in case you’re considering writing cute winter fluff this year might i suggest...

- sharing! a! long! scarf! 

- a being an ass and putting their cold hands on b’s warm neck 

- cafeteria tray/cardboard sheet sledding aka how to kiss your datefriend in a snowdrift bc you’re idiots and went flying into one 

- christmas! market! dates!!!

- hey the fire alarm in our dorm went off at 3am and you ran outside without a coat wanna share my blanket? 

- a learning how to make traditional holiday foods from b’s culture bc they’re homesick 

- decorating wars complete with Too Much Glitter ™

- ice skating dates and which one’s kinda unstable and clinging cutely to the other 

- is die hard a christmas movie? the debate (it absolutely is) 

- “i said UGLY christmas sweaters not nsfw christmas sweaters, we can NOT wear these, my boss will kill me”

- who peeks at their presents early and tries to hide the evidence and who actually loves the anticipation and wondering? 

- “would you like some hot cocoa with your mountain of marshmallows oh my god are you TRYING to put yourself into a sugar coma?" 

- fireplaces. ‘nuff said.

- "what made you think that putting a holiday sweater on our CAT was a good idea? i’ll get the band-aids." 

- you took me on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date & holy frick you make a cute lumberjack I WAS UNPREPARED 

- the power’s out & we’re snowed in, how on earth will we stay warm???

- you booked a snowy carriage ride through the park & i’m afraid of horses but you’re excited OH GOD HORSES ARE BIGGER CLOSE UP & GOING TO EAT ME 

- candy cane sword fights & how quickly they can escalate 

- your family sucks so you’re kinda meh on holidays, lets make some fun, new traditions together!

- we were going to go walking around the neighborhood to see all the pretty lights but you woke up feeling a bit under the weather and not up to being outside in the snow so i snuck out early this morning and made a video of them all for you so you didn’t have to miss out

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you're taking prompts but if you are, could you write something based on the song only us from Dear Evan Hansen involving Virgil? Sorry and thanks.

No need to apologize!  I actually hadn’t listened to DEH until I got this prompt, so it’s taken a while to get it finished.  I read through the entire Wikipedia page and listened to all the songs leading up to it in order to get a good sense of what the song encompasses and I really enjoy this musical a lot now.  Thanks for the prompt, hope you enjoy!


Truths in the Night

Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairings: Analogical
Warnings: Panic attack

Summary: Logan helps Virgil through a panic attack and eases his conscience of certain fears.

Tag list at the end


The halls of the mindscape were quiet as Logan made his way to the kitchen.  He paused when he heard muffled sobs from behind Virgil’s door.  This wasn’t the first time it had happened and it surely wouldn’t be the last, but he couldn’t walk away knowing that his boyfriend was in need.

“Virgil?” He called tentatively, knocking lightly on the door.  “Virge, it’s me, can you open up?”

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“I don’t know what I said, but they’re angry at me.”

“You don’t get to tell me if it was bad or not. You didn’t even do anything!”

“Welcome to the future. What do you think? Is it everything you thought it’d be?”

“Cheer me on while I lose. It’ll boost my morale.”

“It’s not going to go well, I can tell you that much.”

“How dare you tell me what to do and expect me to listen? Not happening.”

Bruises On Another (finale)

Originally posted by rhaegaried

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


A MONTH LATER

You smiled as you noticed Steve’s car pull up on your drive way, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of him. You wasted no time in making your way over to his car, and leaning over, you grabbed ahold of the handle, swinging the door open. You were greeted by the grinning face of Steve, who had one hand resting on the steering wheel and another reaching out for you. You accepted it with eagerness, slipping into the passengers seat.

“Good morning.” You greeted, your voice soft. 

“Good morning to you too.” 

You smiled, letting go of Steve’s hand to reach around yourself and slip on your seat belt. And as you met Steve’s eyes, you were faced by the warm brown hues that you loved oh-so much and never failed to bring about an air of warmth through you. “How are you this morning?” Steve asked, and despite the smiles upon your faces, a tense atmosphere grew. You knew Steve meant well and you completely appreciated his support - he was the only to ever show you any - but sometimes you liked to forget that your life had once been like that.

