products on your palms. “I’m not smooching anyone.”
Unless of course Fred Weasley asks, if he does you would pull out makeup wipes from thin air and jump into his arms with naked lips ready to be kissed. Though, that’s only a fantasy and Fred is emotionally unavailable...scratch that, you are.
You’re not sure how tonight is going to end, and you can’t help but be aware of that looming clump of anxiety, clutching on your chest and refusing to let go until you're assured that it’s going to be fine.
“The gloss, just in case.” Aleyna stops your train of thought before it trashes off its tracks and crashes somewhere in Fred McDreamy land.
You nod, making no further inquiries and getting yourself ready as best as you can. Fixing your bodice and giving your scar a quick look, you finally hear the doorbell ring after a few long minutes, followed by Blaise’s deep voice greeting his girlfriend. You give the couple a few seconds to smooch - if you will, before walking back to the living room.
Blaise grins when he sees you, he’s wearing a sleek black suit with its first two collar buttons undone - you expect no less class from him.
“Happy Christmas!” you chime, pulling him into a hug and squeezing him tight just enough so you can whisper in his ear. “I hope you picked out the second ring, Zabini.”
Blaise swallows thickly before laughing, you know this because you physically feel him start to sweat. “I swear I did, don’t worry I have a plan.” he winks after letting go.
“I knew you were going to say that,” he loops an arm around Aleyna’s waist and pulls her by his side. “Only the best for my girl.”
Aleyna gives you both questioning looks.
You quickly clear your throat, “Anyways, let’s go before the serenading and the rose petals start.”
The three of you finally leave, the walk down your apartment building feels way too short, and the moment you exit you’re hit with the wonderfully chilly Christmas air.
For a moment, you forget where you’re going.
Lights are hung up everywhere, across shops, tangled through trees and some floating in the air. You can’t see the night sky, Diagon Alley has one of its own, adorned with radiant moons and luminous stars just bright enough for people to navigate themselves through crowds with zero accidents. It feels breathtakingly overwhelming.
Glass ornaments are charmed to fly across, a special show prepared by Madame Mulkin, and Mr. Eyelop tuned in by letting out a few snow owls rest around random trees to add to the warm atmosphere. There’s flavour wafting around the air, you inhale again to identify it better.
Speeding your way through - it hits you, gingerbread and chocolate.
You clutch your bag towards your chest, suddenly you feel disgustingly sappy. Though, you are in public so you decide to shake off that small warmth threatening your heart and continue walking towards Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
The walk towards the shop feels too short again, you almost check your watch to see if Hermione’s playing with the time turner again.
You almost turn on your heel, dump the bundle of presents you’ve bought on their front door and leave. You can, in theory, you’ve separated from Aleyna and Blaise midway through and you can just run and never look back.
Tough luck, when you walk through the generously decorated shop and up the stairs, you’re disappointed to see their flat door wide open.
You stare at it, it feels too inviting. Frank Sinatra blares through the walls, you can smell hints of incense, trailing through your nose and tickling you, causing you to sneeze. You were always sensitive towards smells, and it never bothered you until now.
“Bless you!” George Weasley appears, rounding a corridor and greeting you with open arms into his neat dress shirt. He hugs you like you’re family, and if you weren’t holding a sack like Santa Clause with his your jolly ass hanging on by the mere piece of fabric of your dress you would have hugged back.
“Thanks, Happy Christmas George.” you smile when he takes the sack from your hands and weighs it with raised brows.
“You didn’t have to buy anything ____!” he pats your shoulder, hand trailing to your lower back to navigate you inside. “We are the gift givers, you’re our guest.”
You chuckle, walking through the long entrance corridor, “Of course I’m getting gifts you quack.”
George scoffs, “Using my words against me now are we?”
When you gaze up at the famous joke shop as a little civilian in the streets of Diagon Alley, you don’t expect to catch the sight of a flat this large. You knew it was sizable since two grown men somehow fit and live there, but you underestimated just how successful Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was.
The floors are wood, clean with even several shoes stepping around, chattering with wine glasses in their wobbly hands. A bulletin board hangs next to a quidditch rack filled with different kinds of equipment - old and new.
Too entranced by the cozy interior, you don’t bother stealing glances at the bulletin board. The kitchen and living room are connected, yet they still somehow feel like completely different rooms. The den is lit up by a brick fireplace, lightly crackling and making the atmosphere all the more comfortable. The soft fur (faux you hoped, though Mr Weasley did have a muggle hunting rifle phase which you thoroughly discouraged) carpet tickles your ankles and you have to hold onto George’s arm for support
“Bevvy?” he offers you, holding out a pint beer glass and you shake your head, admiring the apartment further.
Most couches are leather yet they still look comfortable, the kitchen is big but not obnoxiously so, you can hear the clinking of a foosball table - commotion makes sense in their apartment - the wide living space narrows through a corridor, leading to what you assume must be bedrooms.
You’re glad Fred and Eva broke up, because you decide then and there that you’re going to visit the twins everyday despite your history, just to step into this apartment again.
“____!”
Angelina’s sweet voice causes your unease to vanish in an instant and you crush her in a tight hug.
“Merry Christmas!” you smile, looping an arm around her shoulder and letting her guide you through the flat. “You changed your hair!”
Angelina nudges you with her hip, “Thank merlin you noticed, George is clueless.”
“Oh? George? You never told me - Hey Cho!”
You’re cut off by several familiar faces greeting you and telling you to make yourself comfortable. And you do, right next to Hermione and Ginny, two pregnant and fierce women that keep bickering with their husbands because of their weird cravings.
“I’m with you on this one Gin’!” you snort, eyeing Harry. You have a wine glass in one hand and the power you hold makes you feel too confident. “If the woman wants sausages marinated with toothpaste, she’s getting sausages marinated with toothpaste!”
Harry grumbles, “Will you please stop fueling this!” he protests, downing his drink and banging this on the table. “Look sweetheart, you wanted onions and mustard just a second ago so I got you ‘em, what made you change your mind?”
Ginny bangs her fist on the coffee table, in addition to Harry’s outburst. It seemed everyone was banging stuff on tables, so you do too.
“You think I know? Sod off or get me my toothpaste!” Ginny yells, banging another fist after you.
Harry kneels down next to the foot of the couch and holds his wife’s hand, gently massaging her knuckles. “We can’t get you toothpaste,” he says calmly.
“Why!” says Ginny, banging another fist.
“I think you know why,” says Harry.
“Stop damaging my property.” says George, materializing out of thin air.
You feel bad for Harry, you truly do but it only lasts for a second because this is even more entertaining than watching Aunt Muriel try to play foosball while shouting ‘Come at me you haired back marys!’
You’re enjoying yourself, the buzz, the warmth, the scent of fire. It’s comfortable and not at all like a party. It’s as if you’re visiting your friends for thanksgiving, homely and welcoming.
Though, the first crack forms when you see Fred, eyeing you from the small bar of their kitchen.
Dressed in navy slacks and a red, turtleneck sweater, he leans against the counter with a glass of Firewhiskey clutched on his big hand. He swirls it as his lips twitch, keeping his gaze set on you. His hair falls on his eyes, mostly pushed back but how strong hair gel can really be?
He looks good, way too good for a party. But it’s not the outfit, it's his entire presence. The way he holds himself, acts, speaks - shit, it’s attractive. He can do anything and he’ll always have that charismatic charm, it makes you feel envious, not to mention incredibly horny.
It’s Christmas, it’s a sacred holiday. You can’t let Fred sexy Weasley get to you, no matter how unapproachable and out of your league he looks.
You’re the bigger person - apparently - and you decide to greet him first.
You don’t know what compels you to do this, but it must be quite a strong force because you feel yourself start to quiver when you abandon your place on the couch. It’s so strong that your wobbly legs carry you while you push through tipsy friends and hold you up all the way to the kitchen area.
“Merry Christmas.” you croak, pulling him in a quick hug which he returns happily.
“Merry Christmas yourself.” he smiles, gaze drifting lower to your dress only for a second before he swallows.
His signature cologne that you’ve engraved deep in your head this past week bursts out again. You smile softly, relishing in him.
“You look,” he seems to be giving much more thought on whatever he’s about to say, he settles on; “Beautiful, you’re, uh - the dress.” he finishes lamely.
“Oh,” your face falls. The dress is beautiful, not you. Of course. “Thank you, I would say you don’t look too bad yourself but that would be a lie.”
Fred raises a brow, putting his wine glass on the bar with a clink before slowly turning on his heel. “Aw, cheers love.” he says casually, “Wore it for you,”
You raise both your brows, “Is that so?” you fight a grin.
“This little number is my lucky charm.” he smirks, pulling on his shirt. “Made women fall at my feet back in the day, maybe you will too.” he finishes, more bashfully than before. His cheeks are tinted pink and, now, for the first time, you feel clueless.
Your heart stutters when you speak, “Trying to butter me up Frederick?” you say shly, nudging the tip of his shoe with yours.
Fred winks. “And what if I am?” he suddenly straightens, arms folding together. His head bows as he continues with a smile, “I’m joking, got this a week ago for the party.”
You fight the urge to smile, “Ah, so not the chick magnet.”
“Well,” Fred laughs, “It’s still very wolfish.”
“Whatever you say, big ole pussy cat.” you pat him on the shoulder.
Fred scoffs good naturally, “Ah, you hurt my pride ____.”
When you don’t say anything, his gaze falls on you. He takes the time to look at you, really take you in and it makes your efforts feel appreciated for once. He takes a deep breath, head careening left for a moment.
“It’s not just the dress.” he rubs the back of his neck, eyes falling on your scar. “You really are beautiful.”
Your hand immediately flies to your brow, tracing a finger down the gash. It’s not as noticeable anymore and your hair grew back - thankfully - but the knowledge that it’s still there, parading itself to everyone makes you feel much more self conscious than you should.
Fred’s hand closes over yours and you freeze. “You might not think so, but not only is your scar a wicked bedtime story, it’s very attractive.”
Your ears feel hot, “You think I’m attractive?”
It’s a nice compliment - especially when it comes from a man like Fred.
“Do I think you’re,” he gasps, giving you an incredulous look. “Of course you’re - ! I mean you can’t be asking me that - are you, gah!”
A chuckle bubbles from your throat. It’s quite amusing watching Fred Weasley struggling to speak, clearly embarrassed. The knowledge that you made him this way, you were sleeping like a baby tonight that’s for sure.
“Look, ____. I actually wanted to tell you something really important.” he fidgets with his cuffs.
You furrow your brows, “Of course, what is it?”
“I used to, well I think I still do because it never truly went away but - okay, this is harder than I thought.”
You chuckle nervously. “Fred, you’re freaking me out here.”
You hear him mutter something along the likes of what’s wrong with me, until he speaks again.
“What I meant to say was, I wan-“
“Oh my god, ____, Fred!”
When you left your apartment a few days ago, your mind didn’t calculate the outcomes of meeting Fred Weasley.
The impact is so strong that it causes your past to - not flash, because this is painful - slowly start playing before your eyes, like a play you have to sit through because the seats were expensive, and the star of the show, the star of your own life is standing right in front of you.
She’s wearing a gorgeous, gold cocktail dress. The costume design is delicate, it’s the type of dress you flutter your fingers in (the fabric is ticklish and soft, you just had to touch it) before moving onto the next. The rack is full of other suitable options, because you know you can never wear a dress like that.
But Eva can. She was always gorgeous, you couldn’t compare.
Fred’s eyes are wide, the way he’s tugging on your dress makes worry wash over you. “Eva? Erm - who invited you?” His words sound more bitter than he intends them to, or at least you think so.
“Oh, is that how you treat guests around here?” she fucking giggles, playfully slapping his shoulder.
You can’t tell if she’s purposely ignoring you - you’re standing right there - or just forgot your existence after seeing Fred in those pants because sweet merciful heavens.
Fred shifts uncomfortably, “Right sorry well, Merry Christmas!” he’s back to normal, addressing her as he addresses anyone else you can’t help but smirk.
Of course, you immediately jump on this opportunity. Eva may have ruined most of your childhood, she may currently look gorgeous - mockingly so, but you’re not kids anymore. No matter how insignificant you feel, you still have your pride to protect.
“Merry Christmas,” you add, jumping forward. “How long has it been?”
Eva’s expression turns sour, though she conceals it quickly. “____! Oh I love your dress.”
She doesn’t wish you a merry christmas.
“Happy holidays Freddie! Where can a girl get a drink around here?” she squeaks? You’re not sure, her voice is too sweet and you don’t know how to act.
Fred grins, “Right there,” he points to a corner far away from the kitchen. “Lee’s in charge of drinks, I’m sure he can hook you up with something.”
Eva ponders, pausing for a beat. She’s expectantly staring at Fred, though when he shows no intention of accompanying her she gives you a menacing look and leaves.
You didn’t expect a big reunion because you saw Eva a few months ago at the hospital, you had sprained an ankle while training with Ron, and she tried to heal you before the Head Healer cut in and told her to take a walk.
Fred’s weight relaxes as soon as Eva’s out of view, it doesn’t take much to know something happened between the two - it wasn’t a harmless breakup like Fred had told you. You don’t push it though, if he wants to tell you he will.
“Well that was,” you say, and he hums in response, swirling his drink in one hand. You watch the gold hue with him for a moment. “Interesting.”
He snorts, “She drops by every Friday to give me green apples. I hate green apples.”
“How long did you guys date?” you can’t help the words that tumble out of your lips.
He stares at you for a moment, you swear his lip almost twitch in a smile before he clears his throat. “Three years, I thought I loved her for a year.”
“Well what changed your mind?”
Fred looks at you like you just asked the dumbest question a joke shop owner could hear. “You, daft idiot, you did.”
“Wha-” you stammer. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Fred groans. “I need a drink.” and with that, he leaves towards where Eva previously walked on her precious Chanel heels. Leaves you alone.
It wasn’t like you called the man's family a disgrace and cursed his entire bloodline. Confused, you decide that maybe you need a drink as well to survive this night.
Everyone you had talked to so far ended with a disagreement, except George because he probably felt bad for you and your huge red gift sack. Embarrassment fills your cheeks as you walk towards the beverage table, you shouldn’t have come tonight.
The cherry on top gets dropped on the shit sundae when Eva Burke bumps into your shoulder and causes you to spill your drink.
“Oops! Babe I’m so sorry,” She pulls a red cloth from the glass table filled with different types of intoxications and rubs it on the fabric of your dress, further ruining it.
Embarrassment turns into frustration, this turns into pure anger. You see red.
You snatch the cloth from her hands and lightly push her forward, Eva dramatically - and very theatrically - falls on the ground with a yelp.
“Oh get up!” you hiss, throwing the cloth on the ground.
Eva scrambles to her feet, holding her right ankle with dainty, perfectly manicured hands. “Oh, now we’re turning to violence are we? Some things never change.”
You let out a frustrated grumble, stumping your heel on the ground. “I really don’t have time for this Eva.”
“We’re just talking babe, I don’t understand why you’re so upset over this.”
“I’m not upset, I’m tired.” you sigh.
Suddenly with her magically healed ankle she trudges forward. “Is it the dress?” she pouts, bending down to eye the splotch on your chest. “I can pay for it, say...two sickles?”
Your eyes narrow, “How about this, you show me how your career is going and I’ll decide if you can afford a wash.”
Eva barks out a laugh, “How about this, I’ll show you a family picture album.”
Gasping, you hold back the urge to slap her. You never expected Eva to stoop this low, and you know you shouldn’t be upset over it but it hurts. It hurts how easily she can use your family against you with no remorse.
Beyond pissed, insulted and done with tonight, you pull out your wand and get ready to apparate. This time it’s not to run away, nor do you feel like a coward. You feel tired, using your palms to press into your temple and relieve your throbbing headache.
Eva grips your wand and tries to pull you forward with failed force. “Let’s get this straight, Fred’s not interested in you.”
“And you think he’s interested in you?” you laugh, “You broke up remember?
Eva flings her long hair back, “And I’m gonna get him back. No one breaks up with me.”
“So, you're still a narcissistic bitch.” you smile.
“And you’re still pathetically clinging onto whatever I touch.” She takes a step forward, and it hits you then and there that you aren’t going home sooner or later. “Wanna know why we broke up?”
You hold your breath, her perfume is too sweet and you can’t process her words.
“He caught me cheating.” she smirks. “And he still begged me to stay, after all that.”
Your nostrils flare, and you’re about ready to punch her. You’ve never seen someone so prideful, so proud to have done something so obaminable. But it doesn’t surprise you, you pity her.
“Some loser from the bank.” she mockingly wipes a nonexistent tear with her jeweled wrist. “See, that’s the difference between me and you ____. “
You almost scream bloody murder. “Oh do enlighten me.” Your voice is weirdly high pitched but you don’t seem to care.
“He begged me, not you. He’ll never want you. You’ll always end up with the leftovers ____, accept that.” she hisses, taking another step forward.
You don’t know what you’ve done to the woman standing before you with nothing but red fire in her eyes, she looks ready to pull out your hair follicle by follicle, yet it makes you smirk. With a shit eating grin on your face, it hits you. “I knew it.” you laugh.
Eva stutters, “What?”
“Why you’re actually delusional to think he’s taking you back.”
“Oh but he will.” she protests, stomping her heel.
“No, he won’t.”
