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wlntrsldler · 2 months

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poisoned mercury | end up here

a/n: i'm going FERALLLLLLL over this chapter. enjoy poisoned mercury's debut album hehe.

iv. end up here by 5sos

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“your band name doesn’t even make any sense,” you argued, eyes narrowing at the boy in front of you.

luke crashed your secret spot, again, and refused to let you smoke in silence until you gave him a detailed explanation of how your day went. he knew you didn’t smoke every day, only on days that were particularly hard. he noticed that your bad days always had something to do with your dad, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to bring that up.

anyway, you got fed up with his badgering and that stupid smirk on his face because he knew you were about to crack, and decided that if he was going to act like a toddler, you would too. hence, why you were now bringing up his band name.

luke took offense to that because he thought the band name was cool. he was the one to suggest it. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let his hurt show on his face, “what do you mean? poisoned mercury is a sick name.”

“mercury is already poisonous. your band name is like redundant or some shit.”

“then why did so many people in history ingest it?” luke asked, recalling the one thing he remembered from his high school history class before he dropped out. he took a drag from his cigarette, turning his body a bit so the wind didn’t blow the smoke directly in your face.

“they fucking died, castellan,” you replied, deadpan.

“oh,” he blinked, staring off, “i didn’t know that.”

you rolled your eyes, a habit that you’ve picked up whenever you were with him and sat back down on the bench. luke joined you, silent as he thought about what you just said. he really needed to stop zoning out during lessons, but since he was already out of high school, he guessed it didn’t matter anymore.

as much as you hate to admit it, luke castellan was growing on you. sure, he got on your nerves like nobody else– the boy just doesn’t quit– but, he wasn’t half as bad as you originally thought. not that you’d ever tell him that though.

when you got back to the cabin last week after helping with concert prep, the cabin was spotless. there were no empty red bull cans in sight, the table tops were free of crumbs, floor vacuumed and mopped, and there was even a candle burning on the counter. you approached your bedroom door to find a post-it on the handle. luke’s messy writing was smudged around the corners, but you could still make out what it said.

“five star,

i snitched on the boys and my mom will have a stern talk with them about their cleanliness. can’t promise that people will stop talking about me, but i can promise you won’t have to live in the dojo casa house mojo or whatever it was.

ps i’m using the spot tomorrow, just thought i should let you know. maybe we can set up a calendar for reservations.

luke :)”

the cabin hasn’t been as messy since. whatever may castellan told the boys worked like a charm. there was still the occasional trash, but nothing crazy. it smelled better in the cabin too, still like a boy, but it smelled like expensive cologne more than anything. cedarwood and pine.

and thankfully, the luke castellan hype train was starting to run out of steam, with many people finally realizing that he was also just a human being and the surprising revelation that luke castellan was not entertaining anyone during his time at camp helped with it as well. you still heard whispers about him here and there, but you were glad the topic of conversation was beginning to switch to something else.

you and luke walked to the gym and back home every morning together. he and the boys sat with you and clarisse during meals. they tagged along for music lessons and spoke to the kids, which they really appreciated. they helped the older campers with writing music, luke particularly. you’d been around a few musicians in your life and many of them only kissed ass when your dad was around, but poisoned mercury was different. they were passionate about their music. that was clear.

after a conversation with clarisse, where she managed to convince you that not all musicians are like your ex, you began to let loose a little bit. you hung out with the boys more, partly as an excuse so clarisse could hang out with chris without causing too much suspicion, and found that you actually enjoyed their company. and luke castellan? well, he wasn’t half bad. that doesn’t mean he got off easy though.

you took a hit of your vape, facing him, “are you done interrogating me?”

“for now, yeah,” he smiled as you shook your head. “are you coming to the concert tonight?”

“well, i did help organize it.”

“a simple yes would’ve sufficed, five star,” luke teased, relighting his cigarette. it was burning unevenly and luke was never one to waste his cigarettes. “you gonna watch us play?”

“don’t have a choice. dad wants me there the whole time.”

“you can act a little excited,” luke ran a hand through his curls, “we are pretty good, you know.”

“i know,” you hummed. the sun was beginning to set and there was a slight breeze in the air. goosebumps formed on your skin, the t-shirt and denim shorts you wore didn’t offer much comfort. you shivered, “i have listened to your music.”

“are you cold?”

your teeth chattered, but you shook your head, “i’m fine.”

luke took off his hoodie, tossing it in your direction, “take it.”

“no,” you tossed it back to him, “told you i’m good.”

always so stubborn, luke thought.

“if you catch a cold, that’s not on me,” he placed the hoodie on the bench between the two of you. “which songs have you listened to?”

“kilby girl, of course. it played on the radio so much when you guys first dropped it,” you said, remembering the days where you and your hometown friends would blast it in the car. it reminded you of high school, reckless decisions, life-long memories, and the thrill of knowing you were going to be playing the sport you’d worked so hard to excel in at a d1 level in the fall. you looked at him, sincerity in your eyes, “i really like family line. it might be my favorite.”

luke’s eyebrows shot up. not many people talked about family line. it was probably their least streamed song. they never performed the song on tour because it was difficult for luke to sing it. it was a personal song to him. it was inspired by his relationship with his father, or lack thereof.

when poisoned mercury first got signed to olympus records, luke sent a message to his dad on facebook. luke hadn’t tried to contact him since he was ten, not since his father returned his letter to him unopened, no response but a “return to sender” stamp plastered over the envelope. but after the small congratulatory party his mom set up for the band after they signed, luke felt like a little kid again, a kid who wanted to share the great news with his dad, so he found his dad on facebook, made an account, and sent him a message.

he didn’t get a reply, which was expected, but it felt good for a second to pretend that he had a father to tell his good news to. luke thought he didn’t care about whether or not his dad was proud of him, but when his message went from “sent” to “read” a few days later, he was brought back to those moments in his life when he cried and wondered why he wasn’t enough to make his dad stay. he wrote family line in one sitting, on his bed in his bedroom in connecticut, looking at the little league medals on his wall that seemed to mock him.

he originally didn’t want it on the album because he felt like it didn’t fit the vibe of the rest of the songs and that it was too real, too vulnerable for a debut album, but then he played it for his mom and she loved it. she cried when she first heard it and luke knew that even if people didn’t like the song, he was going to put it out for his mom.

“huh,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, “wasn’t expecting that one. thought you’d be more of a crash my car type of girl.”

“i like that too,” you shrugged, “but family line. that song. i don’t think i have the words to describe it.”

“thanks, five star,” luke looked down at his feet, taking a puff from his dying cigarette. “that’s my mom’s favorite, too.”

“did you write it?”

luke nodded, looking to face you. there was a new expression on your face, one that you’d never used with him before. it was a mix of disbelief and awe. he tried not to get offended that you didn’t think he could write something like family line, but he couldn’t blame you. he didn’t really portray the type of person who would be able to be that raw and vulnerable on a song. “me and trav write the lyrics for our songs, mostly. chris and connor help too, but the bulk of the lyrics are me.”

“you need to stop doing that.”

he cocked his head to the side, crushing the cigarette butt on the hardware of the bench, “doing what?”

“surprising me,” you shook your head, “i don’t like it.”

“i don’t know what to tell you,” he chuckled, leaning back on the bench. he looked out into the lake, watching the sun disappear behind the mountains, “i have layers. you just gotta give me a chance.”

“how do you do it?” you sat criss cross on the bench, leaning against the arm rest. “how do you write like that?”

you’d always been curious about music, even if you weren’t good at it. your dad was never one to answer your questions, especially because you were interested in lyrics more than anything, and that wasn’t his forte.

luke mimicked your actions, “i dunno. personal experience, i guess?”

you frowned, thinking about the lyrics of family line. luke never talked about his dad, but spoke highly of his mom. was family line based on his own life? if it was, his dad was an asshole.

you relented to the cold, grabbing the hoodie that he left in between the two of you. you ignored the triumphant smile on his face when you draped the sweater over your bare legs, shielding them from the wind chills.

he continued, “sometimes things happen to me that get me worked up and i have to write a song about it. sometimes, it’s based on my imagination. it depends.”

you wanted to ask him about his dad, but you didn’t know if he considered you guys friends yet. it’s not like you made it easy for him anyway. you could deal with the banters and annoyance, but you didn’t want to push him to talk about something he wasn’t ready to. you could be a dick, but you weren’t cruel.

you changed the subject, “okay, let’s play a game.”

“21 questions?” luke bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. he waggled his eyebrows, dodging your arm that reached out to smack him.

“you’re gross,” you gagged, knowing the implications of the game, “no, i’m gonna ask about the songs on your album and you tell me if it’s real life or from your imagination.”

“alright, go for it five star,” he beamed, propping his elbows on his crossed knees. he loved talking about music with anyone. he could go on and on for hours.

“18.”

“real,” luke snorted, remembering the first time travis pitched the idea for the song to the band, “but not my experience. it was trav. he met this girl at one of our gigs in new york, right after we got signed, and he was obsessed. she was a freshman at nyu and she kept telling him he was too young for her, even though she was just less than a year older. trav was hooked.”

you could picture it. it was definitely something travis would do. “okay, another one of my favorites. only angel?”

“not real,” luke shook his head, a slight blush creeping up on his face. “if you tell anyone, five star, i will vehemently deny it, but i had a crush on jade west from victorious and i wrote it about her.”

there was something about jade west that made luke like a love-sick puppy. ignoring the fact that she was hot, her attitude was something that luke was attracted to. she had a tough exterior and acted like she didn’t care about people, but she had her moments where she was soft and kind to the people she cared about the most. luke liked that. the idea that someone could be sensitive but only to the people they deemed worthy.

he’d spent so much of his life trying to be worthy, in whatever way the stage of his life defined it, and he craved it– a pat on the back, an approval, a confirmation that he was worthy of it.

you threw your head back laughing, surprised by his ridiculous confession. the sound of your laughter rang across the woods, making luke smile. your voice echoed throughout the trees and he his senses were surrounded by you. it hit luke like a truck.

he sucked in a breath, taking out his phone. he jolted from his seat for more than one reason. “shit, five star. we gotta go.”

you took out your phone too, checking the time. your eyes widened as you got up from your seat. you threw his hoodie over to him, “fuck, we’re late.”

the two of you raced out of the woods, arriving to the concert venue with flushed faces and rapid breaths. you could feel clarisse’s knowing eyes on you as you got ready for the concert. you tried your best to ignore it. you were going to deal with that later.

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“and for the final event, i know you guys are looking forward to this one,” your dad laughed into the mic. the sun was long gone and there were disco lights illuminating the stage. a smoke machine was on either corner, making it difficult to see the bottom half of the stage. you and clarisse stood in the front row, listening to the deafening cheers of the campers. “ladies and gents, welcome poisoned mercury!”

the screams got louder which you didn’t even know was possible. travis entered the stage first, sticking his tongue out as he expertly twirled his drumsticks around his fingers. connor came in next, smiling and waving at the crowd as he plugged his guitar into the amp. chris walked in with his bass strapped around his neck, eyes immediately finding clarisse and sending her a shy smile. you nudged her teasingly, enjoying the way she blushed under the lights.

then luke castellan walked in. he ditched his hoodie and t-shirt and walked in with a white tank top on, messing with the curls on his head. he tugged on the silver necklace around his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd. he threw a wink to the group of the older girls in the back, turning to travis to let out a laugh at their reaction. the lights on the boys were blinding and a thin layer of sweat already began to form on their skin despite the bite to the air.

luke took center stage, picking up his guitar. he leaned over directly in front of you, fingers pretending to mess with the wires connecting his guitar to the speakers, “hey, five star.”

he straightened his back before you could reply. clarisse’s eyes darted between you and the boy, now nudging you like you did to her earlier. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the rest of the boys as luke began talking on the mic.

“what’s up, camp half blood?” luke screamed into the mic. the crowd roared. “we’re poisoned mercury and we are so happy to be with you guys here this summer. before we close out this awesome concert, i wanna introduce our lovely band.”

“on drums, we have the one and only, travis stoll!” luke turned around to applaud travis as he did a little drum solo, head banging as he hit the drums. he turned to connor, “on lead guitar, we have the amazing connor stoll!”

connor strummed his guitar, leaning over on the left side to soak in the applause of the crowd. the girls beside you swooned as he unleashed one of his award-winning smiles.

luke faced chris, “and on bass, we have my very best friend in the entire world, my 4lifer, chris rodriguez!” clarisse cheered loudly for chris as he played a tune on his bass, mouthing, “love you, brother,” to luke as he played. the crowd quited for a second as luke addressed them again, “and my name is luke castellan. we’re poisoned mercury!”

you turned around to look at the crowd. the size of the crowd tripled when the boys got on stage. everyone had a smile on their face, excited to hear them play.

“the song we’ll be singing for you guys today is from our debut album,” luke adjusted his mic on the stand. he got closer to it, lips touching the metal, “this is only angel.”

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at their song choice. this was not the song they were supposed to sing. they’d been rehearsing kilby girl for the past week. luke saw your reaction, laughing along with you.

the instrumentals began and you nearly missed the beat drop because of the cheers from the crowd. as the song progressed, the boys were one with the music. you watched luke sing, working the crowd like a pro. his skin glistened under the spotlight, beads of sweat tricking down the side of his face. he approached chris when the chorus started, dragging his mic stand with him. he swung his guitar around so it rested on his back as he sang the lyrics. his curls were sticking to his forehead, eyebrows raised in glee as he performed.

you couldn’t take your eyes off the lead singer, not even when the rest of the band had their own solos in the song. your eyes were glued on luke; how his adam’s apple was on full display as he threw his head back, getting lost in the music, how his arms flexed as he wrapped the mic cord around his fist, how his thin tank top stuck to his body and how it raised when he lifted his arm up to bring the mic closer to his lips. you saw the outline of his abdomen and his v-line.

but what really got you was his face. he looked at peace on stage, a wide smile on his face, full lips pink and glossy as he licked them in between verses. he looked incredible up there, like that was where he belonged. he was born to be on stage like this.

“fuck,” you mumbled, applauding at the end of their song. luke’s eyes found yours as he sang the last bit of the song, smiling at you. you hoped clarisse couldn’t hear you talk to yourself. you looked down at your feet, tugging nervously on the collar of your shirt, “i get it now.”

#frances writes #poisoned mercury #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke pjo #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson

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herozdiary · 1 month

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Tired

Francis X reader

The sound of crickets filled the bedroom as you cuddled in deeper into the fluffy duvet you owned. it was a long week with multiple doppelgängers trying to get it.

Most people started to install special needed security just incase the person they shared an apartment with wasn’t really who they were. of course you saw that was silly and wasn’t needed and you knew if Francis wasn’t the real one, You could just smack him with a metal bowl.

But something you began to pick up on was Francis’s lack of sleep. His eye bags were deeper and he would have to get picked up early because he kept falling asleep on the job.

His boss gave him the rest of the week off to just rest and you agreed to that. You made him take naps wherever like the couch or even on the floor if that was where he wanted to lay. you always vacuumed that area and set down pillows and sheets for him to lay on.

But tonight was no different. you thought about making him melatonin cookies but didn’t wanna risk it. So you just told him to take one and he agreed. Not much was done by the time both of you went to bed.

Besides Francis laying awake to you. He was knocked out the second he hit the pillow so what caused him to wake up in the middle of the night?

He didn’t know himself. He was worried it was gonna affect you as you cared about him so much. He didn’t wanna get up so he thought about different things. counting sheep was something he tried and it did work once but he would steal end up waking up and repeating the cycle.

You stirred around before turning over. "Can't sleep?"You ask. Francis nods before letting out a groan. "It's like torture. i dont know what it is but i need it to go away before i lose my mind."He said as he looked at you.

"Maybe you should make yourself warm milk "You said as you sat up. Francis looked at you before shaking his head. "That would make me shit a lot " Francis said as he sat up and yawned while stretching.

