#okay but fuck Freddie for making me attached to these two

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They are my blorbos ❤️

#dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #dndads #glenn close #taylor swift #Taylor swift (Freddie’s version) #okay but fuck Freddie for making me attached to these two #Glenn’s arc killed me #Taylor and his parents are so cute #I hate this fucking family #/j #WHYD I GET ATTACHED TO THE ANIME WEEABO #ugh #anyways #them ❤️

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

I'm not really back, I just had this and thought I'd just go and post it.

Plot: I saw this thing on Pinterest (Picture below) and I just had to write this XD Basically, you’re super bored so when the bastard that constantly hits on you turns up, you figure ‘Why not mess with them a little?’ and accidentally bite off more than you can chew.

Includes: The Pervy Bunch! (I hope Pervy Villains anon likes this!! ^^ ) So Beetlejuice, Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger, Greasy Weasel, Hades, and Offenderman.

Warnings: Dubious consent, a little assault and lotsa sexual references but no actual smut. Also I tried to convey that you do actually want them- you just don’t want to admit it cuz they’re gross and evil- but I’m not sure it came through 😅

You know what I have noticed about the Pervert group? An unsettling amount of them have powers that allow them to just pop up near you, which is just great-

Also *eye twitches* I have watched Hercules more times than any other movie, and I still feel like I can’t write Hades for shit! I am about to Blacklist his blueberry ass.

Beetlejuice:

“Ohh, you just made a grAVE mistake, baby… “  

“What!?” You shriek, feeling him pop up next to you and curl a long, winding arm over your shoulders. When the hand attached tries to be funny and grab something lower then necessary, your eyes widen to the size of plates and throw it off you entirely. “No- I- “You’re backing up fast, but not fast enough it seems as BJ grabs you again.

This time his dirty hands enclose around your upper arms and he holds you so that the two of you are chest to chest. You try to shove him away, but only end up in an even more precarious position with your hands - fists, - on his chest, and promptly give up. Fighting is just making it worse, you think, rolling your eyes up to the sky and attempting only to move your head so that your face as far away from his humanly possible.

“I gotta hand it to you, doll, you know how to get a guy’s engine roarin’,” Beetlejuice growls out, and also takes that opportunity to press his already-engorged – honestly you would not be surprised, if he just saw you and suddenly ZING!! it went up, - groin up into yours whilst making a vroom sound. Your jaw drops practically to the ground with a gasp, and you give yet another struggle despite giving up, wanting desperately for your elbow to make its way directly into his nose, but he easily holds you still. “Baby- Baby!! You know I like it rough, but let’s try not to damage the goods, K??”

“Oh, damage?? Damage, you say?? I’ll show you damage!!- “You attempt to left your leg and knee him in the privates that so unpleasantly grinded into yours a moment ago but he steps on your foot! Then his shoelaces unfurl and twist under the souls of your own and tie you both together; Making it impossible for you to move without him. “You- “Out of frustration, you kick your leg out anyway, hoping it’ll cause him some kind of pain or discomfort.

“Come on baby,” He lets go of your arms in favour to grab at your waist, and pulls you taught against him. You, on the other hand, let out a groan from frustration and with nowhere else to comfortably leave your arms, you lay them up over his shoulders. The action causes him to smirk, and you roll your eyes heavily. He’s so gross, you do NOT enjoy this- “I wanna do bad things to you. Give in with me.”

“No way. Filthy corpse men aren’t really my thing.”

“Not according to what you just told me, sweetheart~ “Your eyes narrow at him, but before you can slap a hand over his dirty mouth- he’s mimicking you with total and embarrassing accuracy. “It’s too bad you’re such a creep, BJ~ Otherwise I mighta- “

“Okay okay okay!” A little too late, but even so- one of your hands seals his mouth tightly shut. Your whole body feels hot, now, and you choose to believe its from embarrassment. “We don’t need a recap.”

“Otherwise, I mighta fucked you~~ “

Ughhh, you forgot he could throw his voice. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard.

But not in that way!

So you take your hand away from his mouth, as you’re becoming increasingly afraid that he’ll lick it soon. “I did not sound that slutty… “

“No, you’re right. You only sound like THAT in my fantasies.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me.”

“Why tell you when I can show ya, huh?” A hand, feeling almost like some kind of creepy crawly, slides down the sides of your body, but with one hostile glare from you he stops short of your ass. Thank god-

“You are disgusting.”

“And it’s kinda hot, right?”

“No!”

“Yes, BJ, you’re so sexy~- “

“Ugh!” He’s mimicking you again! Its so annoying!

So, naturally, you kiss him.

That turns into making-out at a world record speed, and then you’re on the nearest couch grinding back up into him totally on your own accord, and you refuse to think about anything you were just saying. This feels good, this feels like you’ve been waiting forever for it- So, you’ll deal with hating yourself later.   

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, hearing your words- feeling how you’re looking at him- seeing your walk over- before a gross smirk spreads slowly across his face. “Really?~ “

“Wh- “One glance at him shows that he did not at all get that you were just fucking around, and a snort escapes you. “No. Of course not. I’m just bored- so go home, nothing’s happening here. Ever.”

Chucky does not let it go immediately. Instead, his cold eyes are gazing at you with the heat of the sun, still. “Ever… ?”

“Yes, ever.” You say sternly, and quickly- leaving no room for hesitation.

“You sound pretty damn sure of that, toots.” Hands enveloped in his coat pockets, a look that does not make him any less threatening, he takes a casual step towards you. Your body reacts powerfully to the action, the possibility of what might come of it- but you’re a groan adult and keep it to yourself. You know who you should and shouldn’t want, and Charles Lee Ray most certainly belongs in the second group. “But,” He takes another step and now he’s looking down at you, stupid messy hair forming a dark halo around his pale face. “You also sounded pretty sure a moment ago, when you hit on me? I’m confused~ “

“Well let me clear it up for you,” Setting your hands on your hips, you force yourself to glare back into his intimidatingly icy blue eyes and enunciate. “I’m not interested in creepy bums.”

First, his mouth twitches but he manages to hold himself together- But then he all-out laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning backwards. Meanwhile you’re totally taken aback, watching him have a fit over you insulting him. Is he a masochist or something?- “You… hehe… you’re- oh, fuck hold on a moment,” He continues to cackle for another minute, in which you feel that maybe you could just leave… Before, finally, he calms down; Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Ahhh, fucken bitch you don’t even know how wrong you are.”

Your jaw drops. “What?”

He suddenly drags you the rest of the way to him, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you against his body. You gasp, and shove him once. “I’m not a bum, doll… I’m fucken crazy. I fucking murder people!”

Your eyes do a little look both ways before settling cautiously on Chucky again. “… My bad?”

“Look,” He starts, having sobered up again by this point. There’s a smirk on his face again that somehow turns you into some kind of Y/N based mush on the inside- even now, after a revelation like that. In fact your stupid feelings may have gotten worse. “Lemme propose somethin’ to ya, heh?”

“… O-kay… “

“Lemme take ya home.”

Ugh, for gods sake, does he ever give up? “No.”

“I’ll show ya how a real man fucks his doll~ “ God god god! This is too much! You’re trying to resist, you swear that you are, but he’s so close, holding you like he truly wants you, and now he’s saying shit like that!- “I betcha you haven’t been screwed right in a long time… Amiright? Only a real psycho can do that, trust me.”

“You’re so fucked up.”

“Exactly.”

At that, you tiredly gaze up at him and… consider.

Freddy Krueger:

A broken gasp flies out when your back hits a wall. Your eyes are wide looking up at the lecherous grin on Freddy’s face, that’s far too close to yours for comfort, and you specifically think- whoops. 

That may have been a miscalculation on my part, you think. It seems that Freddy does not, in fact, get that you were just bored. Or maybe he just doesn’t care-

Either way, you’re in deep water now.

Deep, deep water, you add staring back into terrible blue eyes.

Quickly you gather your wits, narrow your eyes and set your jaw at him. “… Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?~ “

“Whatever it is you’re thinking!” You exclaim, afraid to even wonder what it could be that he’s thinking for it would surely traumatise you. You don’t need to know, anyway; Its never happening. Now you just need to et out of this all-too-close situation, here-

“Oh- I’m sure I don’t know what you mean!” Oh, Drama King of the century is making a production of this- surprise, surprise. Groaning, you lean back onto the wall and wait for your cue; When Freddy’s acting like this, its best to just go with the flow. But when a sharp, rusty blade comes up between your faces, almost cutting you, you tense up again. “You’re the one that teased me, Princess.”

“I was bored- “You explain, bluntly, but the blade raise sup high near to your eyes and your gaze follows it instinctually- which he loves. He loves watching you keep an eye on the glove, just a hint of fear and also an odd arousal in your eyes as you both know full-well that if he wanted to hurt you, it would be too easy for him.

“Oh- I’m hurt!” The glove goes flat to his chest, now, and you let out a relieved breath as he makes like he’s offended.

“Well!... “ –Wait. Why should you sound apologetic?? “… Good?”

“Sweetheart, you wound me… Daddy’s gonna have to punish you for that.” Freddy informs, nodding his head, and gasp at the sudden turn-around.

“Like hell!”

A long, wooden ruler appears in his non-gloved hand and your jaw actually drops. Why in the world does he have THAT!? “Every time you swear, kitten, Daddy’s gonna have to punish you~ “

You don’t know whether you’re going run, or laugh, and its an odd sensation, culminating into a feeling almost like- Lust… “Please stop referring to yourself as ‘Daddy’, Freddy- “ And please, dear god, don’t call me ‘kitten’- Because yikes.

“Why…? “He asks, smirking, and you’re about to reply ‘because its gross- you’re gross’, but he leans in closer to you still and you forget what you were about to say. You cross your arms over your chest and flatten yourself against the wall better, too. You swear, if he gets any closer to your person, you’re going to explode. “Are ya getting… sssslippery??”

Okay- now you actually do laugh. A snort slips out of you and develops into cackles as you you’re your arms from their defensive position in order to cover your face, before you manage to just shake your head. “No!... No, I think I’m all dried up, actually… Like sandpaper.”

Freddy gives you a look, then, like he knows something you don’t. Yet again you watch him raise the glove, and using a couple blades that whine at the use, he gestures between the two of you. “… You and I both know that’s not true… don’t we now?”

“In your drea- Uhm,” Dear lord, that’s embarrassing, especially with how his eyes light up. “I mean… No. We know no such thing, no.”

“Wanna test?~ “ Gone is the giant ruler, then, leaving just his hand; Bare, and you notice that he’s got good fingers, and its- he’s- an enticing option in all honesty!-

But… But… Oh, fuck, you’re forgetting why this is a bad idea. He’s so close, and he’s making to so clear that all you have to do is stop saying no, so…

One more time- “Get out of my head.”

“Never. Its too much fun here.”

“Then… “Then, you’re out of strength. “Ugh. Just kiss me, then, Freddy.”

Greasy Weasel:

Good god, you’ve never seen Greasy smile like that. You’ve been kidnapped by these assholes a million and one times, it seems, and you’ve seen him in various stages of undress because he’s a whore but this?? This, is terrifying. He’s practically licking his chops at you.

“Oh cariño~ So glad to hear you finally giving in to me~ We have much to try together.”

Oh, god. Your face is totally hot, looking left and right and searching for an immediate exit. Wheezy! “Wheezy, don’t you- where are you going? Don’t you dare leave me alone in here with him!!”

“Who the hell am I to stand in the way of true love?” He doesn’t laugh as he leaves the room, but the cruel delight in his tone evident. Your jaw drops as the door falls shut behind him and you’re left alone with the sex-crazed weasel, furious, before turning back to Greasy- mouth still wide open. This is ridiculous!-

Backing off from him slowly, you raise your hands in defence. “… Greasy come on… I was joking, you know that right?- “ Desperately, you try to reason with him- knowing its no use as he stalks over to you.

“Close your mouth, beautiful one,” Gently, Greasy pushes your mouth shut and that just makes your face even hotter than before- unbearably hot actually- you need a bucket of ice right now. “You’ve already caught me.”

… Is he equating himself to a fly? Is that supposed to be a line?? Oh jesus christ he’s so dumb-

Then, because Greasy is not the type to let an opportunity like this go to waste, he kisses you for the very first time.

He presses his lips right onto yours; Kisses you deep, like he’s been waiting for this for a long damn time- which he has. Meanwhile all you can think is that he’s never been so close to you before, you can smell his horrible cologne and feel his warmth all over and you couldn’t explain what happened next if you wanted to. Because the next thing that happened was that you moaned. Almost like… you’ve been waiting for this a long damn time, too.

You moaned… at Greasy Weasel’s kiss. And you wanted to reach out and pull him closer, too! The feral monkey part of your brain wanted to push the bastard down onto the couch, wrap your legs around his waist and part your lips. Luckily you retained sense enough not to do that, at least. At least!

… But he still heard you moan for him.

And so when he pulls back theirs a shit eating grin on his face that you wish you know you’re going to regret not slapping later on, but right now you’re in shock. Are you crazy? You enjoyed that???