When you see Eva stay quiet, you continue. ”You grew up spoiled rotten, your parents love you, hell my parents love you, you always had the most friends and always got your way.”
She smirks, you’re tempted not to continue but years of pent up anger is ready to burst through your chest. “Yeah, jealous are we?” Eve mocks, and you quiver as you speak. Stating the obvious doesn’t hurt you anymore.
“No, because you grew up thinking everyone will love you, no matter how wrong you are, or what horrible things you do, you’ll always think that people won’t stop being by your side.” you shake your head, tutting. “But you’re wrong. I guess that’s what too much love does to you - you think a simple sorry will fix what you did? Because no, it won’t.”
“Oh stop it, Fred wants me back, it’s painfully obvious.” Eva speaks, but she doesn’t sound sure at all.
“I’ll make it clear for you.” you smile. “Fred won’t take you back for cheating, you won’t get a second chance in your career, and you sure as hell won’t be getting an apology from me.”
By now, you don’t care who's listening, because they are. Oh, they’re eating this kitty fight up like free dessert Monday at Fleur’s. Your childhood friends are watching you with intense, widened eyes. And somehow, in a cruel, wicked way, you feel satisfaction. The harsh words slipping out of your lips like nectar, in comparison to the way they slap Eva across the face fills you with nothing but disgusting satisfaction.
Sure, it’s immature and yes, you could’ve worded everything much better to be even more impactful, but the way her eyes are bloodshot and vengenceful, it’s enough for you.
Eva grits her teeth, and you know she doesn’t have much to say. “I don’t need an apology from you, ____.” she speaks, and her next words cause you to freeze, because no matter what wrong doing, she’s still right. ”You’re right, I might not be forgiven, but in the end I will always be better than you. People will always favour me more and you can never change that.”
You try to lunge forward, teeth gritter. With harsh impact, you topple backwards. Strong arms are wrapped around your chest, holding you back from gouging Eva’s eyes out with the toothpick from the martini glasses.
“Nice weather we’re having,” Fred says, a deep rumble coming from his chest and against your back. You fight the urge to shiver, though you’re way too angry to be thinking of how good he smells. “Why don’t we sober up sweetheart.” he asks you, whispering.
“No!” you shriek, struggling to move forward. “This isn’t over until I break her nose!”
Eva laughs, “Oh come at me, babe! Let’s see what a traumatized neglected child can do, yeah?” her eyes flash.
A deep, growling of distress leaves you. “Oh let me go! Let’s see what a filthy adulter can do!”
“I didn’t mean to cheat you know!”
You groan, “Heaven’s above let me go Fred.”
Eva takes two steps forward before Lee grasps her arms. “But these things happen for a reason!” her shrill voice causes you to wince.
“Yeah, you!” you cry.
Eva shrieks, lunging forward in an attempt to reach you again, and at that moment Fred seems to have about enough.
“Alright, that’s it.” His stern voice causes you to flinch, muscular arms still holding you close to his chest, he yanks you backwards and starts walking towards the corridor. “That’s enough with the both of you, Lee take Eva outside, get her some fresh air.”
——————
Fred has the decency to take you to his bedroom rather than toss you outside like he had done with Eva.
If the situation was any different, you’d be over the moon right now. Alone? With Fred Weasley? In his big bedded, fireplace occupying, additional bathroom having bedroom?
Said situation did not have you sitting on a leather rocking chair, big mug of coffee in hand while Fred lectures you like a parent. Actually, you wouldn’t know.
You’ve been quiet for the past fifteen minutes, too scared to say anything and anger him further. You knew how much this party meant to him, and you had ruined it with your childish, pent up jealousy. It wasn’t just you per say, but you had let Eva get to you.
“Can’t the two of you act your age for one fucking second,” he groans, hand propped against the brick fireplace. “I know how infuriating she is, but you-” inhaling sharply, he strides towards you. “Say something will you?”
“Why didn’t you tell me she cheated?”
Fred’s expression softens. “What?”
You gulp, you shouldn’t have brought it up when he was agitated, but you can’t listen to him while the words echo around your head. You feel awful, insensitive, anything else to call yourself that makes you feel better towards your lack of judgement. “She cheated, you didn’t tell me. Why?”
Fred pauses, after what feels like a seconds he bends down on his knees in front of you while you watch him, engrossed.
“Been waiting for you to bring it up.” he chuckles, his smile disappearing in an instant. His ginger locks hang in front of you and you realize that his shampoo, like the rest of him, smells amazing. You fight the intense urge to card your fingers through.
“Merlin, I just,” he meets your eyes. “I felt ashamed.”
Suddenly standing up, your hands flail. “Why?”
Fred stands up as well. His stance alarms you, arms wrapped around himself, brows furrowed and defensive. “Not ashamed because of you, because of myself.”
You take a step forward when Fred indicates that he’s going to continue. “I thought you were going to judge me. Bloody coward, can’t even break up with his cheating girlfriend.”
You scoff, “Fred, I’ve known you since I was eleven. Sure we had some tough times but do you really think that low of me?”
Now he scoffs, it’s nothing short of mockery. “Tough times my arse. You avoided us like the plague, ____.”
“I had my reasons,” you raise your voice, wincing slightly and it only fuels Fred’s anger.
“Proper liar you are, you didn’t even write, or even just explain why you suddenly walked out.”
You don’t feel ashamed for what you did, it was for your own good. Though, Fred’s right. You never gave a proper reason other than those childish insults at Hog’s Head. But now, with your head banging, you can’t think logically.
“Again.” you grit your teeth, words spilling between like venom. “I had my reasons.”
Fred quickly stalks towards you, enough so you can reach a hand, grab his jaw and smash your lips against his. But you don’t. “Excuse me for not giving a rat's arse about your reasons, do you know how worried I was!”
His words pull a small gasp from your lips, you refuse to believe him. “If you were so worried, you could’ve spoken to me all those years. How about that summer huh? I stayed over.”
“But I did speak to you!” Fred shouts, and your fists clench. “You were a bitch to me, remember?”
Your groan is filled with contempt. “You take that back!” your fist lifts to smack him on the chest, and you curse his overwhelmingly hard and attractive biceps. Shit, you really shouldn’t be feeling like this during a fight.
“You wanna know why I did all that?” you cry out, tears ready to strain your cheeks but you won’t forgive yourself if you cried in front of him.
“Oh do tell?” he seethes, grasping your fist in a quick motion and holding it beside him before you can smack his chest again. “Merlin woman keep your-”
“Because I was in love with you, you dickwad!”
Fred freezes - second time that night.
Your heartbeat pounds against your chest, you feel vulnerable. Oh so vulnerable and stupid, you shouldn’t have said it.
Fuck fuck fuck.
You should have just kept your stupid mouth shut, dragged your stupid ass back home and took a stupid shower.
But it was too late.
Fred takes a slow step back, continued by several until he’s on the other side of the room with his arms propped against a wall, head hanging low. He’s breathing heavily, you’re finally crying.
“So you aren’t going to say anything?” you yell, stomping your heel on the ground. “Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you and Eva all those years, you wouldn’t even look at me.” you choke on your sobs, remembering everything. The painful memories, the emotions hit you like the Ford Angelia with Ron behind the wheels.
“The Yule Ball, I saw you two together. It hurt so much and I cou- umpfh”
You almost swallow your tongue.
Soft lips, those are the only words writing out in your mind. Fireworks erupting around the letters and causing shivers to run around your entire being. Taken aback, you can’t move until your mind processes that Fred Weasley is kissing you.
Fred groans, opening your mouth with his and grazing his tongue against your bottom lip. It’s so gentle that you doubt you feel it, until his hand grips the back of your head and presses you against him harder. Now you can taste the wet, warm feel of his tongue against yours, the certain flicks of the tip gracing your own.
He pulls back only slightly, panting against your lips and causing your breaths to intermingle intimately. “The Yule Ball,” he starts, going back in for another, hurried kiss.
“She told me, you - closer.” He yanks you in by your waist with his other hand, palm gripping your ass and kneading it with vigour.
“Told me she saw you with someone else,” he pulls you closer when your hands wrap around his shoulders. “It broke me ____.”
“Fred,” you sigh, gripping on his sweater tighter.
“That’s Freddie for you, love.”
Heat curls in your lower belly. His lips are on yours again, begging you for something you didn’t quite know yet. “Freddie,” you chant.
“That’s right.” he chuckles lowly, his rumbling voice against your chest.
You merely shiver, latch onto the tufts on his neck and anchor him lower to your lips until your lungs are overwhelmed with nothing but slow, languid kisses. Fred kissed really good - oh who were you kidding, he was the best kiss you’ve ever had. It’s addictively so, and you chase his lips when he pulls away.
“I,” he breaths, whispering. “I was so devastated by what Eva told me,” he hugs you tighter. “I loved - still love you so much, I didn’t know how to cope.”
“You love me?” Now, there’s more tears. You aren’t sure if they’re of pure joy, frustration or the ache between your legs. “For how long?”
“Since third year,” he murmurs against your cheek, breathing in your scent and shakily exhaling. “I still wear the bracelet, never took it off.”
“I saw,” you nuzzle your head in his chest, your heart feels like it’s about to burst. “It made me so happy, I thought you would have lost it by now or something.”
“Oh Flower, there you are hurting my pride again.”
The nickname knocks all the breath out of your lungs. You only hug him tighter, not daring to mention that throughout these years you flinched whenever someone said flower, or how you simply refused to visit any flower shop. Yes, it did cause problems during holidays and of course, funerals but at least your Disney gift cards contained sentiment.
“I wasn’t with anyone during the Yule Ball.” you mutter.
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you come back?”
Fred shivers. “I didn’t know back then, Merlin if I had…”
“You’re an idiot.” you chuckle, hurriedly wiping away the drying tears from your cheeks.
“That’s right,” Fred rasps, pulling your face towards his. “I’m a stupid, stupid prat.”
That was, if the loud countdown roaring outside Fred’s bedroom door didn’t ruin the most pleasurable lips you were going to taste - yet again.
Your eyes widen, Fred whines and pulls you back into his arms but you’re already rushing to the closed door. “We’re missing the count down!”
“Oh come one,” Fred steps behind you, hand over yours to grip the knob. You struggle under his hold and try to turn it. “I’ll make you count, hop on the bed, love.”
You have to gulp down nothing but air to keep yourself at bay. God, yes, you would have shouted, stripped naked and let him have his way with you.
But you can’t, not with your friends right outside the door, slightly tipsy and merrily counting down from ten. Speaking of, they’re nearing seven - you have exactly seven seconds to push Fred off and throw yourself outside.
Six seconds until you turn the knob and ignore Fred’s protests, five until Harry and Ginny throw their arms around your shoulders, four until George decides not the comment on you and Fred’s flushed appearance, three until Fred does, two until you’re suddenly pulled forward - one, Fred’s kissing you in front of his friends and family.
Fuck.
It was that one, long second that Ron lets the confetti burst in utter silence while everyone stares at you. It’s a quick yet passionate peck - enough for couples to abandon their new year's kiss and focus solely on yours.
“Finally!” George yells.
Ginny cheers after his brother, “Took you ten bloody years!”
Last of the Weasleys, Ron, gapes. “When did that become a thing?” he mutters, completely oblivious but still happy nonetheless.
If Hermione and Ginny hadn’t swept you away, you would have spent your night glued to Fred’s side, demanding to show him off after all those years of pining.
Your two friends keep asking questions - not overly detailed considering Fred’s Ginny’s older brother. Your lips hurt from smiling by the end of your overly exaggerated story,
The end of the night brings tranquility over the apartment, after presents are ripped open and everyone says their goodbyes, you’re left alone the twins, helping them clean the flat with quick flicks of your wand.
Your watch reads one thirty, you need to leave soon. Aleyna and Blaise hadn’t shown, which only means the proposal was a success. You want to go home and congratulate them, but also spend some time with Fred.
Fred himself is busy wiping pint glasses and lining them neatly in empty cupboards. The both of you keep stealing glances at each other, and it would have been more romantic if George would stop scoffing whenever Fred bashfully smiled in your direction.
“____.”
You hum in acknowledgment, watching Fred’s back shuffle as he washes the dishes.
“Thanks for giving a hand, you didn’t have to.” George smiles kindly, hands tucked in his pockets.
You smile back, “Oh it’s alright.”
“I just wanted to apologize.” he looks down, it isn’t the dorky shyness George casually sports at times, he looks sorrowful.
“For what?” you ask, lips lowering into a frown to match his.
“For being a git all those years back. I was young and a shit head. I’m sorry.” he sighs, leaning his shoulder on the wall.
You chuckle, just the familiar voice of George resurfaces pleasant memories you wished you never forgot. “It’s alright, I’m over it.”
“Really?” he raises a brow. “Because I wouldn’t forgive myself personally. Go on, give me a smack or something.”
“I’m not smacking you George.” you say, you make sure your tone sounds playful to put his mind at ease. “We all had our issues, I probably should have talked to you guys instead of just storming off. Partly my fault.”
George smiles, “It wasn’t your fault, but I’m glad you can forgive me.” He squeezes your shoulder in a way to reassure you, while it feels like he needs it more. You nod fondly.
“And about Eva, we didn’t really like her, y’know. She told us that you needed space, and that we should leave you alone. Just now realizing how rubbish it sounds.”
“Took you long enough.”
He chuckles again, much more genuine like you prefer and pushes himself off the wall. “I better get some sleep,” he glances at Fred, “leave you two alone. And ____, please don’t distance yourself.”
“I won’t.”
Your lie slips so easily.
It’s the welcoming silence that accepts your doubts with open arms - everything was happening overwhelmingly quick, or was it just your fear of being left alone again?
You smile at George when he retires to his room, it’s more of a constipated grimace but George seems to have bought it.
You take this time to finally think, let your protective walls analyse what the fuck happaned in the last five hours because it was too good to be true. Fred couldn’t simply love you that easily, after everything he did. It didn’t explain why he started dating Eva without consulting you first, or how he was with her that night after the Yule Ball. If he loved you this much, why would he bury himself between her legs, abandon you in the hollow halls of Hogwarts? Why would he believe her so easily?
“____.”
Even his voice sounds distant. You can’t tell if it’s him speaking or your past.
“____, darling.”
Nope, that’s definitely Fred. His frustratingly sexy cologne is mocking you like every other amazing aspect this man has.
“Huh?” you snap out of your thoughts. “Oh, yes hello.”
Fred tilts his head to the side, expression softening the moment you speak. “You okay? Something on your mind?”
You tentatively shake your head. Fred sighs and reaches out to stroke your head - you close your eyes but the feeling of his calloused hands never show.
Eyes fluttering open, you realize your fears are coming true. He’s going to tell you that he changed his mind, that he doesn't love you and this is all a big mistake.
“Sorry,” he breathes, cheeks alight. You hold in your breath, ready to face the truth.
Fred’s silent; he’s doing that thing again. The thing where he somehow magically thinks he can communicate with you without saying anything.
“Fred,” you sigh, and his face drops. “Why did you date Eva if you loved me so much?”
There, you asked it. Because if you hadn’t, it would haunt you for the rest of your days, crawl around your heart like an infectious disease. You have enough of those, you don’t want another.
Fred breathing sputters, he looks at you like you know the answer. “Because…it was the closest thing to you I could have. I know it sounds awful-“
“Yes it does, and stupid!”
“I know!” he exclaims. “I didn’t know how to cope, she gave me the affection I longed to get from you.”
Your eyes start to swell, the sentence should make you remotely happy but it doesn’t. “Why did you stay with her for so long?”
“Look.” Fred cups your face, breathing heavily. “Yes, at first it was because I was petty. I thought you were with someone else that bloody night, I was heartbroken and needed a distraction. She was the closest thing.”
“That doesn’t explain the rest-“
“Let me finish!” He sounds earnest, adamant on wiping all your doubts and replacing them with nothing but his love. If only it was that easy.
“I can’t do this tonight Fred-“
“Please just call me Freddie.” he whimpers, kissing your cheek harshly. He stands there, face close to yours like if he let go you would leave.
I“I’m tired, I have a headache and my feet hurt.” you’re crying, again. Nothing out of the ordinary considering you’ve been doing it damn well for the last eight years.
“Stay over the night, it’s late. I’ll make you some chamomile, you always loved chamomile. Please.” Fred begs, lips against your cheek and you can feel the wetness of his own tears. His forehead presses against your temple. “Don’t leave me again.”
Your heart aches, it’s the most painful kind of hurt you’ve been dreading to feel again after all these years. This was worse than the neglect of your parents, the pain that night in the Burrow caused, watching Fred introduce Eva to his mother. This was why you’ve been avoiding him.
Because this time you know what to do, you know what’s for the best and it takes all of the protection you’ve built for yourself to push Fred off. Now, there’s none. Now, you’re standing before him, vulnerable and all your emotions on display.
“Goodnight Fred, merry christmas.”
This time, the door you walk out of feels much smaller and suffocating.
————
It’s ironic how the weather matches your mood for six days.
Saturday; clear skies with a blizzard hidden beneath the clouds. Aleyna’s engagement celebration. Show up with puffy eyes enough to make you blind, sit through nice dinner without crying, eventually start crying when she shows you the ring, act like you’re crying because you’re happy, get snot all over Aleyna’s ring, walk home while the storm finally presents itself and tells you that you’re a miserable piece of shit.