" How about we make a visit to the doctor tomorrow, See what they can do about it or what they think would be best for you " You suggested as you gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. Francis nodded as he plopped back down.

" That would be nice. I should have done that a while ago " He said as he laid his head on your chest. Your hand instantly began to play in his hair as you let out a small hum. "I'll call in the morning. Try to get some sleep dear" you said as you pulled the covers over Francis and you before kissing the top of his head.

Francis was lucky to have you by his side, always taking care of him and looking out for him. He would be lost without you.

#video game x reader #character x you #not my neighbor x you #not my neighbor x reader #not my neighbor #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x reader

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phantom-0-writer · 7 months

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prompt 03: angry colors

inspired by this post abt dick

tbh idr like this that much but it was a real big brain itch so i thought i'd air it out

Dick came back to his apartment much later than he intended, losing track of time while he was tracking a lead he had gotten for a case. He sighed as he slipped through the window of his apartment, taking off his domino ready to face the mess he knew he had left the apartment as. But when he turned into the kitchen the dishes that had been piling up in the sink were gone, and the sink was even cleaned and shining in a way Dick hadn’t seen it ever do. Instinctively he checked the cabinets to check if he had been robbed, but the dishes were inside, clean, dry and put away.

Confused, Dick opened the fridge to get a cold glass of water only belatedly remembering he had forgotten to fill the jug up in his rush to get to work that morning. But there it was, full of water, the frost around the glass providing evidence it had been in there for at least a few hours. Maybe past-Dick had done him a favor that present-Dick had forgotten about.

Gulping down the cold water, Dick headed towards the bathroom to freshen up and change into comfy sweats. The bathroom was through the living room, where he knew he would find a tower of pizza boxes weeks old, and crumbs would crunch under his feet. There was a pile of dirty laundry that was left in his bathroom floor that he should probably take care of, but Dick couldn’t find the energy in himself to put in the effort.

“Maybe tomorrow.” Dick mumbled to himself for the 5th time that week, as he trudged through his apartment. His crystal clean apartment. There were vacuum marks on the carpet, no pizza boxes, and the pillows on the couch had been arranged and fluffed. The flowers Kory had given him were pruned and placed beautifully in a glass vase he knew hadn’t been there that morning. The TV was on, he noticed, his current show ready to play at the press of a button, and remote placed on the corner of the sofa he always sat at.

“What is happening?” Dick asked himself out loud, befuddled. He checked the room for cameras or listening devices. Nothing.

Alfred wasn’t the type to drop by for a surprise visit and leave without telling Dick.

The bathroom was also a victim to whatever happened to the rest of his apartment. The floor had been mopped, the clothes were gone, the toilet, shower, and sink were clean and organized. There was even a clean towel and Dick’s favorite lounge set ready folded by the shower. The grime on Dick’s body felt out of place in the pristine apartment.

Dick would definitely be looking the gift horse in the mouth. But maybe it could wait after he showered.

While he showered, Dick let his mind wander. He thought about the strange newfound cleanliness of the apartment, wondering what or why it could’ve been. Was this another Tim situation? Something nagged at the back of Dick’s mind, something important, but he couldn’t remember what.

That something important was in the living room, head snapping in Dick’s direction as the bathroom door opened, and standing at attention.

Holy shit. Dick forgot he had a kid. He’d forgotten a whole child was living with him now.

Oh, he was such a dick.

“I didn’t hear the door so I didn’t know you were home yet.” The boy- Daniel - rushed to explain when he caught Dick’s eyes on him.

Still grappling with the fact that he had fully forgotten there was a child he was supposed to be taking care of now, Dick said the first reasonable response that came to mind. “I used the window,” Daniel already knew about Dick’s night job as Nightwing thanks to the circumstances Dick had found him under.

Dick wasn’t sure why that answer had elicited a panicked apology from the 8 year old. But Dick wasn’t sure what had happened to Daniel before he had found him, but apparently they would have to dig into that at 4:30 AM. Maybe Dick should call off work tomorrow.

Dick tried to get closer to Daniel but when his shoulders seemed to go impossibly more stiff, Dick took the sign to stay in his spot and kneeled on one leg so he would be face level with Daniel. “Daniel,” Dick made sure his voice was calm and inviting but the boy still flinched, “Did you clean the apartment?”

“Yes, sir.” There was fear in Daniel’s eyes that Dick couldn’t help but be concerned by, but his voice was even when he spoke.

“Why?” Dick asked calmly, making sure to keep his body language open.

Daniel looked startled by the question, eyes darting over Dick trying to find the answer he thought Dick was looking for. When he couldn’t find it he looked around the room. Dick watched him, waiting for his response. “Because,” Daniel started hesitantly, voice shaking slightly, “Because it was dirt- messy.” his voice was a whisper as he spoke.

“But you didn’t make that mess, so why did you clean it?” Dick prompted, fearing for where he could see this conversation going.

“So you- so that-” Daniel looked like he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond.

“I want you to be honest, Daniel. You won’t get in trouble.” Dick added quietly.

Daniel tried to decipher if he was lying, a familiar analytical look in his eyes. After a long moment Dick wondered if he just wouldn’t respond. But when Daniel answered, it hadn’t been at all what he had been expecting. “So that you wouldn’t be angry at me.”

Coupled with his earlier fumble of forgetting the kid, Dick felt like he had just been gutted. “What?” Dick heard himself say. Daniel looked alarmed at the reaction, so Dick spoke again quickly. “I’m not angry at you Danny,” a nickname he had given the boy slipped onto his tongue, “I’m not angry at all why would you think so?”

Tears were beginning to well in Daniel’s eyes, “You are angry.” He sounded scared, his voice wobbly.

“I promise I’m not angry. Or mad. Or annoyed. Or irritated.” Dick reassurances seemed to do nothing for the boy. The reservoir under Daniel’s eyes was getting fuller, threatening to spill. So he tried a different approach, “What makes you think I’m angry, Danny?”

“Because the-” Daniel tried to find the words, so Dick waited. “Your heart has angry colors.” He finally said.

Dick tried to decipher what that meant. Angry colors? He’d have to circle back to that later. “So you cleaned the apartment because you thought I was angry?” Dick summarized.

Daniel nodded, he considered something for a moment. “Jazz said that if you’re good at something then people will like you and not be angry. And I’m good at cleaning.”

“Did the people you were with before get angry at you a lot?” Dick asked, trying to keep his promise of not getting angry.

“That’s why I cleaned.” Daniel nodded.

Dick forced himself to stay calm. He may have a meta child that could sense emotions in his hands and he did not want to test that theory by blowing up in front of him.

Not a child- he corrected himself- his child. Danny was his son. And maybe Dick didn’t know how to be a dad, but he knew how not to be a dad. And that had to be some kind of start. Today would be a one time thing, Dick promised himself, and Danny would never know and never feel like he was forgotten much less by his dad.

He would save the conversation about that for the morning, after a good night's sleep. “How about some ice cream, since you worked so hard?”

#dpxdc #batpham #danny and dick #danny fenton #dick grayson #richard grayson #biodad dick #danny had his accident early in this au and one of his powers is that he can always sense pple's emotions #dick found out abt danny w while ago #implied child abuse #danny was in a children's home before this which is where he met jazz #their caretakers made them do chores to “earn their keep” or some bs idk #ik dick would never space like that to forget a whole child but it was for the drama and he had a lot of stuff going on

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idontknow-andyoudonteither · 3 months

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Toji the Softie pt.2

Pt.1 : https://www.tumblr.com/idontknow-andyoudonteither/740171522886500352/toji-the-softie?source=share

For the first time in a long time Toji genuinely felt relaxed. He was often unbothered by most things, and never really afraid either. He was pretty patient too, especially with his line of work. But relaxed? That wasn’t something he had the luxury of immersing himself in fully often. Ever since he had started hanging out with his upstairs neighbor though, Toji was starting to get more comfortable fully relaxing. He didn’t have to focus on who he was going to fight next, or if he was going to have to deal with the Zenin clan. He didn’t have to worry about cursed spirits, or money problems, he could just be. Most people want to know all about Toji and his past. But whenever he’s with you none of that matters, you’re in a vacuum where only what’s present exists.

“Well I’ll be back to bother you tomorrow, I’ve gotta work out.” He said as he sat up and stretched. He didn’t want to linger in this feeling too long, because he didn’t want to be let down. He wanted to bottle this feeling, and drink it at night before bed. “Of course, I’m going to the store in the morning, but afterwards I’ll be here.” You said as you walked him to the door. He watched you as you walked, and he loved the way you looked leading him. He wished he was walking to your bedroom rather than your front door, but he had a job to do, and it wouldn’t get done cuddling and kissing grapes. As he walked down the hall back to his place, he began to think about what it would be like to live with you. Would you sit in the room with him while he worked out? Would you be in the kitchen making him a post- workout snack with the cat? He laughed to himself as he walked into his place. You had even got him to like cats. Your cat didn’t like him at first, and the feeling was mutual, but he tolerated Fluffy so he could cuddle up to you. Eventually he even enjoyed Fluffy’s soft fur against him, like a heated blanket that vibrated. It was like Fluffy always knew where he was sore, and would try and heal him with his purrs.

As Toji climbed into bed, he imagined what it would be like to sleep with you in his arms. He wondered just how comfortable you were with him. You had accepted the grape much to his delight, and it made him feel like something was finally put in its proper place. He wanted to get closer to you, but he wanted to take his time. You were a safe space for him, and he wouldn’t dare do anything to jeopardize that. Also he knew your type. You were easy to read, but only because you felt comfortable with him. To anyone you didn’t want close, they wouldn’t see much in your actions. Toji however had an insider’s look on how you lived your life. He treasured that window into your life, because it allowed him to feel what he couldn’t give to himself. You were comforting, beautiful, smart, and ambitious.

When he woke up Toji started his day with a run. It felt good to push his body to a new limit, allowed him to expel some energy he had stored up. After his run he went to do some target practice. As he hit bulls eye after bulls eye his mind drifted to thoughts of his plans for the rest of the day. He had errands to run, and he was determined to finish on time, because he wanted to see you today. After target practice he decides to text you on his way home.

Hey you still out at the market?

Yeah what’s up?

He wants to tell you to grab some stuff for dinner, but figures its better to just surprise you.

Grab some more of those grapes :)

Will you eat them all again?

Toji would let you have every last grape if he could watch you eat them. He would savor every moment, just as you savor every grape. He would give you a kiss for each grape making sure not to miss anywhere on your body. But he figures saying that might freak you out if he said that, so he settles for something less committal; You can have some…………. If I can feed them to you. Toji finishes his errands, and begins cooking. While the curry thickened, he cleaned up around his place a little bit, making sure to check in and adjust the flavor when necessary. When he felt his place looked presentable he texted you a door emoji. That’s new what does that mean? you responded. Come down here and see ;) Toji responded. A few minutes later he heard a knock at the door. He smiled as he opened the door, and your expression made him smile even harder. You looked so suspicious of him, but in a playful way like a kid who knows their friend is going to prank them.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” Toji said as you stepped in and he closed the door. “Please make yourself comfortable dinner is almost ready.” “What’s going on Toji?” you asked as you nervously stepped toward the couch. “I figured we would do something different tonight, I want to thank you for how hospitable you’ve been these past few weeks, and for all the snacks I ate.” Toji said turning off the fire and coming to join you on the couch. “Do you want anything to drink? I can get some sake or some tea for you.” Toji says leaning forward in his seat. He felt so eager to take care of you; he wanted to make you feel at home so that when he made his request later you couldn’t refuse him. He couldn’t bare it if you did. He needed you to stay.

#toji #toji fushiguro #jjk #teddy bear toji #toji fluff #jjk fluff #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fanfic #jjk fanfic

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missjashin · 1 year

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Steve spending the night at Eddie’s because his parents are home and they’ve been arguing so he doesn’t really wanna be at home. Didn’t go to Robin because her parents might not let him stay the night and also Robin has work tomorrow and Steve doesn’t. The odd case of them not having shift together.

So he ends up with Eddie and in the morning he is having breakfast with Eddie and Wayne and they discuss their plans for the day. Eddie and Wayne have some plans for the day. You know, to spend some quality family time maybe? Or maybe they have just some errands to run, stuff to figure out because of all the shit that went down during spring break.. Whatever, they have plans for the day and Steve.. doesn’t want to intrude any more than he already is so he is not going with them. Even when they say he can come too.

And it’s summer time so the kids are busy with whatever the teens are busy with. And Steve loves them dearly and loves spending time with them but he tries to give them space and not smother them with his worrying so yeah he can’t spend the day with them either. They’ll come to him if they need him.. He could always go bother Robin at work but going to your work place on your free day because you have nothing better to do sounds a little sad.. So maybe he’ll just have to suck it up and go back home then.

But then Eddie offers that he could stay. You know he doesn’t have to leave just because Wayne and Eddie do. Like he could stay, it’s fine. They’ll be back by 6 or so and they could have dinner together then? And since Steve really really really doesn’t want to go home right now he accepts (after asking about thousand times if it’s really okay tho).

So soon he is left alone with a “Feel free to educate yourself with my music collection while we’re gone” and see you laters. Steve didn’t really have any plans for today and he kinda left in a hurry too so he didn’t bring much stuff with him but oh well he’ll figure something out.

He starts collecting the breakfast dishes and well he could wash them. He has the time and it would be just nice little gesture since the Munsons let him stay and all. And then it just makes sense to wipe the counters and the table after that. Like who would wash the dishes and then just leave crumbs all over the place? Oh. And I guess he just got some of those crumbs to the floor now. Well it’s just a quick little sweep. Could vacuum the whole place now too since he started. But first he needs to declutter a bit because goddamn Eddie why are your clothes and books just everywhere. Might as well do some laundry while he’s at it.

When Eddie and Wayne come back home around 6pm the place they’re in for a quite a shock. Not only is the place spotless but they’re greeted with the smell of food as well. “Oh you’re back! I’m making dinner, it’s just about done” Steve welcomes them enthusiastically but start to doubt himself a little after seeing the surprised faces. “I.. hope that’s okay”

Only then Steve realizes he may have got little carried away with his cleaning spree. Like maybe cleaning the windows was a tad bit too much.. Ugh he so hopes they’re not too weirded out.. Honestly he didn’t even realize he basically spent all day doing household chores that and it’s not even his own house. He glad the Munsons don’t comment on it too much tho, other than “you didn’t have to” and slightly awkward thank yous.

They start eating and now they drown Steve in compliments. (“Wow this is so good, what brand is this?” “Uhm.. it’s not a-.. I made it” “…Like from scratch?!” “Yeah..” “Holy shit dude this is seriously so fucking delicious” “Language. But he is right son, this is fucking delicious”)

At some point during dinner Wayne makes a comment about it starting to rain and Steve lets out a shocked gasp “my laundry!” and rushes out to collect it from outside where he hung it to dry. Wayne asks amusedly if Steve is a housewife or something, just ready to crack little jokes there but then spots the dopey smile on his nephew’s face, gaze still lingering in the doorway where Steve run off to. He smiles knowingly at Eddie when he finally looks back at him, now starting to blush and trying to stammer some sort of reply.

Steve comes back in and they finish dinner and hang out a bit together until Steve and Eddie go to Eddie’s room. Steve again apologizes because he got so carried away and hope he didn’t cross any lines. Eddie little amusedly asks if Steve really thinks they’d be mad at him for tidying up the place? Just helping them out a little so they can relax? Like in all seriousness, after all that shit show that happened during spring, Wayne could use a little break and just relax.

(“And you couldn’t?” “Well sure I could, but in this case he needs it more. If you haven’t noticed I’m not much of help in the cleaning department” “Oh yeah, I’ve noticed” “Hey!” “What? You asked!”)