“So the truth comes out~ You want me too~ “

“No!- “

“Ah ah ah, cariño~ There’s no denying your own body~ “

“Oh yes I can!”

“C’mon… “

“Listen here, you will not do that again to me- “

“Sí, I will.”

“Greasy, I swear to GOD- “

Against your wishes, Greasy leans across and smothers your lips with his again and- yes- you could have pulled back; He wasn’t gripping you in anyway and you weren’t cornered.

But- you stood there anyway, rooted to the spot and kissed him back.

Hades:

“Oh… yeah?~ ”

“Kidding!” You snort, turning away from the God and making to walk off. “That’s never gonna happen. See you around, Hade- Oh crap! - “He materialises in front of you again and one look at his face tells you everything. He thinks he has a real shot with you now because you said that one little thing to him!

Oh, damn.

Raising your hands is surrender at Hades, you give a nervous grin. “Really, I was just teasing. I’m sorry. Now, I gotta go- “You try to swerve him again, but he just dissipates into smoke and then abruptly reappears in front of you once again.

“Ah ah ah, c’mon… Secrets out, babe, no need to play hard to get anymore.”

“I’m not playing hard-to-get, I’m playing Escape Room.” You snap quickly, turning to try it one last time… but there’s a tree in your way, of-fucking-course, and it makes you let out a frustrated groan. What!? WHAT!? A TREE? Really??? Sighing and slumping, you turn back to Hades, lolling your head back to look at him in expectancy. “… So, what’s next, then? You kidnap me off the Underworld and force pomegranates down my throat?”

The fire flickering atop his head crackles and a little grin quirks across your lips at his tell-tale tantrum indication. “I did not kidnap Demeter’s kid, that’s a myth. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not into the whole… incest fad, the rest of ‘em are.”

Making a disgusted face, all nose and a big frown, you reach over and give his shoulder a pat. “Well, good for you.”

“Though… I could take you whenever I like. See, up to this point Y/N I’ve been a gentleman.” Now, he slips away from you, gives you room to breath which you do- having not even realised you were holding it in the first place. Why would you??

“Oh? Coulda fooled me.”

“Aha,” The sound is without a hint of amusement at your words, and rather disdain- but Hades doesn’t get mad and he doesn’t turn around. Just goes on. “Anyway- the point is, I could.” The fire flickers up higher this time, making Hades’ excitement at the prospect evident. “But let me tell you, all that kidnapping business- its messy, and time consuming, and I’m a busy man. Besides, no need!” He turns around, and the smirk on his face makes a little fire burst in your insides. You try to ignore it, though, keeping your face straight. “You’ve just made it oh so obvious, babe, that you want me too.” You did what!? You merely flirted!- “So why fuck with the whole kidnapping plight?”

“Uh-… I-… “What do you even say to that? Its also becoming hard to think, under the heat of how he’s looking at you. This has happened before, of course, but all of a sudden you’re struggling to ignore it. “Hades, come on… “

Instead of responding this time, Hades just offers his hand to you. It’s a yes or no question, which should be easy to turn down, but you discover the shocking urge to say yes bubbling up inside you and hesitate.

… Do you really want to reject him?...

Offenderman:

“Hold on, hold on, hold ON! - “The words fly from your lips as soon as Offender turns to you fully, hands folded calmly in his pockets but a deeply amused grin on his face tells you everything that he’s thinking- loud and clear. Body hot under his heavy gaze, despite not having eyes at all, you wonder how on earth you can reign this situation back in… when there’s an acute possibility that you have just opened pandoras box. “… Um, ha… I was joking?”

“Sure… “Tentacles slide out from the little ripped holes in the back of his coat and slither around threateningly, making your eyes widen. You take a step back, more out of formality then real fear, eyeing the appendages hanging in the air prepared to strike at any given moment.

“I was!”

“No, I believe you.” He says, but you hear his tone and know that he’s lying; He doesn’t believe you at all. Offenderman thinks that you want him. Which is a very dangerous thing.

And its- of course, its- crazy! You don’t! No way. Never. No.

“… Okay… “

“Except- “Oh dear lord, here we go. You just fucking knew it. Why, oh why, did you have to be right?? Setting your jaw determinedly, you go to turn on Offender and continue down the hall to somewhere safe and not-so-alone with him, but he teleports in front of you- closer, this time. So he’s really craning his neck down to see you and you’re face-to-face with his chest. You heave a great sigh at the action, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “We both know that’s not true… You can hate me all you like but that doesn’t change the fact you wanna fuck the shit outta me. Or have me fuck you; Either way.”

Ugh. Come on, now- “I don’t hate you. I’m disgusted by you.”

“Even better.” He grins, a perverted glee entering his smooth voice.

“And you’re wrong.” You go on contrarily. “The only thing I want from you is for you to leave me alone for once.”

For a blissful moment, Offender doesn’t say a damn word more so that you’re considering another escape attempt, because maybe he’s bored, before he then takes a final step into your personal space and lowers his voice. “… You know,” He purrs. “… We could go with your story, if that’s how it’s gotta be.”

Looking up at him then, you tilt your head to the side quizzically. “What?”

“I won’t tell a soul about this… all you have t’ do is disappear with me for a while. Everyone can keep thinking you have some kinda ‘supernatural resistance to me’, which you and I both know doesn’t fucken exist, and you still get six or seven orgasms from me. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open. Six of s e v e n!? “N- “

Damnit it- he can tell you’re intrigued, and you know because his evil, sharp smile widens. “Maybe eight.” Oh, hell-

“Eight!?”

“Yeah, that should be enough.”

Oh, you hate yourself for asking, but- “Enough… for what?”

“Well that’s the point you mortals usually get so fucken dumb you can’t count anymore.”

Okay… your face feels like an oven now. “That’s… I… “And you’re tongue-tied now! Oh, fantastic…

“But… you gotta tell me you want it. Consent and all that- and besides… I wanna hear it. So c’mon.” You’re shaking you head, but no words escape your lips, because you’re afraid of what might come out if you try, but Offender’s backing you into a wall now and when your back bumps into the old dusty wallpaper Slender hasn’t bothered to update in 2 centuries he ends up so close to you that you can feel the warmth of his much larger frame against yours. God, you can hear your blood pumping loudly in your ears, and your brains feeling fuzzy, and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the two of you are alone.

Which means- no witnesses. No one would know if you just… if you didn’t even say anything. You wouldn’t need to. Just nod, or reach out to him, or just drop to your knees even… Fuck.

“It’d be just between you and me, doll.”

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Playing with Shadows (part 2)

William Afton x Fem!Reader Finally I finished part two of playing with shadows, if you haven't read part one then a short lil summary of part one is reader is an fbi agent who is tasked with making William Afton fall for them, and we get to know William and his kids and it ends off with William inviting us over for dinner. Honestly just read part one its easier.

But for those who did!! Heres part two!! Its the last part! Hope you guys enjoy! (2.7k+ words) Warnings: Cussing, a guy being a pervert but nothing happens he just says something creepy.

8:00 am. My alarm goes off and I quickly shut it off, getting up and getting ready a bit faster than normal. Today was the big day after all, I get to have dinner with the Afton family, while also trying to find solid evidence that William Afton is a child murderer. I quickly put on the uniform I have to wear, clipping my nametag on and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, fuck, Im an fbi agent, im not supposed to get attached to people, let alone people im investigating. But of course I get attached to a serial killer's family. Well…I guess I don't know for sure if he's a serial killer, there's hope, if he isn't, if the family has just gotten really unlucky then maybe it would be okay? Maybe I could be a part of their family. But, then again, I would have to quit my job as an FBI agent. He definitely wouldn't like me anymore if I told him the only reason I was actually there is because I thought he killed a bunch of kids. Whatever, I need to stop thinking about that, I have a job to do. I grab my car keys and head to Freddys, parking in the parking lot and walking inside. 

I notice the afton kids are already at Freddys, they must’ve spent the night at Williams instead of their moms. Their faces all light up when they see me, Elizabeth runs over and gives me a big hug. “Y/N I missed you! Are you excited to have dinner with us tonight?” She says excitedly, jumping up and down. Evan and Micheal walk over. “Yeah, I’m really excited! What are you guys making for dinner?” I ask them with a grin. Evan giggles. “Daddy told us we had to figure out your favorite food without it being too obvious because he really wants to impress you!” Evan exclaims. A faint blush appears on my cheeks, he wanted to impress me? That's honestly really cute. “Evan you dumb shit, you weren't supposed to tell her that!” Micheal says as he smacks the back of Evans head, Evan starts to cry and runs off. “Oh c'mon now Micheal, go apologize to your brother, he didn’t know any better.” I say crossing my arms, damn I really feel like a Mom right now. “Fineee.” Micheal stubbornly says before running off to find where Evan went while Elizabeth stays by my side as I walk into the kitchen. 

“So y/n what is your favorite meal??” Elizabeth says as she climbs on top of the kitchen counter as I’m putting my waitress apron on. I don’t know why the waitresses have to wear an apron, I don't even cook things, oh well. “Oh uh, I’d probably say like (your fav food)” Elizabeth's eyes light up, she smiles and climbs off the counter. “Okay!!! I’ll go tell Daddy!!” She sprints out of the kitchen to go tell William about my favorite food. God these kids are so sweet, how am I going to abandon them if I have to?? “Are you having dinner with the Aftons?” I turned around and saw Aaron had asked me that. “Oh uh yeah.” “Damn, you must be special, Mr Afton usually is super mean to us, you're like the first one i’ve seen em be nice to.” Well that's pretty interesting, I mean I knew he was extra nice to me but he never seemed like the mean boss type. More like the creepy boss type, but Aaron has worked here for awhile so he wouldn’t lie. That is unless of course, he does lie. I stand there awkwardly nodding before looking away from Aaron. Y’know I think I preferred him when he was high, cause I can tell he’s not right now and he’s giving me pervert vibes. “Yeah… it must be because you're really hot. I mean, if I was the boss I’d have you be my personal assistant so I could stare at your ass all day.” Yup, definitely prefer high Aaron. He moves closer to me, but before he can reach me, William comes up behind him and grabs him by the back of his shirt, lifting him up. Don’t get me wrong, Aaron is like 5’5, super skinny weirdo but William made it look easy to lift him up. “Firstly, Aaron, you're fired, secondly, if I ever see you around y/n and you say that shit to her again, I will beat the everloving shit out of you. Get out of my restaurant.” And with that, William lets Aaron go, and he scrambles out grabbing his stuff and leaving faster than ever. Immediately after he’s out of sight William puts that familiar smile back on his face, walking closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? I had no idea he was such a perv I wouldn’t have hired him.” Fuck, this whole case is turning into a “try not to catch feelings for William Afton/a potential child murderer challenge”. “Yeah, um I’m alright. Thank you.” I say, smiling at him. After I reassure him he lets go of my shoulder. “No problem.” He looks around the kitchen for a moment. “Where is Bethenny, or whatever the hell her name is.” I follow him as he walks to the front door of Freddys, looking out the window for Bitchennys car. It's not there. “Well thats fucking great, I have one employee.” He walks back into the main area with me. “Huh…” He murmurs, I look up at him. “What?” I say as I see Micheal and Evan starting to walk over. “Even though I’m closing Freddy's early today for our dinner, I still have to open it for at least 6 hours. I only have you and me as actual employees and that sure as hell won't work.” Get to the point, Afton, jesus. “Okay?” “Well, why don’t I, just for today, let my kids help run the place? It can’t go that bad can it?” 

Oh it definitely can go that bad. We decided to go through with it, letting a 8, 9 and 16 year old help run a restaurant is a wonderful plan. 

“EVAN NO DON’T EAT THE PIZZA WE HAVE TO BRING THAT TO THE TABLE” Evan is crying because I wouldn’t let him eat the pizza. Micheal is making pizza’s but fucking them up horribly because he’s laughing so hard, Elizabeth is surprisingly the only helpful one right now and is bringing the pizzas to the customers. William is managing the orders and giving us the orders, and I’m micromanaging all the kids and making pizzas at the same time. I guess I did need the apron today. It's a Thursday and Freddy's is unnecessarily packed, the music and the kids yelling and laughing is really not helping with the stress of this all. I quickly shove a pizza in the oven, checking my watch that reads,“5:30pm”. Oh thank god. “30 MINUTES LEFT GUYS WE GOT THIS!” I shout at Micheal, as he nods at me. Evan comes up behind me and steals my phone out of my back pocket. “NO EVAN GIVE IT BACK DAMMIT” Micheal starts laughing again as I chase Evan throughout the entire pizzeria, that is until William grabs Evan and takes my phone from him while laughing. “Hah, here ya go, we got what, 20ish minutes left, I’ll start sending people out.” I let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him before going into the kitchen again. “Alright Michael let's start cleaning this place up.” Micheal, Elizabeth and I all clean the kitchen up, (Extra well since we made more of a mess). William and Evan get everyone out, and just on time, Freddy’s closes. 