Sunday; small flurry. Spend your day weeping quietly and eating leftover takeout while browsing through your tv cable. Eventually watch a romantic movie, weep more.
Monday; cloudy, soft breeze. Cry more, hug your slightly overweight cat and get dragged outside by Aleyna because she figures out that you didn’t sob in front of an entire restaurant because your best friend was getting married. Sit at her bar, drink beer and stuff your face with cornish pasties while you tell her what happened, until you eventually pass out.
Tuesday; cloudy and dark. Spend your day thinking if you’ll ever be loved again. Regretful, pained, hungover and miserably under caffeinated.
Wednesday; crazy fucking blizzard that catches you so off guard you forget you ruined you chances with Fred Weasley for a moment. Aleyna tells you how stupid you are, you realize how stupid you are, then find out Aleyna is more of a snake than she lets on because she lets you eat a whole pack of doughnuts and that amazing Shepherd’s Pie her mom makes.
Thursday; clear skies. Not a cloud in sight. Your head is unusually clear, maybe too clear because you forget to feed Jambo and take out the trash. You think about running back to the joke shop, tell Fred you love him and that you don’t give a shit about the past anymore. But you don’t.
And now it’s Friday. You’re sitting on your bed, Aleyna in your closet, flinging clothes at you for you to try on because she insists you go out. It’s been a week since you walked out on Fred, again, and perhaps made the biggest mistake of your life.
“Stop wasting away your pathetic life here and do it outside!” she yells, voice getting closer when she comes into view.
“Aleyna, I’m really not in the mood.” you dismiss, laying back on your bed. “I just, should I go to him?”
Aleyna groans, pained. “Merlin forbid, this is the millionth time you ask me. I tell you yes, you don’t do it.”
“What if he says it’s too late, and it is! I don’t deserve-“
“Shut up. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. What matters is that you need to at least try.”
You need to at least try. Aleyna’s voice echoes around your head after she leaves and you're back to your routine. Get up, brush your hair because the tangles bother you more than you let on, (and sometimes your teeth, if you feel like it.) then stay in your pyjamas all day while lazing around your apartment. You’ve started making coffee for yourself again, which is a small step but still encouraging. Plopping down on your couch, you sigh. Jambo follows, leaving fur floating around the air in his wake.
Love To Love You Baby by Donna Summers plays softly in the background, your magic radio is mocking you yet again on how single and sad you are. Especially after how long it has been since you’ve had sex. It’s painful, but you can’t help but think of Fred whenever you try to at least relieve some stress. Of course, this ends with you curled in a corner and crying, it’s frustrating how much he turns you on, and now knowing you can never have him-
Jambo’s loud meow reminds you that you haven’t brushed him today and you slowly get up, striding to the kitchen. You try to relax your mind but your chest feels even tighter with your effort. Your house is an organized mess, you didn’t bother cleaning up throughout the stages of your grief.
You should talk to him. You should go outside, get fresh air, make out a game plan and at least talk to him. Fred’s kind, the funniest, most lovingly stubborn man you’ve ever met. He doesn’t deserve what you’re putting him through. You don’t want to leave things so bittersweet again, you want to keep seeing George, even Fred if time allows.
The pain of your past doesn’t allow you to follow your desires. You hate yourself for it and it’s only a matter of time before you break and go back to your old, quiet self. It’s as if the past got your wrists on lock, holding you back whenever you try to sprint free and love again. You thought Fred would have unlocked the chains and swept you away, but that was before you decided that he shouldn’t.
Gripping the fur comb on your left hand, Jambo watches you walk over to him with big eyes. He looks triumphant, lying on his chubby stomach and readying himself for the brush of his three year life.
Knock Knock
Perhaps this is why Jambo hates Aleyna. You chuckle. “Sorry Bo, give me a minute. She probably forgot her coat again.”
You put down the comb and rush over to the door. Not bothering to check through the peephole, you fling the door open while laughing. “Forgot your condoms or some-“
By the look Fred gives you, you’d think he hits it raw.
“Fred.” you whisper, frozen with your hand gripped on the handle.
He looks haggard, eye bags under his eyes with slightly damp hair sticking out obscenely from the sides. It looks longer, or perhaps it's the way he quickly runs a hand through it and smooths it back. You probably look no different, yet Fred still looks unfairly handsome, eyes dripping with honey and curved bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
Your heart hammers in your chest as you take in his appearance. He’s wearing a simple black pullover with a pea coat messily tucking in the material of his hoodie. You can see the after effects of the snow outside visible on his grey sweatpants, you can’t tell if he came to your house straight after working out for…however long he works out to have thighs like that.
“Can I-“ he gives you a look over and you blush. There’s a hundred different things you want to say, and you merely stay quiet and look at him with hopeful eyes. Coward. “Can I come in?”
You step aside wordlessly. He takes one, big step and he’s inside. Cursing his giant legs, you close the door behind him.
“Wow,” he clears his throat, looking around your apartment. “Nice place.”
“Thank you.”
Fred’s hand twitches when he hears your voice, as if he hadn’t heard it since he was a child. As if he was hearing it for the first time.
As soon as he steps in, his cologne engulfs the air around him - as if he’s marking himself in your house and leaving his delicious after taste. You would tell him he smells amazing but the air between you is too tense to say anything but;
“Fred I-“
“I wanted to-“
Fred breaks out into a smile, and you follow. It looks like a grimace, a hopeful one though. “I wanted to apologize.”
Your heart swells. You know it shouldn’t, because you don’t deserve an apology but the fact that he thought of you makes you feel like you have another chance. Of course you do, the poor man walked over to your house in the middle of a snowstorm. There’s got to be something there, right?
“Fred,-“
“No, let me finish this time.”
You stay silent.
“Been trying to think of the right ruddy words to say this past week but fuck that.” he growls, shrugging off his coat when you offer. “I’m not waiting any bloody longer.”
“I admit that at some point,” he starts, taking a deep breath. “I had feelings for Eva. That’s why I didn’t break up with her. It was well after three months of us dating and I thought I moved on.” you usher him to sit down, quickly following behind. Your legs feel wobbly as he continues.
“That’s why I didn’t break up with her, and I won’t deny that what I had with her was nice, but it wasn’t you. No one ever compared to you ____. I was fine until you decided to stop being our friend.”
“I didn’t decide that, It was something I had to do.” you defend fiercely, sitting next to him on the bar stool of your kitchen island. Damn rich apartments.
“I know that now, but at that time I thought you hated me. I clung onto Eva because I thought - seeing as she was your childhood friend - we’d be friends again.”
You scoff. “Look how that turned out.”
Fred raises a brow.
“Sorry, continue.”
“I started getting over it until that summer happened. It killed me to see you again, that’s when I realized I could never stop loving you. I blamed myself for everything, for fucking up all my chances even though I-“
You put a hand on his shoulder, “Freddie, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Fred pauses, squeezes your hand and gives you a wide, hopeful smile that punches you right in the heart. His head dips down to rest on your shoulder and he sighs. “You called me Freddie.”
“I did.” you smile.
“I wanted to talk to you, but you kept avoiding me. With the war and everything I just couldn’t, especially after that near death thing.”
“Near what?” You gasp.
Fred chuckles, as if it was no big deal. It makes your chest ache. “I got trapped under a wall, Georgie saved me. Owe him my bloody life. Took me sometime to get over it though, those were the times I needed someone the most.” he takes a deep breath before continuing.
“It was around those times that I found out Eva cheated on me. She was acting dodgy the past few months, and I feel awful for feeling relieved when we broke up.”
“But, that’s not your fault.” you sigh, hand caressing his back gently. He relaxes at your touch and a smile tugs at your lip at this. “You don’t owe Eva a damn thing. It’s okay to feel like that, because I do.”
Fred laughs, a small melodic sound that brings you pride that you pulled it out of him. “Oh, is that how it works now?”
“Yep, I said so.” you give him a toothy grin, and he chuckles, further causing your ruin.
But you can’t let things get too comfortable, not before you’re completely honest with him. Here he is, vulnerable and open, telling you his entire life story and you sure as hell are going to do the same - minus some embarrassing parts.
“Do you,” you clear your throat, awkwardly shuffling on your stool. The seat is uncomfortable and it makes everything all the more frustrating. “Do you want to know what I was thinking before you showed up?”
Fred pauses, gaze lingering over your face attentively. Breath catching, you let him look at you. Directly, fully look at you. He flushes, quickly hidden away by his hand when he nods his head slowly and leans on his palm.
“I was thinking of you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I was thinking if I should just go to you myself.”
Fred takes a quick breath. Shuddering because of the cold, surely, his tone is soft and barely above a whisper. “Why didn’t you?”
“I was scared you’d reject me. I was going to apologize to you, get on my knees and beg for forgiveness until you gave me a second chance.”
“Oh.”
You let him grasp your chin and turn your face towards his, he lovingly strokes your cheek, long finger somehow reaching easily. “I’m sorry Freddie, I love you.”
“I’ve waited to hear those words for so long.” his chest heaves when he responds.
“Well, how much of a let down is it?” you smile, nuzzling your hand in his palm.
He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your cheek. “Let down?” he tells you, as if he heard the most obscene thing. “It’s so much better than I could have imagined, and I’m sorry too. I hate myself for letting you go through so much pain on your own. If I wasn’t such a clueless git I could’ve done this much earlier.”
“Do what?”
Fred kisses you. It’s not urgent, nor wanton, it’s soft and tender that still leaves you breathless. He leans his forehead against yours, and you ruin the kiss by smiling but he couldn’t care less. Opening your mouth, you let him flick your tongues together until it’s a sloppy, needy mess.
He groans, and that’s when you know the kiss progressed much too far to stop now. The needy ache between your legs pushes you to hover yourself over him, and his strong arms grasp you by the waist. His lips aren’t a perfect fit, it makes the kiss all the more pleasurable and it’s until he’s slowly walking towards your bedroom with your legs tucked around his hips that you break away.
“Fred,” you sigh when he sets you down against a wall. “I want you.”
He frowns, “It’s Freddie, how many times-“ he gathers your knee in one hand and pushes his crotch against your center with a grunt. “Do I have to tell you?”
You barely respond, clawing at his back. The curve of his thick cock gradually growing, his thighs encasing around your legs feels too damn good and you don’t know how long until you’re fully at his mercy. Fred roughly rolls his hips, a deep grumble leaving him and the stimulation is enough to make you whine. “Again,” you rock your pervis.
“Oh yeah?” he smirks, humping you harder. “You like this? How much? Let me feel.”
You rut against him desperately, trying to get off on the friction Fred barely decides to provide.
True to his word, Fred kisses you again with a groan, this time sparing you no tenderness and sucking on your bottom lip until it throbs. His hips continue to rut all the while his free hand slithers down your clavicle, down the sides of your waist - he makes sure to spread his palm wide to feel you everywhere - until he teasingly snaps the band of your pyjama bottoms. You yelp, relishing in his moans.
“If you like it so much- well shit.” his eyes flutter shut the moment he feels your slick from your underwear. “My love, you’re so wet that I bet I can taste you through your panties.”
If you weren’t wearing your yellow duck polka dot panties this would have been more sexier, and it takes Fred talking about eating you out to realize - oh my god, you’re wearing your duck panties.
“Fred, don-“
Fred has already pushed your bottoms down, revealing the abomination and further causing your face to feel hotter.
“Oh?” he smirks. “Sexy lingerie, all for me?”
You groan, hiding your face in his shoulder while he laughs at you. You feel his chest bob, and you can’t help but giggle alongside him.
“Now, strip.” he commands, and all the humor in the situation vanishes in an instant.
He lets go of your knee and you easily slip out of your bottoms, then slowly said polka dot panties. He grips your thighs, hoisting you up on his hips again and before you know it, he’s stumbling into your room.
His hand is cupping the back of your head, somehow gone there the moments he walked. You wouldn’t know, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else when the heat of his cock between your thighs feels like that.
Fred deposits you on the messily scattered forest you call your bed, and the smell of linen mixed with his cologne is enough for you to grind your hips on nothing.
Fred tuts, pushing a palm flat on your hip. He trails his hand between your legs and palms your pussy, bare. “Babe, you’re dripping. Since how long?”
You whine, “Since the moment you walked through - ah, my door.”
Fred’s eyes glaze over with nothing but dangerous greed. Dipping his knee on the mattress, he manhandles you into submission. “You think you can just get away with saying shit like that?” he groans, eyes fixating on wherever it lands on your body. It’s like he’s trying to take it all in, overwhelmed yet still wanton.
He shuffles to sit against your headboard and pats his large thigh, you waste no time crawling towards him. He quickly grabs your waist before you can approach him. Pulling you against him with your knees propped between his thighs, he’s face to face with your pussy and drooling.
“Such a sweet, pretty cunt.” he breathes, gently kissing your clit. You cry out, knees buckling but Fred’s large palms are flat on your ass and adamant on keeping you up and against his lips. Your center throbs, this is all you have ever wanted - the both of you have ever wanted and Fred has the audacity to tease.
“I know, I know.” He gently sushes. “I need to,” his head leans on your abdomen, desperate. “Need to get you ready for my cock.”
You barely nod, Fred seems to be in battle with himself. You don’t know which side wins, until he starts to suckle your clit with continuous, obscene kissing noises. You grip his shoulder, body bending in half. It feels so good, too good that you can’t hold straight. “Please - Fred,”
Gasping, your pelvis rocks forward. He keeps you still with his muscles digging in your hips, ass, back - everywhere he’s desperately roaming and memorizing.
His tongue finally darts forward - you knew that goddam tongue would be what did it - you nearly collapse, melting forward. It’s wet and warm and god - almost what you imagine his dick might feel like if it ever prods at your entrance.
He’s licking with bold, textured strokes. Your thighs are quivering, it’s the sudden brush of pleasure that meets your cunt every other second that causes this.
“Shit,” Fred pulls back, one hand holding your thighs wider. His thumb circles around your entrance and you cry out in pleasure. “My balls feel so fucking tight ____. If I keep this up, I might just come before I can put my dick in you.”
“Then - ahh Freddie!”
“Don’t get mouthy with me.” he smirks, sliding a finger inside. “I knew what you were gonna say before you opened that sweet mouth of yours.”
He fucks you like this, wet squelching noise mixing with your pants and moans. Working you open, Fred curls a finger inside and your thighs finally give out. “Merlin, you’re gonna get it,” he gives you a sweet kiss on the stomach. “I’m just as desperate to fuck you. Look,”
You do look, very gladly at that. He adds a second finger the moment your eyes fall on the wet patch of his bottoms. He’s rutting against nothing, all the while scissoring his fingers inside you - and from the look he gives you, you know he’s imagining what it's like to be inside you.
“Fred!” you gasp, rocking faster until your legs start to jerk and twitch. You don’t want to come yet, want to savor the way Fred’s fucking you with nothing but two fingers and it’s better than any sex you’ve had.
Your arousal pools between his fingers, dripping down his bracelet adorned wrist, all the way down to his veiny forearms. It’s a sight for sore eyes, Fred watches in a trance, gaze half lidded. You can see his cock twitch in his pants and he moans, “Fucking hell babe, look at the mess you’ve made.”
His thumb presses against your center with his two other fingers working, and he roughly drags it over to your clit to press. He’s licking again, slurping noises mixing with the pats of his tongue quickly dragging across your pussy.
That does it. Whining, and with quick breaths you hurtle towards such an intense orgasm that you swear you see Santa himself and his jingle fucking bells. It’s sudden and weakening, you barely register. Fred’s there all the while, desperately licking every drop of his hard work until there’s nothing. He groans and moans, like he’s having his thanksgiving now.
He’s not like a starved man, or any other cliche line you can think of. No, it’s like he has made a deal with the devil and is captured by the dark vitality of greed. He can’t stop, and merlin, do you not want him to.
“That was,” you breathe, taking a seat on his thigh when he allows.“That was the best orgasm I’ve had.”
“And that was the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen.” Fred smiles, it slowly turns into a smirk. The cocky bastard is way too proud of himself. He should be though, it’s been a while since you’ve had sex - if it always felt like this you would have never stopped.
But you know it never feels this good. No, it’s because of Fred. It’s him, and how much you love him, and how attractive he is - how skilled, amazing, passionate of a man he is. He’s perfect and way out of your league but you don’t care because he’s finally yours.
Said man is breaking out in a sappy grin, kissing your lips sweetly to whisper against them. “Get used to it.” He kisses you again. “I’m going to make you come again, and again, and again until you can’t walk.” he’s lowering you down onto your back, hands caressing your thighs.
“Really?”
“Especially now that I know how sweet and tight you are,“ Fred runs a finger through your pussy and you whimper. “How amazing you smell,” he dips down to lazily suck a hickey on your collarbone. “How soft your skin is,” his hands are lifting your waist up to unhook your bra. “How much I’m in love with you.”
Your gaze softens, and you let him undress you, bra after shirt until you’re left bare beneath. He shivers, his eyes are darting everywhere, to the curve of your hips, up your stomach - and finally, the slope of your breasts. He sucks in a breath. “You,” he rasps. “You had this bikini, that summer.”
“Wha- which one?”
“The white one.”
Your eyes widen. “Oh.”
“We all loved that bikini, especially the days when the lake was particularly cold. Your nipples would be crystal fucking clear.”
You should feel embarrassed, fuck you really should but you knew what you were doing when you bought that bikini. That doesn’t stop you from acting clueless though, “Fred you big oa - oh!”