Eddie then asks if Steve “educated himself” with the music. Steve tells to educate him himself. Eddie takes that as a challenge.

Steve spends the other night.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st steddie #wayne munson #anyone can be a baby girl but it takes a man to be a wife and all that #steve getting into cleaning zone might be me projecting but let’s not talk about that #he also feels like he needs to be useful to be welcome <3 #I was supposed to write a quick funny headcanon but it became this monstrosity🤡#also waited too long to post this and now I'm anxious because this is so messy #Steve please come clean my brain too #silly thoughts #Also got tired of typing so I'm gonna just stop here good bye

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strawberryblue-blog · 9 months

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Valentine's Day —Ruben Dias

warning: soft/cute and smut. +18

words: +5k

summary: having a valentine's day and anniversary with ruben and a surprise.

#sexynote: English is not my first language and i use a translator. My apologies for the misunderstandings and mistakes.

news will come soon 💌

This morning you had gotten out of bed early making excuses to your boyfriend. When you got out of bed, Ruben dragged you with him to cuddle.

You had everything planned out in your head and had to get an early start to be on time. Ruben insisted that you stay with him, but you told him you were needed at work and had to leave urgently. He thought it was strange, since it was Saturday and you weren't working today but you were able to fake it enough for him to swallow it.

Around ten o'clock you arrived at the mall with your list in mind, first gifts, then food and decorations.

Tomorrow or rather, after midnight it was Valentine's Day and you fifth anniversary so you wanted to give him a nice gift. Especially since he always surprises you and it was your turn to give some love to your boyfriend.

You wouldn't worry about him, since Ruben was going to be at training all day and then he was probably going to have a drink with the guys like he did every Saturday.

You scoured the stores, looking for something to give but Ruben had everything you could think of. So you decided on a beautiful black watch and a super cute winter pajamas that you wanted and longed to see him soon. Then you moved on to food. You would prepare pasta since it's his favorite, some noodles with red sauce. Simple but delicate and something you know Ruben would never say no to.

When you finished shopping, you went back home with what you needed to prepare everything. You vacuumed the floor, arranged the sofa cushions to throw rose petals all over the way, on top of the small table, the TV, on top of the sofa and in the kitchen. Cleaning this up later was going to cost more than you thought.

But it would be worth it.

You blew up some heart balloons of different shades of pink and hung garlands. When you finished the job, you smiled at how nice it looked. Ruben probably liked it a lot.

It was almost eight o'clock when you started preparing the pasta and sauce, to cook together when both were ready. You didn't like cooking at all but you knew Ruben loved your pasta and for him you would make pasta every day, literally.

You looked at the time and there was already less than twenty minutes left before Ruben showed up at the door so you left everything as it was checking that nothing was left on the fire and caught fire and go upstairs to your room to take a bath. You quickly showered your body, looking for something to wear for the occasion, a red dress came to your mind, the one you had never worn, it was neither so elegant nor so everyday, it was perfect for something quiet as you had planned. You put it over your head, took out your hair and put on some gloss. Ruben should have arrived by that time but you were glad he was running late, when you went down the stairs there was still no sign of your boyfriend.

You ran back to the kitchen to finish the finishing touches on your masterpiece. Everything seemed to be going perfectly so far, everything was in its place correctly placed, as if destiny wanted this. It was going to be the best valentine's day/anniversary ever.

You felt the keys rattling in the entrance and got ready to welcome Ruben.

When he walked in the door and saw all the decorations, Ruben smiled, looking at you with his big black eyes. He looked surprised and excited.

"All this is for me?" he asked, walking into the room. His smile was huge, making you feel good, as he looked at everything with a happy expression.

You nodded, taking him by the hands, leading him to the table.

"Happy anniversary, my love" you kissed his lips when he took a seat at the table. "And happy Valentine's Day" you kissed him again. Ruben took your hips and pressed you to him as he reciprocated the kiss.

He was surprised when after you kissed him, you quickly pulled away from him, anxiously walked to the kitchen and appeared with two perfectly served plates of pasta. Ruben's eyes followed you, sitting at the table you had set up, unable to stop looking at all the decorations around them.

"I'm really so lucky" he murmured as he watched you set the plate down, grabbed the wine next to it and poured it into his glass.

"I hope you enjoy it," you smiled.

"It's perfect" he said, taking your hand in a tender squeeze.

As you ate, he told you about his day, what he had done in training and how suspicious you looked today, making him doubt. His eyes sparkled every time he said a word and you were proud of what you had done, especially since it was for him.

"This is delicious, as always," he announced, taking another bite. "Wow baby, i want this to be our anniversary and valentine for life," he joked with a chuckle.

Ruben's smile was what had made you fall in love with him, after his great and kind personality. You still couldn't believe that you had found someone like Ruben, your prince charming, the one you had dreamed of so much when you were little.

When you finished dinner with his help you put all the dishes together even though you refused, Ruben, like a gentleman, helped you. You decided to leave the washing up for tomorrow, since you wanted to give him his present as soon as it was past twelve o'clock.

"Come," you said, pointing to the sofa, and he sat there. You grabbed the bag with the gifts and turned to him, seeing him with his big smile as he followed your movements.

"Happy anniversary and valentine's day," you squealed hugging him.

He rested his hands on your waist squeezing you, receiving your hug.

"So this is what you were planning," he smiled looking at the cake and his gift. "You didn't have to, honey, being with you was enough for me"

"Of course I had to, you always surprise me, I wanted to do it myself!"

Ruben kissed your lips softly.

"Thank you so much, sweetheart. This is more than I would ever ask for, you're everything I ever wanted in my life" he whispered. "I love you so much"

You grabbed his hand. "Me too, Ruben, I love you so much," you confessed.

"Wait," he said, standing up. He walked to his jacket, reaching into his pocket, pulling out something so small you couldn't identify it. He brought his hands behind his back as he walked back to you.

"Ruben, you didn't have..."

Your heart began to pound and you felt your legs tremble when you saw it in front of you. A small velvet box in his hands, he leaned over to you, kneeling down.

Your whole body spasmed and the lump in your throat tightened. For a second your breathing stopped and you felt like you were about to collapse right there.

"Baby, will you marry me?" he asked, opening the box.

A small ring with a diamond appeared in it, illuminating you. Your hands immediately covered your mouth, was this real, or were you dreaming? You swallowed and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I know that maybe it's too soon but I want to live my life with you by my side forever, I want you to be my wife, I want to form a family with you, I want to accompany you and love you for all my life" his eyes watered as he spoke. Yours too, and you weren't going to lie, they would soon come out like a waterfall.

"Ruben…" you whispered to him. You didn't have to think about it, you weren't going to doubt but you were so surprised that the words didn't come out of your mouth. You wanted to cry, to scream, to jump, to run, to say that…

"Of course! yes!" you shouted excitedly.

Ruben stood up quickly, taking you in his arms, pulling you into his body. Your tears were already running down your cheeks and Ruben was about to do it too. Your hearts were beating so fast and happy that they seemed like they would escape from your breasts.

"I love you so much, T/n" he whispered in your ear.

You grabbed her cheeks with your hands.

"I love you too, Ruben"

He smiled before taking your lips with his, bringing them together. Ruben had definitely changed your life and now you would be his wife, his life partner.

You were so happy about it, you wanted to tell everyone. Ruben would be your husband and it seemed like a dream, but it was not.

🔞 (From here you can stop reading if you are not interested in smut)

His hands squeezed your sides as the deep kiss began to turn wild and desperate. Ruben held you by your legs, lifting you up to sit on his stomach and starting to walk for the bedroom.

You could feel the wetness in your black panties and your nipples ache against his chest as they were swollen and needy. His fingers squeezed your skin tightly as they bumped against the bed, stripping on it and continuing their hot kissing session.

The boner in Ruben's pants was beginning to exert pressure on your crotch, gasping with need as you felt wet and hot for him. The first groan came from Ruben as he felt your hands groping his pants to pull them down as he pulled his own shirt over his head and looked at you eager, hot and needy.

They both were. After dinner and a thousand emotions over his proposal, you needed each other and badly.

"Shit, Ruben" you cursed as his hands pulled down the straps of your dress. "Take it off now" you begged at his mocking look. He was being slow and you hated it when you were teased.

You stood naked in front of him with only your soaked panties on, his gaze reflected fire as his eyes watched you closely. He deposited a soft kiss on your shoulder, giving small touches on your skin, playing with you. Your hands wrapped around his pronounced shoulders, squeezing him as you felt his lips suck vehemently on one of your nipples making you squeal.

His hand encircled the other and squeezed it in his palm, making you tremble under his touch. Ruben knew very well how to deal with a woman, especially you. He knew your weak spots, your most pleasurable spots, your wildest desires, how to touch you, how to manipulate you in bed, how to make you scream for more.

He laid you down on the bed gently, kissing your belly when you were at his mercy. Her wet kisses trailed down your body, her fingers uncovered your panties and held pulling them down, removing them from you. It didn't take him long to spread your legs, caressing them before he slipped between them, his tongue made contact with your clit and a surge of pleasure washed over you.

Ruben knew very well how you liked it and didn't hesitate to stick his fingers inside you, ramming you mercilessly as your cries grew louder and louder with pleasure. No one had ever touched you the way Ruben did, no one had ever made you feel the way he did and Ruben knew it. He knew it perfectly.

And that's when your first orgasm came. Wild, wet and blurry. Ruben smiled proudly as your legs shook and your throat almost tore. And he couldn't wait any longer. He immediately took off the only piece of clothing he had left and even with your weak body, he rammed into you again, but this time with his dick. He roared so loudly when he felt you tight and hot around him that he had to kiss your lips to cover his great moan.

His movements were wandering and brute, you could tell he needed you and that made you hotter. Your nails were digging into his muscular back while his teeth bit into your neck and chest. Tomorrow you'd have to worry about covering them up but it wasn't something you really cared about right now.

They were just there. Immersed in the pleasure, in the need to feel, in the love that bound you together in mind and soul.

The knot in your belly tightened more and more as Ruben's gasps rose, they were so close. His face sank into your neck as your orgasm hit, Ruben, he was surprised at how loud you screamed his name, as if you had been waiting for that moment all your life. Your fingers dug hard into his skin, your legs trembled, your belly contracted and your body exploded. Following your climax came Ruben's who gasped loudly as he released completely inside you.

With a great sigh he fell on top of you. You were both still trying to breathe and catch your breath but it wasn't going to be that easy with what you had just witnessed. Your bodies numb from the sensations, sweaty and tired.

His hand took yours and lifted it up and his fingers caressed the diamond ring that was already on your finger. A big smile appeared on his lips as your hand joined his, intertwining their fingers.

You were engaged. You had said yes and it was going to happen. You were going to get married.

You were so happy your heart was fluttering in your chest, Ruben could feel it.

"I can't wait to see you at the altar, princess"

"I can't wait to call me T/n Dias" you teased stroking his hair.

"Then let's get married tomorrow" he said against your skin. Your laughs rang through the room.

His arms wrapped completely around you, enveloping you, skin to skin, your hearts beating in tandem your chests full of emotion and sentiment.

You were going to get married. To Ruben. And you couldn't wait for the moment where you wanted to be united for life.

Your best friend, your best friend, your life partner, your great love.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT 🩷

#football imagines #football one shot #imagine #manchester city #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you

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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter VI

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Goodbye for now

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, same ol’ same ol’.

You wake up to a loud thump and groan from the living room. “Everything okay out there?” You call, too tired to check yourself.

“Yeah. I’m okay, Steve launched me off the air mattress.” Mickey responds with a laugh, “Not the ears, buddy!”

Bradley’s head pops up on the other side of Bob. “I know I was drunk last night but…we didn’t, uh…you know, me and you…with Bob?”

You laugh, throwing a pillow at him. “You’re an idiot”.

He laughs too, “I kid, I kid. I would definitely remember a night with Bobby here”.

Bob sits up with a yawn. “How’d you end up in here Brad?”

“Not sure. The last thing I remember is laying on the bed and telling you should try it, see to how comfy it is” Bradley says, trying to recall.

“Yeah okay, I remember now. I said why not and laid down too. Must’ve fallen asleep.” Bob replies.

“More like you both passed out,” you laugh, picking up your phone to show them the picture you got.

“Well, next time Sunny’s in the middle, Bob kept pushing me all night” Bradley complains.

“You kept nuzzling my neck with your mustache, it tickles!” Bob argues.

“Wait, Next time?” You ask.

“Yeah. Now that I know your bed is this comfy, I’m crashing in here every time I have too many beers with Pete.” Bradley says matter of factly as if you have no say.

Before you can argue, there’s a knock at the door. “Bob, I’ll take Steve out for ya. Penny’s making breakfast if anyone’s hungry” Pete says, already heading back down the stairs, Steve in tow.

You hear Nat and Jake stirring, talking with Mickey as you stretch. You’re all a little worse for the wear this morning, Jake’s missing his shirt, Mickey can’t find his shoe, and your hair is a rats nest, but hey-no one’s puking, so that’s a plus.

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Pete takes a call when you’re all eating, everyone looking more alive with some food in them.

He comes back a few minutes later, looking grim. “That was Adm. Simpson. The mission’s been moved up. We leave tomorrow at 0800, and report to base at 0700.”

His words weigh heavily in the air, shifting the energy in the room from carefree to tense instantly.

“You too?” Penny asks. He nods, unable to meet her eyes.

Dread fills you at that. They’re all going, the best of the best. It’s definitely something serious.

Everyone finishes eating and cleans up in near silence, needing to get home to pack and tie up loose ends. You follow Bob to his truck, giving him a kiss and a promise that you’ll be over later, as you have to prep for the upcoming week first as well.

You strip the beds, vacuum, meal prep, and clean. As you’re putting the clean blankets back under your bed, you find the Polaroid camera you got for Christmas and a lightbulb goes off. You have an idea.

You find your prettiest lingerie and scroll TikTok for tutorials and poses before changing into deep red lacy boy shorts that hug your ass just right, paired with a matching push-up bra, you slip on a pair of red-bottomed heels you splurged on and you’re set. You set the camera on a step stool and set the timer. It takes a few practice takes, but you get it on the 3rd try.

You capture different poses in various states of undress. You have to admit, you look pretty damn good in the light of the early afternoon sun. You picture Bob finding them and getting all hot and bothered, jerking off to them. You end up pulling out your vibrator and bringing yourself off quickly, snapping a few pictures during, too.

You pick several of your favorites and place them in an envelope before writing: ‘For Lt. Bob Floyd’s eyes only’. You seal the envelope with a lipstick kiss and squirt a spray of perfume in the air before waving the envelope through it. Perfect.

You shower and pull leggings with an oversized tee before packing an overnight bag and you’re on your way.

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Bob and Steve meet you at his door, taking the bag of takeout you picked up.

“All packed?” You ask as you kiss his cheek in greeting.

“Yeah, pretty much. I’m still waiting on a few things in the dryer. Not sure if you heard yet, but Mav said we can take our phones. We’ll have limited access but at least we’re allowed to have them this time”.

You breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh good.” You were dreading not being able to talk at all. The dryer dings and he leaves the room to get the clothes, you slip the envelope in his bag under some socks.

“I should’ve asked sooner, but my sister is stopping over in a bit to pick up Steve, are you okay meeting her?” Bob asks, plopping the clean laundry on the couch to fold it.

“I don’t mind at all. Annie, right?” You say, walking over to help him.

“Yep. She and her husband Mike, are taking the girls to Disney in 3 weeks, leaving on the 19th. Would you want to take Steve if I’m not back by then? I can board him if you can’t or prefer not to” he asks.

“Oh, I’d love to have him! I would’ve taken him the whole time but I’m not sure what my call hours will be yet, I’ll find out more tomorrow when I accept the position. I’m sure Amelia will kidnap him when I’m not home too” you joke.