With a solemn expression, you set your clasped hands in your lap and stared at your bare arms. “I had a nightmare last night.” You admitted softly, remembering the way you’d woken up in a cold sweat, tears in your eyes and practically gasping for breath. It had been a month since everything, a month since your father had been arrested and sent for one year in jail. A month since all rights he had over you had been provoked. A month since your life had been turned upside down and Steve had walked his way in, and made you better.

“But they’re getting better.” You reassured, glancing up at Steve who smiled sadly your way. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss against your cheek and smiled your way. “The new place is working out well?” Steve asked, and you nodded, a more meaningful smile coming upon your lips. Because of your case, you’d been given a house to live in for a year that would be paid for and then after that, you had to start paying rent yourself. Of course at the moment you were already looking for a job - you needed something to do anyway now that you were completely alone when at home.

A lot of things had changed, even if just a month. You and Steve officially started dating, while it was never publicly announced the two of you had come to the realization yourself’s. You’d stopped covering every inch of your body and while the bruises still lingered, they were getting better and you were tired of hiding you were. And, probably the biggest thing, you felt happy - for the first time in a long time.

“Perfect.” You reassured, grabbing ahold of Steve’s hand again.

“Well then, should we get going?” Steve offered, turning back to his steering wheel. You nodded, shifting your body so that you could lean against the window. With a distant gaze, you looked out the window and fiddled with your mother’s necklace, that Steve had gotten fixed for you, around your neck. Life truly was looking up for you, and even though you knew you may never recover from the abuse you’d suffered, you felt like maybe finally you were free.

Steve put on the radio and with a satisfied grin, the two of you started singing loudly in the confinement of his car. You couldn’t help but glance at the side of his head with a loving look - after a month of everything, realization had welled over you. Steve was the one, your soulmate, and while as a child you’d never believed in those type of stories, it was the only thing that made sense. Your mother use to tell you about the stories of your father and how when she’d met him, there was no doubt in her mind that he was the one.

After everything your father had done, you still didn’t hate him - you could never. He may hate you, but your father had been destroyed by the death of your mother. You truly believed that they were soulmates and losing her had completely broken him. You’d never been able to understand it before, the death of your mother had hurt you and there wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t miss her. But now, understanding what it felt like to have someone to love, cherish and appreciate, you couldn’t imagine losing Steve.

The death of your mother had destroyed your father and in his sick mind, he’d put the blame on you. It did not excuse his actions in anyway, but it made you understand him and his actions a little bit more.

You wished that you could’ve had a normal life - could’ve been loved by your father but that would never happen, not now at least. But maybe Steve and the love he bathed you in would be able to fill the hole in your heart.

It was about fifteen minutes later when you and Steve arrived at Hawkin’s high school. Though you’d only been there a short while, it felt a whole light brighter and happier then it had when you first arrived. You and Steve walked hand and hand into the school, and eventually you begun making your way to your first class, that you so happened to have together, English. You’d gotten it into Steve’s routine to arrive early, since you never wanted to experience a situation like your first day of school.

On your way, you just so happened to pass by Billy. You tried to ignore him, but as he passed you in the hallway he so subtly bumped into your shoulder, aggressively. Which in turn caused you to drop your books to the ground and with a gasp, you let go of Steve’s hands and gazed back at the mullet-haired boy. “Watch it, slut.” Billy spat, glaring at you.

“Hey, Bil-” You pressed a hand against Steve’s chest, silently telling him to stay back. Turning to him, you glanced out of the corner of your eye at Billy as you whispered to Steve; “it’s fine.” Steve seemed reluctant to back down but after moment, stepped back and you turned to continue walking.