Fred dips to suck on your nipples, mouth wide open and hungry. “From that day onward, I fucking knew your tits were amazing.” he groans, gazing at them for a moment. “ Shit, was I right.”
You feel his clothed cock rub against you as he speaks - and it finally becomes a problem.
“A-ah, Fred. Clothes,” you barely gesture, though Fred understands you quickly. Sitting back on his heels, he swiftly removes his hoodie overhead.
Of course he isn’t wearing anything underneath.
Of course he has abs.
You curse under your breath - Fred’s chest is well defined, as you expected it to be. Well toned pecs, pert nipples hard and on display, golden skin stretching over his abdomen and six pairs of muscles you’d like to mark. He’s lean yet buff, corded well with muscle and now you know where those enthusiastic years of Quidditch have gone into
You reach for his arm, Fred quickly obliges and lets you guide his palm flat on your body. You breathe heavily - you love how you're he’s feeling you up like this. His hand lands on your breast, and he gives it a rough squeeze before rolling off the bed to get out of his bottoms.
“Are you trying to kill me, doing that? Huh?” he rasps, stumbling slightly. He swings his socks somewhere and gets back on the bed. “Is that what you want?”
When you don’t respond, he chuckles. Slowly, he pushes down his boxer briefs. It’s teasing, this motion. But then again, everything about Fred Weasley is.
His cock slaps against his abdomen - that’s how big it is. You feel yourself salivate, pupils expanding at the thought of such a thick, attractive cock inside you. You almost jump forward and sit on it but when you see the angry red color of his cock, the twitching of his head and the pre-cum that drips, it becomes clear how much he has been holding back.
Fred grips his cock and the head gushes slightly, you feel your cunt flutter. “Come here.”
You let him grip your body and settle you on his lap, entrance inches away from the head of his cock. You’re making eye contact, it’s almost intimidating how intense his gaze is. On your heat, breasts and fucked out face. “Merlin, I’ve been dreaming about this for fucking years. Let me,” he breathes. “I should just take a picture and stare at it all day.”
“Why take a picture when you have the real thing.” you smirk slightly.
Fred groans, “Ohh, you’re such a good girl.”
You smile, “Freddie, please get a condom. Flattery won’t get you that far.”
“Damn it.” he smiles jokingly, reaching for your night stand.
“Wait, shit.” you get off his lap and down your bed, legs wobbling a bit as you stride towards your dresser with hurried steps. Fred whines when you leave but you pay him no mind. “Been a while, here.”
Grabbing the pack, you stumble back on the bed and sit on your knees.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Fred nods his head. “Put it on, baby.”
You rip the packet open and slowly roll it on him, his cock is already wet and glistening enough for it to be quick. Your center pulses with want as you do this.
Fred pushes you down and crawls on top, centering his cock with your entrance. “No more,” he grunts. “Gotta have you now.”
Gasping, you feel him rub against you. He continues to tease, until the tip of his cock finally pushes past.
You cry out and glance down at where his cock bulges, it’s a type of pain you’d love to feel everyday. “A-ah Fred!”
“I know baby,” he whines, pushing further in with a quick thrust. He strokes slowly to work you open. You cry out, arousal gushing out.
“Such a sweet pussy, taking all my cock so well.” he kisses your jaw, feathering his lips around your throat and lazily sucking. “Feel so good.”
It’s true, it feels so fucking good that you can’t hold in your moans anymore. Not that you were trying to, but the desire to chant his name becomes reality when he rolls his hips against your center. He’s so close to bottoming out and the woozy cloud floating in your head grows. “Oh my god, don’t want you to stop.”
The stretch feels so good that you can’t help but clench around him, pain jerking your hips up.
Fred's balls deep in, his chest heaves and his eyes squeeze shut for a moment. He pauses, letting the two of you adjust to the euphoric feeling of his cock inside. ”Why the fuck would I wan’t to stop?” Your insides are throbbing, and you find yourself arching your back every time he gives you a sweet kiss on your chest. “Why would I ever stop. Shit, baby, I love you.”
“I love you too - oh!”
Fred withdraws, then slams into you with such vigour that you scream. Another shameful flow of your juices gush out as pleasure rips through you. He continues this, another harsh thrust into your cunt that makes you arch in pleasure. “Freddie!”
“Just like that.” he grunts, rolling his hips. “Love when you call me that.”
His hand hooks your leg around his waist, and he speeds up his motion, soothing the needy ache you feel.
lt’s dizzying, how good he can make you feel. Like you’re the center of the universe and all that matters is Fred fucking you open with sweet, yet untetheredly rough thrusts. It’s scary how lost you can get in him, and it becomes haunted when he captures your lips in a kiss and lifts your leg up on his shoulder.
“You’re so tight, oh fucking hell. Look at you, my goodness you’re absolutely perfect.” he murmurs against your lips, muting your moans.
“Fred! Oh god - ah!”
Your cries egg him on, he’s ruthless with the way his fingers dig in your ass to slam into you faster. The angle, his thick cock, how he’s biting down on your lower lip, you can barely take in. You feel helplessly at his mercy, and soon he’s fucking you too hard to keep kissing. “Easy, baby,” he coos when you squirm underneath him. “I’ve got you - my sweet little flower. Feel good?”
The question itself is clearly hysterical, your pleasure is etched on to your face and your thighs quiver underneath him. His mouth hangs open, eyes droopy, yet he still wears that infuriatingly attractive smirk. “Yes! Feel so good - ah you cocky bastar - umpfh!”
He drapes your other leg over his shoulder, your breasts bounce as his thrust turns more languid. Your back arches, mouth hanging open. “Oh my god - Fred!”
It feels so fucking good like this, so deep and good and - fuck, everything else other than him becomes a distant memory.
“Ahh - shit baby. Doing so good,” he grunts, his moans turn more high pitched when you meet his thrusts halfways. “Drown me baby, my flower takes me so well,”
Fred’s hand curls around the mattress as his other grips your thigh. He slams into you, stretching you out so good that your orgasm builds rapidly within. With your legs draped over his shoulder, he bends forward further until he’s sucking in your chest and leaving red marks. “OH - Freddie,” you whine, clawing at his back.
“That’s it my love,” he croons, head thrown back yet still adamant on watching you. His hands tangle in your hair, carding through and gripping them hard. “Come on my cock - make a mess of your sheets. Doing so well for me, wanna feel you clench around me.”
His face contorts in pleasure when your cunt does clench, hair draping over his eyes to cover his glazed, blown out pupils. Fred reaches between your legs to sweetly thumb your clit, squeezing it between two fingers and it’s the final straw until you break.
You arch in pleasure, shuddering violently underneath him. Fred’s letting you ride it out, finally gasping and his hands clench around your thigh and the mattress. Your hand finds his, interlacing your fingers together as you messily grind your hips and finally come down. Ropes of hot cum fill the condom around your sensitive walls. You tighten, aching a little from the warmth that you can’t feel directly from the plastic barrier.
Fred collapses on top with panting breaths. His head rests in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
“Well shit.”
“Yeah.” you chuckle breathily. The post orgasm clarity makes you realize; fuck, I love this man way more than I let on. You suddenly feel the need to show him, and yet you settle for tenderly brushing his hair back when he lifts his head.
Fred smiles, grin lazy and sappy. After pecking your lips, he slowly pulls out. You whine from the sudden coldness when he rolls out of your arms, then he grins at your noise of distress.
“Hold on love, be right back.” Fred pulls off his condom, ties the top and tosses it to the trash before collapsing next to you - way more dramatically. His arm drapes over you, pulling you to his chest and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”
You sigh, content. “Love you too,” you smirk. “Would love you more if you cleaned me up.”
Fred’s eyes flash dangerously. “Oh?”
“Not like that you idiot!” you smile, gently slapping his chest. “Swish your wand or something, I don’t wanna get up.”
“Hm,” he taps his chin. “Give me a tour of your apartment and I’ll think about it.”
You sigh, propping yourself on your arms. Fred whines and tries to pull you back in but you don’t relent. “Alright alright.”
Rolling off the bed, you rush to the bathroom, ignoring the pulsing soreness in your core. “Wha - come back! What about my tour?” Fred yells after you.
You laugh at his eagerness. “You’re not getting it!”
After cleaning yourself up, you practically hurl yourself in his arms. Fred catches you with something between a grunt and a chuckle, leaning against the headboard and letting you rest your head on his chest. Your eyes lull around, begging to give into your exhaustion. “Close your eyes, flower,” he whispers sweetly, gently running his hands across your hair and massaging your scalp.
The snowstorm outside has gotten intense, the wind howls against your sealed windows yet the world feels much brighter from this morning. It’s hard to focus on anything besides the way your heart flutters, and the feel of Fred beneath you. Snuggling closer, his fingers gently trace around your shoulders.
“Freddie?” you murmur, cheek pressed against his chest.
He hums in response.
“You’re staying over, right?”
Fred peers down at you, his brows are etched together and the concern on his face nearly makes you sob. “Do…do you not want me to?” he answers shakily.
You let out a breath. “Of course I want you to!”
“Good.” he smiles, letting out a bigger breath than you. For a moment, you think you broke the man. “Because you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”
#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley angst#fred weasley smut#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley x reader#harry potter fic#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley#fred wealsey fic#hp smut#fluff#angst#hp angst#reader insert#george weasley#ginny weasley#hermione granger#harry potter
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Thor x Daughter!reader - All a lie
Hope your doing ok! I had an idea, Thor is raising Loki’s daughter and she calls Thor Dad one day Loki shows up at avengers tower and sees her laughing with Thor who is hugging her. Loki calls to her because despite everything that is still his little girl, R is confused when she is gently tugged away from Thor to face a man she doesn’t remember. Loki explains he is her dad and she should come with him but R turns to Thor and calls him dad which breaks Loki’s heart. Then when Thor explains she is Loki’s daughter but Loki was believed to be dead so Thor had raised her. R gets upset and runs away. Sorry if that’s a lot! - Anon 💜
Humming to yourself, you padded into the common room, bottle of water in your hand as you tossed it up and down.
Seeing your dad sat on the couch you grinned from ear to ear as you slowly crept over, standing behind him you unscrewed the drink and pretended to pour it.
Unfortunately you didn’t hear Clint coming up from behind you.
“(Y/N)!”
You screamed and dropped the bottle, pouring it all over Thor making him jump up and spin around to face you.
“Clint!” You laughed.
You turned to Thor and gave him a huge sheepish smile.
“Sorry dad, I wasn’t actually supposed to pour it.” You snickered.
“You’re in for it now.” He chuckled.
You ran across the common room while Theo chased you. Once he caught you he swept you into his arms and hugged you tightly, the pair of you laughing loudly.
Thor set you down and turned to the doorway so you did the same.
A black haired man stood there in shock looking at the pair of you.
“Brother?” Thor asked.
You looked between Thor and the strange man in confusion.
He walked over and gently took your hand making you even more confused.
“(Y/N)...” he said softly.
You frowned and pulled yourself away, backing up against your dad, looking up at him then back to the man who seemed pained.
“I... don’t know you...” you muttered.
He seemed even more hurt and looked st Thor hopelessly.
“You’re my little girl...” he said softly, “You’re (Y/N), my daughter.”
“No, Thor is my dad.” You snapped.
Thor took your shoulders and gently turned you around to face him, giving you a sad look.
“Dad..?” You asked.
“This is my brother, Loki.”
You shook your head at him.
“I don’t understand, so he’s my uncle then?”
Thor sighed and shook his head, giving your shoulders a little squeeze.
“No... Loki.. he’s your real father. I... We thought he had died, so I took you in and raised you myself.” Thor said gently.
You backed away, looking between the pair of them in confusion and sadness.
“N..no... you.. you’re...” You trialed off.
You glanced between Thor and Loki, both of them had the same upset and pained looks on their faces.
“I was belived dead when you were too young to remember me... but I’m back now, you can come with me...” Loki said gently.
“I don’t want too...”
You turned to Thor, everything was upside down, everything you thought you knew was a lie and you didn’t know what to do.
“Let us talk about this.” Thor whispered.
“No... I.. I.. can’t.. I don’t understand...”
Thor tried to walk closer but when you backed away he stopped and took a few steps away.
Loki tried to do the same but he got the same response and he too backed away.
“Why.. why didn’t you tell me...?”
“I could never find the right time, but now I believe you should know.”
You wiped a stray tear that had fallen, and shook your head once more, looking around the practically empty common room.
“Everything.. it was... everything is a lie!” You yelled.
“No, (Y/N)-“ “everything you said to me was a lie! Everything I was ever told by you Thor, none of it was true!”
You then spun around to Loki.
“You’re not my dad! You weren’t there! Neither of you are my dad!”
“(Y/N) listen to us!” Thor pleaded.
“No! All you’ve done is lie to me!” You yelled.
“Please!” Thor begged.
You shook your head, Thor tried to take your hand but you ducked underneath him and when loki tried to you ran around him.
“Leave me alone!” You screamed.
With that you ran, heading straight to the lift while tears clouded your eyes.
The doors shut quickly behind you and you started to sob.
“Would you like me to call someone?” Jarvis asked.
“N...no I want to be left alone..”
You were taken to the ground floor and without thinking you ran from the building, straight to the only place where you could find comfort right now.
You banged on the door until it was opened.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?!” May rushed out.
You shook your head and ran into the apartment, barrelling through a bedroom door.
“P..Pete...”
“(Y/N)!”
Peter ran over and wrapped you into a hug as you cried. Right now he was the only thing you knew was true in your life
#marvel x you#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#marvel#avengers#avengers x you#avenger imagine#avengers x reader#thor x y/n#thor x you#thor x reader#loki x y/n#loki x you#loki imagine#loki x reader
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Red Masterlist
Remember: I will be writing other fics along with these so just be patient with both, and some songs will take longer than other’s because of inspiration, so any help is much appreciated too. You can also suggest other people, but the ones above doesn’t mean I will add them to my general masterlist, they are just ones I’ll write for these songs.
Attention: All stories that I write is purely fanfiction and when I write about real people it is once again purely fiction. I don’t know them in real life and all my ideas are my own. Also please don’t steal my work. Thank you.
Warning: Don’t steal my work thank you! Also all summaries are subject to change :)
Masterlist
State Of Grace - (Evan Buckley)
↬ Evan thinks he finally found a love to really fight for - only issue was that the woman he found this love for was with his friend with benefits.
Red - (Rúben Dias)
↬ After their break-up, Y/n recalls how loving Rúben was never as hard as she remembered.
Treacherous - (Eddie Diaz)
↬ Eddie and Y/n find themselves stumbling into his bedroom after a difficult day at work.
I Knew You Were Trouble - (John Stones)
↬ Everyone told her that John was trouble, but she still allowed him to hurt her.
All Too Well - (Mason Mount) ↬ “It’s not like you love me or anything, right?” Y/n scoffed, shaking her head once more as she brought her hand up to wipe the end of her nose. “If you did then you would have acted like I was somebody to you. But you didn’t. You acted like I was some sort of maid or something. You made me feel like shit in front of your friends. So you don’t fucking love me…do you?”
22 - (Steve Harrington)
↬ Y/n meets someone on her twenty-second birthday and decided to spend it with him.
I Almost Do - (Rúben Dias)
↬ “You wouldn’t,” Rùben argues as he stands in front of the bride-to-be. “I would’ve.” “No,” he denies. “I would have married you, Rúben.” Y/n whispers.
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - (Theodore Nott)
↬ Theo and Y/n have always been that couple in school that was always on and off, but her friends were sick and tired of seeing Theo hurt Y/n constantly, so this time they are making sure they break up sticks.
Stay Stay Stay - (Logan Huntzberger)
↬ Logan wants Y/n to come with him to London, but she just can’t do that.
The Last Time - (Jess Mariano)
↬ Jess is back at Y/n’s doorstep after disappearing another time, but this time he’s promises that he is back for good.
Holy Ground - ()
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Sad Beautiful Tragic - (Daniel Ricciardo)
↬ Long distance teared then apart, but that didn’t mean they didn’t still love one another.
The Lucky One - (Peter Parker)
↬ Three times Peter was there for Y/n Stark after hate from the media, and the one time she was there for him.
Everything Has Changed - (Arthur Leclerc)
↬ One moment they were just best friends. Best friends throughout each other’s lives, best friends within the paddock, best friends outside of the paddock, best friends that travelled together, and best friends who totally weren’t secretly in love with each other. They were just best friends who thought of each other’s touches as nothing more than platonic. But then his hand would linger on her back a second too long after a hug, and her eyes would stay glued to him for a moment too long, and their lips would be ever so close…enough to say that everything has changed.
Starlight - (Steve Harrington)
↬ After dropping Dustin off at the school dance, Steve takes this opportunity to convince Y/n to come with him to his favourite diner.
Begin Again - (Lando Norris)
↬ In which Y/n begins to fall for her best friend who has always secretly liked her.
The Moment I Knew - (TASM!Peter Parker)
↬ Y/n understand Peter role as Spider-Man, but she hated how it would always make him break his promises with her.
Come Back...Be Here - (Daniel Ricciardo)
↬ Long distance teared then apart, but that didn’t mean they didn’t still love one another. He wished for his lover to be with him instead of travelling the world without him - but instead of asking, he leaves unfinished letters in a shoebox in his suitcase.