“Thanks, that’s a relief knowing he’ll be in good hands. I hate this is all last minute,” he sighs, dropping the shirt he’s folding to pull you in for a hug. “I know this is new, but I’m—I just don’t want to leave you yet.”

“I don’t want you to either” you mumble into his chest.

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You finish folding the clothes and help him pack, a little nervous that he’ll discover your gift, but soon he zips his duffle closed.

The doorbell rings as you two dish out the food. “Come in!” Bob calls.

“Hey, whose car is that in the drivew—oh, I’ll bet it’s yours. You must be Sunny…the pretty nurse from Minnesota that I keep hearing about?” She smiles, holding out her hand as Bob flushes.

You laugh, shaking her hand. “That’s me, and you’re Annie-the brilliant statistician and lifesaving sister.”

“I’ll take that over the ‘annoying little sister that he never wanted’ I heard all the time growing up” she teases.

“I literally only said that once…after you smashed the Hot Wheels track I had spent hours making,” Bob argues.

“Whatever you say. It’s nice to meet you though,” she smiles, turning her attention back to you.

“Likewise. Have you eaten yet? I brought plenty of food” you ask.

She nods, “I did. I’d love to stay and chat but I left the girls with the neighbor since Mike got called out to a fire. I wanted to bring them with me, but Harper keeps getting carsick if she rides more than 10 minutes and I really didn’t want Steve to eat it. Speaking of, I should really put a call into her doctor about that…” she rambles.

You try and hide your smile—she’s the complete opposite of Bob.

“It’s alright, I understand. Thanks again for taking him on such short notice. Sunny said she’ll take him when you guys go to Disney. I’ll FaceTime if and when I get the chance,” Bob says, hugging her.

“Be safe, okay? I love you” she sniffs, wiping her eyes.

“I will, I love you too. Tell Mike and the girls I say hi” Bob replies, voice cracking a little. You have to look away, or you’ll start crying next.

You take her phone number and text her right away so she has yours. She hugs Bob again and then takes off with Steve. The house feels too quiet.

You finish eating and clean up. It’s only a little after 7 but you both head to the bedroom.

Bob takes a seat on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh. His head drops, obviously deep in thought. You step out of your leggings, and pull off your tee, leaving you in just your basic thong and bra as you pad over to him in your bare feet.

You lift his chin, surprised to see tears in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just…scared” he replies, voice thick with unshed tears.

“Me too.” You reply softly before leaning down to kiss him.

He kisses you back slowly, sweetly, savoring every sigh and shiver. He rises and unsnaps your bra, pulling it down your arms before turning to lay you back on the bed. He strips off his tee with one hand and pushes his sweats off before crawling on the bed.

He kisses up from your ankle to your knee, knee up to your inner thigh. He places a sloppy kiss to your clit through your underwear, and you whimper as he moves on. He licks a path up your stomach, past your navel stopping to give your breasts attention. Your hands weave into his hair as he lavishes your nipples, sucking, nipping, flicking, teasing. “Please, I need…I need more” you whine, tugging lightly on his strands.

He surges forward for a kiss, thrusting his boxer-clad erection against your clit. The head of his cock catches your entrance and he stills, groaning lowly, feeling your wet warmth through both layers of underwear. He takes a shuttering breath before thrusting against you again, careful to not repeat it. “I want…cccan we? When I get back?” He pants into your neck.

“Yes, God yes, please,” you cry, getting close. Your fingers run down his back, before sliding under his boxer briefs to squeeze his ass, nails biting into his skin as you pull him into you harder. “Fuck!” He chokes out, cum soaking the front of his underwear. He continues rocking against you, and the added moisture is enough to send you over the edge too. You cry out into his neck, grinding your hips into his as you ride it out.

He catches his breath before pushing himself off you “I feel like a teenager again, dry humping in the backseat and jizzing in my pants,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Me too,” you smile up at him, “the only difference is I never got back then.”

He crawls off the bed, slipping off the cum soaked boxers and balling them up, walking away to throw them in the hamper. Your eyes naturally drift to his ass and widen as you see the crescents your nails left. Those are gonna sting in the shower.

“I’m gonna do one last load of laundry, do you want to add yours? He turns back to you, nodding at your underwear. You nod, climbing off the bed to pull them off and hand them over.

You clean up and get ready for bed in the bathroom, putting on the pajamas he left for you.

He takes his turn after you. He returns to the bedroom and wordlessly turns off the light before climbing into bed next to you. He puts his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair, putting him to sleep before drifting off yourself.

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As always, morning comes too soon. Your phone’s alarm startles you awake at 5:15. Bob rises as you hit snooze. 10 minutes later it goes off again and you turn it off with a groan. You are not a morning person.

You smell coffee brewing as the shower turns on. You hear a yelp. “Jesus Sunny! What’d you do to my ass?!” He hisses.

“Want me to kiss it better?” You say with a smile.

He doesn’t reply, but shower door slides open.

You laugh, stripping your pajamas off and get in behind him.

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He brings you to orgasm twice, once with his fingers, and the second time with his tongue.

You kneel to return the favor, but only after you kiss each mark your nails left.

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He hold your hand as you drive him to base. The ride is quiet and somber.

You pull in the lot shortly after Jake and Nat.

Jake pulls you into a hug as soon as you get out of the car, knowing you need it.

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Soon, everyone’s here. You make your way around the other family members to you say your goodbyes, saving Bob for last.

“Bring him home safe?” You ask Nat. “Of course” she replies, tearing up a little.

“No cuddling Bob without me, alright?” You tease. “No promises” Bradley winks, giving you a bear hug.

Bob pulls you in and Bradley releases you, kissing you deeply. Someone wolf whistles and Mickey yells to get a room.

You pull away with a laugh, but tears are brimming. “I’ll be here with Steve when you get back.”

He nods as Admiral Simpson clears his throat. “I’ll be in touch as soon as I can” he whispers before kissing you one last time.

The tears flow as they walk away.

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bumbledi · 1 year

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♡ The road to parenthood 3 ♡

Pairing: time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: last couple of months caring Wakatoshi’s baby, getting ready for the baby’s arrival and great news

Warning: pregnancy (?), mention of sex, cursing (one time), parental talk

Note: I can’t thank you all enough for the likes on the 2 first parts... It’s easy to write something you already had in mind. So here’s part 3! I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Read the sequel “The road of parenthood”:

Part 1

♡♡♡♡♡

“Have you called Satori about the new shop, love?” You asked curling up to your husband’s side. It was a relaxing Saturday morning and you just finished making love with your husband.

“Not yet... I’ll call him later, I still need to know if he wants to stay here with us”

You were still in your six month and getting into the holiday spirit. It was December 11th and you were expecting Satori’s visit very soon. He is about to open a new chocolate shop in Japan.

“Do you think he’s coming with Elise?”

“Well, of course, Wakatoshi! She’s his wife”

Satori met a lovely French girl called Elise 5 years ago, she’s a dancer in Paris, she’s actually very kind, and they got married 2 years ago, such a beautiful weeding in Paris.

After that morning chat, you didn’t do much that day, you sent a couple of email, played with Mochi, watched tv, played some videos games and took a nap with your fur baby .

♡♡♡♡

Seven days later, you were done vacuuming the guest room and turned the stove off, the curry was ready and you were waiting for your husband who drove to the airport to pick up his best friend (and his wife)

You were sitting on the couch petting Mochi when you heard the front door unlocked.

“Were home” Wakatoshi announces

“Welcome home!” You got off the couch and practically ran to the front door and saw your husband getting his shoes off followed by Satori and Elise. “Oh my Gooooood!” You squeak “hello! Please come in”

Once everyone one took their shoes off now you could hug. Tendo and you are very affectionate people, not really fitting the Japanese standard.

“Satori!” You didn’t waste one more second and gave your best friend a hug. “I’ve missed you so much” you could feel your eyes watering.

“Oh, (Y/N)... It’s been so long” he hugged you tightly “look how much baby has grown!” He let go of you and noticed you were now crying. “Oh, (Y/N)...” he chuckled and hugged you again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” you whipped out your tears “hormones...” you chuckled “hello, Elise! I’m very sorry, please feel at home” you turned to her and hugged her too. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks for having us” she said with a chuckle.

“You must be tired, let’s get your stuff in the room so we can have dinner!”

“What did you prepare, (Y/N)-chan?”

“Your favorite...”

“You did not!” You laughed “You did not just cook my favorite to welcome us!”

“Well, of course! What kinda best friend do you take me for?”

“It feels fo nice to be back!”

After they got their luggage in the guest room and freshen up a little you all were ready to have dinner.

“When will the event start, tomorrow?” You asked putting the curry plates in front of them.

“I’ll do it” You husband whispered in your ear and you smile at him.

“Around 6 pm... You can get a little early, I’ll give you the VIP passes”

“Aw, thanks Satori”

“Appreciate it, Tendo” Wakatoshi said

“Oh, by the way... there’s one more thing we think it’s important for you both to know”

“Yeah...” You were about to sit down while your husband was getting your favorite lime soda from the fridge.

“We are considering moving to Japan” Elise said

“It’s that so?! That sound lovely! It would be nice to see you both more often”

“We know, we want our baby to be born here and play with yours as cousins...”

“What?” You looked at him not totally understanding what’s going on.

“Surprise...” he said with a light chuckle.

“Stop, stop... no you’re not!” You said looking at them both while covering your mouth.

“Two months and a half...” Elise confirmed laughing

“Shut uuuup!” You started crying and heard Tendo laughed

“Congratulations, both of you!” Wakatoshi walked to his friend and gave him a hug

You got up your sit and walked over both of them, hugging them tight.

“I can’t stop crying... I’m just so happy” you sobbed and your husband gave you a tissue “thanks, darling...”

After that, all of you sat down again.

“You’re the first ones we tell” Elise said with a big smile while grabbing her husband’s hand.

“Oh, you guys... I’m gonna cry again...”

“It’s okay, it’s okay...” Wakatoshi rubbed your shoulder.

“We actually went to and appointment a couple of days before flying here and got a pictured of the ultrasound, wanna see it?”

“For sure!”

Satori handed you the little ultrasound, you took it in your hands and got one more surprise.

“SATORI! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You screamed, making them both laugh.

“What is it?” He asked trying to look at the ultrasound.

“Look!” You showed him but he wasn’t getting it at all “oh my god, Wakatoshi! Look! 1... 2...” You pointed at each one of the embryos in the ultrasound “twins!”

“Tendo ...-“ Wakatoshi said, making you all laugh.

♡♡♡♡

In the middle of your 8th month, you got on maternity leave. Even tho you have been fully working from home for the last month. And Wakatoshi will be talking his paternal leave you in one month.

Your mom has been keeping you company and you totally appreciate it, you get very lonely now that you are staying alone at home and don’t see your co-workers.

Also, Mochi and you have been taking naps together, she loves to sleep next to the belly...

The baby’s room is almost done, even tho you plan to let the baby sleep in your room for the first month or two. It’s common in Japan to let the new kid sleep in the parents bed for at least the first year but you both agree that this wouldn’t be the case.

You also got very busy looking for a good hospital for the last couple of months. You both wanted a more occidental experience, get to be together on the delivery, hold your baby when it’s born and all that... Even if you needed to stay all 5 days to recover after the birth. Which by the way, you decided on a natural birth and you both searched like crazy for an hospital that also gives you the epidural. There was no way you were going to push a baby out of you without it.

But your gynecologist was kind enough to help you with the search.

On the last week of your 8th month, you decided to finally do a maternity shoot. First you chose a beautiful spot where you could appreciate the cherry blossoms, if still was a little bit cold out but you had to cope with it. You wore a beautiful flowy white dress, Wakatoshi also rocked white. You had your hair done as well as makeup and nails. All thanks to the talented photographer and company you hired.

After some cute pictures in the location, you decided to go back home to take more intimate pictures. You both wanted to treasure this moments for the rest of your lives.

♡♡♡♡

A week before Wakatoshi got into parental leave, you started receiving a bunch for visitors. Kageyama and Hinata came around now that they were visiting Japan and they brought a nice bottle sterilizer as a gift. Hoshiumi also dropped by with some cut baby clothes as a gift. The Shiratorizawa boys also visited you little by little. Leon and his wife and daughter, Semi, Yamagata, even Goshiki.

And Akemi would drop by at least one a week so you could eat ice cream together and watch tv.

You do have good friends

♡♡♡♡

Wakatoshi got on paternity leave and you two were making the best out of the time before becoming a family of 3.

He would massage your sore feet, wash your hair while showering, help you shave, spoil you with your favorite onigiris for dinner, cuddle you all he could and talk to the belly every day.

“I can’t wait to push this baby out...” you groaned as he rubbed some stretch marks cream on your belly after your shower.

“We’ll met them soon, my love...” he says now massaging your feet.

“I’m nervous, Wakatoshi...”

“Why is that, love?”

“It’s just... We’ve been preparing for this baby so much. We tested our fertility, we organize our profits, prepare for receiving a child but... do you think we’ll be good parents?”

“Well... Nobody is born knowing how to “parent” but I can assure you we are going to do our best... We’re not only gonna provide our kids with a good economic support but we’ll me there for them, every step...” he tried to calm you down but you felt uneasy still “You know... with my parents’ divorce, I never really thought I would have all this... A nice relationship and eventually a family of my own.” He stood up, sat down next to you and held your hand “(Y/N)... You’re the only person I would ever do this with... I belong to you...”

“Oh, Wakatoshi...” you cried while hugging him “thank you, dear...”

“We’ll be okay... All three of us...” he touched your belly and almost instantly, you felt baby kicked

“meow~” You both looked down to see Mochi claiming back his spot

“Oop- Sorry, baby... All four of us” You laugh as Mochi walked between your feet.

You’re meant to be induced 5 days from now... You just can’t wait to meet your baby...

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odiesbun · 1 year

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...♡Your birthday with them♡...

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff

warning: mention of food, gifts, love. Jake is a little rude with members? Sunghoon the cook.

w.c: 1.9k

a/n: today(20.02.XX) is my birthday, so why not if I do that part? Especially since I promised that I would post this part.

♡Heeseung♡

•In fact, I don't think Heeseung would have been someone who liked to throw grand celebrations... He preferred to spend the evening alone with you rather than in the company of people whose conversation could be heard as if a swarm of bees had settled over you.

It is for this reason that you are now sitting with Heeseung in a rooftop restaurant in the city, admiring the view, your boyfriend's handsome face, and enjoying your food.

- „By the way, I was thinking that we could continue the feast tomorrow... But I think we should rest somewhere outdoors...“ - Heeseung gives out thoughtfully, putting the cutlery aside.

- „But you've already given me so many gifts today!“ - You exclaim, indignant at Heeseung's sudden idea. Lee laughs, squinting.

- „I know, I know. But it'll be like compensation for forgetting about our date the other day, okay?“ - He covers your hand affectionately with his, smiling again.

(whoever understood the reference to my part did a great job and will personally get a kiss on the forehead from the author ;))) ).

•By the way, about the gift... Heeseung won't really bother with it. You know what he's going to give you this time? A marriage proposal.

- „Honey, I'm not a romantic for this kind of action, and I sometimes still don't understand why you fell in love with me, but...“ - Heeseung's eyes sparkle and he kneels down on one knee in front of you, wrapping his free hand affectionately around your arm and holding out the engagement ring box to you with the other.

- „But will you marry me?“

♡Jay♡

•This man has the most beautiful and romantic gifts, you won't argue with me. Besides the beautiful and expensive jewelry he's 100 percent sure to give you, his second gift will be less beautiful, but 99.9 percent likely to be useful to you in your home. Do you have a power outage at home? Jay's battery-powered lamp is the answer. Your vacuum cleaner stopped working? Jay's robot vacuum cleaner is on its way!

- „Wow, is that a lighted mirror?“ - You exclaim in surprise as you watch your boyfriend haul that thing into the corridor.