Though it seemed Billy wasn’t done; “hey, Y/L/N, i’m curious. How is it you can bounce back so quickly?” He questioned and you paused in surprise; “wasn’t it a month ago you were trying to get into my pants?” You’d taken a lot of slack over the coarse of two years, meaning, it had allowed you to stay calm even when people tried to provoke you. You could feel Steve’s anger rolling off of him, but he knew not to say anything - not if you didn’t want him to.

Instead, you leaned down to pick up your books with the help of Steve and turned to look back at Billy.

“You really are a whore.” Billy spat once again, desperate to get the last word in.

“You know what, Billy?” You questioned, no hint of malice in your voice. Billy silently told you to go on, raising an eyebrow. “It won’t always be that bad.” You mumbled, watching his eyes widen in surprise. “And I feel bad for you, hiding all that anger and sorrow within you.” You finished off with that, leaving Billy in a stump as you reached for Steve’s hand and continued on walking. 

It was a moment later, when you were farther away from Billy that you noticed Steve’s eyes on you and with a smile, you turned and were met with a grin. “What?” You questioned, laughing bashfully up at him.

He shrugged; “nothing.” Steve chuckled, “I just like when you speak up for yourself.”

“Well I learned from the best.”

“No,” Steve shook his head, puzzling you. “You had it in you, the whole time - you just needed a little help getting started. You’re the toughest person i’ve ever met, Y/N.” You paused in surprise, not quite expecting such endearing words in that moment. But eventually Steve’s words sunk in and you smiled, your cheeks growing red. Steve’s hand moved to cup your face and with a soft look, he rubbed his thumb down your cheek much like that day in the police station.

“I love you.” You whispered, loving the way Steve’s eyes lit up upon your confession.

“I love you too.” He replied, without hesitation, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. You immediately responded, sighing when he leaned back.

You’d never forget the events that unfolded in your life - you’d never forget the way you use to fear everything and anyone or how you’d flinch from any movement. You’d never forget, even when they were gone and faded, the bruises that had littered your body and had been caused by none other then your father. You’d never forget the lonely nights spent in your bedroom, crying, wishing everything could just go back to the way it was.

But as you gripped Steve’s hand, stared at his loving eyes and begun making your way to class, you realized maybe Steve could help lessen the pain. Even just a bit.


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ayachaos  asked:

13. Trickery with Anti :P

((With Danti ^^ As agreed ))

“Hello Darkiboo.”

Anti glitched into Dark’s room much to the ego’s dismay, prompting him to push his work aside and stare at Anti.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“You’re so accusatory.” Anti pouted, “Can’t I just come and see you?”

“No.” Dark responded shortly.

Sticking out his tongue, Anti glitched onto the desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“So, Darkiboo, how would you feel if I had dyed all your suits green so you could be a Septic ego instead?”

The look on Dark’s face was absolutely hilarious, as was Dark’s reaction. He shoved Anti out of the way and stalked from the room, the glitch following after him in glee. As they burst through the bedroom door, Dark stopped and Anti went into his back.

“What…is this?”

Dark’s entire room was lit by candles, including the bathroom. The door to his en suite was open and Dark could see a full bubble bath waiting in there for him. The bed was scattered with rose petals and there was a heart shaped box of chocolate on Dark’s pillow.

“What is this?” Dark repeated. He was clearly trying to keep a straight face but there was a smile tugging at his lips.

“A trick.” Anti shrugged, “Surprise!”

“What do you want?” Dark asked suspiciously.

“Hey!” Anti protested, “I don’t want anything, I just wanted to do something nice.”

Shaking his head, Dark turned to Anti, wrapping his arms around his waist, kissing him deeply.

“Thank you, Anti.” He murmured, “It’s a nice trick for once.”

Grinning, Anti shoved Dark towards the bathroom.

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE & DETAILED PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Ume Muto
Formally Ume Malaguld after a couple of the Malaguld tribe took her in when they found her abandoned by the shore of the Ruby Sea. She adopted the surname ‘Muto’ after marrying her late husband in order to separate herself from Xaelic culture years later.  

AGE: 35 (???)
Maybe. While Ume already has a bad habit of lying about her age whenever asked, by appearances she looks much older than she says she is. It might be that she does not want people to know how old she actually is or if she’s just forgotten. 