“Well done team!” William says, high fiving us all with a cheeky grin. We all cheer and laugh a bit. “Okay, y/n, I’ll give you my address or you can just follow my car with yours, either or?” “Oh I’ll just follow you haha” I already knew his address. So it's easier to just follow. “Sounds good, I’ll see ya in a bit, doll!” He says before getting into his car and starting it. Doll? A pet name? I can’t say I don't like it but c'mon, he’s making it harder to not fall for him. I get in my car and start following him, it takes about 15 minutes before we get to his house. It's a damn nice house too. I park next to his car in the driveway, hoping he wouldn’t mind but then again it's not like his wife parks there. 

“Welcome to my humble abode!” He greets me, opening the door for me as his kids run inside. The inside is just as nice as the outside, they definitely deep cleaned it before I came here but still, it's impressive. William leads me inside, into the kitchen, but before he can say anything Evan walks over and grabs my hand. “Y/n! y/n! I wanna show you my room, come on!!” He says jumping up and down and pulling on my hand. William chuckles. “I’ll start making dinner, the guest has to entertain the kids. I laugh and wave him off before following Evan into his room.

I sit in Evans room talking with him for 20 minutes or so, he is mostly just showing me all his toys and his plushies. To Evans dismay Elizabeth comes in and steals me for her own room tour, her’s is a bit longer since she forces me to play barbie with her.

Micheal comes into her room, but his eyes widen with regret as he sees us playing Barbie. “MICHEAL PLAY BARBIE NOW!” Before Micheal can even react Elizabeth is shoving him into her room and on the floor, and handing him two barbies to act as. Micheal definitely isn't as good at acting as the barbies as I am, then again he’s a guy. “Micheal, you aren’t doing it right, you have a girl Barbie right?” He rolls his eyes. “Yes…” “Then use a girl's voice.” He turns a dark shade of red, clearly embarrassed to have to act like a girl, I’m trying my hardest not to laugh at him. “Fine.” He picks up his barbie and moves it towards the barbie I'm holding. “Hey girl how ya doin?!” He says in a high pitched really girly voice, and, perfect timing, just before he said that William walked in and heard it all. Me and William break and just die of laughter, Micheal is still dark red, the poor kid is just insanely embarrassed, Elizabeth just had her evil smirk on.

After we get done making fun of Micheal, we go downstairs to eat since Wiliam finished cooking. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to act surprised that he made (your fav food). But I choose not to. “Dang this is really good William, I didn’t know you could make anything except for pizza!” I joke with him, he laughs and thanks me.

We all finish eating, and Micheal forces me to play some shooting video game with him, naturally I’m terrible at it, even with having legitimate gun experience, Evan says goodnight to me and runs up stairs to go to bed. We keep playing the game for a while, William letting Elizabeth watch for some reason but whatever. I can tell William isn’t watching the screen, I can feel him staring at me, I try to ignore it the best I can. “Daddy can you come tuck me in, I think I’m going to bed.” Elizabeth promptly says, standing up and beginning to walk upstairs before pausing and turning around. “You too y/n.” She doesn’ even let me argue, she just walks upstairs like the girlboss she is. William chuckles, and walks upstairs with me. We get in Elizabeth's room and William tells her some made up story that puts her right to sleep, I shut off her light and before we can walk downstairs Micheal comes up. “Oh, thanks for hanging y/n, I'm gonna hit the hay.” I smile and give him a side hug, that is surprisingly not awkward. “Alright goodnight Michael.”

And finally, it's just William and I, downstairs, by ourselves. We walked to the front door, he was walking me out but before I left. “Y/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Oh god, is this it? “Yeah? What's up William?” 

“Look, you're my best worker, and currently my only.” He says with a small laugh. 

“And right now you're also, I'd say a good friend. But look. I like you y/n, i’m not going to hide from that, I want us to be more than friends, and to be dead honest with you it's not just like its love. I love you, I want to be with you.” 

Oh shit he said it, what do I do? Fuck wait I have to stick with the plan, no matter my own feelings, I have to… 

“I…I like you to William. But…you have to be honest with me right now, because I know about something you’ve done.” 

After I say that his whole demeanor changes, he looks more scared, wait no, not scared, just protective and maybe a bit worried. 

“What do you know?” 

“What you did to those kids William… I know about it… but… I don’t care, I need you to know that before you try to hurt me too. I don’t care because I love you too.” 

He stands there trying to read me, he looks baffled that I know about it. Which gives me the one answer I really hoped wasn’t the right one. He definitely is a murder.

“I killed multiple kids and you don't care?” And with that, I knew the police would be on their way right now, with the mic I have on my shirt they definitely picked that up. 

“I love you too much to care about that William.” God dammit. I want to forget that I'm an FBI agent, forget that the mic on my body recorded that, forget that police are definitely going to barge in any second now, I want to forget about all that because a part of me actually loves this serial killer, and that's what I hate so much about this. 

“Good.” He says, before he leans in, kissing me passionately. TO be honest it took me a little off guard but hey, I got one chance to kiss this tall hot guy. I'm going to take it, and just as I was giving in more. 

“FBI WILLIAM AFTON YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF MULTIPLE CHILDREN PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” I see my co-workers storm in, grabbing William and handcuffing him, they start asking me if I’m okay and a couple other questions. They take William outside and I follow behind them. William looks utterly confused until I make eye contact with him, that's when it clicks for him. That I set him up, that I lied to him, and that I;ve been an FBI agent this whole time. 

“Y/n, you lying sack of shit!” He yells at me, pissed off as they struggle to shove him in the back of the police car. His window rolls down quickly, they aren't driving away. I feel like I have to talk to him, I owe him maybe just that, even though he's a murderer. And for killing those kids, I don’t feel bad anymore, I guess I lost sight… I forgot all the kids and families he’s hurt. I walked closer to the cop car so we could talk. 

“William, it's for your own good.” He laughs, he’s obviously still mad but he's grinning, the same evil grin that he never hides. “I could have gotten away with it. I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you, y/n.” He angrily says to me. “Right. But you didn’t get away with it, and this is just karma, William.” William keeps glaring at me, still smiling though. The officer gets into the driver's seat of the car, putting it in drive, starting to slowly drive off. 

“I always come back y/n!” He shouts as I walk with the car, matching its slow pace.

“No William, not this time. Not anymore.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GUYS SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG IM REALLY BUSY WITH UNIVERSITY <33

#fnaf #purple guy #william afton #springtrap #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #william afton angst #william afton x reader #william afton x you #spring bonnie #yellow rabbit

[rhonuscorner]

Oop Five Nights At Freddie's fanart. Who would've thunk it. I've never considered myself a huge Fnaf fan but Security Breach, flaws and all, I adore the setting and the characters in that one and I'm in too deep. I've never played it (or any Fnaf game) because fuck that, I'm a coward and too much of an anxiety ridden mess to deal with jump scares and chase scenes, but I do love watching let's plays.

I am hopelessly OBSESSED with these two right now. Have been for a while but I've been trying to resist getting too attached because I already have so many fandoms and characters to hyper-fixate on... and then the Ruin DLC happened and gave me tons of feels and my obsession with them turned nuclear, resistance was futile and now here we are lol. I have accepted my fate.

I've also been binge reading Solar Lunacy by @bamsara which... y'know, didn't help because that's been keeping me up at night lmao. Had me mad cackling at 2:30am more than once. My sleep schedule is ruined :') BUT THAT'S OKAY. Will probably end up doing some fanart for that too at some point >>; Too many good scenes~

ANYWAY. Never drawn them before, this is just a quick and somewhat messy doodle to see if I can even draw 'em decently and get comfortable with it because this is not an art style I'm very familiar with. The Daycare boys lend themselves well for a more cartoony style which... is not something I do usually. But it was fun! For a first attempt I'm happy with it. I really enjoy drawing them (especially the gremlin on the right).

I will definitely develop my take on them more, there's a few things I do wanna change in how I draw them and I have tons of ideas now, which is good because this artblock is killing meeeeeeeeeeee. I'm just gonna use them to draw stupid shit and dumb jokes and hopefully some actual proper illustrations and hopefully get back into the flow of things (I keep saying that and it never works but PLZ T-T). I still don't have my PC back but once I do that's also gonna make things easier. And faster. Fingers crossed :')

Anyway, I am now officially on the Simping for both the murderous jester bot and the adorable Daycare Attendant who deserves all the hugs and then some bandwagon yeeeeeeeeeeee.

For non-Fnaf fans, feel free to block my Fnaf tags (Rhonu blogs Fnaf and/or Rhonu draws Fnaf) if you need to because there's gonna be more.

#Fnaf Sun #Fnaf Moon #Fnaf Daycare Attendant #Fnaf Security Breach #Security Breach #Fnaf SB #Moondrop #Sundrop #Rhonu blogs Fnaf #Rhonu draws Fnaf #Rhonu draws

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

This one has a lot of Moon idk what happened

Moon: God nerfed me by making me allergic to garlic and sunlight. Monty: So, a vampire? Moon: I can confirm that I am not a vampire as I have blood. Freddy: Is it your blood? Moon: It is blood, yes. Freddy: Is it blood that has always belonged to you from the moment of your spawning? Moon: It is blood, it is in my possession, therefore it is my blood.

Moon: I'm bored. Solar: Wanna commit first degree murder? Moon: Sure! Sun, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Monty down!!

Sun: I find it hilarious when you're the quiet/introverted kid and the teacher always sends people who are too talkative in class next to you because they know you wont talk. Moon: Bad and naughty children get put with the Silent Man to atone for their crimes.

Freddy: Can we go to a haunted house? Moon: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Freddy: Wh-what? Moon: Goodnight, Freddy.

Monty: You have Crayons? Sun: Yes, I have— Monty: You're— how old are you? Sun: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

Bonnie, walking into his green room: Hello, people who do not live here. Sun: Hey. Monty: Hi. Moon: Hello. Freddy: Hey! Bonnie: I gave you the key to my green room for emergencies only! Moon: We were out of Fizzy Faz.

Sun: Moon, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Moon: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound? (In same bodies version: YES)

Solar: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. Freddy: …Don’t you mean benevolence? Solar: No.

Moon: Look, Solar, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

Moon: Sun, get that hideous thing out of the living room, would you? Sun: Monty, Moon wants you to get out of the house.

Sun, holding a Wii mote with a knife attached: Are Wii gonna have a problem? Moon, bringing out their switch remote with a blade: You best switch up that attitude. -An hour later…- Sun, in the ambulance: Wii-U! Wii-U! Wii-U! Solar: I hate this fucking family.

Monty: Sun is washing the dishes and I just heard them say "Who do you work for? Who's your contact???" While repeatedly pushing a glass underwater. Freddy: At least they're having fun???

Moon: Hey, Sun? Can I get some dating advice? Sun: Just because I'm with Monty doesn't mean I know how I did it.

Sun: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant. Moon, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you. Freddy, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please. Moon: Coming right up.

Moon: Uh, I think I got your lunch. Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, your big brother Solar Sun: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’

Freddy: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. (more than usual) Solar: Fucking Moon and Sun were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

Moon: on the phone Hey Sol, do you know my blood type? Solar: Of course, it's B-. Moon: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

Bonnie: One time I found a google doc on Moon’s computer with the title "list of dads that make other dads eat bugs. Bonnie: out of curiousity, I opened the google doc. Bonnie: it was completely blank except for the words "my dad".

Monty: Die. Sun: Please don't die! Monty: DIE! Sun: PLEASE DON'T DIE! Bonnie, confused: Why are they yelling at a plant? Moon, watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and Sun wants Monty to accept it as their kid.

#sundrop #daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #moon fnaf #eclipse fnaf #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #monty gator #montgomery gator

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Nine: Pan Pt. 2

 “Hey Lust, think I should go with the old geezer look or library nerd look?” Envy asked as they couldn’t decide. “Seriously, you’re picking between those two disguises?” Lust asked as she just gave Envy the look. “Go for library nerd…less creepy as fuck.” Dorian added his two cents in on the matter, Lust looking in shock that Dorian could talk this whole time

 “See? Dorian is a team player.” Envy snarkily commented as they shifted for the library nerd disguise.

 “Are we not going to address the elephant in the room about Dor…” Lust tried to say before getting cut off by Envy. “Nope.” Envy simply said as they got ready to head out with Dolly the moment she got back from the errand run.

 Lust sat at the table in disbelief as Dorian just patted her on the back. To pass the time, Envy practiced their library nerd impersonation from the walking pattern to the way they spoke. This continued for the past ten minutes as Dolly entered through the door with a bag of items. Apparently, Dolly had gone and purchased Dorian some learning to read tools as well as popcorn to make. Spotting the alphabet card tin, Dorian wasted no time in giving the tin exploratory chewing. 