- „Yeah, that's it“ - Jay puffs, almost folding in half from the weight of the box, but when you ask him if he needs help, he denies it.

- „How did you know I wanted a lighted mirror?“ - You smirk, stopping in the doorway and crossing your arms over your chest.

- „You've been turning on more bulbs in our chandelier and constantly squinting at the lack of light. All the more reason, I thought a full-length mirror might come in handy for other things~“

•I honestly think that if Jay throws any kind of holiday party for you at your house, all the dishes on the table will be his own making.

- „Wow, you made all this yourself?“ - You raise your eyebrows, surprised at the amount of food on the tables and convinced that you'll be finishing this for at least another week or so.

- „Yeah. I figured buying cooked food at the supermarket would be pretty expensive, caloric, and there's a chance you'd either get poisoned or the food wouldn't taste good.“ - Jay smirks, hugging you affectionately by the shoulders from behind and kissing your neck.

♡Jake♡

•Jake is a big golden retriever puppy, so he will literally wake you up at five in the morning with cheerful shouts of congratulations, gifts and more.

- „Happy birthday, my prettiest, kindest and sweetest princess!“ - Jake jumps happily around the bed as you reluctantly open your eyes, your boyfriend standing in front of you and Layla, who instantly takes to licking you.

- „What time is it?“ - You ask sleepily, reaching out to the phone screen. The screen shows the time: 5:11 a.m. You fall back onto the bed with an exasperated groan. - „It's too early for me!“

- „Rise and shine, beautiful! I have grand plans for you! I have a whole evening planned just for you!“ - Laughs Sim, pulling the blanket off you with Layla.

•He'll probably only invite you and his family to the party, since he thinks it's the kind of party you'd want to spend with the people you grew up with. But at some point, things go awry and six hungry guys, led by Jungwon as leader, gifts and joyful squeals, rush into your apartment.

- „I really didn't want them to come! Honestly, I swear!“ - Jake rambles incoherently, flailing his arms and pointing at the awkwardly standing band memebers in the hallway.

- „I don't mind them being here. I'm glad to see them.“ - You smile, accepting the happy congratulations with gifts and, most importantly, the cake they all made together.

- „Thank you so much. Wow, you made the cake for me?“ - You nod appreciatively, inviting the new guests to come into the kitchen.

- „Yes. But I hope we don't all get poisoned by this cake, because Ni-ki and Sunghoon baked the cakes.“ - Jay looks incredulously at the younger ones, nodding to your boyfriend in your direction.

- „If any of us here get poisoned, you'll be eating this cake yourselves😊“ - Jake giggles, but his words don't sound as cheerful as he does. 💀

♡Sunghoon♡

•We all know Sunghoon's pranks very well, so I wouldn't be surprised if he pranks you again. And by banter, I mean he'll pretend to forget your birthday at least until the middle of the day.

You giggle as you meet Sunghoon in the kitchen. He hides something behind his back, nervously taking a few steps back and looking around, but you don't notice it, too engrossed in your joy and anticipation.

- „Do you know what day it is?“ - You giggle merrily, sitting down in your chair and dangling your feet.

- „Uh... Monday?“ - Sunghoon replies thoughtfully, watching your face change. - „What!? Did I forget something again? Why aren't you answering me? Baby!“

But as soon as your mood is ruined and you don't want to go out, wrapped in blankets and your nose tucked into your pillow, Sunghoon brings a cake of his own making into your bedroom and presents just for you.

- „What is this?“ - Your eyes widen in surprise, you look awkwardly at Sunghoon, a smile spreading across your lips. Sunghoon places the sweet on the bedside table, then holds out to you several colorful wrapped boxes of different sizes, some with an indication of who the gift is from.

- „Open it. Here are some gifts from band members, they asked me to give them to you since they couldn't make it to your birthday party this year due to our busy training schedules.“

•In fact, Sunghoon is going to give you the grandest birthday party of all. He will invite not only your immediate family, distant relatives or friends, but also close people from his side. You may not even know these people, wondering who they even are, but they will be holding out your gift with a happy smile on their face.

- „What is your mother doing here? She's gone on vacation, isn't she?“ - You raise your eyebrows in surprise, turning to Sunghoon. He takes on a playful look, smiling.

- „Yes, you're right, she really did. But once I casually told her about your birthday, she insisted on coming.“ - He shrugged, making you smile.

- „I don't know a lot of people here because they're your relatives... But thank you for giving me such a massive celebration.“ - At your words, Sunghoon gives you an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

- „Anything for you, baby.“

♡Sunoo♡

•Sunoo is the kind of person who prepares for your day in advance, talking to you about all the plans he has in mind and asking you about your gift wishes. And if you refuse a gift, arguing that it's too expensive for the two of you, Sunoo will still get you something. But he'll have to think hard and research all your interests, combining it all into one gift.

- „Wow, what's that?“ - You smile happily, accepting the gift from Sunoo. You retreat to a cozier place, for there were too many guests in the hall and kitchen as Sunoo had organized a grand celebration for you.

- „A gift from me. I'm not sure if you'll like it because you didn't say exactly what kind of gift you want, but open it soon!“ - Sunoo next to you looks like a sly, happy fox, bouncing merrily beside you. You open the gift, looking at the expensive necklace and earrings you saw in the store last week and said they were beautiful, go too expensive.

- „SUNOO, BUT THEY COST LIKE YOUR ENTIRE PAYCHECK!“

- „I know~ But your birthday only happens once a year!“ - He exclaimed, chuckling.

•Sunoo has always been a sweet and sweet boy to you, but on this day he was OWNLY sweet to you because you were his princess that day. He was ready to carry you in his arms, you know? So don't be surprised if he suddenly walks up to you and picks you up in his arms.

- „Wah, Sunoo! Let go, high!“ - You squeal terrified, grabbing onto the limbs of your giggling boyfriend. From the outside, it was like the scene from The Lion King when the monkey was holding the little lion cub.

- „I can't! You're so cute today!“ - Sunoo laughs, finally putting you down and hugging you.

♡Jungwon♡

•The most frustrating thing about this situation is that Jungwon couldn't make it to your birthday party due to a new world tour. Even so, he was able to send you a gift to the other side of the world and call you even though it was deep night on his side.

- „Cutie, hi, happy birthday!“ - Jungwon exclaimed cheerfully, waving to you on camera. The only thing that saved you in this situation was a video call. - „Did you get my present? Did you like it?“

You nod cheerfully, showing the camera the weighty box of sweets, souvenirs and gifts.

- „Yes! The delivery guy just delivered the order, I just opened it to me. Literally a minute before you called.“ - You nod happily, smiling. Jungwon's heart melts at this sight, for he wanted very much to sit next to you right now, but his career has decided otherwise.

- „I'll try to bring you something else beautiful and interesting, something you love as soon as I get home.“ - He puts his thumb up, just like «👍🏻», smiling and sending you an air kiss across the screen. - „Love you, doll.“

•Jungwon isn't too fond of grand celebrations, for that noise specifically can bore him. So don't even expect him to let you invite more than ten people to your birthday party, including you. And if you do break this rule, he will congratulate you and quickly run off somewhere far away.

- „Hey, Yang Jungwon! Let's go, your girlfriend's already opening a present!“ - Jay and the entire cast of Enhypen, who have also been invited, crowd around the door to your bedroom, behind which Jungwon was sitting, wrapped in blankets.

- „I don't want to!“ - Pulls on Yang's vowels, sighing and rolling his eyes. - „You guys are buzzing like bees in there, I'm not going anywhere!“

♡Ni-ki♡

•...Ni-ki will either sleep half the day before congratulating you, or he'll get up at four in the morning and start waking you up screaming „WAKE UP, it's YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY, WE MUST RUN TO FIVE TIMES TODAY!“

- „What the hell are you doing?“ - You look at your boyfriend unhappily as he pulls the blanket off you, causing the cold to quickly envelope you.

- „We have to stop by the boys' dorm today, then hit the mall, the restaurant and then I have plans to take a walk in the park with you! So if you fall asleep now, you'll miss all the fun! Well, or I'll throw cold water on you.“ - Ni-ki exclaims enthusiastically as he watches you pick yourself up off the bed, making him giggle.

•You've already seen the outcome of the first situation, here's the second, as Ni-ki slept through most of the day.

You were already spinning around the mirror with your makeup and pretty clothes on, anticipating your celebration. Ni-ki was sprawled out on the bed in a star pose, but when your lipstick accidentally rolled under the dressing table with a distinctive sound, he opened his eyes.

- „Ah, you're already awake...“ - He yawned, then turned on his side and stared at you with a smirk.

- „Why are you looking at me like that?“ - You looked confused, smiling awkwardly.

- „I wanted to tell you something...“ - He sighs, coming closer and hugging you. - „Happy birthday, my flower.“

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shamrockqueen · 1 year

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Silent in the night

Pairing : König x reader

Warnings : oral sex, cock sucking, swallowing (R18)

Word count : 944

AO3 Link

It was to be a delicate operation. Not a sound to be heard as he traversed through the house, the plush carpet deafening the sounds of his heavy boots digging into the floor.

The door was just at the end of the hall. Plain white just like any other in the house, but his priority lay just behind the thin wooden barrier. His gloved hand carefully pressed the partially open door, but the tell tale squeak of the hinges had given him away.

The noise alerts you, but you’re not fast enough to switch the lamp on before he enters. Not that you’d really want to blind yourself at 2am.

“You’re home early.” He’d said his mission would take a couple more days, so it was a welcome surprise to see him sooner than planned. “Happy to be home.”

He’d wanted to slip in while you were still sleeping so you’d see him as soon as you woke up the next morning, but something as simple as an old door hinge soured his plans.

Now that he didn’t have to hold an air of stealth, he could let the full weight of his feet hit the floor as he approached your shared bed. A sound that didn’t go unnoticed on your part.

“Now I know you didn’t just walk up here with your boots on.” You said as you rubbed some of the sleep from one of your eyes.

“Forgot to take them off at the door.”

The little wifey will have him vacuuming tomorrow to catch any of the dirt he’d dragged upstairs anyway.

“Sure you did.” He could tell there was a smirk on your beautiful face as you spoke, even with the room still dark.

You lean up and lift the cloth to steal a kiss before letting it fall back down. “I missed you”

“I missed you, too. Love” he said slowly as one gloved hand reached out to tuck some loose hair behind your ear. His English was always pretty good, only showing off his Austrian accent by a few stray syllables. It was that little imperfection that made his voice sound so sweet.

He starts to kick his boots off by the bed, unclicking his belt and pulling his pants down to rest on his thick thighs.

You watch him partially undress, still half asleep. It was a sight for sore eyes, to see the thin lines of his old scars as more of his bare skin came into view.

You wrapped your nimble little fingers around the hem of his black boxers, wanting to help get him more comfortable.

“You don’t need to..”

“Shush. Let me welcome you home.”

The fabric is pulled over his shaft and family jewels which hang heavily from the base of his long cock. He was only at half-mast, for now, but as you held him in your palm he became stiffer in response to the touch of your soft skin. A low hum vibrates through his chest and, causing the part of him in your grasp to twitch.

You slip your tongue onto the head before suckling it past your lips. A growl catches in the back of his throat as you suck more of him in, making him slick with your saliva.

“It’s been too long, love.” His voice is so raspy when you can get your lips around his cock. You wanted to bobbed your head, pulling and sucking around him as you nodded along with his statement.

He hadn’t even taken his gloves off as he placed his hands on either side of your head, helping to guide you along on his shaft.

You don’t need the helping hands so you bat them away and pull back. You could hear a barely audible whine slip from behind his shroud, but it was nothing compared to the moment his breath caught in his throat when you went back down on him.

You started to swirl your tongue back and forth along his shaft as you took him a little deeper, letting his tip just kiss the back of your throat. You keep your mouth a little wide so as not to catch him with your teeth.

His hips buck against your flushed face, and the rough punch of his cock nearly makes you choke.

He still had the shroud on, leaving his pale blue eyes to shimmer in contrast to the dirty black fabric. You hate to admit it, but it was kinda hot when he left the mask on. Especially when you got to look up and see his pupils dilate as you flicked your tongue along the large seam along the bottom of his shaft.

His hips moved along with your head, both moving in perfect time as his gloved hands knotted into your hair to pull you onto him even harder. Your delicate licks turned into sloppy gags as he thrusted faster to fuck your reddened little face.

He cums down your throat with a growl as you try to drink every last drop of him. A spurt or two land on your lower lip and chin, leaving you to struggle to lick it up. You opt to press your fingers into it to push it onto your tongue.

You could hear a low shudder in his voice as he watched you lap up his cum. You could tell you were making him sweat from underneath his shroud. All the more reason for him to have ripped it off of his head before tearing off the rest of his gear. Getting himself ready to fuck you into the mattress.

#repost #lost original #könig x reader #könig smut #könig fanfiction #könig call of duty #mw2 könig #könig modern warfare #könig cod #könig x y/n

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the-paper-monkey · 3 months

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HAM TACOS ineeditnow 🍖🌮

For the ask game

So this is my Tom/Draco/Harry fic which has a slightly convoluted plot, but in essence, Diary Tom unintentionally drags Draco, Harry and Nagini into a Time Loop after trying and failing to kill Harry with the Killing Curse (yet again). At this point in the narrative, Tom and Draco have been working together for over a year, Tom and Nagini a couple of months, and Tom and Harry have become reacquainted for the first time since Harry stabbed him with a Basilisk Fang in second year.

Note: every time Tom kills Harry, it resets the loop.

I don't really know what scene to share as I wrote it very much out of order and a lot doesn't make sense without context. The below is just pulled from a squabble between Tom and Harry:

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And Riddle pushed him down without needing to use his hands at all. Down, til Harry’s back was flat on the polished floorboards, til his ribcage buckled in against his lungs, threatening to break.

He splayed his hand across Harry’s chest, the yew wand between his palm and Harry’s shirt. “You breathe on my terms,” he said. “You live at my will, Potter. Don’t forget that.”

Every muscle in his body was on fire. There were black spots dancing in front of Harry’s eyes. He could physically feel his ribs beginning to fracture under the weight of Riddle’s magic. Yet, at the same time, there was no pressure on his head or neck at all. He’d been left with full mobility, for some reason.

“Do you understand?” Riddle said.

He wants me to nod, Harry realised. The surge of anger that followed was almost enough to wipe the pain from his mind. Instead he spat, aiming for Riddle’s eye but only hitting his cheek.

But Riddle didn’t recoil, didn’t seem shocked or disgusted. Instead he smiled, slow and amused, and Harry became utterly certain that he was going to be hurt worse than he’d ever been hurt in his life. He set his jaw, braced himself, glared up at him, not allowing the smallest hint of trepidation to cross his face. If only Riddle’s magic would let up for a moment—if he could just—

“That’s what I thought,” Riddle said.

Yet, before he could make good on any horrible plan that was spinning through his psychopathic brain, they were interrupted by the slam of a heavy door downstairs.

“You’ll wait your turn,” Harry heard Malfoy say crossly, voice slightly muffled but still distinct. “I’ve not even sat down yet and here you are fussing about food!”

“Master left the chicken on the table,” Nagini’s hissed reply came. “It has been tempting me all morning. Now he is murdering the Potter boy again and I won’t be fed til tomorrow.”

“Yes, yes, one moment,” Malfoy said, not understanding a word.

Magic was still binding Harry to the floor, but Riddle’s attention had shifted. He was listening to Malfoy putter about in the kitchen, brow creased. Evidently, he had not been expecting him back so early.

Though he didn’t stray from watching Riddle for a moment, Harry listened keenly to Malfoy downstairs, the sounds of his slippers on the kitchen tiles, the pop of the vacuum on the fridge unsealing as he opened the door.

“Oh, not again,” Malfoy muttered. Then, raising his voice, “Tom, you’ve forgotten to buy Nagini’s chicken!”