SPECIES: Au Ra (Raen)
Although a Raen, Ume is not of Doman origin and knows very little about that side of her people’s culture. Having been raised among Xaela in the vales of Othard, Ume is far more knowledgeable in their way of life but often refuses to acknowledge it. She often avoids expressing her knowledge or telling people about that part of her life. 

To any traditional Raen and Xaela alike, Ume would very much be considered an outsider, adopting crude slurs to her name such as ‘ijin’ and ‘ugdan’ from both sides. 

GENDER: Female

ORIENTATION: ???
Ume is a private woman and likes keeping her past (and present) affairs to herself. Romance is not a luxury Ume is capable of sustaining. It never seems to end well.

INTERESTS: Everything Void Related ™, books, alchemy, mentoring, sleeping, astromancy/astrology, & Triple Triad

If she isn’t sleepwalking across half Eorzea with a gathering bag on her hip, Ume is more often than not hunting down voidsent causing trouble in the Shroud or just quietly curled up in a quiet corner in the wood reading a book. Ume loves to read! Whether it be void related, astrology, or new recipes on potions or poisons she can experiment with! Be wary of challenging this sweet, creepy old woman to a Triple Triad game though…. looks can be very deceiving.

PROFESSION: Void Mage Witch, Void “Hunter”, Teacher, Herbalist & Alchemist

One of her most close kept secrets, Ume has quite an intense love/hate relationship with the Void. Due to her “condition”, her personal motives and goals in quelling it’s presence often clashes with traditional ideals of typical void hunters. With her strange and unorthodox methods, Ume can be either seen as friend or foe to other void hunters. 

While to the public eye, Ume acts as a Thaumaturgy teacher at St. Reinette’s University. All the while, conducting research and experiments under the watchful eyes of her peers. 

BODY TYPE: Slender and frail
Be gentle but don’t let her fool you. She is surprisingly graceful when she wants to be! 

EYES: Soft pink eyes with intense, eerie glowing pink limbal rings
A side-effect of the Void. They glow brighter whenever she casts spells.

HAIR: Ashy blonde with a soft pink tint
Ume’s hair is long, brittle and locked into tight curls that might as well be made up of knots. Waking up in unexpected places without so much as a hairbrush tends to leave her hair a bed-headed mess.

SKIN: Sickly Pale
As pale as the moon, were she laying still with eased breathing she might be mistaken for a corpse.

HEIGHT: 5′4″ / 90 lbs

WEIGHT: Malnourished 
Due to her unusual “diet”, Ume’s body is often left malnourished and weakened by the effects of the tainted aether that weighs heavy on her but ultimately keeps her alive. 

COMPANIONS: St. Reinette’s Univeristy
The university in which Ume remains employed and teaches students on the art of Thaumaturgy and alchemy. Having come upon the school whilst sleepwalking through the Shroud, the witchy-woman came to understand she was there for a reason. Where her personal interests lie within the school, however, remain a mysterious to most of it’s faculty.

ANTAGONISTS: Void Hunters, Voidsent
See Profession.

COLORS: Gloom, Plum, Pastel Pink, Dalamund Red, & Black

SMELLS: Dusty old tomes & incense
Ume spends a great deal of her time reading books whether it be in her office, at her home, or in libraries. She tends to carry the scent of old books with her along with the scent of any incense she might have burned for that day. The time of day and her mood tend to decide the scent of incense she burns. Her favorites are lavender and frankincense. 

FOOD: People, Voidsent, & pudding
Wanting to avoid causing anyone harm, Ume focuses her diet on the corrupted aether of voidsent. Ume rarely consumes solid foods save for sweets. She loves sweets. Especially pudding! The woman is obsessed with pudding.

DRINKS:
Tea
Ume loves her herbal tea.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Yes / No / Occasionally

SMOKES? Yes / No / Occasionally

DRUGS? Yes / No / Occasionally

Grand Company Chocobo? Yes / No
Ume once had a chocobo named Gelato. He has since disappeared and Ume speaks little of him. 