 “Dolly, how long did you know that Dorian could talk?” Lust asked as she took the tin away from Dorian to prevent it from being devoured. “Oh, since the day I met Dorian. I just figured Dorian was being shy, but I guess he’s warmed up to you.” Dolly answered as she got the popcorn put away in the cabinet. Before Lust or Dolly could interact more, Envy interceded and started leading Dolly out of the apartment. Lust at that point had given up on trying to make sense of anything as Gluttony finished having his meal in the corner and gave Lust a pat on the back. “It's okay, Lust, Envy is smart.” Gluttony reassured Lust in his own way. “They’ll learn eventually anyways…” Dorian added as he continued his make believe train carnage of Freddy. “I think I’m going to make myself some heavy tea now..” Lust said, sensing this was going to be a day, that was for sure. “While you do that…can you get me kibbles?” Dorian asked as he stopped playing with the train, feeling hungry now. “Wait…you can eat the red stones?” Lust asked, looking at Dorian in bewilderment. “Yeah…it tastes good.” Dorian admitted in a gurgling like voice.

As Lust debated if Dorian being able to eat red stones was a good thing or a bad thing, Envy had been leading Dolly through the alley, towards a door attached to the side of the apartment complex. It was easy to think that the door would lead to the maintenance basement, but instead, as Dolly would realize as she descended the stairs with Envy, it led to the sewers down below. The rats scurried past their feet as they walked along the sewer system, Envy being all too familiar with the layout of the system down below.

 “How often do you use the sewer as a means to get to places?” Dolly asked as she tried to keep her mind off of the awful sewer smell. “You would be surprised and this isn’t even the lowest point. I do believe I had mentioned the underground city beforehand.” Envy said as they kept their attention on the turns and twists.

 “That’s right, you did mention it when you were tossing around the punishment ideas.” Dolly recalled the rather unsavory previous conversation. “Well, that would be our true home and Dante’s bunker if you will. Dante’s always been paranoid about being hunted down, so she will sometimes go down there if the cottage villa is under threat.” Envy explained a bit as they made a turn, leading Dolly along the maze-like sewer system. “You’re telling me that Dante makes you and the others live in an underground city when you don’t have to work while she lives in a nice villa?” Dolly gave a look of concern upon hearing that. “It’s not all that bad, the homes down there are luxurious and we don’t have to pay a dime to live there. Sure the air is bad down there, but it’s something everyone gets used to. The only one that gets to live up above would be Pride and his mansion with the two pets.” Envy paused for a bit as they led Dolly up a flight of stairs. “Wouldn’t you like to live up above instead like Pride does?” Dolly followed Envy up the stairs, her worries about Dante grew pretty strong. “I plan to once I get my goals completed. Now, you’re going to have to stay close to me and pretend you’ve paid the admission fee to see the museum.” Envy pushed the door open and led Dolly directly into the museum, skipping the line entirely.

 The crowd was thankfully low, no one really noticing Envy and Dolly entering the museum. Though Envy never really cared much for museums, finding them to be humanity’s need to be pack rats, if it meant Dolly would cooperate in teleporting them later, then Envy will tolerate it for the time being. Of course, Dolly pretty much led Envy to the first display, her excitement visible. Before Envy was this Jade plate carving of some bizarre lizard looking creature with eight legs, a lamprey mouth, and way too big eyes, curling along the plate as if it were rocking itself. “That is an incredibly ugly creature.” Envy remarked as their disdain for the design was made known. “I don’t know, they look pretty cute, sort’ve like an angsty pickle.” Dolly said in a happy and warm tone. “Eh? I guess it does look a bit like a pickle, I GUESS.” Envy relented as they carefully readjust Dolly’s sunglasses the moment they started to slide. “And first rule if you join in, monitor your sunglasses out in public. We have a lot of enemies and if they spot you, they will attack to kill.” Envy whisper-hissed as they tried to get back into character of being a library nerd.

 “Let me guess, the next rule is I’m going to have to dress all in black, right?” Dolly asked in a joking fashion.

 “That’s actually the rule, our dress code is to be in all black. Only Pride and to an extent, Sloth, are allowed to wear clothing outside of the dress code.” Envy said, surprised that Dolly had mentioned their dress code.

#Fullmetal Alchemsit #FMA 03 #Fan Fiction #FMA Fan Fiction #Writing #Envy the Jealous #Envy #Lust the Lascivious #Lust #Gluttony the Voracious #Gluttony #OCs #Homunculus #Homunculi #Angst Pickle Sighting!

[ameliora-j]

twin flame iv // gw x reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: smut (finally), fingering, size kink, tummy bulge, light degradation, creampie (all acts are consensual!)

an: this is seriously so short i apologize. but alas it is here :) one more part after this and twin flame will be finished ahhh

part one | part two | part three

you and george had been sitting on the floor of your old treehouse for nearly an hour now. the silence consumed you as you stared into his brown eyes and he stared right back into your own yec one’s. no one spoke a word. no one moved an inch. the silence was all-consuming. deafening.

“yn?” he finally breathed in a whisper.

“hi georgie…” you murmured nervously.

“what are you doing here?” he asked.

“i came to get you,” you shrugged one shoulder. “fred told me you weren’t in contact with anyone and i knew where you’d be. so i came. be… because i wanna talk to you,” you told him.

george nodded and you slowly shuffled forward on your knees. “george i’m sorry. for a lot of things actually, but to sum it up, i’m sorry for not being open about my feelings for you. i was too scared to tell you that i’m in love with you because… i-i didn’t wanna ruin us. what we have is so so good. and i wouldn’t trade it for the world georgie. you mean absolutely everything to me. and if i lost you then i’d lose myself. but i guess i just didn’t realize that by not telling you… then in the long run, i was losing you anyway,” you told him. george bit his lip and you shuffled even closer.

“i wish you would’ve just ruined it,” he told you. “because fuck, yn. i’m so in love with you that it’s absolutely unbelievable. you consume me. you live in my head rent free. you’re everything and more to me. i’m so fucking in love with you that i’m at a loss for words. you wouldn’t believe the things you do to me. i want you to make you mine forever,” he told you.

“i want to be your’s forever georgie,” by now your knees were touching with as you both continuously inched towards each other. your lips were a hair’s breadth away from his. you could feel his breath fanning over your face. george was the first to break, lurching forward and finally connecting your lips.

passion burned and fireworks exploded as you moaned into his mouth, allowing him to shove his tongue into your mouth and go on an adventure. your hands roamed from his sunset orange locks down to his broad shoulders and finally to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling around with them. he pulled away as you got to the last button. “been waiting so long to do that,” he murmured as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he pulled your’s over your head.

“do it again,” you whispered breathlessly. he didn’t waste a second, gripping you by your bottom and pulling you on top of his lap as you began to heavily make out again. your hands roamed his broad chest and accentuated abdomen before finally tangling in his hair as his hands found home on your ass, kneading and squeezing. “want you georgie,” you whimpered as he moved to press open mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“you can have me, butterfly,” the nickname made you outright moan as you ground yourself down against his hardening member. he fumbled around with the button of your jeans before unbuttoning and unzipping them, dipping his hand into your panties. you moaned as he ran two fingers through your slit and you bucked into his hand.

his kisses moved to your covered chest as he dipped two fingers into your heat, curling them and instantly finding your gspot. “more,” you moaned.

“take it off,” he motioned towards your bra and you quickly obeyed, reaching behind you and unclipping it. immediately, his lips attached to your nipple as his thumb came up to toy at your clit. you whimpered again and he chuckled as he gently teased your nipple with his teeth.

“wanna cum georgie,” you whimpered.

“go ahead, butterfly. not stoppin’ you,” he muttered as he pulled off your right nipple before turning and giving the left the same attention. one drag of his teeth over the sensitive bud and you were done for, making a mess of your pants as your cum gushed out onto george’s hand. he fucked you through it before pulling his hand out and sucking his fingers clean. “fuckin heaven,” he moaned as he pulled them out with a pop. “better than i ever imagined.”

“wanna suck your cock georgie please,” you whimpered.

“next time princess,” you couldn’t hide the smile at hearing there’d be a next time. “need to feel your sweet little cunt wrapped around me. take the rest off,” you nodded, quickly ridding yourself of your jeans and panties as george did the same. he gently laid you on the makeshift bed he’d set up, climbing on top of you and positioning himself at your entrance. “ready butterfly?” he asked.

“give it t’me george,” you murmured, wiggling your hips for emphasis. he slowly pushed into you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning at the stretch. you reached your arms up and squeezed his biceps tightly as he bottomed out. “need a second. s’big,” you murmured softly.

“take your time butterfly,” he whispered as he leant down and placed gentle kisses on any and all inches of skin he could find.

you nodded finally after a few seconds of preparation. “okay… okay go,” you told him. george slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, effectively hitting your gspot. “there,” you moaned. he smirked slightly as he slowly fucked into you. “fuck georgie it’s so big,” you moaned.

“yeah butterfly?” he mocked slightly. he ran his hand down your left leg before lifting it, placing it over his hip for a better angle. your back arched into him and you bit your lip. “fuck baby, so little. see myself in y’little tummy,” he marveled as he pushed down on the imprint of his cock in your lower abdomen.

“want more georgie. more please,” you begged.

“greedy little thing,” he hummed as his hand made contact with your clit, rubbing in tandem with his slow, rough thrusts. “love you so much butterfly,” he murmured into your neck.

“love you too georgie,” you moaned softly as your eyes rolled back into your head. “wanna cum please,” you whimpered.

“look at me when you cum butterfly. cum with my,” you nodded rapidly, opening your eyes as he pressed his forehead against your’s. “cum butterfly, now.” with his explicit permission, you let go. moaning out his name loudly as you slipped over the edge, cumming on his cock as he bottomed out, and pumped you full of his cum.

he stayed inside of you as you both came down. it was a few minutes before he slowly pulled out. you hissed slightly at the burn as you felt his warm cum dripping from your overworked hole. he fell on the pile of blankets next to you as he pulled you into his chest. you rested your head against his pectoral as you played with the chain around his neck. after a few minutes of silence, you began giggling. “what’s so funny over there, butterfly?” george asked with a smile.

“we just fucked in the treehouse our dad’s built for us when we were kids,” you giggled. he began to laugh with you as he kissed your head.

“you’re more than just a good fuck, butterfly. you’re the love of my life,” he told you.

“your twin flame,” you smiled as you kissed his jaw.

“my twin flame indeed,” he smiled down at you.

~~

two weeks had passed since you and george’s endeavor in your childhood treehouse, and you were now both back in the apartment above the shop. you had even gotten your job back as cashier and manager. you were in george’s room, readying yourself for the day. you brushed through your hair and buttoned up your shirt, tucking it into your skirt before walking downstairs. “morning yn!” fred greeted.

“morning freddie,” you smiled as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

george snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. “morning butterfly,” he smiled as he kissed your cheek.

“morning georgie,” you giggled.

fred mocked a gagging noise. “you guys are even more insufferable now than you were when you were arguing,” he joked with a playful eyeroll.

“oh you love us, freddie,” you teased with a smile.

“loving you less and less the more i hear your noises. the walls are thin!” he called as he made his way downstairs to the shop.

“so… date tonight?” george asked. “after work. we’ll leave early,” he told you.

“and leave freddie all alone?” you asked with a small pout.

“oh he’s got angelina butterfly. he’ll be perfectly fine,” george waved you off.

“okay fine, date tonight then mr. weasley. don’t be late,” you winked over the brim of your coffee mug.

everything was perfect. back in place. back how it should be. you were back at the shop, living with fred and george. you called the younger twin your boyfriend, and you were happy.

the cosmos were aligned. and the universe was on your side. in the end, love won. the universe decided to pour gasoline onto your twin flame. she expanded it and it was now exploding and bringing upon a future for you and george that was even brighter than your flame.

and you couldn’t wait for that future to begin. it sure as hell was bright.

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[slytherweasley]

Roommate (Fred Weasley x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary- Y/n is roommates with Fred and George, while George is away at Angelina’s house and Fred is immersed in video games Y/n has time to herself.

You usually don’t get much time to yourself living with your two best friends who constantly want your attention or need your help is tiring. Usually you stay up late to pleasure yourself but that means you have to be quiet since Fred’s room is right next to yours and it’s closest to the living area so they are always walking past.

George is at his girlfriend, Angelina’s house for a week and ever since you introduced Fred to video games and TV he hasn’t left his room. Which means alone time finally. You excitedly pull out the vibrator hidden in a box under your bed. Without wasting any time you don’t bother taking off your underwear, just your pants.

You turn it on low at first and put it to your clit “mmm” you moan. You reach underneath your top and play with your nipples. You can’t help but turn it up high a string of moans come out of your mouth. You felt free not having to keep the moans in.

Fred gets up to go get some snacks for the next movie playing on TV shortly. He walks past Y/n’s room and hears her making noises. He stands at the door to make sure she is okay then he realises what he’s listening to. He can’t help but stay and listen.

You turn up your vibrator to the highest setting. You feel yourself getting close “Mmm fuck. Yes Fred” you quickly open your eyes and sit up turning off the vibrator. “Oh my- fuck! I didn’t just say that” you put your head in your hands “No! No, no, no, no, no! I didn’t say that” “Pretty sure you did.”

You whip your head up to see Fred standing at the doorway. “Oh fuck, go away Fred” “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who was moaning my name so I think you want me here.” “It was an accident, don’t tell anyone what I was just doing” “I won’t tell anyone” he sits on the bed next to you. “Please go away” “Why?” “Because I didn’t finish” he chuckles “Let me help you” “Fred you don’t have to, it was an accident.”