Girl At Home - (Pierre Gasly)
↬ Pierre was taken but his eyes can’t stop gazing at one of his best friends.
Better Man - (JJ Maybank)
↬ Maybe at a different time they would have been better together, but JJ wasn’t truly ready for a relationship when he was still healing from home.
Nothing New - (Pedri González)
↬ Laying side by side, Pedri and Y/n come to the realisation that they don’t know the world as much as they did when they were younger.
Babe - (Lando Norris, ft Pierre Gasly)
↬ After finally making it official, Pierre shortly finds himself cheating on YIn, which ends up with Lando comfort her after finding her at the back of a party. (Sequel to Bejewelled)
Message In A Bottle - (Daniel Ricciardo)
↬ Daniel decides to send off his letters and Y/n find herself dreaming of returning back home. (Sequel to Sad Beautiful Tragic and Come Back…Be Here).
I Bet You Think About Me - (Marcus Rashford)
↬ Marcus watches as his ex perform her new song.
Forever Winter - (Daniel Ricciardo)
↬ Daniel wasn’t at his best after McLaren, and Y/n made it her mission to bring his smile back.
Run - (Steve Harrington)
↬ After sneaking out from home, Steve finds himself in Y/n’s bed, hands interwind as they fantasies of getting out of Hawkins.
The Very First Night - (TASM!Peter Parker)
↬ They were enemies but that didn’t stop them from falling, but like every fall, you will eventually hit the ground, and that time has came for them.
Safe & Sound - () ↬(AU!)
Eyes Open - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ (Footballer!Reader) (AU!Women and men can play together) Y/n L/n, one of the greatest footballers of all time, but at the age of twenty-three she hits a rough patch - which damages her mentally, physically, and emotionally. It goes downhill after she returns from an injury and gets called up to World Cup, where Southgate chose her to be his favourite benchwarmer and not play her for even a second (which was the final straw for fans). Back at Chelsea, the sport continues to do her wrong when Potter continues to put her on bench - and all her boyfriend, Charles, could do was watch as everyday destroyed her more and more. (Links with The Archer)
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mother’s day sweetness | tom holland smut
summary: tom had another way to say thanks for bringing his children into the world.
words: 1.7K
warnings: 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT. fingering, nipple play, shower head play??? shower sex!!
pairing: dad!tom x reader
a/n: this is just a small little imagine I did. kssksksk, I hope you like it and apologies if the smut isn’t as good and short... i’m still practising
masterlist | taglist
“Alright, avengers, we have two missions to complete. Amelia, you are in charge of the cookies and Theo, as calmly as possible, you give mummy the flowers?” Tom said, with a loving smile on his lips, watching Amelia finish up the decorating. His gaze found Theo was mesmerised by the colours of the petals. Tom quickly scooped Theo up in his arm, bouncing him lightly to distract him as he knew Theo would tear apart the petals.
“Amelia, you done, darling?” Tom whispered, and Amelia held her hand up to focus.
Tom chuckled at the new habit Amelia picked up, shaking his head at the sight of his perfectionist daughter. “Hurry up, lia.” Theo whined, making grabby hands to the flowers but, Tom made sure they were out of his reach.
“You can’t rush art.” She sassed, grabbing the last sprinkles from the pot, drizzling them down.
“Voila,” she added, straight after.
“Right. Amelia, you start the march.” Tom grinned and watched Amelia rush towards him.
“Avengers…..” Tom trailed and let Theo finish the chant.
“Aseeeembleeeeeeee.” He giggled and watched his older sister climb up the stairs.
As the three of them made it towards the bedroom, Tom finally gave the flowers to Theo. “Theo, you have to hold onto it tight,” Tom whispered and watched his small hands aimlessly grab onto the stems.
Quietly, Amelia opened the bedroom door as predicted you were still asleep. On their tiptoes, they all walked around the bed. Tom helped Theo crawl towards his mum flowers, tightly around his grip.
“Wake up, mummy.” He tittered, his voice a little high out of the excitement, especially when you opened your eyes, and gave him a small smile.
“Oh, wow. Theo. These are beautiful.” You laugh, sitting up in bed as you quickly rub your eyes.
“Happy Mother’s Day!.” Amelia grinned, taking this as her cue to hand the cookies to you. You smile in awe and watch Theo make grabby hands to the cookies.
“Theo. You already had two.” Tom’s stern voice entered you, took a glance at him. Theo pouted, hiding his face in your chest making, Tom’s eyes roll.
“Theo, sweetie. How about we share one? You can pick one, and we can share so you won’t get sick?” You coo and watched his little face turn towards the cookies.
“Amelia, these are beautiful. How did you make these?”
“Uncle Sam. He was on facetime with me.”
"Well, we must say thank you to Uncle Sam," You laugh, breaking a cookie in half and feeding it to Theo.
Tom proudly brought out his phone and took a picture of his loves. He watched them with loving eyes, wondering how you would react to his Mother’s Day present when the kids went down for a nap. For now, Tom stepped back and allowed you to thank the kids whilst he called his mother to wish her a mother’s day.
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“And the kids finally are napping.” Your breath, walking into your bedroom and collapsing onto Tom. He laughed, brushing your hair with his fingers as he tossed his phone away.
“Are you okay to stay here whilst I have a shower?” You ask, playing with the string from his hoodie. He nodded, pecking your lips before watching you get up.
You smile in thanks and head towards the bathroom. Tom was flickering g through his phone as he just caught on that he could give the first half of your present now and the rest later.
As you were about to remove your underwear, a familiar face invited himself in; his jaw dropped in awe as he gazed over your body.
“You okay, sweetie?” You chuckled, walking towards him.
“I-I thought I could join you. You know, save water, helping you wash your hair…” Tom grinned, watching you undress.
After three years of marriage, he was still mesmerised by your body. Your body radiated the spotlights, letting your skin shine through the streaks of light as you made it into the shower.
“Coming or what?” You laugh, glancing at the stillness of Tom’s body. Tom eagerly nodded, shutting the door behind him just in case their little rugrats ran in.
Tom made his way over to the shower, taking off his clothes in the process. As you tested the temperature to get the right touch, Tom’s hands ravished your skin, pressing kisses along your neck. He turned you over, back against the cold tiles; he looked at you in awe.
“You still got it, mama.” Tom breathed, bringing your hands right above your head. He used one hand to hold your hands up and the other to turn on the water pressure. Tom didn’t care about the temperature; he was too occupied with the wonders of the shower.
Tom welcomed a smirk to his lips as he thought of an idea. He took the showerhead from it’s home and slowly drizzled the water down your body, watching the droplets raid your breasts. He licked his lips as he turned the water pressure on high.
“Tom… What are you up too..?”
“Trust me.” Tom swooned, guiding the showerhead down to your tummy, grinning as he felt the squirm arise from your wrists.
“You little shit.” Your breath, hitching your breath as Tom teased your clit with the showerhead. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure come to you. It wasn’t the first time Tom ravished you in the shower, but with the continuation of the showerhead, shooting up your clit made you rip out a loud moan. The wet sensation of the water peaking up your clit, made Tom grin in glee that he had this power over you. The vibrations of the water pressure made your legs shake.
Tom snickers, crashing his lips onto yours. Tom slides his tongue in your mouth, and both begin to dance in sync with each other. Tom pulled you a little closer, taking the showerhead away from your clit and itching it back in its place.
“Look at you. Already squirming for me.” He whispered between your lips.
His free hand guided it’s way to your clit, hovering his palm over the entrance. Out of desperation, you began to grind down against it, bringing out a brisk moan for Tom to do something.
“Needy girl, aren’t you?” He said, you only nodded.
“You aren’t the only one, mama.” He retorted and sniggered a laugh as something hard kneed your hip, proof of his statement. Tom takes no time and dips his index finger into where your throbbing clit is calling his name. He slides his finger along your clit, breathing sharply as you both felt how wet you were.
“Fu--” He groans but loses the rest of the word when he trails two fingers along your clit, and this time you whine for him.
Tom kisses you roughly and stimulates a contrast to how gently he presses not one but two fingers insides you. He curls his fingers between your folds, attempts a smug smile to show his innocence. You only bit onto your lower lip. The noise you were making was all Tom needed to know to work his magic.
“P-Please, Tom”, You breathed against his neck when he slowly started to move his fingers in and out.
He shook his head, “ I want to look at you. You look so pretty on my fingers, mama.” He whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to your ear. “I wanna listen to you beg for it.”
Tom was a very excessive person, something about his mood when sex involves makes you want to obey him. If this were an ordinary day, you wouldn’t take it. Tom kisses his way to your neck and then to your collarbone. You think he would give you a little hickey but, you found his tongue against your nipple.
He slowly began to tease your nipple, flicking his tongue around it to hear the sweet sound of your moan. He played around with your breasts, letting you ease into his fingers before he stimulates his two fingers to roughly moving in and out of you. He knows the pace makes you crazy and, it wasn’t helping when his thumb rubbed circles against your clit. Tom was very good at timing and pacing when it came to fingering you; he was very skilled in that area. You let out mournful cries, feeling your walls clench around his fingers.
“Tommy, please.” You cry, almost losing your balance when his lip tightens around your nipple and his hand entwined with yours. He didn’t help with your balance as he loved watching you be helpless without him. Needlessly to say, he won’t be getting any free treatment after this facade.
“You are doing so well for me, mama. So so well.” He praises, voice a little harsh as he harshly felt his fingers reach your spot. He knew if he went any faster, you were going to stumble and, he wasn’t ready for that conversation with his kids. He moved his tongue away from your breasts and took care of your screams with his lips.
You felt your orgasm start slow, and Tom can feel the juice began to trail down; he knows you could push a little more. He fingers you quicker, using the slightest bit of his teeth to bit down your bottom lip to show you that he is close to stopping.
He takes his fingers out of yours, caressing your back as he tried to help with your balance. He knew cheekily that with his support, he can get a little thrill out of you still. He pushes his fingers in further and notices your hips thrust against his fingers and pours a smile to his face. Your nails dig into his back as you can feel your orgasm slowly run down. He stops his movement, looking right into your eyes as he thrust one final time before feeling your juice drown his fingers. You wail out his name as he slowly took his fingers out of you.
“So proud of you. Look at how well you did, pretty girl.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you right afterwards. He watches the liquid run down your inner thigh and laughs at the shakiness of your legs.
“Oh, by the way, thank you for bringing Amelia and Theo into my life.”
#tom holland x reader#tom holland smut#tom holland imagines#tom holland imagine#dad!tom#dad!tom x reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland fic#tom holland smut x reader
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moving in
summary: harry and theo move into their first apartment.
warnings: none.
pairing: harry styles x male!oc
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“So, where do we start?” Harry asked Theo and Theo brought his hand up, scratching his head. He looked around the apartment and bit his lower lip softly, shrugging.
“Dunno’. Living room?” He looked at Harry and he nodded. They were moving into their very first apartment together and had to fix all of their furniture to really make the place their home. It was pretty empty and it was quite spacious, thankfully. The floors were made of dark wood and the walls were plain white, in desperate need of some kind of decoration on them.
They went into the living room and started moving stuff into the right places. They started with the couch, figuring out where it looked best. Then they put a carpet in front of the couch before putting a small coffee table. They put a TV stand in front of the couch but didn’t bother to put the TV up yet because they didn’t want to deal with all the wiring.
“It’s hot in here.” Harry said and plopped down onto the couch. They were halfway through and he was already complaining. Theo chuckled softly and kept moving stuff, but then he walked over to Harry.
“I need help though.” Theo kissed Harry’s slightly flushed cheek and Harry hummed.
“Call a friend.” Harry murmured and Theo smiled a little.
“C’mon, Harry. Help me.”
“Fine.” Harry huffed and got up from the couch, deciding to help Theo again. They really needed a fan or some kind of air conditioning in that part of their home. Harry and Theo kept fixing their furniture, finishing after a while. They had hung some of Theo’s art on the walls so they looked prettier and less boring. They stood beside each other to see if anything was missing or had too much of, thinking they did pretty good for their first time.
“Wait!” Theo then said and Harry furrowed his brows, watching Theo look around. He grabbed a vase and filled it with water from the sink, then grabbed the flowers he brought over for Harry today. He took them out of the plastic wrapping and threw them away before placing the pretty flowers in the vase. He placed the vase on the coffee table, smiling at Harry. He kissed Harry’s cheek and Harry chuckled softly.
“Done.” Theo said with a bright smile.
“Well, not yet. We’ve still got a couple rooms to-”
“Shh, it’s progress.” Theo grinned and pecked Harry lips, making him giggle.
It was nice decorating, actually. It looked pretty. It suited their style and aesthetic perfectly, making it part of their home. It was kind of crazy to think that they were going to live here. Together. But it was that kind of crazy that made your head spin because you liked it so much, you know? It was the kind of crazy feeling that was exciting and brought a smile to your face because it was so nice to feel that. They were excited to live with each other. Harry sometimes thought about getting a real house, a bigger one with Theo, but stopped because he would then get ahead of himself. But it was dreamy.
“Can you cook lunch after this? ‘Cause I’m tired.” Harry wrapped his arms around Theo’s waist from behind as he put plates and cups into a cupboard.
“Stop complaining and help me.” Theo chuckled softly and Harry hummed, burying his face in the crook of Theo’s neck. He closed his eyes and stayed like that for a little while, sneaking his hand up Theo’s shirt.
“Harry, I can’t do anything with you attached to my back.” Theo chuckled softly.
“Then don’t do anything and stay like this.” Harry murmured against Theo’s neck, his hand still traveling up his shirt. Theo hummed and took Harry’s hand out of his shirt, making him groan softly.
“Why are you sweaty?” Theo groaned softly.
“Because it’s hot!” Harry exclaimed.
“Let’s shower together.” Harry then murmured and Theo rolled his eyes.
“We’re almost done.” Theo said, unwrapping Harry’s arms from around him to turn around to face him.
“Thank god.” Harry sighed.
“Well, we still have to do the bedroom, but-”
“Shhh.” Harry cut him off and pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling a little.
a/n: sorry it’s so short! i’m gonna start working on a different theorry request :)
#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fluff#harry styles x oc#harry styles x male!oc#writing
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basorexia
the overwhelming desire to kiss
summary:
y/n and pansy have a complicated past. y/n was a slytherin but didn’t hang around the little group they had. til one night they get closer than they thought.
warnings - smut
word count - 1757
a/n - a writing challenge that @chokemepansy is doing! smut prompts 36 from her prompt list!
h.p masterlist // pansy parkinson masterlist
Pansy and Y/N had a complicated past.
They started out as friends and even got close to being best friends but that was before she started to hang around Malfoy and his gang when they got to Hogwarts. Y/N and Pansy were both put in Slytherin but they drifted apart when they got their own group of friends.
Y/N only has one good friend who she could tell anyone to. Daphne Greengrass. She was always there for her and she could tell anything to that girl and she kept that a secret.
She didn’t like the way that Pansy and her friends treated some people and even stood up for some of the people they bullied. For example, Hermione Granger. She was a Gryffindor and a muggle born which meant she was a perfect target for bullies. Pansy would always give her a glare when she stood up for Hermione which she glared back.
Ever since her 5th year she has been having these…. Feelings. Y/N always thought she liked guys since she’s dating Theodore Nott. But lately she’s been having dreams of a certain someone and that certain someone was Pansy Parkinson.
She knew she liked guys but these feelings were confusing her and especially when she had these dreams of Pansy touching her in various ways. But it ended in the same way Y/N waking up with a class and a throb in her pussy.
Y/N usually got rid of this throbbing by going to the bathroom and started to please herself and thinking about the dream with Pansy.
She didn’t even know why Pansy. Y/N guesses since in this last year, which was her 6th, Pansy has been very flirty with her and she didn’t know why. At first she thought it was Pansy messing with her but it kept going on and before Y/N knew it, it was the middle of the year after Christmas break.
When she caught Theodore picking on some first year she finally decided to end it with him since she could not stand his bullying.
Y/N wasn’t even sad by dumping him. She always thought that he was extra mean but never saw him doing it to anyone. She was glad that she got away from him since he would’ve been incredibly toxic in her life.
The day after breaking up with him she heard there was going to be this party in the Slytherin common room and she didn’t know why but she only knew that she wanted to go. It would be a good thing for her to get her mind off of Theo and maybe have some fun, which she hasn’t had in a while.
It was a Saturday and she could stay up late and party since it wasn’t a school night. School was important to her so she wanted to get good grades but she was going to let loose that night.
Y/N looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black mini skirt that didn’t leave much to the imagination and green tub tube top.
“You almost ready,” Daphne asked as she knocked on the door. Y/N could hear the rumbling of music.
“Yes I’m done,” Y/N yelled before stepping out of the bath room. “What do you think,” She asked and twirled around to show Daphne what she was wearing.
“Looking good love,” Daphne complimented as Y/N gave her a smile.
They walked to the common room where everyone was either dancing, making out, or drinking. The room was dark and you could see the flickering green lights flowing through the room.
Daphne yelled something about going to go and dance with some guy, who Daphne said was hot. Y/N walked to the table with alcohol on the table and downed it and started to feel the alcohol running through her veins. She looked across the room and saw that there was this girl dancing with Theo and he gave Y/N a wink and she just rolled her eyes.
She didn’t care that he was dancing with some girl and she wasn’t afraid to admit it. Y/N didn’t know why since she was with him for a long time but it didn’t feel real to her.