Tagged by: @thegildenheart

Tagging: Whoever hasn’t done it yet! 

anonymous asked:

prompt: will kisses his first boy in high school and he freaks out because he didn't even really like the boy and wishes he had been mike...

Ryan always called him “Byers”. Will hated it. Granted, Will and his friends always called him “Ryan From Third Period” because even though Mike and Will had him in their world history class, they never bothered to learn his last name. To Will, being called by his last name only illuminated to all the students going to the school from neighboring towns that the quiet kid from their study hall was actually “zombie boy”. But, he couldn’t have known. And the guy seemed to like Will, so he never bothered to correct him. He never actually said much when Ryan was around anyway. Usually just sputtering and silent smiling.

Lucas argued consistently that Ryan From Third Period wasn’t gay, Dustin argued he couldn’t tell, Max frequently asked why it mattered, but Will was the only one who had been in any position to know– if being kissed behind the bleachers meant anything. But he never said anything to them.

He only confided in Mike, stretched out on the floor of his basement. Mike was on his stomach, twisting the dials of his super-com mindlessly while Will stared up at the ceiling. There was a single blanket covering both of them, Mike’s feet poking out the bottom while Will’s fit perfectly under the fleece.

“Have you ever kissed anybody?” Will asked, turning to face Mike.

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iwasalwaysaromantic  asked:

Could you write teenage westallen with number 1? Maybe with Iris saying it? Thank you :D

1. “Stay here tonight.” 

It’s ten past midnight and they’ve run out of Buffy episodes to watch, curled up in Iris’ bed with her quilted throw over them. 

Thigh to thigh, if Iris closed her eyes she would fall sideways onto Barry’s shoulder. He’s two months away from his real growth spurt, but for now, he’s just a little hairier, a little taller. “I hate the end of season 5,” she comments lightly.

Barry doesn’t say anything. She lets out a little sigh. It’s ten minutes into the morning that changed his life irrevocably eight years ago. It doesn’t get any easier. 

“Shall I put the next disc in?” She asks. 

He pulls away. “We have school tomorrow.” He twists, swinging his legs out of her bed. “You should get some sleep, it’s fine.”

Her fist squeezes on the quilt. She knows if she lets him go now, he definitely won’t get any sleep. She’ll see him at the breakfast table tomorrow, as her dad tries to make jovial conversation, and he’ll have deep bags under his eyes. 

She grabs him before she’s even aware her hand has moved. “Barry,” she says, quiet, because the atmosphere is heavier than she knows and her dad’s asleep across the corridor. “Stay here tonight.”

His shoulders are tight as he keeps his back to him. 

She tries one last time. “Please?”

“You sure?” He asks. 

“Of course I am.” She shifts over so there’s more room, and after a moment, he turns back, tucking his legs back under the quilt. She pulls him down into a lying position, switching off the television with the clunky remote, keeping her arms to herself but wishing she could hold him properly, that she wasn’t so awkward and she could be better for him. “It’s like our old sleepovers.”

He snorts. “As long as we don’t have to play truth or dare.” At her excited inhale, he turns to face with a warning, “No, Iris. Last time, I had to shave a bit of my hair. It was awful.”

She hides her snicker in her shoulder. They can do this, she thinks. Together, they can make it through to the light of morning. 

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A new imagine for my 500 followers event. Thank you, dear anon, for your request, I hope you like it.

The following prompts were asked for Caspian :

35. “Stop giving me this cute pout of yours…”

36. “You’re too pure for me.”

39. “Give me a kiss.”

This is just cuteness, cuteness, and even more cuteness.

Hope you all like it.

Gif not mine.

Word Count :2654

Originally posted by jchnhancock

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Christmas. || Fred Weasley x reader.

Yeeeey, my first requested story! Thank you for the request, love ya ! I really hope that you like it ! :o XX

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Title: Christmas.