Riddle sighed. “I didn’t forget,” he called, matching Malfoy’s volume, “I’ve just left them in the bag on the dining table.”

“The bag? Where—oh, I see. Well, why didn’t you put it in the fig-box?”

“The fridge,” he said, with the exasperation of one who’d made the same correction a hundred times. “I was taking out the groceries when I got distracted.” Distracted was an understatement.

He’d turned away from Harry now, though his magic scarcely eased up.

“So you did forget,” Malfoy said, triumphant.

It seemed Riddle thought he could keep Harry subdued while not paying the slightest attention to him. His magic eased off further as he turned fully away to snap, “I didn’t—”

Using Riddle’s distraction and the freedom of his head and neck, Harry forced his body up, smashing his forehead into Riddle’s perfect nose with as much force as he could muster.

Riddle went down hard, swearing, head catching the corner of a low table.

With an almost audible snap, Harry felt the last of Riddle’s magical restraints evaporate. Harry was on him in an instant, shoving, hitting, biting, doing anything he could to keep him down. He was driven not only by anger and fear, but also an overwhelming, inexplicable urge to get Riddle underneath him, to have him admit defeat. To show him his place.

At first, it seemed to work, Riddle clumsy and disoriented from his head wound, but Harry had barely a moment of satisfaction before Riddle’s fist collided with the side of his head, a knee going straight into his abdomen. And then they were fighting, rolling across the floor like wild animals. Riddle hit and took hits with the fluency of one well-versed in street brawls. And really, Harry shouldn’t have been surprised. It was easy to be misled by Riddle’s aristocratic features and expensive clothes, but dressing himself out of Malfoy’s closet and imitating his accent did not erase a childhood as an orphan in Muggle London.

Harry gave as good as he got. He wasn’t a street rat, but he’d had to fight back against Dudley’s oversized friends for as long as he could remember. And Tom was tall, but he didn't have Dudley's weight or muscle mass to use against Harry.

“What’s going—Merlin!” Malfoy’s voice only added to the chaos. “Levicorpus!”

And Harry found himself jerked off his feet, hanging upside down by his ankle. Of course he’d been the one targeted, despite the whole situation being Riddle’s fault. Still, Malfoy’s spell was in some ways a welcome respite from the pain.

Riddle hadn’t stood up yet and was squinted at Harry as if he couldn’t understand how he’d flipped upside down. His face was covered in blood, both from his nose and a large gash on his forehead that Harry couldn’t remember causing.

With a sick sort of pleasure, Harry hoped he’d been concussed. Not so pretty now, he thought viciously.

“Great Aunt Hisperia’s vase!” Malfoy exclaimed, bypassing the both of them to fuss over a pile of shattered porcelain in the corner. Harry vaguely recalled it being a hideous toad shaped monstrosity. He hadn’t broken it on purpose, but would’ve if it had occurred to him.

Riddle stood, swaying, and went to sit on the chaise. By the time Malfoy turned around, he’d composed himself enough to make his seated position look deliberate, rather than born of necessity. “I don’t see the problem,” he said, voice coming out thick and congested. “It’ll be fixed by tomorrow.”

“I suppose there’s no need to heal your face then. Since it’ll be ‘fixed by tomorrow’.” Still, even as he spoke, Malfoy had returned to Riddle’s side and was inspecting his injuries, lips pursed. He continued to complain as he fixed his nose and healed his forehead and the back of his head. The skin knitted back together more seamlessly than any spell Harry had seen performed by even Madam Pomphrey. The Elder Wand, again. It was strange to see the ‘death stick’ used for such a purpose. “I need to brew some bruise paste. You’re going to be black and purple before the reset.”

“S’alright, I’ll just kill Potter and we can avoid all of that,” Riddle said, nonchalant, words slightly slurred. Definitely concussed.

“No, no. We’re not doing that,” Malfoy said patiently, continuing to heal him. “No more killing Potter. We discussed this.”

Harry cleared his throat. “Mind letting me down, then?” All the talk of killing him was making him a tad uneasy. He felt exposed without his wand.

“But I prefer you like this,” Malfoy drawled, turning to give Harry an unimpressed once over. “Perhaps I should string you up every morning. Keep you out of trouble.”

Harry managed to bite back a ‘I’d like to see you try’, or a childish: ‘Riddle started it’, because, well, those didn’t seem conducive to getting himself let down. He settled for mullish silence, crossing his arms and glaring at Malfoy.

He was therefore surprised when Malfoy broke the spell gently, allowing him to float down to the floor rather than just leaving him to fall on his head. “Er, thanks,” he said.

“You look like shit, Potter,” was the only response.

Harry stood, a hand to the wall to steady himself. His shoulder felt dislocated, his ribs cracked and bruised. The only comfort was that Riddle didn’t look any better than Harry felt. One of his eyes was swelling shut, and the Episkeys were doing little to counteract the blood dripping down from his hairline. And, despite his sorry state, he was watching Harry like he wanted to have another go at him.

“What?” Malfoy sneered when he saw Harry still looking at them. “Want me to heal your face too, Potter? I rather think Tom’s improved it.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’ll fix it myself.”

He let himself out of the study, but had to sit on the top of the landing to rest, head spinning. Even through the closed door, he could still hear Malfoy complaining.

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enough.

eddie comforts you when you struggle with feelings of self-hate after an unproductive day. 1.2k

a/n: this is quite cheesy and completely self-indulgent but I hope you’re able to get something out of this too. I struggle a lot with adhd symptoms like time management and getting distracted by things and it makes me feel like shit about myself sometimes. I figured eddie could relate and would definitely have something to say about that.

cw: hurt/comfort, cursing, crying, self-hate, established relationship, you have a computer (a commodore 64 would have been attainable in the mid 80s)

You had a plan when you woke up this morning. A glorious day off and you were going to make the most of it. You could have slept in but instead you felt motivated, and you knew yourself well enough to know that the feeling was not going to last. You had gotten dressed, made breakfast, and sat down at the computer to write. Your fingers flew at the keys for not nearly long enough until the phone rang. It was your dad. He needed help installing a new stereo, which reminded you that yours was getting dusty. Suddenly the table in which your records and tape deck were kept was so unbearably cluttered. There was dust that had gotten thick with time, and what better time than now to tend to it? With the dust unveiled hidden treasures that had been lost amongst the clutter.

Soon there were pictures and old birthday cards from years past and you sat there thumbing through the memories for what felt like hours. When you ducked under the sink to put the lemon pledge away, the energy you had in your fingertips for those keys now seemed to itch for the piles of dishes that had accumulated over the days when the energy was nowhere to be found. You had work tomorrow after all. And then the tv like a siren call had lured you in over the sandwich that you had managed to throw together. Soon half hours became whole, and then the ad on tv made you remember that you needed to pay your credit card bill, and as you twirled the cord around your finger you noticed that the floor needed vacuumed, but you never got to the floor because…

You heard a knock at the door. That’s when you remembered Eddie said he’d be coming over after band practice. How was it 8 o’clock already?

You ran to the door and opened it up to reveal molten chocolate eyes that crinkled when they saw you. “Hey sweetheart,” Eddie said, pulling you into a kiss as he stepped through the doorway into your living room.

“Hey,” you answered meekly and shut the door behind him.

“What have you been up to all day?”

“Oh, um…” the question was so simple and yet you felt a shame rise in you. “I dunno, just chores I guess.” It wasn’t like you could tell. Despite your best efforts there were still dishes in the sink.

Eddie’s hand found the small of your back. “Well that doesn’t sound like much fun,” he said playfully.

“No, I… I guess not,” your voice trailed off, suddenly becoming keenly aware of how dirty the floor was.

His eyebrows knitted with a subtle knowing. “You ok, sweetheart?”

You swallowed, gathering the courage to look him in the eyes. “I guess, I don’t know…”

He took your hand in his and ran his thumb over your knuckles slowly, “You don’t know?” he asked softly.

“I…” you blinked, unable to vocalize the shame and frustration.

“Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened,” you said. “That’s just it. I feel like I’ve been running around all day, doing things all day and yet… nothing happened. I never even got to do the thing I really wanted to do because I kept… I dunno, getting distracted by other things.”

Eddie’s eyes widened with resonance. “Shit, are you spying on me?” he said, cracking a smile. “Seriously, that’s like me every day.”

You sighed and gave a sad sort of smile, “What I really wanted to do today was write, and I started to but then my dad called and needed help with something and then I noticed all these dishes in the sink that I hadn’t had the energy to do until now and I figured I’d better do them because I go back to work tomorrow and then I remembered…” You rambled on and on. The whole convoluted day. You didn’t know how it was possible to do so much nothing but here you were, a goddamn gold medalist at it.

“It’s like everybody has time, and I just don’t know where they find it. I see people doing all of these things, creating all of these things, and… I just can’t seem to do it.” You gestured with an exasperated shrug and your voice trembled. “I can barely even keep my house clean.”

Eddie could see the tears start to form in your eyes and brought his arms around you tightly. “Hey, hey,” he said softly. His warm hand ran up and down your back.

Your tears wet his hair as they streamed down your cheeks. “I have so much to share with the world, I really do, but people will never know it. They’ll never know because I suck so bad at life.”

Eddie released you from the hug, his hands finding your shoulders now with a sturdy grip. “You do not suck at life.”

You looked at him, eyes blurry from the tears, still not convinced.

“I’m serious,” he said, and he did look quite serious. “You manage to hold down a job, and have your own place, and friends, and a boyfriend - who by the way is like another job if we’re being honest here,” he said in jest as he cracked a smile, hoping to illicit the same from you.

Your face gave way, giving him what he hoped for. He always had a way of breaking through with humor. “If it is a job, it’s the best job there is.”

His thumb padded a tear from your cheek. “Seriously sweetheart, you’re way too hard on yourself. You have seen my room right? And my grades? I mean, most people would say I suck at life.”

“You don’t.”

Eddie shrugged. “Matter of perspective I guess,” he said, “I know for a fact lots of people do, but I try not to let it bother me.”

“I think you’re incredible.”

His expression softened a little. “Well I think you’re incredible.” He brought his hands around your waist again, pulling you close. “You know what else I think?”

“What?” you murmured into his hair.

“I think the only person who thinks you suck at life is you.”

You mustered a dry little chuckle, “Yeah, well nobody else knows how frustrating it can be to be me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I think I have an idea.”

This time you laughed. It was true, Eddie did understand the frustration of getting distracted, of leaving things unfinished, of spending time not knowing how he spent it. You knew this about him and yet you did not love him in spite of it, you loved him for it. You could offer him a grace you could not seem to offer yourself.

“Sometimes I just think about all that I could be if I could just… be better.”

Eddie gave a thoughtful little hum. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to be any better. You’re already perfect,” he soothed, to which you rolled your eyes a little. “I do think you deserve to feel better though.”

You nuzzled your face into his shoulder. “Well, you’re really good at making me feel better.”

He smiled and rubbed your back. “I’m glad I can at least be good at that,” he said. “Do you know what you’re really good at?”

You sniffled, “What?”

“Being you.”

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The greatest thing that I have achieved 6/10

A/N: thank you to everyone who reads/likes/interacts with this story! Especially thanks to @sequinsmile-x for this chapter, for always being you and for always letting me send random snippets and helping me out when I need it! <3

Chapter title: Place your head on my beating heart Summary: After Haley’s death, Aaron isn’t sure how to move on from the grief. Then one night, months later he finds himself falling into bed with Emily, his best friend and that changes everything. Word Count: 2,2k Rating: Explicit Warnings for this chapter: Grief, pregnancy, family fluff, feelings, hurt, angst

Aaron wakes up by the sound of Jack’s laugh, followed by Emily’s voice. He looks at the clock on his bedside table and isn’t surprised that it’s only 7am, but he is surprised that Emily was awake this early on a Sunday. She was still tired, the fatigue that she felt early on in her pregnancy still very much present at 24 weeks.

It had been a month since they gave in to their attraction to each other, a month of Aaron forcing himself not to go to her every night since, just for the chance to hold her again. He had tried to force those feelings away, tried with everything in him not to kiss her when she laughed at something he said or the first time she felt the baby kick and she looked at him with such awe that he thought he’d combust right there.

He chooses not to think too much about it as he gets out of bed, a clattering of pans making him hurry downstairs. He might be in love with Emily, but he did not trust her in the kitchen.

“Good morning.” Emily greets him, flour on her cheek and clothes, Jack beside her on a stool, also covered in flour.

“What’s going on in here?” He tries to look stern but it does nothing but make Jack laugh.

“I wanted to make pancakes. As a surprise!” He says, flour falling from his hair in a way that makes it clear that he had probably dropped the bag over himself when reaching for it in the pantry.

“I heard him and we decided to make you breakfast together.” Emily finishes with her own grin. “But I was a little too late.” She looks to Jack who shrugs sheepishly.

“I didn’t mean to drop the flour, it was heavier than I thought.” He says and Emily ruffles his hair, creating a white cloud around him that falls onto the counter and floor.

“It’s okay buddy. What do you say you and Emily continue with the pancakes and I’ll get to cleaning up?” He turns with a smile to get the vacuum cleaner but Jack’s voice stops him.

“But daddy, you said that Emily wasn’t allowed in the kitchen without supervision.”

“He said what?”

Emily tries not to overhear the hushed conversation between Jessica and Aaron a couple of weeks later. Jack had been in a mood the day before, irritated and snappy in a way he usually never was. He had screamed at Emily when she asked what was wrong and when Aaron had tried to talk to him, the young boy refused to let him in, only closing the door to his bedroom.

It was only when Aaron realized that it was Mother’s day that weekend that everything seemed to click. He had called Jessica and she had immediately agreed to come over that Sunday.

“I can’t believe that I forgot.” Aaron had said as they prepared dinner.

“With Jessica here tomorrow, he’ll be okay.” She tried to reassure him even if she knew that Jack most likely would be even more upset than he currently was.

So she had stayed clear of Aaron and Jack as much as possible knowing that they needed some time alone. Jessica had come over and they had spent the day together. Aaron and Jessica had both assured her that she didn’t have to hide away but she had adamantly told them both that it was fine, Jack needed to be the sole focus today.

“We always knew that today would be hard for him.” Emily heard Jessica say as they cleaned up from dinner and Emily silently made her way towards the stairs, wanting to give them privacy.

Jack was in his room when she passed it, sitting on his bed and eyes fastened on a picture in his hands but looked up at the sounds of her footsteps.

“Emily?” He asked and she stopped and leaned against the doorframe.

“Yes honey?”

“Are you mad at me?” He asked quietly, head down as he continued to look at the framed picture in his hands.

“Oh Jack, why would you think that?” She makes her way to him and sits on the edge of his bed. She sees the picture in his hands, a picture of Haley with Jack on her lap, Aaron sitting beside them. It was a picture from when they were still married, taken when Jack was barely one.

“You’ve been gone all day.” He looks up at her with shining eyes. “Are you mad because I screamed at you?”

“Of course not.” She feels her heart break when a single tear falls from his eye and she carefully wipes it away. “I know that today was hard, and I wanted you to get as much time as possible with your dad and Jessica. I didn’t mean to be gone, honey.”

“I didn’t mean to be mean to you. I-I just…” His words are cut off by a small sob that makes his body shake and Emily is quick to sit closer to him.

“You miss your mom, Jack that’s okay. You’re always allowed to miss her.” She wraps her arm around him but to her surprise Jack climbs into her lap, his head buried into her shoulder. “You know that dad misses her too right? He misses her every day.” She rubs his back and tries to keep her own tears at bay.

“Really?” He hiccups and looks up at her.

“Yeah.”

“He never talks about her. I don’t want to make him sad.” A few more tears roll down his cheeks and Emily wipes them away and kisses his forehead.