She didn’t even sleep with him which would’ve been good to let out some tension.
But now she could let out all of the tension that has been building up for the past few months. The dreams of Pansy and Theo took a toll on her and her school work. Y/N was sure she was going to get a letter from her parents about her grades.
Her parents wanted to achieve hard in everything so that’s why Y/N tried so hard. And when she failed she wasn’t only failing her parents. She was failing herself.
“What’s got you down love,” Y/N heard someone ask her and she turned around to see who it was. Pansy Parkinson.
“Nothing that concerns you,” Y/N sassed back crossing her arms across her chest.
“You break my heart every day,” Pansy puts her hands on her chest to where her heart is. Y/N looks over Pansy and sees that she is wearing shorts and a tank top and she tries hard to not stare at the cleavage. A smirk is etched on her face as she stares at Y/N. “You seem tense,” She hums.
“I’m always tense,” Y/N counters. Her voice is as monotone as a person who’s just woke up.
“I can see that,” Pansy looks over her and then looks up at her face. “Lipsticks a good look on you darling,” She flirts making Y/N’s heart race in anticipation, she was wearing a dark pink and it was the first time she’s ever worn that.
“Thank-thanks,” Y/N stutters then turns around trying to not look at Pansy. She didn’t want her to see the reaction she had on her.
“Maybe I could help you with that tension problem,” Pansy whispers sultry in her ear and trails her fingertips on her arm, taking note of the goosebumps in wake.
In a flash almost Y/N was being pushed against the wall of the bedroom as Pansy kissed her roughly. She returns the affection and puts her arms on her neck. Pansy’s hands were on her waist and were rubbing up and went up to her stomach.
Pansy continues to kiss Y/N and traces her tongue across her bottom lip wanting to enter. Y/N decides to tease and not let her in. Pansy gives her waist a squeeze making her moan letting her in.
Pansy leans back to take a breath and puts her lips on her neck sucking and nibbling hard on her collarbone making Y/N moan out her name.
“Don’t worry love, after this the tension will be all gone,” Pansy whispers in her ear, making her whimper. She could feel her pussy already starting to get wet.
Her hands go to her tube top and pull it up and Y/N raises her arms to make it easier for her. Her nipples finally meet the cold air and straightaway get hard. Pansy’s fingers trace across the outline of her nipples making them get even harder. She leans her head down and wraps her lips around the nub and gives it a suck.
Y/N moans and tangles her hands in her hair as Pansy twirls her tongue at the peak of her nipple. Meanwhile her hand travels up her stomach and gives her boob a squeeze making her whimper and moan even harder. Pansy looks up at her making her moan louder as she wiggles in anticipation.
Pansy let’s go with a pop and grabs her hand leading her to her bed. Pansy pushes her on the bed to where her feet are dangling off. Y/N pushes her heels off as Pansy starts to trail kisses down her stomach and she knows where this is going.
She pulls the skirt off just leaving her in the white panties she put on that day. Pansy lets out a moan noticing the little wet spot right above her pussy.
“I barely even touch you and you’re already wet,” Pansy smirks up at Y/N who looks down at her embarrassed. “No need to be embarrassed love I’m flattered,” She rubs her thighs comfortingly.
She runs her fingers up to her pussy and lets her thumb trail across her covered clit making Y/N whimper her name. She smirks up at her as she fully presses her thumb against the clothed nub making her lurch up and moan.
Deciding that Y/N has had enough teasing, Pansy takes off Y/N’s panties leaving her fully naked in front of the girl who has been occupying her dreams. Pansy admires how wet Y/N’s pussy is. It’s leaking with juices and she can practically see her throbbing waiting for her.
“My poor baby,” Pansy coos using her fingers to rub her folds together. Y/N puts her hands on her chest and twirls her nipples and pinches them. She could the pit in her stomach wanting to explode.
Pansy leans her mouth close to her pussy and sticks her tongue out and gives her clit a lap. Y/N cries out in pleasure, she’s never had anyone’s mouth down there and now it feels amazing. She continues to lap and Y/N continues to moan. Pansy decides to finally wrap her lips around the swollen and needy nub and give it a big suck.
“Pansy,” Y/N moans loudly, one of her hands traveling to have it in her hair and tugging at it.
Her eyes look up at her and give her a wink before giving her clit another harsh suck making Y/N’s orgasm coming faster and faster. Pansy’s hand travels to her entrance and decides to circle with her finger making Y/N an even louder moaner.
Pansy decides to do it quickly and sticks her finger up there and immediately curls it to her g spot. When she gives a suck and her finger hits her g spot hard Y/N lurches up.
“Pansy,” Y/N moans loudly, tugging on her hair as she releases all over fingers and clenching around the finger. Y/N feels herself start to calm down from the orgasm she had just experienced.
“Hope I made that tension go away love.”
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Dumb Russian (Boris Pavlikovsky x fem!Reader)
You stormed into the apartment building, furious with Boris. After three months, three whole fabulous months of dating, you had strong reason to believe he was cheating on you. With none other than your very best friend Theo Decker. You were practically seething as you threw open his bedroom door.
“BORIS!”
He looked at you with a thoughtful expression. He was strewn across his unmade bed in just a pair of ratty jeans. A cigarette teetered between his middle and forefingers.
“Woah there, принцесса (princess). What is wrong?”
“Everything. Everything is wrong Boris! You stupid fucking idiot!” You kicked his bed frame.
He looked at you, slightly disturbed. “What did I do?”
“Oh! Play dumb, sure you asshole! You know what you did,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
It was a painful truth you had seen written in a notebook in your boyfriend’s untidy scrawl a few days ago.
Wish I had Potter instead of my любимая девушка, he’s so good В постели. (Girlfriend, In bed.)
It took you three days to translate. Three goddamn days struggling through your English-Russian dictionary, three days poring over the notebook, desperately wishing for it to mean anything else. Anything but the unbearable truth. That Boris was indeed cheating with “Potter”, his stupid nickname for Theo. You spent all night crying, sobbing into your pillow. Tossing and turning and deciding whether or not to confront him. After the few restless hours that you were able to sleep, you woke up angry. And all you wanted was to know why your boyfriend “wished he had Potter.”
“Oh god Boris, don’t even give me that innocent face bullSHIT,” you escalated, throwing your arms up in the air. Boris didn’t move a muscle except to take a puff on his smoke.
“If it was bullshit, as you say, then why do I not know what you are talking about?” He said calmly.
“You idiot!” You screamed, a tear escaping your eye. “You cheated on me!” You choked back a sob. “How could you?!”
Boris still looked confused, but there was a twinge of annoyance in his voice as he said,
“Pot calling the kettle black, Y/n?”
Your eyes widened in disbelief, as you sniffed, wiping a tear off your cheek. “What did you say?”
Boris sat up, discarding his cigarette, “You say...I’m a cheater. But you aren’t one to talk. I know what you do.”
You bitterly laughed, “I don’t know if this is some sick game of yours, trying to avoid telling me the truth, but it’s absolute bullshit. Be a fucking man, Boris. Own up to what you did.”
“Own up to what? I never slept with anyone else. You are галлюцинации. Псих” (Hallucinating, crazy).
“I’m what? Speak english, asshole!”
He rolled his eyes to the high heavens. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t fucking matter. YOU are a cheater, y/n. I saw you leave his house.”
You brushed him off, “No, no, no. I’m not falling for your stupid trick! Just tell me why you did it! Was I not good enough?” You said, emotion spilling out of your words.
“Why don’t you tell me, сука?” (bitch) “I saw you. I wasn’t going to tell you I saw. I didn’t think it worth confrontation. But, here you are, being a Псих сука.” (crazy bitch) “So why, y/n, WHY DID YOU DO IT?” He got up, raising his voice and pointing a finger in your face.
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” You yelled back. “WHY DID YOU BORIS? WHY DID YOU?” You cried, tears now dripping down your face.
“I...did NOTHING,” he spat.
“You,” you sobbed. “You hurt me. You HURT ME!” You screamed, backing away from him.
“YOU ARE CRAZY! OUT OF YOUR MIND! I DIDN’T CHEAT ON YOU, YOU CHEATED ON ME!” Boris shot back.
“NO, BORIS, NO! IT’S THE OTHER FUCKING WAY AROUND! I SAW WHAT YOU WROTE ABOUT YOU AND THEO!”
Boris froze, and you thought miserably, ha, got him.
But instead he tilted his head to the side, “Y/n, are you stupid? You know Theo and I used to hook up. Before you. It was probably old. Show me. What did I write?”
You glared icily at him through tears, because even if he didn’t actually cheat, he had still accused you of it. Which made no sense at all, as you would never dream of seeing anyone else.
But nevertheless, you reached for your backpack and pulled at the notebook, throwing at him.
He managed to catch it before it dropped to the ground after hitting him squarely in the chest, and opened it to the dog-eared page. He scanned it for a moment, then snorted, tossing it on the bed.
“Girlfriend. You thought that was you?”
You nodded, very confused.
“No. Kotku, my ex girlfriend. A real сука,” Boris sucked in his teeth and continued, “I cheated on her. Yes, with Theo. But Theo doesn’t want to be with me. I don’t want to be with him. I’ve been faithful the whole time we are together. You,” he shook his head. “You have not been.”
“Lies,” you wiped your face with your sleeve. “I never ever would’ve cheated on you, Boris. Not in a million years. I don’t know what you saw. But I promise.”
He sneered at you, shaking your head, “Like I’ll believe you. I saw you leave Theo’s house. You probably staged this to try and cover up what you did. Didn’t you?”
“But-Boris, what?” you sputtered, trying to understand. “You friggin’ saw me leave Theo’s house? Well, OKAY! He’s my best friend, I didn’t know hanging out with friends was incriminating evidence all of the sudden,” you said, exasperated.
Boris glared, crossing his arms.
“Dumb russian,” you added for good measure.
“Uh, guys? What’s going on?” A voice asked, and you spun around to see Theo, holding his coat and looking perplexed.
“Oh, thank god!” You exclaimed. “Theo, tell Boris we never slept together!”
Theo made a face, “Excuse me? Boris, what the hell? Why would I sleep with your girlfriend?”
Boris didn’t respond, he actually seemed kind of embarrassed that he was wrong, so you filled Theo in on the fierce argument you just had.
When you were done explaining, he only shook his head, a slight smile on his face.
“What?” you asked, rather defensively.
“Only you two,” he grinned. “Well, go on.”
“What?” Boris raised an eyebrow.
“Apologize to each other, dammit!” Theo exclaimed, and you begrudgingly stuck out your hand.
“Boris, I’m really sorry for assuming the worst. Forgive me?”
He shook it, saying, “I forgive, принцесса” (princess)
“I’m sorry too.” he said. “Want a beer?” He pointed towards the kitchen.
You grinned, “yeah,” and just like that, things were back to the way they always were.
“Come on,” Theo complained. “I came here to hang out, not to babysit you two.”
“Then don’t,” you said sassily.
“Get wasted with us,” Boris suggested.
Theo swore under his breath, then grabbed a bottle.
“Fine. But only a little.”
You and Boris turned, made eye contact, and laughed, knowing that Theo would get plenty drunk in no time. You kissed his cheek, so relieved that you had screwed up, and Boris still loved you.
As if reading your mind, he muttered, “I love you, принцесса,” under his breath, so that you and only you could hear.
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"No."
"No to fucking what?" Chul questions Ambrose, hoping that he didn't sleep on the bench because he still remembers the incident from last time. Ambrose got in a fight with some drunk guy because he tried to steal his wallet while sleeping and ended up with some horrible bruises on his face.
"I swear to whatever god if you went back to Savannah, I'm going to-"
"I went to Perry." Theo and Chul stare at him; their eyes widen in shock as Ambrose looks away. He doesn't want to talk to them about it, wants the two boys to change the subject, but Ambrose knows that it's only wishful thinking because they are curious.
"Did you guys-" Theo makes some hand gestures that confuse the other two boys. However, Chul notices Ambrose's eyes widen in; both shock and disgust when he finally understands.
"Fuck no! Are you crazy?!"
"Sorry! Is that I notice how you act around her, and I just thought that maybe something happened."
"You spent the night with her?" Annoyed brown eyes look over at Chul, and Ambrose simply nods his head.
"I put her in a bad position because I had to sneak in, and I told her all my family drama. I shouldn't be bothering her about this, I shouldn't bother anyone about this stupid-"
"Last time you thought that Chul found you on your bedroom floor, Ambrose." Theo remembers the call he got from Chul, telling him that he has to get their best friend to the hospital because of what he did to himself when left alone with troubling thoughts. Ambrose covers his left ear, trying to push out the words Soren told him that night.
Everything would be better if you were gone...
"You're not a bother. You've never been a bother. Tell us everything that's going on from the words that Soren said to those nasty thoughts in your head. Fall apart in front of you, for we can rebuild you stronger than before."
"Thank you." Ambrose whispers gently to his two friends.
"Don't thank us. Now, can we talk about something lighter?"
"Like what?" Chul asks while smiling, happy to change the air around them.
"Like how did Perry's room look like. Is it all girly or what?" Ambrose laughs while Theo smiles, asking if she has a stuffed animal collection or something.
"She has a questionable Pyramid Head poster." Chul laughs at Ambrose's teasing tone while Theo presses for more details about the said poster.
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Aftercare | Tom Holland
masterlist found here
pairing - Tom x reader
word count - 6,568 (I have no idea how this happened)
warnings - language, bad/uncomfortable first time, bleeding after sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, good sex!
A/N - this wasn’t requested but the idea came to mind a while ago so here we are (I think I’m just sick of being a virgin and this came out of it)
summary - Not everyone cares about their first time. Some people just wanted to get it over with .You had always wanted it to be special. A special time with a special guy. But after ages of never finding that guy, you decide to just get it over with. Tom helps with the aftermath of the disaster.
You had always wanted your first time to be special. It wasn’t that you wanted to wait until marriage. You just wanted it to be with someone you loved, not a random stranger. But as the years went by, you felt like the chances of you finding someone you loved were slim. Hell, you were 22, and you hadn’t been in a serious relationship since you were 17. Your virgin status was starting to irk you. Not because of the label. No, you knew virginity was a social concept at best that society created to shame girls. The reason it irked you was because you wanted to have sex. You wanted to be in a relationship with someone so you could get absolutely railed by someone who loved you.
Was that too much to ask?
It didn’t help that you had a crush on your best friend. Girls all over the world swooned over Tom Holland, and you were one of them. The only difference was, you actually knew him. You had been friends for ages, and you had been in love with him for about just as long. Despite all the flirty comments the two of you shared and the endless platonic cuddling, that’s all it was. Platonic. Sometimes you swore he felt the same way, but after years of never making a move, you decided it was all in your head.
You weren’t sure at what point you just caved and downloaded Tinder. You couldn’t say what pushed you over the edge. Maybe it was the smutty Harry Styles fanfic you read that just went too hard (literally) and turned you on to the point of cracking. Regardless, you had done it, and you were actually doing pretty well on the app. You were getting a lot of swipes, and you were feeling pretty good about yourself. When one particularly handsome and charming guy -Theodore- asked you on a date, you agreed.
The restaurant you were going to was pretty fancy, so you wore a cute black skater dress and some killer red pumps. You did your makeup and hair to the best of your ability and finished applying your lipstick just as Theodore texted you that he was at your apartment. Okay, so he wasn’t going to pick you up at your door. That was fine. The gesture was a little outdated anyway, right?
“Hi,” you said, opening the car door and sliding in. “Theodore?”
“Theo,” he said with a smile. “(Y/N)?”
“That’s me,” you said. “It’s great to meet you.”
“You too,” he said. “Ready for dinner?”
“Mhm,” you hummed. “‘M pretty hungry.”
“Me too,” he said with a chuckle.
The date was fine. It was nothing exciting. Nothing to write home about. Theo was nice enough. He was polite and everything, and he made some jokes that genuinely made you laugh. Still, he spent a lot of time talking about himself and not a lot of time asking questions about you.
As the night wore on, you could tell where it was headed. And Theo really was nice enough. You didn’t love him, but you liked him, and at this point in your life, you would take that. You invited him back to your apartment, which he accepted. You got into your apartment, and Theo wasted no time pressing you up against your front door and kissing you. You kissed him back, all the while hoping he didn’t notice how scared you were and how long it had been since you had kissed someone.
You two eventually stumbled into your bedroom, and Theo all but threw you onto your bed. You scooted up to the top of the bed and watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. You expected him to kiss you or pull your dress off, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved to unbuckle his trousers and tugged them down along with his boxers. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his already hard length. He smiled down at you and fumbled with your panties, pulling them off and throwing them to the floor. Part of you wondered if you should tell him it was your first time, but you also didn’t want to kill the vibe. Didn’t want him to run away. So, you let him thrust into you, biting your lip to stop the painful moan that wanted to escape your lips. You definitely weren’t wet enough, and he hadn’t stretched you out at all before sliding in. “Oh, fuck,” Theo moaned, hanging his head in pleasure. You focused on blinking back tears and tried to find any good feeling that might be there, but you couldn’t. It just hurt so much, and you wanted to tell him to stop. You should’ve told him to stop. You shouldn’t have to suffer through shitty sex just because you felt obligated to put out. But, you were the one who wanted to lose your virginity.