“If you don’t want me to then I’ll forget everything” he gets up and walks away “No! Stay. Please?” “Alright, lay on your back and spread your legs wide.” He shuts the door and casts a silencing spell “George isn’t home” you say “I know. We have neighbours” Y/n bites her lip.

Fred grabs your tits, he starts to play with them then takes your top off. “Y/n you have the most delightful tits I’ve ever seen” you chuckle at his remarks. He takes off your underwear and worships your naked body with compliments. “Merlin, look at that pretty pussy of yours” he drags a finger down your cunt and puts the finger in his mouth “You taste so sweet, you’re perfect.” “Fred you better stop, I’m going to catch feelings if you keep saying things like that.”

Fred was so mesmerised by your body “Fred I need you to touch me.” Fred kisses the inside of your thighs making you moan “Mmm please don’t tease me” Fred places a small kiss on your clit causing you to buck your hips up. “Wow you are so needy” “Freddie! I’m so horny just hurry up and eat me out.” Fred laughs “You’re so impatient” you groan and throw your head back. You feel his tongue flicking your clit “So good Fred” he slides two fingers into your entrance making you moan louder than before.

“I’m going to cum” I moan, he moves his fingers in and out of me faster and I feel myself cum on his fingers. “How was that?” He asks “That was so good” “I’m glad” Fred gets up and walks to the door. “Fred” you say “Yes?” “Is that it?” He chuckles “What more do you want from me Y/n?” “Well I didn’t get to return the favour” “I thought I was here to help you.” “Fred I know you fancy me, you wouldn’t be doing this to any girl so just get over here”

Fred walks over to you. You unbutton his pants, he throws them on the floor, you get in your knees in front of him looking up finding his eyes. “Fuck I think I’ve imagined this a hundred times but somehow you’re so much more beautiful right now.”

You pull his boxers down to his ankles, he is so much bigger than you expected, he’s got girth and length. You stroke it a few times and lick the tip “So good” he moans quitely. You take him into the back of your throat using your hands to pump the rest. “You sound so good gagging on my dick” he moans you try to take him further down your throat making you gag but Fred can’t stop moaning. He grabs your hair and uses it to push his cock down your throat further “Holy shit, feels so good, Y/n.”

Fred’s moans made you instantly get wet. “Y/n I want to be inside you” you take him out of your mouth and get onto the bed with your legs spread, Fred doesn’t move. “What?” you ask “You want me to?” “Yes hurry up, I’m kind of impatient” Fred gets onto the bed and slowly slides into you. You throw your head back and moan. “I wanna see your face” Fred moves your face so you are looking at him. His strokes get faster and harder until you are speechless and cum without warning. “Shit, I’m going to cum” he pulls out and cums on your stomach.

“I’ll see you around Y/n” he winks “Why are you constantly in a rush?” You clean yourself up. “Are we done here?” “I got the impression that you had some type of attraction to me but you’re in such a rush to leave maybe I was wrong.” “You’re not wrong you’re so beautiful but I don’t want to get anymore attached.” “Fred, please stay, I never said I didn’t like you” “Do you?” “Yes, I did just suck you off and let you fuck me. I wouldn’t let someone I didnt fancy do that” “I don’t know if this is right” “Alright leave me here alone then.” Fred sits on the edge of the bed “So?” “I’ll stay” “Smart” you get on his lap and kiss his lips.

He pushes your body close to him “I love you” you say “I love you too” he pushes you on the bed and opens your legs “You ready for round two?” He asks “I’m so ready.”

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[maveras-posts]

♥️🔪Slasher House #3🔪♥️

Slasher House #3: The Unmasking of Michael

Ghostface calls for an ‼️EMERGENCY‼️ meeting.

They all gather in the kitchen “What the hell is so important Ghostface?!” Freddy already annoyed

Ghostface has a WHOLE ASS CLIPBOARD to take attendance paying no mind to Freddy’s question (There are SIX SLASHERS who live in the house!)

Scribbling on the paper Ghostface announced “OKIE! Everyone is here… thank you all for coming—“

“What are you talking about? Michael is out hunting!” Freddy throws his hands up

“That’s the WHOLE point my dear Frederick—” tapping the top of Freddys hat with the 📋clipboard✨ “On thin FUCKING ICE—” Freddy grits his teeth.

Ghostface rolls in a fucking WHITE BOARD “How long have we known Michael? Decades…seems a little strange that…we have never seen his face?”

The three look at each other “He’s right…” Chucky puts a hand on his chin “Have you ever seen his face Jason?” Jason shakes his head in response.

Ghostface points his knife at the board🔪 “YOU SEE…this is an ISSUE!”

Freddy springs from his seat “How is THAT a problem—you wanna solve a problem? Michael eats ALL THE FUCKING SWEETS—”

Chucky rolls his eyes “You’re still mad about the Chips Ahoy? That was weeks ago!” Freddy points to the pantry “I had my name on that bag!”

“GUYS! We gotta focus…it’s a problem because Jason has known Michael for what now…” he counts on his fingers, “FORTY YEARS?!?!”

Freddy pauses *Que the windows shutting down* “H-He’s right…”

Ghostface smiles under his mask as he clears his throat “So I have done extensive research to figure out a plan…” Chucky leans forward “what did ya come up with?”

Ghostface shakes his head “It’s gonna…it’s gonna take A LOT.” “Why?” Freddy tilts his head, Ghostface lets out a frustrated sigh “Well… Michael doesn’t go down that easily—we all know that he has been shot, stabbed, burned…the list GOES ON! But if we work together…”

Jason perks up, Freddy and Chucky give quick nods “Let’s begin…”

Together, the group devised a plan to trap Michael aka THE FUCKING SHAPE of HADDONFIELD!

They get more of their Slasher friends to help them (LOWKEY EVERYONE is CURIOUS)

Jigsaw and Pennywise rush down to help

After ✨HOURS⏳ of planning and TWO PACKS of MONSTERS they arrange the trap

The sun slowly peeks over the horizon “Okay…he’ll be home any MINUTE!” Ghostface claps his hands and bounces in excitement.

The group ducks behind the couch, waiting

The back door creaks open, Michael walks into the dark house

Heavy footsteps approach the kitchen island and the crinkling of ✨CANDY WRAPPERS🍬 soon follow

“Son of a BITCH—” “SHHH” Ghostface nudges Freddy “He took the bait.”

Michael lifts the bowl just as planned *SNAP* the string attached to the bowl snapped, causing a net to fall onto the Boogeyman

Michael unfazed ripped the net and rose ragged breaths sounded in the darkness

“Motherfucker snapped the rope—HOW!?!” Freddy looks at Jigsaw and Ghostface, they shrug in response.

“Time for plan b…” Ghostface balls his fists in excitement “That’s a DEATH WISH.” Freddy shutters “I’ll take my chances!” Ghostface jumps over the couch “We are STRONGER IN NUMBERS!”

Ghostface pauses after bumping into Michael’s chest

The two stare in silence

The tension is thick and could be cut by a knife.🥁

“Come on! Back me up!” The slashers reluctantly rise from their hiding place.

Michael is 💥LIVID💥and he picks up Ghostface by the neck

They look to each other and back to Michael and LUNGE for Stabby Boi

It’s no use, Michael threw Ghostface into Jigsaw

Michael manages to reach for a lighter on the counter and Freddy rolls in a ball of 🔥FLAMES🔥

Pennywise is doing his lil dancy dance (It EASES NERVES)

Pennywise just✨ DIPS✨

Jason is in a ball in the corner 💦CRYING💦

“D-Dada?” Michael freezes when he sees Sam at the bottom of the stairs

Immediately Michael drops his knife and kneels down to Sam’s level

Sam is on the verge of tears…

AN: Sooo… the Slasher House has gotten huge over the past few days so I decided to make a new one with them trying to unmask Michael. Part four will be coming shortly, I just watched the Naruto episode where they try to see Kakashi’s face and A light bulb instantly ✨lit✨. Anyways hope y’all are having a good week and again, thank you for the support!

More soon!

-M

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[witchyweasley]

Intoxicating - Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Staying away from Fred Weasley is harder than you expect, not that you tried very hard though.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, oral (female receiving)

A/N: I’m sorry this took a bit longer to get out. Things will probably slow down a bit thanks to classes and having to do college things. But I will still be posting on here! This one was also a bit of a struggle for me, so I’m sorry if it’s not the best.

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Waking up in a strange room is never fun, but waking up naked in a familiar room with no recollection of the previous night may be worse. I felt an arm wrapped around my waist and faint breathing on my back. The room was filled with quidditch memorabilia and failed gag gift prototypes. Fuck.

Sure enough, when I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of firey red hair. Fred Weasley was cuddled up to me, completely naked and sleeping soundly. I tried to slip out from his arms, only to be dragged back to him. Even in his sleep he’s stronger than me.

I told myself not to do this again, but drunk me never seems to listen when it comes to Fred. We’ve been close friends since Hogwarts, but never anything more than that. But the minute my lips taste firewhiskey, the only other thing they want to taste is Fred, and I’m not good at ignoring temptation.

It’s not that I don’t like Fred, in fact it’s quite the opposite. I’ve fancied Fred since our 6th year, I just didn’t realize it until I felt the pang of jealousy as I watched him dance the night away with Angelina. I just don’t think Fred fancies me. Our drunken hookups started quickly after Angelina ended their relationship, so I think it’s more of a rebound for him.

I honestly don’t know, we never talk about it sober.

I tried to move again, successfully slipping out of his grip this time by sneaking a pillow into his arms. I watched as he nuzzled the pillow, his cheeks flushed red and his messy hair glowed in the sunlight. I gathered up my outfit from the previous night that was now strewn across the room, slipping it on quietly. Fred stirred in the bed as I opened the door, but I made sure to move quickly so that he wouldn’t see me.

This is the third time I’ve snuck out of his apartment now. I’m not even sure if he knows we’ve slept together. I always leave before he fully wakes up, and he doesn’t act like anything has happened between us when we meet up with our Hogwarts friend groups for tea.

If I’ve learned anything through this, it’s that I should not be drinking around Fred Weasley.

•

“Are you sure you’re okay with being the only sober person there?” Ginny asked as she combed through her long hair.

“I’ll be fine. I haven’t exactly been making good decisions when I’m drunk, so I need at least one party where I don’t feel bad the next day,” I laughed.

“Yeah, where were you last time?” Ginny asked.

“Nowhere,” I said quickly.

“I know you weren’t in your room,” Ginny said matter-of-factly.

“It doesn’t matter where I was, Gin,” I said.

“Fine, as long as they were hot it’s fine by me,” she shrugged. I rolled my eyes and laughed, following her out the door to head off to the quidditch after party.

The room was full of people cheering, dancing, just like all of the other parties. It reminds me of the parties in the Gryffindor common room after winning a game.

“Heyyy, you made it!” George slured, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“Hello George,” I said, holding him up.

“I’m not George! I’m Fred!” He drunkenly yelled.

“Nice try dumbass, you’ve got a G on your shirt. Plus you know I can tell you two apart no matter what,” I laughed, bumping his hip with mine.

“Are you gonna come hang out at our apartment again?” he said in a not-to-quiet whisper yell.

“Again?” Ginny asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I helped them clean up the other day. The place was a wreck,” I lied quickly, before pointing in a random direction to go and say hi to nobody.

“Hey! Nice to see you here, can I talk to you for a second?” Fred said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a quiet hallway.

“What’s up, Fred?” I asked, leaning against the wall.

“So, I have a bit of a strange question to ask,” he started.

“Okay?” I said.

“What are we?” he asked.

“What do you mean? We’re friends, we’ve been best friends since wizarding school,” I said quickly, not expecting him to ask that. And for him to be seemingly sober in this moment.

“Is that it? Are we just friends?” he questioned, his voice getting lower.

“Fred I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go find…” I started, walking back towards the crowded room. I was halted by Fred grabbing my wrist and pulling me to his chest, his other hand landing on my waist.

“Friends don’t know how you taste,” he said slowly, his eyes darkening.

“I-um, well...I,” I stuttered.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed out, his eyes darting between my gaze and my lips.

Apparently the lack of alcohol does nothing from deterring me from Fred, because my lips were soon attached to his in a hungry kiss. His hands held tightly at my waist, holding me close to him and my own settled on his chest.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he breathed out, looking down at me for some sort of response.

“Yes,” I said, ignoring the voice in my head telling me I shouldn’t.

The minute we entered his apartment, his lips were attached to mine. My hands worked at the buttons of his shirt. He quickly threw it off to some random corner of the living room. His hands slid down to the hem of my shirt, pulling away from a kiss long enough to pull the fabric over my head. Messy kisses and stumbling feet lead us to his bedroom, tripping over our pants as we tried to shed them.

“You’re intoxicating,” he breathed out, admiring my body as I stood in front of him in my underwear. Before he went in for another kiss I stopped him.

“Wait, you’re not drunk are you?” I asked.