“You can always talk to your dad okay? And sometimes being sad isn’t a bad thing. Being sad because your mom isn’t here isn’t a bad sad, it’s sadness because you love her and miss her. Dad does too.”

Jack nods and looks down, his eyes fastening on Emily’s belly. She continues to stroke along his back as his tears stop falling and he relaxes into her.

“I’m sorry I made you think I was mad at you Jack.” She whispers and he nods again before climbing off her lap.

“I made you something.” He says then and Emily’s eyebrows knit together in confusion when he starts to ruffle through his bag. When he pulls up a card, slightly crumbled from laying in his bag for two days she suppresses a low gasp as her heart clenches with affection towards the young boy.

“You made me this?” She asks as she opens the hand-made card. Jack had drawn a flower and beside it a small heart, his messy handwriting on the other side.

Happy Mother’s Day Emily.

Jack

“It’s from Peanut as well. Because you’re her mom.” He says it almost shyly, eyes on his fingers that he’s twisting around each other, a nervous habit of his.

“Jack you didn’t have to do that.” She pulls him into a hug and kisses the top of his head. “Thank you.” She smiles into his hair.

“I wanted to.” His small arms hold on to her tight enough to hurt, but she barely notices it.

On the other side of the wall Aaron is leaning against it. He was on his way to tuck Jack into bed when he heard them talking and he didn’t dare to ruin the moment. He ignores his own tears and the slight ache in his heart at the knowledge that Jack was hurting and instead thanks his lucky stars that Emily was there.

Aaron watches Emily from across the precinct as she talks with Dave and JJ, a smile on her face. Dave is saying something that makes both of them laugh and then his hand strokes over the bump, making it clear that they’re talking about the baby.

“I heard you had a rough weekend with Jack.” Derek says as he comes to stand beside him, his eyes also on their friends.

“Mother’s Day.” Is all he says but it’s all he needs to say for Derek to suck in a breath with a nod.

“How is it going living together? Is he okay with it?”

“I actually think Emily is making it better, they’re close.” He turns to look at the other man. “He loves her, but she’s not replacing Haley, he knows that.” Aaron explains because he knows Derek well enough to know that that’s what he’s thinking.

“Good, that’s good.” Derek turns from him “I’ll let them know that we’re about ready to go.”

Aaron watches silently as he makes his way towards the rest of their team and smiles when Dave tries to help Emily to stand but she shrugs him off. Then her eyes meet his and she rolls her eyes at the older man, making him laugh.

That night they come back late enough not to get Jack from Jessica’s and Emily plops herself down on the couch.

“I want to watch a movie, she’s kicking way too much for me to be able to sleep.” She grins and he comes to sit beside her.

“Mind if I join you?” His hand falls on top of rounded stomach and he feels the kick against his palm. “Oh she’s strong.”

“Of course not.” Emily relaxes into the couch after reaching for the remote. “I can’t believe how fast time’s gone by.”

“27 weeks.” He confirms before she says it and he feel another kick. “You doing okay in there, Peanut?”

“She’s fine.” Emily scrolls through the channels absentmindedly. “Mind putting on a DVD? Maybe…”

“Lord of the rings?” He finishes for her with a chuckle. It was her favorite franchise, always the movie she wanted to watch. He gets up as she nods and is quick to put the CD into the DVD player.

Emily smiles as he comes back and makes himself comfortable beside her, his hand once again on her stomach as he rubs it gently. They watch in silence for a while, Emily mouthing along with the lines in a way that makes him laugh.

It’s another kick, hard against her ribs that makes her jerk, her hand moving to rub against her ribs but her hand falls on top of his. She looks at him as he shuffles slightly on the couch, close enough for her to feel the heat of him. They hadn’t been this close for weeks, not since that night and she can see the way his eyes dart over her face, lingering on her lips and she has to force herself to move back.

“Aaron…” She breathes as she sits up straighter on the couch. “You can’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asks as he sits up straighter as well, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Like I’m your whole world.” She whispers as her hair falls over her face. His warm fingers gently brush the hair away.

“Emily what if…”

“You’re not in love with me.” She interrupts him and it sounds more like she’s trying to convince herself that anything. “You might think that you are, but it’s only because I’m carrying your child. Don’t confuse your love for her for you loving me.”

He looks at her stunned at the words that just left her mouth for a couple of moments that feels like forever.

“Is that what you really think?” He asks then and Emily sighs.

“That’s what I know.”

He’s not sure how to respond to that, the comfort between them all but gone and instead replaced by an uncomfortable coldness that he hadn’t felt between them for years. Before he has a chance to say anything else, she’s getting up from the couch leaving him with nothing but the sound of her descending footsteps.

Haley,

Jack says hi, next time I’m coming here I’ll bring him. He misses you a lot. We both do. This week was hard for him. Jessica has truly been a rock and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay her for everything she does for us. It was Mother’s Day last Sunday and it was rough for him. But Jessica came over and I know that helped a lot. I suggested coming here to see you, but he said that he couldn’t. But he bought you flowers.

Emily helped as well I think. She understands Jack in ways I feel like I might not. She told me that I’m confused about my feelings towards her, but I know that I’m not. I just wish she understood that. I know you already know, that you knew before you were forced to leave us, but it’s harder to hide now, that I’m in love with her.

I can’t say the words out loud but I can write them to you, how fucked up is that? I can just imagine your laugh, I can hear your voice so clearly still, telling me that I’m an idiot and that you were right.

Anyways, I will leave the flowers Jack bought you here with my letter. It’s hard Haley, it’s hard being here without you.

- Aaron

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𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 |𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧|𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

Y/n’s last month with the Dursleys wasn’t fun. True, Dudley was now so scared of him and Harry he wouldn’t stay in the same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn’t shut Y/n or Harry in their cupboard, force them to do anything, or even shout at them — in fact, they didn’t speak to Y/n or Harry at all. Half terrified, half furious, they acted as though any chair with either Y/n or Harry in it were empty.

Although this was an improvement in many ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while. Y/n and Harry kept to their room, with their new owls for company. After a while, Harry kept calling her owl, Y/n had enough, and they spent one afternoon coming up with names for the owl. Finally, Harry had decided to call her Hedwig, a name he had found in A History of Magic.

Their school books were very interesting. Most of July was taken up with Y/n laying on his bed, reading his books — especially Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them by Newt Scamander and his dragon books he bought at Flourish and Blotts. His potions book was also interesting along with his herbology textbook, but Harry wasn’t all that thrilled about either of them. He was more transfixed on his Defense against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration textbook. Y/n laid on his bed reading late into the night, with Patroclus and Hedwig swooping in and out of the open window as they pleased. It was lucky that Aunt Petunia didn’t come into vacuum anymore, because Hedwig and Patrcolus kept bringing back dead mice.

Every night before he went to sleep, both he and Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper they had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first. And every night, Y/n dreamt of strange and magical things awaiting him at Hogwarts.

On the last day of August Y/n thought they’d better speak to their aunt and uncle about getting to King’s Cross station the next day, so after convincing Harry, they both went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on television. Harry cleared his throat to let them know he and Y/n were there, and Dudley screamed and ran from the room. Y/n had to fight the smirk that was threatening to form on his face.

“Er — Uncle Vernon?”

Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening.

“Er — we need to be at King’s Cross tomorrow to — to go to Hogwarts.” Uncle Vernon grunted again.

“Would it be all right if you gave us a lift?”

Grunt. Harry and Y/n supposed that meant yes.

“Thank you.”

They were about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke. “Funny way to get to a wizards’ school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?” Harry or Y/n didn’t say anything.

“Where is this school, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” said Harry, realizing this for the first time. Y/n pulled the ticket Hagrid had given him out of his pocket and handed it to Harry.

“I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o’clock,” Harry read.

His aunt and uncle stared at him.

“Platform what?” Uncle Vernon asked.

“Nine and three-quarters.” said Harry, cautiously.

“Don’t talk rubbish,” said Uncle Vernon. “There is no platform nine and Three-quarters.”

“It’s on our tickets.” said Y/n, speaking up for the first time. He was getting irritated with his uncle.

“Barking,” said Uncle Vernon, “howling mad, the lot of them. You’ll see. You just wait. All right, we’ll take you to King’s Cross. We’re going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn’t bother.”

“Why are you going to London?” Harry asked, trying to keep things friendly.

“Taking Dudley to the hospital,” growled Uncle Vernon. “Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings.”

Y/n had to run out of the living room before he either laughed or screamed at Uncle Vernon.

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Y/n and Harry woke at five o’clock the next morning. Both boys were too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. They spent the next hour speaking in hushed tones about Hogwarts and how excited they were to finally see the school where their parents had met and learned magic.

Finally, both boys got up and pulled on their trousers because Y/n pointed out that he didn’t want to walk into the station in his wizard’s robes — he’d change on the train. Harry agreed with his twins and pulled on his own pair of trousers as Y/n wore a worn out blue flannel he got from his aunt. It was one of Dudley's old shirts that he couldn’t wear anymore. However, the shirt was too baggy, and the sleeves were too long on Y/n. So, he rolled up the sleeves to make them fit on his arms, and he tucked the bottom half of his shirt into his trousers and wore his belt around his waist to keep the trousers from falling off him. Harry wore a similar outfit, except the shirt was a short-sleeve and he didn’t tuck in his shirt in his trousers.

Y/n and Harry checked their Hogwarts list yet again to make sure they had everything they needed, saw that Hedwig and Patroclus were shut safely in their cages, and then Harry paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up, while Y/n read Hogwarts: A History.

Two hours later, Harry’s and Y/n’s huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys’ car, and both of the boys were sitting in the back seat with their owls sitting on their laps while Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Y/n and Harry. Then they had set off.

They reached King’s Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry’s and Y/n’s trunk and owl cage onto a cart for both of them, and wheeled it into the station for them. Harry thought this was strangely kind — while Y/n did not trust their uncle, not one bit and glared at him suspiciously until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face.

“Well, there you are, boys. Platform nine — platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don’t seem to have built it yet, do they?”

He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all.

“Have a good term,” said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Y/n and Harry turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three of them were laughing. Harry’s mouth went rather dry, while Y/n was looking like a pot ready to boil over. His face was red and if this were one of Dudley’s cartoons, he would’ve had steam shooting out of his ears.

What on earth was he and Y/n going to do? They were starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig and Patroclus. They’d have to ask someone. Harry stopped a passing guard, but didn’t dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry couldn’t even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose.

Y/n was ready to give him a piece of his mind, but Harry placed his hand on Y/n’s shoulder and shook his head. Sighing, Y/n let it go, but crossed his arms over his chest and started tapping his foot.

Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o’clock, but the guard said there wasn’t one. In the end, the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. Harry and Y/n were now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, they had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and neither had no idea how to do it; they were stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk they could hardly lift, pockets full of wizard money, and two very large owls.

Hagrid must have forgotten to tell them something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. Y/n wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket inspector’s stand between platforms nine and ten.

However, at that moment, a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying.

“— packed with Muggles, of course —”

Both Y/n and Harry swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry’s and Y/n’s in front of him — and they had an owl.

Heart hammering, Y/n and Harry pushed their cart after them. They stopped and so did Y/n and Harry, just near enough to hear what they were saying.

“Now, what’s the platform number?” said the boys’ mother. “Nine and three-quarters!” piped a small boy, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, “Mom, can’t I go…”

“You’re not old enough, Gwaine, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first.”

What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten.

Both Harry and Y/n watched, careful not to blink in case they missed it — but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.

Y/n cursed under his breath.

“Fred, you next,” the plump woman said.

“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” said the boy. “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?”

“Sorry, George, dear.”

“Only joking, I am Fred,” said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone — but how had he done it? Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there — and then, quite suddenly, he wasn’t anywhere. There was nothing else for it.

“Excuse me,” Harry said to the plump woman. The woman turned around and gave Harry and Y/n a friendly smile. “Hello, dears,” she said. “First time at Hogwarts? Ron’s new, too.” She pointed at the second youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

“Yes,” said Harry. “The thing is — the thing is, my brother and I don’t know how to —”

“How to get onto the platform?” she said kindly, and Harry and Y/n nodded.

“Not to worry,” she said. “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous. Go on, go now before Ron.”

“Er — okay,” said Harry. Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, and Harry shrugged his shoulders before he started to push his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid. He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that barrier and then he’d be in trouble — leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run. Y/n watched as Harry ran into the brick wall, but instead of crashing like he thought Harry was going to, he vanished. Y/n gasped and looked up at the woman.

“Okay dear, now your turn.” she said sweetly to Y/n. Y/n took a deep breath before muttering a small prayer to whatever deity that was out there. He started pushing his cart, and he closed his eyes as the barrier was coming nearer and nearer — he wouldn’t be able to stop — the cart was out of control, he was a foot away, he closed his eyes tighter ready for the crash — It didn’t come . . . he kept on running . . . he opened his eyes.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts’ Express, eleven o’clock. Y/n looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been. With the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, He had done it.

“Y/n?” Y/n tore his eyes away from the archway and turned his head towards the crowd. In front of him stood Harry. A smile on his face. “We did it.” he said. “We did it.” Y/n repeated, a smile also on his face.

Together, they walked through the crowd. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats.

Harry and Y/n pushed their carts off down the platform in search of empty seats. They passed a round-faced boy who was saying, “Gran, I’ve lost my toad again.” “Oh, Neville,” he heard the old woman sigh. Y/n felt bad for the boy.

A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd. “Give us a look, Lee, go on.” The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg. Y/n jumped and ran past the crowd, leaving Harry to fend for himself. He hated spiders, hated them.

Once Harry reached his twin, together, they pressed on through the crowd until they found an empty compartment near the end of the train. Y/n opened the door, let Harry go inside first as he put Hedwig and Patroclus inside. Then they started to shove and heave their trunks toward the train door. Both Harry and Y/n tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice Y/n dropped it painfully on his foot.

“Want a hand?” It was one of the red-haired twins he’d followed through the barrier. “Oh! Yes, please,” Y/n panted, he wiped the sweat streaming from his brow as the red-haired boy shouted: “Oy, Fred! C’mere and help!”

With the twins’ help, Harry’s and Y/n’s trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of their compartment. “Thanks,” said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “Yes, thank you. I don’t think we’d be able to push them up here if it weren’t for you two.” Y/n said as he wiped his forehead, making his h/c locks uncover the scar.

“What’s that?” said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry’s and Y/n’s lightning scars.

“Blimey,” said the other twin. “Are you two —?”

“They are,” said the first twin. “Aren’t you?” he added to Harry and Y/n.

“What?” said Harry, confusion laced in his tone.

“Harry and Y/n Potter.” chorused the twins.

“Oh, them,” said Harry. “I mean, yes, we are.” The two boys gawked at them, and both boys felt themselves turning red. Then, to Y/n’s relief, a voice came floating in through the train’s open door.

“Fred? George? Are you there?” “Coming, Mom.” With a last look at Harry and Y/n, the twins hopped off the train.

Y/n blew a sigh of relief and sat down, his shoulders slumped. Harry sat down next to the window where, half hidden, he could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying. Their mother had just taken out her handkerchief.

“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.” The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose. “Mom — geroff” He wriggled free. “Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?” said one of the twins. “Shut up,” said Ron. “Where’s Percy?” said their mother. “He’s coming now.”

“Harry what are you doing?” asked Y/n. “Shhh!” he snapped, before tilting his head towards the window and placed his finger over his lips. Y/n’s eyes widened before nodding and he too slid over to the window. He watched as the oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and Harry and Y/n noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it.

“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said. “I’m up front. The prefects have got two compartments to themselves —”

“Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. “You should have said something. We had no idea.” “Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,” said the other twin.

“Once —” “Or twice —” “A minute —” “All summer —”

“Oh, shut up,” said Percy the Prefect. “How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” said one of the twins. “Because he’s a prefect,” said their mother fondly. “All right, dear, well, have a good term — send me an owl when you get there.” She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins. “Now, you two — this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve — you’ve blown up a toilet or —”

“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.” “Great idea though, thanks, Mom.”