“(Y/N), Jesus fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned. “You like my cock splitting you open like this?”
You weren’t sure how long guys were supposed to last, but you were sure it was longer than this.
Theo spilled into the condom and collapsed on top of you. He panted against your neck before placing a soft kiss to your skin. “You finished, right?” he asked.
“Hm?” you said. “Oh, yeah, thanks.”
You winced as Theo pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When he came back, he pulled his boxers and trousers up his legs and buttoned his shirt back on. “This was great,” he said as he slid his shoes on his feet. “We should do this again sometime.”
“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you watched him. He walked over to you, placed a kiss to your forehead, and saw himself out of your apartment.
It didn’t take long for tears to spill from your eyes. When you lifted your dress to look between your legs, you saw you were bleeding. The sight made a sob escape your lips as you covered your mouth with your hand. You knew you needed to clean yourself up, but you felt actual pain between your legs, and your mind felt numb. As you cried softly, mascara running down your cheeks, you blindly reached for your phone that you had set on the bedside table and opened your contacts. There, you clicked your third favorite contact: Tom.
The line rang a few times -you didn’t pay attention to how many- before Tom answered. “Hello, love,” he said, an audible smile in his voice.
“Tommy?” you croaked out.
Tom had been laying back in bed watching TV but sat up as soon as you spoke. Not only did it obviously sound like you were crying, but you only called him Tommy when you were sad. He knew you had a date that night, and his mind immediately went to the worst case scenario. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?
“Can you just come over?” you asked. “I’m sorry to do this.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll leave right now. Be over in ten.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “See you soon.”
You hung up before he could respond. You laid in bed curled up in a ball, clutching your arms over your stomach. You couldn’t stop crying, and wished you could go back in time and stop yourself from downloading Tinder in the first place.
“(Y/N)?”
You opened your eyes at the sound of Tom’s voice. You were grateful you had given him a key for emergencies. Seeing him only made you cry harder, so he rushed over to you and sat beside you on the bed, pulling you onto his lap. You hissed at the movements, the pain between your legs even more present. “What happened?” Tom asked, running his hands through your hair.
“It hurts,” you sobbed, not knowing how to sit to ease the pain. Squeezing your legs together made it worse, but keeping them open was painful too.
“What hurts?” he asked.
You sniffed, trying to compose yourself so you didn’t sound like a blubbering idiot. You knew Tom wouldn’t judge you no matter what you said or did. That was one reason you loved him. “He wasn’t gentle,” you whispered. “And, and he didn’t prep me at all, but I didn’t want to stop him because I thought it’d be rude.”
Tom was quiet for a few moments, trying to let the words sink in. His heart broke at what you were implying. He knew you were a virgin, but you had always expressed to him that you wanted your first time to be special. He wasn’t judging you for losing it to some Tinder date, but it made him sad that you didn’t get the memorable first time you had always wanted.
“Are you bleeding?” he asked, his voice soft.
“Yeah,” you said back. “Hurts too much to get up and, and clean it.” Tom nodded in understanding, petting your hair comfortingly again.
“How about I run you a bath,” he said. “And while you’re in the tub, I’ll go get you some ice cream, okay? And we can watch some films for the rest of the night. Does that sound okay?”
“Yeah,” you choked out. “Thanks, Tommy." He nodded, kissed your forehead, and stood up from the bed to get a bath going in the bathroom. You stayed in the same position on the bed, doing your best to keep your tears in while you were alone.
“Alright, love,” Tom said when he came back in the room, crouching beside the bed so he was level with your face. He stroked your cheek with a soft smile. “Bath’s all ready. I put your favorite bath bomb in.” You managed to give him a smile back, but when you sat up, you frowned again at the ache between your legs. Tom licked his lips and gave you a tight, sad smile. “C’mere,” he said as he stood up straight and held his arms out to you. “I’ll carry you.”
You didn’t have the energy to argue with him, so you stuck your arms out and let him pick you up and carry you bridal style to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and knelt in front of you. “You want me to help you into the tub too?” he asked. You bit your lower lip and hung your head in shame.
“Do you mind?” you asked.
“Course not,” he said. “You take off your clothes, and I’ll lift you in.” You nodded and waited for him to turn his head so you could undress without his watchful eye. Not that it mattered, because he was literally about to lift your naked body into a bathtub. When your clothes were off, you muttered his name, so he turned to face you. He made sure to keep his eyes on yours rather than your body as much as he could as he hooked one arm under your knees and one around your back, lifting you up and setting you into the bathtub. He took your hair tie from your wrist and pulled your hair up into a ridiculously messy bun on the top of your head. You managed a soft smile as you sunk into the tub.
“Okay,” he said, petting the top of your head. “I’ll go pick you up some ice cream, yeah? You call me if you need anything, and I’ll come right back.”
“Okay,” you said. “Thank you.” He nodded, kissed your forehead, and left you alone in the bathroom.
When Tom got in his car, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to compose himself. God, when he found this son of a bitch, he wasn’t going to hold back. And he would find this son of a bitch. For now, he had to focus on helping you feel better. He drove to the store to pick up the ice cream he knew you liked, and on the way there, he found himself calling his mom.
“Hello, lovely,” she said when she picked up.
“Hey, Mum,” he said back. “Can-” He cleared his throat. “Can I talk to you about something kind of serious?”
“Of course,” she said. “What is it?” He hesitated, but knew his mom would be able to help. After all, mother knows best.
“(Y/N) called me and, and she had sex with someone, but it, it wasn’t good sex.” He was trying to keep out awkward, intimate details.
“She’s sore?” she asked.
“Mhm,” he hummed. “Like, really bad. And she was bleeding a little too.”
“Oh dear,” she sighed.
“Yeah,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the store. “I’m going to pick her up some ice cream, but I want to know what I should get to actually help her.”
“Well, there’s not much you can do, really,” she said with another sympathetic sigh. “As odd as it sounds, she might want to use an ice pack. And-” She paused. “-are you ready to be an adult about this, Thomas?”
“Mum, I called you about this,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “Lay it on me.”
She chuckled. “If you want to buy her some Vagisil moisturizing gel or something, it couldn’t hurt. Maybe some Midol.”
“Okay,” Tom said, letting out a heavy breath. “I can do that.”
“Good boy,” she said. He could hear her smile. “You’re very sweet to do this for her, Tom.”
“Thanks, Mum,” he said, a blush forming on his cheeks. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
They exchanged I-love-yous and goodbyes, and Tom hung up the phone. He was in and out of the grocery store fairly quickly (the most time was spent searching for the Vagisil) and headed back to your apartment as soon as he could.
You were still in the tub when Tom got back, so he set everything on the vanity in your bedroom and helped you out of the tub, wrapping a dry towel around your body. You both headed into your room, and you got out some pajamas to put on. Over the shorts and tank top, you pulled on a hoodie you had once stolen from Tom. He didn’t know, but it was your comfort hoodie. You wore it whenever you were sad or stressed because it made you feel safe.
“Um,” Tom said, rubbing the back of his neck as you crawled into bed, “I got you some stuff.”
“Stuff?” you repeated, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Yeah,” he said, fumbling with the grocery bag. “I got ice cream, and, and, uh, well, you said you were hurting, so, um-” He cleared his throat, and you couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he was. He dumped out the contents of the bag and revealed that he bought an ice pack, some Midol, and a small tube of Vagisil. Suddenly, you wanted to cry all over again. You sucked in your lower lip and looked up at Tom who immediately frowned. “Oh no,” he said. “I’m sorry. Did I overstep?”
“No, no,” you said, shaking your head. “This is just-” You took a shaky breath. “This is really sweet, Tommy. Thank you.”
Tom’s smile returned as he nodded once. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll go get spoons, you pick a film, okay?”
“Okay,” you said back. He took the ice pack to put in the freezer for a while, and you moved everything else to the bedside table. “Tom?” you called after him.
“Yeah?”
“Can you get me some water too?”
“Of course!”
You worked to open up the Midol which you did just as he came back with spoons and a water for you. You thanked him, downed two of the pills, and smiled as he plopped beside you on the bed. “Did you pick a film yet?” he asked, allowing you to sit between his legs and rest your back on his chest.
“No,” you said. “Something on Disney+ I think.”
“Whatever you want, love.”
You eventually settled on Monsters Inc. which Tom said was fine. Realistically, you knew he would’ve been okay with whatever you picked. Less than halfway through the film, you and Tom had already abandoned the ice cream, allowing it to melt slowly on the bedside table. One of you would put it away in the freezer before going to bed. As the minutes ticked on and the ache between your legs started to subside, you couldn’t help but think about Theo again. Tom must’ve noticed your shift in demeanor, because he rubbed your stomach with his thumbs and nudged your cheek with his nose. “Are you okay?” he asked. You hung your head and closed your eyes, not wanting to burst into tears all over again.
“Just wish I did it all different,” you whispered. He hesitated a moment.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked. You swallowed back the lump in your throat before speaking.
“We got back from dinner,” you told him, “and I invited him into my apartment.” You shook your head at the memories. “Everything happened so fast. We were kissing, and then, he was taking off his clothes and-” You couldn’t help it. Tears started to come again. You felt so sad and stupid and embarrassed and hurt and used. “-he didn’t even take off my dress. He didn’t touch me or anything. He just put on the condom and-” You cut yourself off with another shake of your head, figuring Tom got the picture. “It was over pretty quick, and he asked me if I came and I just said yes.”
“But you didn’t?” he asked.
“Of course I didn’t,” you mumbled, painfully aware of the shake in your voice. “He didn’t do anything to make me feel good at all. I feel so stupid.”
“You shouldn’t,” he said. “If anyone should feel stupid, it should be him. He’s clearly shitty at sex.” You giggled softly which made Tom smile and nudge his nose against your cheek again. You looked up at him. “I’m sorry your first time wasn’t more special,” he said. “I know you wanted it to be nice. And you deserved something nice.”
“It’s whatever,” you said dismissively. “Maybe I made a bigger deal out of it than I should’ve. I set my expectations too high.”
“No you didn’t,” Tom said. “You just wanted a good first time. That’s not asking too much. Hell, you didn’t even get to cum. You’re allowed to be upset about this.”
You scoffed. “Well, let’s just say I’m deleting Tinder, so I don’t see me getting anything better anytime soon. Not unless I meet some sex god at the office.” Tom sighed and kissed your temple.
“You’ll find someone better,” he mumbled against your skin. “I promise.”
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After the whole Theo fiasco, you deleted Tinder, deciding whatever game you wanted to call that just wasn’t for you. Everyday went by with the same routine. Wake up, work, come home, watch TV, go to bed, repeat. Eating was sprinkled in here and there, and you tried to change up your meals whenever you could for a little bit of variety. Otherwise, it was all very monotonous.
So when you got home on Friday and found a note taped to your front door, you were rightfully confused. You pulled it from the wall, let yourself into your apartment, and closed the door behind you with your foot as you ripped the envelope open.
(Y/N)-
We haven’t gotten dinner in a while. Wear something nice, and I’ll pick you up at 6:00! It’s gonna be great x
Tom
You pressed your lips into a tight line and held the note to your chest as you leaned against the door. Sometimes you hated Tom for doing stuff like this. He was such boyfriend material, but he would never be that. Did he have any idea what he did to you? How he made you feel? Probably not. You loved Tom, but he sure was thick sometimes.
It was already about 5:00, so you had to get ready pretty quickly. You put on a white, lace, bodycon dress and started to do your hair and makeup. Tom arrived before you were quite finished, but he let himself in. “(Y/N)?” he called.
“Bedroom!” you called back. He came in, and you caught his reflection in the mirror. He looked handsome, as expected: blue slacks, a white button-up, and brown shoes that matched his brown belt. You turned to look at him, your lips slightly parted. Before you could say anything-
“Wow,” he whispered. “You-” He chuckled. “Wow.”
“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. “Don’t be weird.”
“I’m not!” he said, matching your laugh. “I’m just saying. Wow. You look great.”
“Well thank you,” you said, walking up to him. You straightened his collar that was folded oddly. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You patted his chest and tried not to let your hands linger for too long. Tom stuck his arm out for you to take, which you did, and the two of you walked out to his car.
You and Tom had been going on friend dates for ages. Once he became famous, he loved treating you to fancy dinners whenever you both had time to spare. You on the other hand were a sucker for bowling nights and paintball tournaments. But nice restaurants were lovely too, and any time you could spend with Tom, you would take.
Dinner flowed as nicely as it always did when you were together. You chatted about your work, and he shared as many details of his newest project as he could. The whole time, you couldn’t help but feel like there was a weird tension in the air. Maybe tension wasn’t the right word. There was just something going on with Tom that you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t ask him about it until you left the restaurant. He invited you back to his place for drinks, and you obliged.
“Are you okay?” you asked him as he pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. “You seem a little off.”
“Off?” he repeated. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know,” you said. “Forget it.” Tom just chuckled and continued the drive down the street. When you arrived at his apartment, you knew for a fact something was going on with him, and you didn’t like how he was hiding it. “What is up with you, Tom?” you asked him. “I know something’s going on. I know you.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair as he closed the door behind the both of you when you got inside.
“You know I love you and care about you,” he said.
“Of course,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. “Why are you-”
“C’mere,” he said, taking your hand. Your eyebrows furrowed even deeper than they already were but allowed him to walk you over to his bedroom. When you walked in, your lips parted slightly in shock. He had a lamp light on and his essential oil diffuser (the one you bought him for Christmas) going, the soothing smell of lavender filling the room. On the bed -which was neatly made; a rare occurrence at Tom’s house- were rose petals. You turned to look at him, sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest. “There’s no pressure,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I couldn’t stop thinking about how unfair it is that your first time was so horrible. It should’ve been with someone special like you wanted. Someone who cares about you. And, well-” He sighed as if realizing he was fumbling around the point. “I want to make it up to you. I want to show you what good sex is supposed to be like.”
“You, y- you, uh,” you stuttered. “You want to have sex with me?” He licked his lips and took a step closer to you.
“No pressure,” he said. “No strings. Just good sex and the guarantee of at least one orgasm.”
You swallowed thickly. “At, at least one?” Tom smiled and nodded, then closed the distance between the two of you by wrapping his arms around you.
“At least one,” he repeated. He could tell you were hesitant by the way you were nibbling on your lower lip, so he stroked your cheek gently in an attempt to calm you down. “If you say yes and you change your mind while we’re doing it, that’s okay too. I’ll take it nice and slow for you.” He paused, licking his lips as he glanced down at yours, then up at your eyes again. “But if this is too weird, that’s fine. I just wanted to give you the chance to have great sex with someone who cares about you.”
You giggled a bit. “Are you saying you’re great at sex?”
“Mm,” he hummed with a smug smile. “I don’t want to brag, but I’ve never heard any complaints.” You melted into Tom’s touch as he pulled you a little closer and buried his face in your neck. “What do you say, darling?” he whispered, kissing your skin lightly. “You want me to make you feel good?” You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes as Tom sucked the skin of your pulse point, surely leaving a bruise.
“Yeah,” you whispered. You felt Tom smile before he pulled back to look at you. He pressed his forehead to yours and kissed your nose.
“Okay,” he said. “C’mere.” The two of you walked over to the bed, and Tom helped you move to the head of the bed. He sat in front of you with his legs crossed, and you mirrored his position. You tried to give him a strong smile, but you knew it came out small and nervous. He chuckled softly and put his hand on your cheek. “S’okay to be nervous,” he said. You bit your lip and nodded just as he started to lean forward and brush his lips against yours. You released your hold on your bottom lip and accepted his kiss, opening your mouth as soon as Tom traced his tongue across your lip. Already, this was different than when you were with Theo. It was like Tom was pouring his care into the kiss.
You put your arms over his shoulders and played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He started to lay you down on the bed, and you could feel your breathing pick up. Still, you kept your lips pressed to his. His tongue massaged against yours, and you held in your whimpers as best as you could. It got harder when he started trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. His mouth wasn’t muffling your noises, so you had to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. “Darling,” he whispered against your collarbone, “you look like an angel in this dress.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering closed.
“Can you lay on your stomach for me?” he asked. “Wanna unzip you.” You nodded and rolled over, and you swore you heard him hum as he put his hands on the back of your thighs. He ran them up your body, pausing to squeeze your ass which made you jump. He chuckled and moved to unzip the dress, kissing the skin that was exposed as he removed the fabric. You turned to sit up so he could pull the dress off you, and he licked his lips when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. Everything suddenly felt very real, and you moved to cover yourself. Tom frowned and shook his head. “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N),” he said. You hung your head, still feeling an odd sense of uncomfortableness, but Tom was having none of that. He lifted your head and kissed you again. He laid you down on the bed and started kissing down your neck. “How’re you doing?” he asked, feeling your erratic pulse against his lips.
“Just nervous,” you admitted. Because this was Tom. You could be honest with Tom.
“That’s okay,” he said, sucking your pulse point until a bruise formed and you whimpered. “‘S not gonna hurt, okay, love? ‘M just gonna use my mouth to start. Warm you up and make sure you’re ready for me.”
“Okay,” you whispered.