“No, I decided not to drink at this party,” he said.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“I got tired of waking up without you,” he said, pushing me back onto the bed. He crawled on top of me, kissing my lips deeply before trailing them between my breasts. His hands kneading at them as his lips continued down my body, kissing both hips before he settled his body at the foot of the bed.

His hands pushed my legs apart further before trailing them up my thighs, ghosting over my clothed core. His thumb lightly rubbed over the damp spot on my underwear, not putting any pressure on it. Soon, his fingers pulled my underwear to the side, and his tongue was lapping at my juices. It wasn’t long before I was moaning his name loudly.

“Oh fuck, yes Fred, oh yes Fred,” I moaned out, my hands tangled in his hair. His tongue traced patterns around me before stopping to suck my sensitive clit into his mouth. My back arched from the pleasure as he worked his magic on me.

“Fuck me, please,” I moaned out, tugging at his hair.

“Your wish is my command,” he smirked, lapping up my juices one last time before sitting up to slide off his underwear. I quickly slid my own over my hips and unhooked my bra, tossing it to a random corner of the room.

He rubbed the head of his cock along my soaking pussy, causing me to buck my hips as he rubbed over my clit. Slowly, he pushed into me and the room filled with a mixture of our moans. He thrusted slowly into me, leaning down to catch my lips with his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight around my cock,” he moaned out before capturing my lips again.

“Fuck me harder Freddie,” I moaned out, desperately wanting him to go faster than his agonizingly slow pace. He smirked and thrust his hips into me at a fast pace, slamming into me and making me cry out. My orgasm quickly rushing over me as he pounded into me.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Fred said, “Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth, I want to know how you taste,” I moaned, sitting up and positioning myself on all fours in front of him. I quickly took him into my mouth, tasting my juices that were coating his cock. He quickly released onto my tongue, moaning loud praises in my name as he did so. I moaned and swallowed the salty liquid, cleaning him up as best I could.

“Fuck, that was...fantastic,” Fred panted out.

“Yeah it was,” I agreed, laying back on the bed.

“Why did you always leave in the morning?” Fred asked, breaking the moment of silence that was previously filled with heavy breathing.

“I didn’t want you to think of me as a mistake, or ruin our friendship,” I admitted.

“Why would you be a mistake?” he asked.

“I figured I was a fling. I mean, it wasn’t long after she broke up with you that I woke up in your bed,” I pointed out.

“Darling, Angelina broke up with me because I wouldn’t shut up about you. She said I obviously had feelings for you, and just didn’t know what to do about it because I was dating her. I didn’t think she was right until I saw you at that party, dancing with Lee,” he said.

“Weird, I found out I liked you the same way,” I laughed.

“I didn’t dance with Lee that night?” Fred said, giving me a strange look.

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[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Basically everything Infected Moon tries to do ends up unnecessarily brutally violent, and sometimes not even directed at other people.

Like, if the Sun and Freddy did manage to get through to him enough where he started to feel hesitant about his goal of harming the child. He knows that in the end, it isn’t really up to him though, being as she can take control anytime she sees fit. He isn’t a safe companion when he can be turned against them so quickly.  Because while the virus works better when he still is at least okay with his fucked up actions, it still works when he’s resisting them, so trying to hold a normal conversation with him would be dangerous even after making him reluctant. It just has to force him more, but that’s not hard- it can control essentially all functions. 

So his solution? Jam something in the loop in his back and jump off the second floor balcony. Without explaining anything. And scaring the crap out of Sun.

Now, his logic was moreso that if he couldn’t move, he couldn’t be a threat, so using the limited time he had in control he needed to break his legs. Water wouldn’t work, they weren’t close enough to anywhere with water, and breaking them himself while possible would take too long when he doesn’t know when she might cause him to attack them again. But they can’t stop a fall, as long as he prevents the hook from being able to attach to the hoop- thus jamming it. But he didn’t REALLY explain any of this... he just said “I have an idea”, shoved something into his hoop and then jumped off the balcony. 

Sun obviously went to the ground floor to check on him, and he was very chipper when he proclaimed “Good news, my legs are broken!” and then happily explained that now he can’t walk.

Sun was horrified but appreciated the effort.... somewhat. Though honestly he really wishes Infected Moon would’ve discussed his idea before doing something as insane as breaking his own legs.

I really want to develop more of the redemption au, it’s honestly great. There’s a lot of ways it could end, especially with the idea that it could be handled defensively (i.e. trying to convince him over the course of the night) or offensively (i.e. trying to get him into the cylinder by any mean necessary)

I had a lot of fun coming up with the two different routes for the crazy twins au (the one I’m writing about- and yes I’m still working on it I just don’t want to have too many writing drafts so I want to finish up those-, where they basically have a hostage, and the one I’m doodling about where they have to get them out of parts and services) and I would like to write more about the different endings for things like redemption au and role reversal au using the same logic.

Depends if people are interested, though. This might not be as interesting to other people as it is to me ^^’ Let me know if you guys would actually like to know more about my ideas regarding this though!

#fnaf security breach au #redemption au #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sunrise #sundrop #role reversal au #crazy twins au #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory

[kerie-prince]

forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

—

“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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Fred Weasley - “Fred doesnt date” 2

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all okay <3

Here is part two to “Fred doesn’t date”, please let me know what you think, I do have a part three idea ready but wont post it unless some of you want it. 

PART ONE

Female Reader 

Warnings: none 

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Some might say Fred Weasley was scared to commit, some would say he enjoyed the player lifestyle and others would say he was some sort of sex addict who just enjoyed multiple partners but not all at once.

The truth was, Fred was indeed scared. He felt that the people close to him were he only ones he could trust, the only ones he could truly open up to. He was very happy with his life and his relationships, those he chose to build were stronger than most. He never expected to be drawn to Y/N, he also never expected to develop the feeling he did.  

He was utterly shocked at the way their relationship progressed, he had never felt this before, the butterflies he would get when he saw her or the way his heart fluttered when their skin made the slightest contact or the undeniable feeling of love he had when she fell asleep in the common room all cuddled up into Fred’s chest after a night of her homework and him planning pranks.

This is why Fred Weasley didn’t date. It always got complicated. Feelings of anger, hatred, sadness filled him up and he couldn’t take his eyes away from the scene in front of him. Cedric placed a kiss on Y/N’s jawline before placing one on the corner of her lips. Soon enough his lips were on hers as his hand moved down to her waist whilst the other supported the back of her neck so he could pull her closer.

Fred knew he should look away, he knew he was torturing himself watching the scene in front of him unfold.  

He wanted to scream, he wanted to go over there and pull Cedric as far away from Y/N as he could. An overwhelming need to break his hands for even touching Y/N in such away creeped inside his body and his fists clenched at his side.

How dare he.  

How dare he stand there and touch her, kiss her, do all the things that Fred should be doing with her.  

Surely he had heard the rumours. He knows how close they had been getting. How dare he interrupt that and take her away from him.  

Tears pricked at the corner of Freds eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. He knew he couldn’t stay there, so he didn’t. He forced himself to look away form the two and turned to head back to his dorm.  

He thought Y/N liked him, he thought she felt the same way he did. Why did she kiss Cedric if she knew?

He was angry with himself, he was so stupid to let himself get attached to her in the first place, he knew it was a bad idea but she was so bloody addictive. Every little thing about her drove him mad but in the best way possible.  

As Fred walked down the corridor the tears started to fall freely from his eyes, scared someone would see him he ran as fast as he could up to his dorm. A few girls saw him and tried to stop and speak to him but his feet carried him straight past them. His top teeth were embedded in his bottom lip to stop the sound of heartbreak escaping his mouth.

Even after what he just saw, no other girl could take his attention away from Y/N. He made it to his dorm, he was greeted by a smiling George who soon had a look of fear paint his face.  

“What’s wrong Freddie?” his voice was laced with concern as he walked over to his brother. He had never seen Fred in such a state. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks were wet with tears and his lip was bleeding slightly. It was obvious this wasn’t from a fight so what had gotten Fred so worked up?

Fred stood still in front of his brother, he looked around the room before a broken sob left his mouth, George’s heart broke at the sound. George wrapped his arms around Fred and pulled him close. “Mate what is it? You know you can tell me anything”  

Loud broken cry’s left Freds mouth as all his emotions bubbled over, chocked sobs and snotty sniffles filled the room as he collapsed against George. Though Fred and George loved each other dearly, they never really hugged, it wasn’t uncommon but it wasn’t something they did regularly. They usually hugged when something good happened, like when they got the money for the shop that they planned on opening over the summer or when it was their birthday. George couldn’t believe that the reason they were hugging was because Fred was, well heart broken.

“Digger kissed her, he actually fucking kissed her” Fred shouted as he pulled away from George. “How fucking dare he, who does he think he is” he pulled his shirt over his head and wiped his face with it before putting it in the wash basket.  

“Fuck...Fred I’m so sorry” George had never seen Fred so angry, even loosing quidditch to Slytherin never had him this mad. His hands were in fists by his sides whilst his chest heaved with anger, jaw clenched.  

“I should have asked her sooner Georgie, why the fuck didn’t I ask her sooner” soon the anger was replaced by sadness, which consumed Freds body as he lay in his bed. He’s never been so emotional before, his heart literally felt like it had been broken in two, he felt weak… hopeless  

“Cmon mate, why don’t we go down to dinner, food will help and I’m sure we could see if the elf’s could get you ice cream, like what mum does when you’re upset”  

Fred buried himself in his duvet, “nah I think I’m gonna stay here, don’t really want to have to sit and watch her and perfect Diggory be all over each other again”

“I’ll take you something back then, just please come and find me if you need me, even send one of the first years down and I’ll be here as soon as I can okay?”  

Fred nodded “turn off the lights please on your way out”, George left the room and anger flooded his body. He hated seeing any of his family sad but the fact it was Fred, it was prankster Fred who was always laughing but now broken, angered him even more. He wanted Fred to be happy but after seeing the state he was in, it felt like it would be a while before laughing Fred returned.  

-

“Ced, I really think we should go and find Fred, what if he’s looking for us” Y/N pulled Cedric by the hand towards the staircase leading to the Gryffindor common rooms.  

Cedric pulled her back toward him, wrapping his arm around her waist “cmon you agreed to a snack first” he looked down at Y/N with his best pleading eyes. She rolled her eyes before grinning at the boy beside her “fine, only because I’m hungry”  

They made their way down the corridor, “he’s probably off shagging some girl in our year, doubt he’s looking for you”. Y/N felt angry hearing that, she knew Fred had a reputation but they had been getting closer and going on dates and stuff, surely he wouldn’t be off seeing other girls when he was suppose to be spending the day with her George and Lee.  

“I don’t think so Ced, he was suppose to be spending the day with us” her voice was quiet as she looked ahead of her.  

“Oh cmon Y/N you can’t be serious, Fred doesn’t care about that, as long as he’s getting a shag then he’s happy” Cedric laughed. “What’s going on with you two anyway?”  

“Fred and Me? Nothing...we are just friends” Y/N looked down at the ground, the thought of Fred with another girl upset her, Y/N had always hoped that the rumours going around school just now were secretly true. That Fred was finally settling down with someone. With her.  

Cedric turned them so Y/N rested against the wall, “are we friends Y/N” he asked as he rested his elbow above her.  

“Of course Cedric, why would you ask that?” she looked up at him, forcing a smile.

“Well if I’m honest, I’ve always liked you Y/N, obviously I figured it’s better to tell you now before it’s too late. Especially since I’m leaving at the end of the year.”  

“Oh Cedric...I’m not sure what to say, I’m flattered really” suddenly her shoes looked very interesting.  

“Cmon Y/N, I’m so much better for you than Weasley, he can’t give you the things I can, plus you know his reputation just as well as I do. Remember that time Lucy is my year came into the common room crying her eyes out because Fred said he didn’t want her? What makes you think you’d be different?”

Y/N couldn’t help but frown. Cedric was right, Fred did have a reputation for hurting girls, she never thought he would really mean to hurt them but what if he did? He’d led her on and now he was no where to be seen.  

Why would Fred change for her? She was nothing special. Plenty girls at school were prettier than she was, smarter than she was. She was a fool for thinking Fred would want something more.

“We would be good together Y/N and you know it. Summers in Italy or at yours, your brother loves me already so we know he’d be on board with it us. Plus, look” he gestured down to his body “who could say no to all this”.  

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at Cedric, she had always found him quite attractive, though they really only started speaking last year, Y/N had lost all her puppy fat over the summer, her boobs had gotten a bit bigger and her arse and curves were more defined.  

“Hmm summers in Italy do sound good” she teased  

“I’d hope I’d get your attention more than just through the summer” he leaned down placing a kiss on her cheek.  

“I’m sure we could arrange that if it’s your deepest desire” he smirked against her before placing another kiss on her cheek.  

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted” he teased, placing another kiss on her jaw, “can I kiss you?” His voice was a low whisper in her ear. Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, on one hand she would like to kiss Cedric, she did use to have a crush on him, but the other part of her wanted to say no, hopeful that Fred would maybe want her.  