“It’s not funny! And look after Ron.” “Don’t worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us.” “Shut up,” said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it. “Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?” Y/n and Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn’t see them looking.

“You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station, and the h/c boy with him? Know who they are?”

“Who?” asked their mother. “Harry and Y/n Potter!” Harry heard the little boy’s voice. “Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see them, Mom, eh please….” “You’ve already seen them, Gwaine, and the poor boy’s aren’t something you goggle at in a zoo. Are they really, Fred? How do you know?”

“Asked them. Saw their scars. It’s really there — like lightning.” “Poor dear’s — no wonder they were alone, I wondered. They were ever so polite when they asked how to get onto the platform.”

“Never mind that, do you think they remember what You-Know-Who looks like?”

Their mother suddenly became very stern. “I forbid you to ask them, Fred. No, don’t you dare. As though they need reminding of that on their first day at school.”

“All right, keep your hair on.”

A whistle sounded. “Hurry up!” their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger brother began to cry.

“Don’t, Gwaine, we’ll send you loads of owls.” “We’ll send you a Hogwarts’ toilet seat.” “George!” “Only joking, Mom.”

The train began to move and Y/n saw the boys’ mother waving and their brother, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed. Then he fell back and waved. Both Harry and Y/n watched the boy and her mother disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window, and Y/n felt a great leap of excitement. He didn’t know what he was going to do — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.

Y/n tore his face from the window and looked at Harry. Harry felt his twin’s eyes and turned to look at him. Y/n smiled and he smiled back. They were finally free from the Dursleys. They were free. And they were together.

The door of the compartment slid open, making both boys snap their heads towards the compartment doors. They watched as the youngest redheaded boy came in. “Anyone sitting there?” he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry.

“Everywhere else is full.” he quickly explained, his face tinted red. Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry then at Y/n, before he looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn’t looked. Y/n saw he still had a black mark on his nose. The doors to the compartment slid open once more.

“Hey, Ron.” The twins were back, each had a smirk on their identical faces. “Listen, we’re going down the middle of the train — Lee Jordan’s got a giant tarantula down there.” Y/n felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of the spider. And if he was correct, the redhead boy in front of him did as well.

“Right,” mumbled “Ron”.

“Harry, Y/n” said the other twin, “did we introduce ourselves? Sorry about that. Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then.” “Bye,” said Harry, Y/n and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.

“Are you really Harry and Y/n Potter?” Ron blurted out. Harry and Y/n nodded. “Oh — well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George’s jokes,” said Ron. “And have you really got — you know…” He pointed at his own forehead. Both Harry and Y/n pulled back their bangs to show the lightning scar.

Ron stared at them. “So that’s where You-Know-Who —?” “Yes,” said Harry and Y/n, rather quickly. “But I — we --- can’t remember it.” finished Harry. “Nothing?” said Ron eagerly. “Well — I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.” Harry looked down at his hands. “I remember somebody laughing and green light as well, but that’s it.” commented Y/n as he looked at Ron. “Wow,” said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry and Y/n for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again. Y/n giggled under his breath.

“Are all your family wizards?” asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him and his brother. “Er — Yes, I think so,” said Ron. “I think Mom’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”

“So you must know loads of magic already.” Y/n piped up. The Weasleys were clearly one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.

“I heard you went to live with Muggles,” said Ron, his eyes flickering back and forth between Y/n and Harry. “What are they like?” “Horrible — well, not all of them. Our aunt and uncle and cousin are.” Y/n remarked. “Wish I had three wizard brothers,” said Harry. Y/n glared at him. “What am I? Chop liver??” Harry smiled amusedly at his twin. “No. But you know what I mean.”

“Five,” said Ron, all suddenly. For some reason, he was looking gloomy.

“I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I’ve got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left — Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I’ve got Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old wand, and Percy’s old rat.”

Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.

“His name’s Scabbers and he’s useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn’t aff — I mean, I got Scabbers instead.” Ron’s ears went pink. He seemed to think he’d said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.

Both Y/n and Harry didn’t think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, they’d never had any money in their life until a month ago, and so, Harry and Y/n told Ron all about having to wear Dudley’s old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.

“ . . . and until Hagrid told us, We didn’t know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort —”

Ron gasped, effectively interrupting Harry. “What?” said Harry, he was confused. “You said You-Know-Who’s name!” said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. “I’d have thought you, of all people —”

“I’m not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name,” said Harry,

“I just never knew you shouldn’t. See what I mean? Y/n and I got loads to learn . . . I bet,” he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, “I bet we’ll be the worst in the class.”

“You won’t be. There’s loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough.” reassured Ron. Y/n smiled at that and gave Harry a look. “See? We’ll be okay, Harry. Just try not to get on any professor’s bad sides.” joked Y/n.

While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.

Around this time, Y/n had brought out one of his textbooks. He was reading vigorously when around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, “Anything off the cart, dears?”

Y/n looked up from his book and smiled at the woman. He and Harry hadn’t had any breakfast, so both boys leapt to their feet, but Ron’s ears went pink again and he muttered that he’d brought sandwiches. Harry and Y/n went out into the corridor. Y/n had gasped at the sight of the candy and sugary sweets. He had never had any money for candy with the Dursleys, and now that he and Harry had pockets rattling with gold and silver they were ready to buy as many Mars Bars as they could carry — but the woman didn’t have Mars Bars.

What she did have were Bettie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Y/n and Harry had never seen in their life. Not wanting to miss anything, they got some of everything and paid the woman each eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.

Ron was staring as Harry and Y/n brought their sugar back into the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat.

“Hungry, are you?” he asked. “Starving,” said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty. Y/n had chosen a Cauldron Cake and moaned in delight at the taste.

Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, “She always forgets I don’t like corned beef . . .”

“Swap you for one of these,” said Harry, holding up a pasty. “Go on —” “You don’t want this, it’s all dry,” said Ron. “She hasn’t got much time,” he added quickly, “you know, with five of us.”

“Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with -- besides his brother. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, and Y/n eating their way through all Harry’s and Y/n’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).

“What are these?” Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. “They’re not really frogs, are they?” He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him. “Oh God I hope not.” Y/n said as he looked in disgust.

“No,” said Ron. “But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa.” “What?” asked Harry. Y/n was looking at Ron strangely.

“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know — Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside them, you know, to collect — famous witches and wizards. I’ve got about five hundred, but I haven’t got Agrippa or Ptolemy.”

Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man’s face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.

“So this is Dumbledore!” said Harry as he turned the card over to show Y/n the picture of the man. “Don’t tell me you’d never heard of Dumbledore!” said Ron. “Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa — thanks —”

“No problem,” said Y/n as he watched Harry read his card before handing it over to him.

He turned over the card and read: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Y/n turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore’s face had disappeared.

“He’s gone!” exclaimed Y/n, drawing both Harry’s and Ron’s attention. “Well, you can’t expect him to hang around all day,” said Ron. “He’ll be back. No, I’ve got Morgana again and I’ve got about six of her . . . do you want it? You can start collecting.” Harry took the card with a thankful smile as Ron’s eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.

“Help yourself,” said Harry. “But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos.”

“Do they? What, they don’t move at all?” Ron sounded amazed. He turned to look at Y/n who nodded. “Yep. They’re rather boring if you ask me.” “Weird!” Ron exclaimed.

Y/n smiled at Ron once more before he looked back down and stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards, but Y/n and Harry couldn’t keep their eyes off them. Soon, each had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin.

“Circe?” questioned Y/n, looking down at the card of the beautiful witch on his card. “But she’s a minor goddess in greek mythology. Why is she --?”

Ron looked up at Y/n and gave him a strange look. “Greek mythology? What’s that?” Y/n gave him a horrified look before he delved deep into the complicated ins and outs of the Greeks and their mythology and myths. By the time Y/n was done explaining Ron was giving him a blank stare.

“So . . . they married each other’s brothers and sisters?? And Kronos ate his children except for the one kid, Zuke --”

“Zeus.” corrected Y/n.

“Right, er, why are you??” Y/n could immediately tell that Ron was lost for words and Y/n sighed and waved his hand. “Never mind.” He said and quickly made a mental note to look up Circe at the library Hogwarts had -- Hogwarts: A History is an extremely helpful book and Y/n’s tried to get his brother to read it but his attempts were for nothing -- before he was distracted by Harry.

Harry finally tore his eyes away from the Druidess Cliodna card -- who was scratching her nose -- to open a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

“You want to be careful with those,” Ron warned Harry. “When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor — you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once.”

Y/n gave him a disgusted look. Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. “Bleaaargh — see? Sprouts.”

Harry and Ron had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny gray one Ron wouldn’t touch, which turned out to be pepper. All while Y/n watched and passed judgment on them and complained about the beans (he finally gathered the courage to try one and instead of getting kiwi he got boogie).

The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills. There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry and Y/n had passed on platform nine and three-quarters came in. He looked tearful. “Sorry,” he said, “but have you seen a toad at all?” When they shook their heads, he wailed, “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!” “He’ll turn up,” said Harry, trying to sound upbeat. “Yes,” said the boy miserably. “Well, if you see him…” “We’ll let you know,” smiled Y/n. The round faced boy gave him a small tearful smile before he left.

“Don’t know why he’s so bothered,” said Ron. “If I’d brought a toad I’d lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can’t talk.” The rat was still snoozing on Ron’s lap. Y/n glared at Ron as he made fun of the poor boy. “He might have died and you wouldn’t know the difference,” said Ron in disgust. “I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn’t work. I’ll show you, look…”

He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.

“Unicorn hair’s nearly poking out. Anyway —” He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. Y/n instantly liked her. “We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand. “Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” She sat down next to Y/n. Ron looked taken aback.

“Er — all right.” He cleared his throat. “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.” He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice, and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard — I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?” She said all this very fast.

Y/n was smiling in delight at the girl. She was a joy to be around.

“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered. “I’m Harry Potter,” said Harry.

“And I’m Y/n Potter. And I must say that it is excellent that you’ve already tried a few spells! Ever since my brother and I got back from Diagon Alley, I’ve been reading up on all of Hogwarts and magic. I can’t wait to try out all that I've learned and memorized with our professors.”

Hermione looked at Y/n with admiration in her eyes. “Are you really?” said Hermione. “I know all about you and your brother, of course — I got a few extra books, for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”

“Am I?” said Harry, feeling dazed. “We are?” asked Y/n.

“Goodness, didn’t you know, I’d have found out everything I could if it was me,” said Hermione. “Do either of you know what house you’ll be in? I’ve been asking around, and I hope I’m in Gryffindor. It sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too bad . . .”

“I hope to be either in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor as well!” said Y/n, while smiling at Hermione. “Really?” Hermione gave Y/n a toothy smile before clearing her throat and standing. “Anyway, we’d better go and look for Neville’s toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.”

“See you later Hermione!” called out Y/n as she left, taking the toadless boy with her, all while waving in goodbye.

“Whatever house I’m in, I hope she’s not in it,” said Ron. Y/n snapped his head towards Ron. He was starting to not like him.

Ron threw his wand back into his trunk. “Stupid spell — George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud.”

“What house are your brothers in?” asked Harry. “Gryffindor,” said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. “Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don’t know what they’ll say if I’m not. I don’t suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin.”

“That’s the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?” said Harry. “Yeah,” said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed. “You know, I think the ends of Scabbers’ whiskers are a bit lighter,” said Harry, trying to take Ron’s mind off houses. “So what do your oldest brothers do now that they’ve left, anyway?” asked Y/n. He was wondering what a wizard did once he’d finished school. “Charlie’s in Romania studying dragons, and Bill’s in Africa doing something for Gringotts,” said Ron. Y/n had perked up at the part about dragons. But Ron didn’t seem to notice. “Did you hear about Gringotts? It’s been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don’t suppose you get that with the Muggles — someone tried to rob a high security vault.” Harry stared. “Really? What happened to them?”

“Nothing, that’s why it’s such big news. They haven’t been caught. My dad says it must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don’t think they took anything. That’s what’s odd. ’Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who’s behind it.”

Harry and Y/n turned this news over in their mind. Both were starting to get a prickle of fear every time You-Know-Who was mentioned. Y/n supposed this was all part of entering the magical world, but it had been a lot more comfortable saying “Voldemort” without worrying.

“What’s your Quidditch team?” Ron asked, wanting to change the subject. “Er — we don’t know any.” Harry confessed. “What!” Ron looked dumbfounded. “Oh, you wait, it’s the best game in the world —” And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he’d been to with his brothers and the broomstick he’d like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry and Y/n through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn’t Neville, the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.

Three boys entered, and Y/n recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin’s robe shop. He was looking at both Y/n and Harry with a lot more interest than he’d shown back in Diagon Alley.

“Is it true?” he said. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry and Y/n Potter is in this compartment.” His grey eyes were switching back and forth between Harry and Y/n, before landing on Y/n. “So it’s you two, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards. “Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.

“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.” Ron had shut up immediately.

He turned back to Harry and Y/n. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter’s. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said Coolly.

Draco Malfoy didn’t go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks. He glared at Harry before turning his attention to Y/n. “And you?” he asked. His hand was still out and in front of Y/n. It looked cold and inviting. Y/n was torn between his brother and the boy before him.

“Y/n can also tell who is the wrong sort for himself.” snapped Harry as he pulled Y/n closer to himself. Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “I’d be careful if I were you, Potter,” he said slowly. “Unless you’re a bit politer you’ll go the same way as your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it’ll rub off on you.”

Both Harry, Y/n, and Ron stood up. “Say that again,” Ron threatened, his face as red as his hair. “Oh, you’re going to fight us, are you?” Malfoy sneered. “Unless you get out now,” said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron. “But we don’t feel like leaving, do we, boys? We’ve eaten all our food and you still seem to have some.” Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron — Ron leapt forward, but before he’d so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell. Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle’s knuckle — Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or perhaps they’d heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in. “What has been going on?” she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail. “I think he’s been knocked out,” Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. “No — I don’t believe it — he’s gone back to sleep.” And so he had.

“You’ve met Malfoy before?”

Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley. “I’ve heard of his family,” said Ron darkly. “They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side.” He turned to Hermione. “Can we help you with something?”

For the hundredth time, Y/n glared at how rude Ron was today.

“You’d better hurry up and put your robes on, I’ve just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we’re nearly there. You haven’t been fighting, have you? You’ll be in trouble before we even get there!” “Scabbers has been fighting, not us,” said Ron, scowling at her. “Would you mind leaving while we change?” “All right — I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffy voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?” Ron glared at her as she left. Harry and Y/n peered out of the window. It was getting dark. They could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down. He, Harry and Ron took off their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Ron’s were a bit short for him, you could see his sneakers underneath them.

A voice echoed through the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

Y/n’s stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor. The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Y/n and Harry heard a familiar voice: “Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! All right there, Y/n, Harry?” Hagrid’s big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.

“C’mon, follow me — any more firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!” Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Y/n and Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.

“Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” Hagrid called over his shoulder, “jus’ round this bend here.” There was a loud “Oooooh!” The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. “No more’n four to a boat!” Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione, and Y/n had to find a boat for himself. He sighed and climbed into a boat with a short chubby girl with red hair, a tall lanky girl with blonde hair, and a boy with brunette hair.

“Everyone in?” shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. “Right then— FORWARD!”

And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. “Heads down!” yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

“Oy, you there! Is this your toad?” said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them. “Trevor!” cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge oak front door. “Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?” Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

Authors Note:

Hello everyone! I don't know if you noticed, but I decided to write Ginny as trans, so her old name is Gwaine and she'll start her transition from male-to-female during her third/fourth year. I won't be going so in-to detail about her transition because as a cis-female and asexual I don't want to make mistakes with writing her journey.

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