“And you let me know if anything doesn’t feel good,” he said. You nodded, and Tom kissed down your body, pausing to pay attention to each of your breasts. He sucked on each nipple until it was hard and extra sensitive to the touch. He smiled as he nipped at your bud until you whined and tugged your fingers through his hair. You could feel a pulsing between your legs, and you needed more. Tom could tell, because he smiled again and kissed down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, and you licked your lips and stared up at the ceiling. When you broke eye contact, he tucked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down your legs. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t say anything. Tom would take care of you. You had no doubts about that. If he said it wouldn’t hurt, you believed him.
Tom pushed your legs apart and brought his mouth down to your thighs, kissing each of them before placing his mouth on your opening. You gasped and put your hands in his hair, and you felt him smile. His thumbs dug into your thighs as he licked up your slit, avoiding contact with your clit. And as badly as you wanted him to touch you there, this was already feeling better than everything Theo had done to you. “Tom,” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut. “Feels so go-” You cut yourself off with a moan as Tom started swirling his tongue around your clit. “Oh Christ,” you muttered. “Tom!” He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, causing you to whine again and arch your back.
“Can I add a finger?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you gasped. “Yes. Please, Tom.” He nodded and sucked his finger in his mouth, then slowly eased it into your opening. “Ahh!” you moaned.
“You okay, love?” he asked.
“Mhm,” you hummed. He slowly started moving his finger, still keeping his mouth on your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut as he slid another finger inside you. The sudden change in fullness startled you in a good way. So this was what foreplay was supposed to feel like. Tom added another finger, and you swore you were in heaven. He could tell you were feeling good by the way your jaw was dropped but no noise was coming out. He smiled and curled his fingers a bit so that they grazed your g-spot perfectly. “Tom,” you whispered. “I, I’m-”
“Cum for me, darling,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
Your thighs squeezed around his hand as he flicked his tongue over your clit and moved his fingers faster in and out of you. In seconds, you were coming around his fingers with a soft cry as you dug your head into the pillow. Tom kissed your thighs and slowed his fingers down to help you ride out your high. When you caught your breath, you blinked your eyes open and looked down at him. He had a lazy smile on his face, and he kissed up your body until he got to your lips. “You want to keep going?” he asked. You nodded and lifted your head slightly to kiss him. He pulled back quickly and tugged his shirt over his head, then let his jeans and boxers follow.
His cock was more impressive than Theo’s. Longer. Thicker. If his foreplay wasn’t enough, you knew now that sex with Tom was about to be much better than it was with Theo. Tom reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, wasting no time rolling it onto his length with his lower lip tucked between his teeth. He pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of your head, and you gripped his biceps in your hands, your nails leaving little half moon shapes across his skin. “S’okay,” he whispered to you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “S’not gonna hurt, okay? I promise.” He leaned down to pepper gentle kisses across your face. “Do you trust me, love?” You nodded.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “Yeah. I trust you.”
Tom smiled and gripped his cock, lining himself up with your pussy. He guided himself in, inch by inch, kissing your neck and whispering words of encouragement into your ear as he did so. He was right. It didn’t hurt. In facte, it felt so fucking good, you wanted to cry. “Oh, Tom,” you muttered, your head tossing back. He kissed up the column of your neck, and you could feel a smile across his lips. Once he bottomed out, Tom paused, giving you time to adjust. You let out a shaky breath, and he moved his head so he could look in your eyes. He only hovered for a moment before pressing his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss as his tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting for dominance against yours. He stayed still until you wrapped your legs around his waist, silently encouraging him to move. He pulled his hips back and thrust them forward in a slow, smooth stroke. You cried out in pleasure, and Tom moved to kiss your neck again.
“Oh fuck, (Y/N),” he moaned. “How’s it feel?”
“Tom,” you cried. “Feels so good.” He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked two of them before sliding his hand between your bodies. His fingers found your clit right away, and he started rubbing fast circles, hoping to bring you close to that edge. He wanted more than anything to move faster, to pound into your tight cunt like it was all his -like you were all his- but he held back. This time couldn’t hurt you at all. He wouldn’t be like that other guy. He wanted you to remember this. To happily remember this. Even more than that, he wanted this to mean something.
He just wasn’t sure he was ready to admit that much yet.
You squeezed around his member, and Tom muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath and moved his hips a little faster. “You’re close,” he said. It was a statement. Not a question. Like he already knew your body better than you did.
“Yeah,” you confirmed. “‘M close.”
He let his hand move at the same pace as his hips -faster and faster, bringing you closer and closer to climaxing. “Tom,” you cried. “I’m, I’m gonna, oh.”
You squeezed your eyes shut and came, squeezing so tightly he came right after. He moaned your name in your ear, slowing the movement of his hips to help you ride out your high. You gripped his hair in your fists, and he started kissing your neck again. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Did you know that? Do you know how beautiful you are?” He pulled back so he could look in your eyes, then brushed his knuckles across your cheek again.
“Thanks, Tom,” you whispered. He smiled and pulled out of you, frowning as soon as you winced.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m okay.” He smiled softly and kissed your cheek, then pushed himself out of bed.
“Want you to go to the bathroom, okay?” he said. “Then we can go to bed.” You nodded, your head feeling a little hazy, then got out of bed. Tom watched with a soft smile as you trotted off to the bathroom. While you were gone, he changed the sheets, put on some clean boxers, and got you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to wear to bed. You were back in a few moments, your hair now up in a bun and your makeup off your face. You gave him a sheepish smile, your arms folded awkwardly across your chest, and he smiled back. “I got you some clothes,” he told you. “You’re staying the night, yeah?”
“If that’s okay,” you said, hanging your head a bit.
“Course,” Tom said. You smiled, then took the clothes he offered you and changed. By the time you were dressed, Tom was under the covers. You got into bed beside him, and turned on your side to face him. “So,” he said, reaching out to stroke your cheek again, “how was that?”
You giggled. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
He chuckled. “It’s always good to hear the compliments out loud.” You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a shove. Your expression shifted a bit.
“How was I?” you asked. He gave you a soft smile.
“You were perfect, love,” he said. “Best I ever had.”
“Shut up,” you said. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying!” he said. “I’ve ever had sex with someone I-” He cut himself off, his smile dropping a bit. “It’s just different.”
“With someone you what?” you asked. Tom swallowed, and you could sense something that looked like nerves in his eyes. “What?” you pressed, a giggle passing your lips. “What’s on your mind?” He sighed and sat up, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and mimic his position.
“(Y/N),” he said, “I love you.”
Your response was immediate.
“What?”
“I love you,” he repeated. “And, and I care about you so much. When, when you said sex with that douchebag was so bad, I wanted it to be better for you. You deserve something better than that. I really mean that. But, but what I didn’t tell you was that it was also, it was a way for me to-” He sighed, clearly annoyed with himself. “I wanted to sleep with you because I love you. I, I saw this as a chance to, to be with you the way I want to be with you. And I know how wrong that is. I know how messed up that sounds, but-”
“You love me?” you said. You were still having a hard time processing the admission. He just sighed and nodded. Before he could say anything else -and he looked like he was going to say something else- you closed the small space between the two of you in a kiss. He jumped, but the shock wore off quickly, and he rested his hand on your cheek. He smiled beneath the kiss, and you smiled back. When you pulled away, you kept your foreheads pressed together. “I love you too,” you whispered. “And, honestly, I wish my first time had been with you, but, but I’m glad you made this one count.”
“Yeah,” he said with a small chuckle. “Me too. And don’t you worry-” He pressed a kiss to your nose. “-all the times after this are gonna be just as good.”
“Yeah?” you giggled. “Promise?”
“Oh yeah,” he said with a grin. “I promise.”
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Sugar Punch - Chapter 23
*Warning Adult Content*
- Theo -
When I woke up, I woke up in bed alone but I smelled food coming from the kitchen and voices.
I instantly recognised Maddox's voice but there were two other voices I didn't recognise as they complained about something coming from the TV.
Did he have his friends over?
Wait. What time was it?
I reach over and grab my phone from the bedside table and see that it's seven a.m. in the morning and it was a Thursday and it was also my birthday, today was the day I was turning nineteen.
My birthday and I hadn't received a single text or phone call from my parents, despite the messages I had sent them, about where I was and what has happened but I have still got nothing from them.
Did they really not care about me, now that their marriage was over?
I always thought they didn't care about me, from hardly being home or never wanted to spend time with me or from the way they never asked how my day was.
I always thought it was normal, until I saw how other parents treated their kids, I probably should've known then that my family were different from normal people's family.
My parents weren't caring or loving, they came and went like roommates, not caring if I one day packed and never came back.
One thing that I noticed was an email from my bank, a payment from my dad, saying how he sent me money labelled 'apartment' and nothing more.
So, he really did give me money for a place, he had all this time to do that but no time to phone call me to tell me?
Suddenly, the bedroom door opens, making me almost jump out of my skin, surprised.
"Did you just wake up?" Maddox asks, coming into the bedroom, wearing a pair of shorts and a plain black t-shirt.
He looked so good in the morning, it was hard to pull my eyes away as he walked in, barefoot and showing the tattoos not only on his legs but feet.
"Yeah," I say, as he smiled down at me, holding his hand out for me to take.
It was starting to get embarrassing how he was treating me, almost like I was a girl, it made it hard to look him in the eye and I know it's because I still felt shy, despite everything we've done.
I move from the bed without his help and stood up on my feet, I was wearing the ugliest pair of Spiderman shorts and one of Maddox's t-shirts because mine were all packed away at the bottom of my suitcase.
"I made breakfast, so you woke up just on time," he says, as he signalled for me to follow him, as he left his bedroom.
Following behind him, I see two other men, equally intimidating in their own right as they ate from a plate as they sat on the sofa, watching what looked like a cooking show on TV.
Then, their eyes shifted to mine, as I followed Maddox to the kitchen, a curious gaze that made me feel nervous, I was the only one here that looked like he didn't belong and in many ways I didn't.
I had nothing in common with these people, who had impressive careers, money and were good-looking with a great figure and lots of tattoos.
"Here," Maddox says, handing me a plate. "Even though I'm not your trainer anymore, you should still eat a healthy breakfast."
I blush hard as I nod my head and follow him to the sofa, to sit down next to him, ignoring the looks of the two smirking guys as they watched me and Maddox pass them.
"Hey," one guy says to me as I sit down. "Do you remember me?" he asks.
I look at him and then Maddox, nervous.
"Um... I don't really..."
Who was he?
"Why would he remember you?" Maddox rolled his eyes and dug into his food.
"Because I'm the handsome one," the other guy scoffed, leaning forward and grinning at me. "I'm Mad's cousin, Aiden, I was the one who drove you to the hospital with Mads."
The hospital?
Was he there that day also?
I didn't remember anything from then, it almost felt like a dream when I saw Maddox that day, I didn't recognise anyone else but now that I think about it... there was someone else there.
So, this is Maddox's cousin.
They looked... nothing alike.
"Oh," I say, smiling awkwardly. "Thank you..."
What do I say in this situation?
I wish nobody saw me in that state, not only was it humiliating but it made me feel more like a loser than I already was.
"Pretty intense day, glad you're doing alright now, you had us worried for a second there," he says, making me smile for some reason, once I see Maddox shift beside me.
"I'm Mads trainer and good friend, Jordan." the other guy, Jordan says, leaning forward with his hand out in front of me.
I shake his hand, nervously as I leaned forward, putting my plate beside me.
"Nice to meet you," I say, before sitting back down.
This was so awkward... they must have so many questions as to why I was inside the great Maddox Zane's house... a geeky, skinny and beat up kid but they didn't say anything, if anything, they were being nice.
"So," Aiden clears his throat, gaining my attention. "You're taking over Chris's place...that sucks man, why don't you just let him crash here, Mads?"
I eat quietly as Maddox leans forward and puts his plate on the coffee table in front of us, already eaten his breakfast.
"You're both fucking, aren't you?" he suddenly said, as I choked on a piece of bacon.
Oh my God.
What did he just say?
I literally cannot breathe from how random and sudden he came out with it, like it was so casual.
"Shit," Maddox hissed out, patting my back as I cough out. "Are you okay?"
I nod my head as Maddox hands me a glass of water, which I drink greedily as it helps my sore throat from feeling like it was burning, from the piece of bacon that went down the wrong hole.
Maddox glared at his cousin, with his hand on my back as Aiden shrugs out.
"What? It's not like it's a secret."
Jordan laughs out, as Aiden nods his head, agreeing.
"So, what, you're both keeping it low key or what is this?"
I didn't know where to look or what to say, I felt my face get hot as I felt all eyes in the room suddenly on me, the air felt thick until Maddox sighed beside me.
"Stop teasing him or leave..." he says, sitting back, his eyes filled with amusement once I look at him.
"You're welcome to stay if you want Theo, I just figured you'd like your own space once you start university," he says to me, looking at me as I swallowed hard.
I didn't know what he was trying to say, he was the one who helped me find a place to crash but now it was almost like he wanted me to stay... which felt weird.
Maddox made it perfectly clear that whatever we were was new and he didn't want to label it... so what was happening right now?
Even so, it was tempting, his apartment was high end and I felt comfortable here but with the money my dad gave me, it was enough to find a place of my own and I was desperate to not depend on anyone.
Especially not Maddox.
"Thanks but my own place is probably better," I say, smiling awkwardly as the room falls silent.
"B-Besides." I add, smiling more confidently this time, looking around the room. "I'm nineteen now... I should have my own place..."
"Today's your birthday?" Aiden asked, his eyes wide as I nodded my head. "Damn. Happy birthday, man."
"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Maddox grunts, getting up from the sofa, grabbing our plates to take to the kitchen.
"I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Nineteen's an awesome age," Jordan said, before cringing. "Man, I feel so old saying that."
I laugh along with Aiden and watched silently as they both got into conversation about when 'they were that age' as they brought up something that happened in the past.
Maddox had put the dishes in the dishwasher and washed his hands, it was hard to not watch someone like Maddox move around a kitchen and make it look incredible, like I was living in a movie and living someone else's life, seeing things I shouldn't be seeing.
My birthday has never been something to celebrate, I can't remember a time where I enjoyed it, every year I simply sat online with my gaming friends and they gifted me games, other than that and talking to my gaming friends online, I spent it by ordering pizza and staying in my room.
Not wanting to think too much about it, I get up from where I was sitting and walk past Aiden and Jordan, now talking about some girl they liked back in high school, as I head for the bathroom.
I catch Maddox looking at me, so I mouth 'toilet' and he nods his head and watches me go as I kept my head down shyly on my way to his bathroom.
I still felt awkward around him but I just couldn't help it, I was still a stranger in his house but now it felt long overdue for my time to leave, I felt like I was intruding in his life and I'm pretty sure his friends thought so too.
Once I get to the bathroom, I do my business and then wash my hands, suddenly a there's a knock on the bathroom door which makes me freeze for a few seconds, before I go and unlock it.
Opening the door, Maddox stands there, before pushing himself inside the bathroom and closing the door behind him, making me stare up at him anxiously.
What is he doing?
"Maddox?" I say, staring at him as he comes closer to me, until he boxes me in next to the bathroom sink, then leaned down and put his head on my shoulder, sighing out then leaning back, to look at me.
"How's your leg?" he asks, looking down at my leg, that still hurts but not enough to make it hard to walk.
"It feels better," I say, turning my leg to the side, seeing only an ugly large bruise on my leg, from where Eric kicked me repeatably.
"It doesn't hurt as much as before."
Maddox's face was hard as he stared at it, almost like he wanted to say something about it but after a few moments of silence, he looked back at me and smiled.
"Nineteen huh?" he asked, looking me over, his hand reaching out to run his fingers through my long messy hair.
"How about we head out and get you a fresh cut? And some clothes that actually fit you," he suggested. "It will be my birthday gift to you."
He wanted to take me out for a haircut?
That's...
"What about your um... friends?" I asked, making him shrug.
"They're leaving in a second and I don't need to train for another four hours, so if you want, we can head out now, then I can drop you at Chris's when we're done."
A morning of shopping with Maddox Zane?
What is going on right now?
As much as I needed haircut and new clothes, could I just accept something this big from him, as a gift?It was strange, why did he want to do this nice thing for me?
A part of me was hopeful it was because he fancied me too but right now it was too painful to think about.
I was ready to get my heart broken by a guy... definitely not Maddox.
"Alright, thanks, Maddox," I smiled weakly, making Maddox nod slowly as his eyes capture mine, before going to open the bathroom door but freezing once his hand wraps around the handle.
Maddox suddenly moved away from the door, he turned around and pulled me into him roughly and pressed his lips against mine, it was so sudden that I felt like I got whiplash from his lips as he pressed them against mine.
His lips were rough and dominating, it all happened so fast that it ended as fast as it started, as he let go of me, before kissing me on the lips again, only it felt more like a peck, even though, it was enough to make my thoughts scramble and for my stomach to twist in knots.
How can he just kiss me for no reason like that?
It felt so good but I didn't know what it meant but... damn he was a good kisser and I liked kissing him.
"A kiss for the birthday boy," he simply said, smiling handsomely at me, before leaving the bathroom, leaving me stood there feeling like a hot pile of goop.
My God... I felt faint, as I stare at the spot where he stood, leaning back against the sink for support.
I can still feel his lips against mine as I touched my lips with my fingertips, the sensation, the raw passion and his strong manly scent lingering in the air from where he stood moments ago.
Dammit... there's no denying the beating in my heart anymore, it's beating like crazy and like never before, this feeling... damn, this feeling just won't go away.
I'm falling in love with Maddox.
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