Her body reacted before she could, nodding at Cedric. He grinned down at her, he ran his hand across her cheek pushing her baby hairs back form her face, she giggled at the contact.  Cedric placed a soft delicate kiss on her jaw and then her lips, soon enough their lips where moving in sync but something felt off.  

She pulled away before smiling up at Cedric “cmon we better go and get ready for supper” she places her hand in his and pulled him towards the common room.

-

When she got to dinner she sat with Cedric, laughing with him and his friends, her attention was drown to the flash of ginger hair walking into the hall. It was George, she looked over and smiled at him, shock consumed her when he glared at her. If looks could kill she’d have been dead.  

His eyes trailed down to the table where Cedric has his hand rested on top of hers. George looked angry, his face turned slightly red and his nostrils flared. He walked over to the Gryffindor table, immediately meeting with lots of “you okay George?” “Where’s Fred?” “What’s got you so angry?”.

He was sat with Lee, Angie, Alicia and Katie, once he told them all what happened they were fuming. None of them really liked Diggory in all honesty, from the way he acted during quidditch to his show off personality, they all thought he was a bit of a tool.  

To say there were all shocked was an understatement, they had all seen Y/N and Fred together and even they knew they were more than friends.  

“Well I won’t be saying hi to her again any time soon” Alicia said in a bitchy tone, “how could she do that to Fred?”.

-

Fred eventually got hungry, and honestly he hoped food would comfort him. He pulled on a hoodie with his grey joggers and made his way down to the great hall. As he entered he avoided looking over at the Hufflepuff table, usually he would look for Y/N and send her a wave or a wink or a goofy grin but not today. Not ever again, he thought to himself when he reached his friends. He was sat in between Lee and George, both of them giving him a pat on the back as he sat down.  

They tried to distract Fred by talking about new pranks and quidditch plays but he wasn’t really paying attention. He was desperate to turn around and look at her, to go over and pull her away from perfect Diggory and convince her that she should be with him instead but he knew he had to be strong. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against Diggory, after all, he he was the better option, he would give her the things Fred couldn’t, like luxury holidays to Italy.  

Ginny came over to them and sat in-between Fred and Lee, giving her brother a comforting hug once he explained what happened. A few little sobs leaving his mouth which he covered with a cough. Fred had spoken to Ginny loads about Y/N, she was the only one who wouldn’t slag him off for being all lovey dovey about her.  

“Fred, don’t look now but Y/N is coming over” Alicia said as she kept looking over to where Y/N walked over towards the table. Fred groaned and felt his eyes start to water.  

Ginny turned around and glared at the girl coming towards her, “bitch” she mumbled before turning to Fred. “Want me to tell her you don’t wanna talk?”

“Fuck” he rubbed his eyes with his pointer finger and thumb, “it’s okay gin, I can’t exactly avoid her”. Y/N came over and wrapped her arms around Fred’s neck, pulling down his hood “what’s up with you Freddie?” her voice whispered in his ear. Fred tensed at the contact, before relaxing at her voice.  

Y/N was worried about Fred, he was never usually late to dinner and she didn’t even get her usual goofy smile off him.

Her voice was one of his favourite sounds, he often fell asleep to her voice in the common room late at night when he’d sneak her in. His head would rest on her lap as she read muggle tales to him, the way her voice soothes him sent him into deep slumbers. He couldn’t help but melt in her arms and at her words, she’s always so caring.

He looked at his friends who were all sending glares her way. He sucked in a breath before pulling her hands away from his neck, he turned around and looked at her. She frowned at his current state, his hair was a mess, eyes bloodshot and face red.  

“Nothing I’m good” Fred stood up and, made his way out of the hall.  

“What’s up with him Georgie?” She turned to look at Fred make his way out the hall.  

Ginny scoffed and rolled his eyes at her, “hmm I wonder” sarcasm laced her voice as she tapped her chin. Ginny learned at a young age to look after herself and then she very quickly realised she had to look after her family. They always came first and no one said anything bad about them.  

She’d had her fair share of arguments with boys and girls over the years, boys trying to slag off her brothers out of jealousy and girls complaining about rejection. Knowing how much Fred liked and cared for Y/N only made Ginny angrier, Fred actually allowed himself to get close to someone and she broke him. She stood up to face Y/N, eyes staring her down, “why don’t you go ask your new boyfriend Diggory? Maybe you two can recreate some of the dates my brother took you on”, her voice was cold as ice as she spoke. She shoved past Y/N and went to look for Fred.  

Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked down at George, he just looked at her before a “she’s right” left his mouth and him and the rest of the people he was sitting with left the hall.  

-

Y/N was shocked, she was an idiot for underestimating what she and Fred had. She stood for a moment trying to think about everything that had happened. She majorly regretted kissing Cedric now, she should have spoken to Fred, asked how he felt but she was an idiot. She let her insecurities get the better of her.

She decided to go to her dorm and call it a night, at about 2 am she woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, her mind in overdrive. She decided to go for a wander out to the gardens to look at the stars.  

-

Fred was in and out of sleep, if he wasn’t having dreams about him and Y/N, he was dreaming about her and Cedric.  

He woke up after dreaming about walking in on Y/N and Cedric, Cedric was above her, hands running down her body, they were laughing at Fred as he stood at the door watching.

“Oh Freddie, you didn’t actually think you had a chance with me, did you?” Y/N’s giggle flooded the room but it wasn’t her normal laugh, it was laced with mockery and hate. “Why would I settle for you, poor little Fred Weasley, can’t even commit to a girl. You honestly think I’d settle for that? Cedric treats me so much better”. Cedric leaned down kissing her roughly..

Fred shot up from his bed, chest heaving as he tried to calm down. He was an idiot for thinking he stood a chance, why would she be his when he’d been with so many other girls? When Cedric could offer her the world and he could offer her a summer at the burrow?  

He got up and chucked on shorts and a hoodie, making his way out his dorm and out the portrait. He made his way around the castle avoiding the prefects and Filtch. He reached the gardens and was sat on the grass looking up at the stars above him.  

He was staring up at the moon, all he could think about was Y/N, the way she laughed, the way she listened to everything Fred had to say, the way she could brighten up even the darkest days and the way she made everything better.  

He thought about Christmas, he’d asked her to stay with them over the festive period. He was looking forward to spending all his free time with her, playing in the snow and showing her all his favourite places around the burrow. He knew she’d love their garden, the stars were even clearer there. He was to engrossed in thought that he hadn’t heard Y/N walk up behind him,  

He was even looking forward to having her meet his mum and dad. Molly was shocked when she saw the letter from Fred asking for his new friend-girl to stay over at Christmas. Molly had a feeling another sweater may be needed.  

“Freddie….” Her voice was a whisper but still managed to make him jump “can I join you?”……..

Part Three

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I'm screaming,,please talk more about aftoncest!! When you mentioned fnaf and shipping, I thought you were talking about Gregory and glamrock freddy

AHAH, i have seen gregory and glamrock freddy around (which looks very 👀👀👀 might i add), but I haven't gotten onto security breach quite yet.

Yes, it's true, the ship i was vagueposting about was aftoncest! I figured it was time i got back into fnaf (the last time i was "into" the series was... oof, 2016 probably?) so i looked up a lore guide. I knew afton was the child killer at this point due to osmosis and occasionally hearing something, but I wasn't aware he had kids! (I remembered the crying child from fnaf 4- and very very vaguely knew about the girl from sister location). I saw Michael's sprite and was like "oh hey, he seems like the oldest- Michael, huh, wonder how he fits i-" and then it went "the Mike Schmidt who's the protagonist of fnaf1" and I was like he's THAT MIKE????

I was curious to see if he had any voice lines so i looked it up, found a video on the SL cutscene(?), played it, and immediately heard,

"father."

...

And yup, that did it for me, I was 100% sold. I already figured Michael and William probably had a twisted relationship (i mean it's the fucking purple guy and his son akdhajdhaj *wheeze* how could they not) but then I read more of the lore and wow. WOOOW. These two uh- they have... well they have a relationship-

It's really interesting to me! I mean, from what I remember of michael in fnaf 4, the kid was kind of a bully (RIP crying child lmao)- even if I'm sure he didn't actually mean to ever hurt Evan. It makes me wonder, what kind of a parent Afton was to his children- was he so absent that this behaviour went unchecked for so long? Did Michael just think that it was okay- that teasing and bullying was a natural part of showing affection (just think about those implications for a second oh no-). Maybe Michael took the brunt of all his father's bs, and that's why he lashed out at Evan, in the form of pranks and teasing (even if it crossed the line)- maybe on some level he hated how free Evan got to be, he still got to be a crying child, blissfully ignorant, whereas Michael was more grown up, was less illusioned to the reality of what went on inside their house- not to project or anything, but as the eldest lemme tell ya, we absolutely get the brunt of any issues with our parents. Maybe Michael wants his father's love and attention, but also sees the truth behind who is father is (even without the child murdering ajdgsjdhsjdhsj)- which makes their relationship delightfully complicated.

Michael becoming an adult makes it even more interesting. Michael still clearly respected William enough to do what he said without question seeing as, well, not just anyone will do you a favour and go put your dead daughter/their sister "back together", endangering and dying themself in the process. It makes me wonder about how close they must have grown. How the absense of Michael's mother, Elizabeth and Evan must have affected their relationship, how it might have twisted from already unhealthy to codependent. Michael suddenly overlooking all his father's flaws and mistreatment out of guilt and desperation to keep him around. William growing obsessively attached to the only person he has left. I feel like William is attached to Michael, too- he's the only person he trusts, and, well, when someone is willing to do almost anything for you, you're going to feel fondness for them (as twisted as it may be). I like to think of it as a really fucked up lowkey servent and master dynamic- Michael is William's favourite little tool, whom he can use and abuse but is strong enough not to break under it (until he does- but its fine, because he can always pick up the pieces.)

(He's good at that. Breaking things and putting them back together.)

Just hnghfnfhfnfhdhd these two! Ah! They're basically the protagonist and antagonist of the series, and you know i love me some hero/villain ships sometimes. Its so delicious, you get to add a whole extra topping of manipulation and inseparability and obsession and all kinds of spice to the mix with this ship! The familial ties making it so that they'll always be connected to one another, the attachment, the history! *mwah*, brilliant, 10/10.

#please send me more asks about this because #hhhh this SHIP #also i know i probably rambled a bit ajdjsdhsjdj #i have a lot of feelings #esp about mike individually because hes my favourite help- #did i talk enough about the ship itself? i feel like i might have focused a bit on them individually oops #but YES i love it sm #i know theres probably like 2 others shippers out there dw u guys I'll feed you with my shameless self indulgence #aftoncest #citrus speaks #ty for the ask nonny i get insecure about my ship rambles sometimes so its reassuring to know someone doesnt mind it akdhajdhsjdj

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Dreams, Chapter 13

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 13

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1513

Summary: The reader has another dream with Dean, where he emphasizes how he feels in a variety of ways.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n, this section has a little smut, oblique mention of suicide

           The last lingering kids are leaving the other side of the playground as the golden hour streams through the trees, likely going home to their families for dinner and homework and whatever else normal kids do on fall afternoons like this. Sunlight seeps into your jeans even as the air has a touch of chill to it, and when you pump your legs the balance feels amazing.

           “What’re you, trying to go all the way around?” Dean laughs, looking impossibly overgrown in worn shit kickers on a swing meant for children next to yours. You throw your head back to laugh, feeling the wind through your hair as you soar past him. When the chains start to jump a little you back off, letting your momentum wind all the way down until you’re swaying back and forth lazily together. You reach over and slip your index into a new hole in the knee of Dean’s jeans. He links his fingers into yours loosely, play-coy. “You always did love these, you little minx.”

           “What can I say? I like as much of your skin as I can get.” You give him your best Dean Winchester wink and he bites his lip through a chuckle. For a long minute you sit just like that, feeling the warmth and calm soak into your pores. “What should I do, Dean?” you murmur.

           He swipes his thumb across the back of your hand. “He needs time. It’s going to be okay, I swear. You know Sam he’s just—he’s in his head.”

           You nod to yourself. “It’s that we’re happier, right? Is that how this works, how you can come be my Friendly Neighborhood Freddie Krueger, or whatever?”

           “The way Cas explained it was ‘closer to true serenity and self-realization’ so whatever the hell that means. You are, though, right? Happier?”

           Meeting his eyes made you feel even more relaxed, steady and reassured regardless of how bizarre it was to tell him, “Yeah, I really am. Dean, I—I miss you so bad it still sometimes feels like I’m going to puke. But yeah, I’m happier with Sam. I love him, baby.”

           Dean’s gaze goes fuzzy with affection around the edges. “Well, he’s pretty damn lovable. Runs in the family, what can I say?” He kisses the back of your hand. “Good.”

           “Good?”

           “It’s not a trap, babe. You’re still my girl.”

           “I love you.” It’s all you can say, all you can think, really. You watch his profile for a moment as he squints against the low afternoon sun, casting beautiful sunflower light over his freckles. “What happens if I don’t wake up?”

           “Your subconscious will kick me out and you’ll wake up automatically. I don’t think you can really control it.”

           “No, I mean, like, if I don’t wake up?”

           Dean turns toward you, jaw set hard and nostrils flared. “That’s not fucking funny.”

           He tries to pull his hand out of yours but you tighten your grip. “What’s the point though? If you’re, you know, okay, can’t we just—”

           “No, we ‘can’t just,’” he scowls. “All the bullshit I’ve done over the years to keep you two alive, but fuck it, who cares? Let’s throw in the towel, really make the whole thing worth it.”

           “I’m—Dean, it’s not that. I just don’t understand what we’re waiting for. It’s not like Sam and I are even hunting anymore, there’s no more ‘bigger purpose’ to our lives, why be separated—”

           “The ‘bigger purpose’ is you fucking being alive. That’s the bigger purpose. Forget it, off the fucking table.”

           “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but it’s not really your call.”

           Dean finally yanks hard enough to get his hand out of your grip and braces his elbows on his knees to hold his chin. The serious angles of his anger look out of place as he sways slightly, boots in the playground mulch where he sits on his swing. He looks back at you after taking a deep breath. “Kid, please. Just, please? I’m—that’s all I want, is you guys getting old, really getting out. I can’t have—I can’t have Sam’s whole life be only hunting, he deserves more than that.”

           You scoff, half a derisive laugh. “Making his decisions from beyond the grave, that’s good, even for you.”

           “Is it really that bad? All I’m asking you to do is wait. You’ll get here soon enough.”

           “Yeah, it really is. It really is that fucking bad. And honestly, who are you to ask me that? You’re not here, Dean. How can you ask us to do it without you?”

           “It’s not like you two are fucking here with me! Do you think I’m loving every minute of it, getting grapes fed to me by 1992 Pam Anderson all goddamn day? I’m alone. It’s heaven and I can, whatever, visit Bobby or our folks, get so blasted I can’t see and wake up with no hangover, but you two aren’t there. Do you get that? So I get some glimpses of you guys and I know you’re taking care of each other and I can fucking wait, because that’s the way things are supposed to be.”

           He’s trying hard to keep his voice level but it’s coming out like a growl, and you know him, know from that clench of his jaw that he’s barely keeping it together, on this stupid swing set in this stupid gorgeous park, whose attached memory you can’t even recall.

           “Hey,” you breathe, getting up out of your swing to stand in front of him, taking each of his hands and putting them around your hips as you slot one leg on either side of his waist and settle on his lap. This close you can practically count each of his eyelashes where they graze his cheekbones and you take one hand to tilt his face up to yours, your toes just barely grazing the ground behind him. “Okay. I’m sorry. Okay.” You curl forward into him, catching the plush of his lips and kissing Dean in apology. He snakes a hand into your hair, winding his fingers in it and kissing you back, and you feel the twinge of desperate frustration, meeting him there with everything you have, shifting all your weight onto his center of gravity and working as best you can to weld your body to his. Dean’s other hand slides to your lower back, under your shirt, the callused tips of his fingers digging into the skin and he’s just as hungry for you as you are for him, grabbing at his chest hard enough that you’re at risk of ripping his shirt, pink lines from your nails marking up Dean’s neck.

           The hand in your hair tugs back, firm enough to be rough, and the noise you make is halfway between a moan and a whimper as he bites your neck, the sound hardening Dean through the denim under you and then he’s tearing at your shirt, not bothering with the obstacle of your jacket at all as he tries to shuck both off at once.

           “We’re in a—Dean, we’re in a fucking playground,” you hiss, about two inches away from not caring.

           “Babe, it’s a dream, we’re not really in a park,” he mutters along your jugular, the moist slick of spit turning ice cold in the fall air.

           That’s all the permission you need and you lean back to let him rip, flicking open the metal of his belt buckle and button, unzipping his jeans. “Fuck—kid, careful with the zipper,” Dean grunts, diction poor as you bite his lower lip.

           “I don’t want—to wake—up—before—" you murmur though fevered motion, licking and nipping along Dean’s jaw, and the realization gets Dean with the picture. He stands up fast, picking you up and crushing you into the metal pole of the swing set, practically shredding your jeans as his start to slump around his hips, worn plaid of his boxers covering the fast-thickening length of him and you turn to lean your chest against the pole, ready for him before he spins you hard.

           “Need to see you,” he says, almost quiet and gentle as his hands are moving roughly against your body, and you see the touch of wetness at the base of his eyelashes while you try to stand on one leg and yank the other out of your pants as fast as you can.

           It’s sloppy and goofy and unbelievably, gut-punchingly hot, wrapping your bare thigh around Dean’s hips as he shove-slides inside you, his hand protecting your skull from getting rammed into the metal. “I love you I love you I love you” you’re humming into the crook of his neck and Dean kisses you again, slowing down.

           “I know, baby, I know,” he says, pace no longer frenzied but rhythmic and building.

           You press a palm to his chest and Dean pauses for a beat, stretch of him buried to the hilt so perfect it’s almost distracting but you still have to ask, “When am I going to s—”

           “Hopefully soon.”

           And then he’s gone.

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 14

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This is me totally being a sap, but today is the one year anniversary of my dude proposing to me.

I just worked my 3 in a row, absolutely pissed that one year into the pandemic and the hospital still hadn’t gotten their shit together. We were still coding people left and right and hoping that whoever the fuck was out there listening would make those 12 hours go by as quickly as possible. At the very least, family members could agree to pull life support so we wouldn’t have to make these people suffer any more than they already were.

There were nights when we ran out of equipment for the patients and we just... had to make due with what we had. We had to call doctors and ask if it was okay to keep the patients satting in the 80s maxed out and proned because there was nothing else that we could do. The floor was already exceeding their daily limits for medical oxygen consumption because of all the vents, Bi-Paps and High-Flows. If we didn’t lower them to the lowest tolerable setting, we’d run out of oxygen and then everyone would die. It wasn’t a surprise that consistent hypoxia left them with brain damage or when they finally recovered, they weren’t the same. We knew that.

It was month three of staffing ratios being taken away from the nurses -HIGH ALERT PANDEMIC SURGE NOTIFICATION would flash on the computer every time I’d sign in-, and I hadn’t had a lunch break since November 2020. I remember being able to trace the outline of my N95 -which we still had to fucking reuse and put in the paper bags every shift, then throw them in a dumpster to be “sanitized” for later use- with my nails at the end of work. It’d burn when it fell into place again 12 hours later. When I took off my scrub cap, my hair fell out in chunks.

The tops of my hands had been chemically burned from the sanitizers for about two months. They’d still hurt as I’d slather on cream and put a Tegaderm on. They only healed when I was off of work, going from that angry purple-red to a bright pink. “Freddy Krueger hands,” I’d tell anyone at work who asked, “because we’re living in a fucking nightmare.”

Two months before I swore I’d never love another patient again after losing someone who honestly believed I was their angel. I lied and kept watching person after person die every shift, bagging their bodies and stuffing them into the freezer that was only meant for six. I’m not attached, I’m not attached, I’m not attached. But I still remember most of their names. I’m still scared to forget them. At least I stopped making promises I couldn’t keep to them. Saying sorry stopped feeling good enough. Now I had nothing to say and only anger to feel. I didn’t know what to do with my rage so I lashed out when everything was too much.

You and I had been fighting for months because of Covid. “Babe, we’re both heroes now,” you’d joke.

Right. Because even before the pandemic, you were always the hero. The one who was running into the fire when everyone was rushing out. The pandemic never changed that. And a part of me was incredibly bitter about how the public saw you.

Because what was I before the pandemic? Just some fucking nurse? The doctor’s bitch? I was still getting pissed on, spit on and coughed on by the very people who were calling me a “healthcare hero.”

I didn’t want to be a hero. I don’t think any of us did. I just wanted to go back to before the pandemic where I could help people and be the person that they needed me to be- their hero was never a part of that. I didn’t want to hold their hands when they died either -more angel than hero, some would say-, but I did because I knew what it was like to be alone and I didn’t want them to feel as alone as I did then.

And I felt alone. Especially in my apartment. There were times when you wouldn’t be home for five days to a week at a time. I was alone with my thoughts and I spent my free time staring at blank walls or filling up Google Docs with stupid words.

It was a fight whenever you came back.

You don’t understand what I’m going through. Why the fuck would I want to have sex with you right now? I spent my Christmas coding someone and all I can think about is their cold, clammy skin when we touch, babe. You know what CPR’s like. I feel their ribs crack underneath my palms even though it’s been weeks. I cry every time I look at braided hair and the sight of chocolate pudding makes me sick. I haven’t slept in over 32 hours because I’m so nervous. I know, it happens every couple of weeks. I don’t know what to do. Yeah, I’ve been taking about 50 of Benadryl every day along with 10 of melatonin, the CBD too. It’s not working anymore. I know I could get a ‘script for something stronger, but... I’m just so tired. All I want to do is sleep. I just want to shut my mind off for a few fucking hours. Please. Some days I just want to shove my head in a blender.

I know I need help. I know, I know.

But you shouldn’t have left me all alone. Don’t you know what I’m going through? I thought you’d understand! Don’t you know I get worried sick when you say another one of the guys got Covid? Is this pandemic a fucking joke to you? They’re dead, babe. They’re family is fucking dead -three fucking generations! I heard a couple say their last goodbyes from across the hall. They knew that this would be the last time they talked, and even then, they could hardly get the words out. How am I supposed to be okay with that? Why are you okay with that? I knew it. You never fucking cared, right? You’re just looking for an excuse to leave. You know what? I’m over it. I’m fucking over it! I thought we could have just one nice fucking night.

I don’t know if I love you is enough anymore.

“So?” My friend asked coyly as we stood in the middle of the nursing station. We all spent Valentines Day weekend together in that shithole that I spent 36 hours of my life at a week. “Does he have anything romantic planned for Valentines Day?”

I set my pen down to laugh, glancing at the clock and then the board. I could work on the assignment in a minute. “Probably not,” I shrugged. It never bothered me that he wasn’t the romantic type. “He’s more of the practical type.”

You’re into fixing things and finding solutions. I kept saying that I didn’t have a problem.

I didn’t know that you had been planning the proposal since November 2020. I didn’t want marriage for anything other than financial security, and even then, I already decided that I’d spend the rest of my days with you for as long as you’d have me, married or not.

When I got home that Monday after my third shift in a row, I was already tucked into bed, counting down how many hours of sleep I can get from 9 in the morning until maybe 2 in the afternoon. We got in a fight before I fell asleep because why the fuck would you show me a video of a stripper getting murdered on CCTV, you fucking asshole? Do you know how many people died this weekend?

“I’m sorry, babe! I didn’t know. One of the boys just sent me that!”

What the fuck is wrong with them? I didn’t suspect a thing and tried to get as much sleep as I could.

I still didn’t suspect a thing when you told me how excited you were to see your friends. I felt bad because I begged you to stay at home every time you weren’t at work. I didn’t realize how this was affecting someone as social as you. You used to say that you felt trapped, and I always said that you could leave. A part of me was always worried that you would.

When you asked me what you should wear to dinner, you pulled out a new shirt and asked if I thought you looked cute. I laughed and said that I have the same shirt and maybe we should go to dinner wearing matching outfits. You wore suede oatmeal Nikes to match, and even when we went on a scenic hike to see the ocean, I didn’t suspect a thing. I thought we were killing time. I only nagged that you better not drag your feet because I won’t stand for you crying about how they got dirty. You had to take a hoodie too, in case it was cold.

And when you got down on one knee, I couldn’t believe what was happening and I remember how you nervously forgot to ask that important question. It didn’t matter. All of our fights about how I love you wasn’t enough to change things didn’t matter anymore.

I don’t need expensive things or pretty words. All I wanted was for someone to take care of me the same way I’ve been taking care of everyone else my entire life and that was what you offered. That’s what you had been doing this entire time, and what I had always refused. It was that ear to listen, that shoulder to cry on, those arms to hold, those lips to kiss. It was pulling the blanket over my shoulders and making sure the bills were paid.

I’ll always be bitter about everything that the pandemic took from me -my sanity, my bedside career, and a lot of other things that are too dark to mention. I was broken. I still sort of am. The human spirit can only withstand seeing so much suffering before getting crushed. Instead of throwing me away, you picked up the pieces.

At first I thought that was what I wanted, to be put back to how I was before all of this. But that’s not what it means to take care of someone or to love them. You take them as they are and push them back towards the light, as slowly as that may be. Isn’t that the only way that hope can thrive? Through persistent encouragement?

Sometimes it’s nothing more than the dim glow of your cell phone, scrolling through memes. Sometimes the light is so brilliant that it’s blinding. The sun still feels warm on my skin, and I forgot how much I missed it. I’m starting to remember how bright and vivid the world is, how beautiful it can be.

And it’s all because of you.

#rest irl #...omg this is actually kind of embarrassing LOL having feelings and feeling so deeply is actually very cringe but i wrote this so whatever #...if you made it to the end thx for listening to me ramble