Pairings: Fred Weasley x reader

Wordcount: 1102

Warnings: smut (it’s my first ‘smut’ story sooooo …)

Request:

For the prompt list: Fred Weasley x reader, you can use Y/N (smut is fine by me ;-)): 51. Can you take your shirt off? 57. Your family is in the other room. 66. Well .. that escaladed quickly. for @wildfire-whizbangs (side blog) Thank you <3

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It was Christmas holiday. You spend the holiday with the Weasley family, Harry, Hermione and Sirius. No one knew that you and Fred we’re secretly dating, except for George. It was Christmas evening. Hermione, Ginny and you helped each other with dressing up. You wore a simple, short Y/F/C lace dress. Ginny made a braid in your hair, while you combed Hermione her hair.

“I’m so happy you’re here with Christmas this year. It sucks to be the only girl on the Christmas table …” said Ginny.

Hermione and you grinned.

“Girls, are you almost ready?” Molly yelled from downstairs.

“We’re coming mom!” yelled Ginny back. She gave you a pat on the shoulders and said: “You’re ready!”

You gave Ginny a hug and looked at yourself in the mirror. “Thanks Gin!”

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The three of you entered the living room. Arthur was chatting with Sirius, while Ron and Harry played wizard chess.

“Finally, there you are!” muttered Ron. “I’m starving! Mom wouldn’t let me take a bit of the appetizers. We had to wait until you we’re here … “

Hermione rolled her eyes and took a seat next to Fred. You caught Fred staring at you. He smiled and gave you a wink that made your knees weak.

Molly came in the room and gave every one an appetizer. Ron was very greedy and put four of five of them in his mouth. Molly sighed.

After the appetizers, Molly asked you to take a seat at the kitchen table. There was a lot of food on the table. Molly had outdone herself again. She had made a delicious dinner! After dinner the men left the kitchen table and took a seat in the living room, drinking some fire whiskey. Ginny and Hermione also walked to the living room gossiping about girls from school.

“I’ll help you Molly ! “ you said and helped her cleaning the table.

“Oh, it’s fine dear! You should enjoy yourself with the others!”

“Oh no. It’s fine Molly !”

Molly and you cleaned the table and did some dishes. Suddenly someone came in the kitchen.

“Oh Fred. What have you done know? You’re so clumsy” you heard Molly say. You turned your head and saw Fred standing in the door. His shirt was full of whiskey.

“It wasn’t my fault mom ! Ron wanted to try some fire whiskey too. Dad gave him a shot but Ron didn’t expect that it would burn that badly, so he spat everything out again right on my shirt!” Fred explained.

“Is your father giving Ron fire whiskey?” Molly asked furious.

“Yes”

Molly took a towel and ran out of the kitchen to the living room. You stood against the sink drying a cup.

Fred looked at you and saw the grin on your face.

“Stop grinning and give me that towel” he said and grinned too.

You threw the towel to him and watched how he tried to rub the whiskey off.

“Take your shirt off” you suddenly demanded him. Fred looked up to you and frowned.

“What?”

“Take your shirt off” you demanded him again.

He looked confused and was still trying to rub the whiskey off. You walked towards him and looked him in the eyes.

“Fred, just take your shirt off. You will make things worse if you keep on rubbing”, you said and started with unbutton his shirt. Fred grinned and looked how you opened his shirt.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you …” you said and looked to him.

“Oh yes I do .. “ he replied with a grin.

“What takes you so long Fre …” George asked when he entered the kitchen. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t … “ stuttered George.

“It’s okay Georgie!” Fred said with a smile and took his shirt off. “Y/N wanted me to take off my shirt because …”

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to explain ! I know what’s happening here. I will leave the two of you alone .. I’ll make sure that no one comes in here, so you can do your thing … “ George said. He left the kitchen and took a deep breath. “Well .. that escaladed quickly …” he whispered to himself.

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Fred and you looked at each other with confusing.

“Oh no ..” you suddenly said and broke the silence.

Fred started to grin. “Oh yes … “ he replied.

“This is weird …”

“Not at all..”

Fred came to you and pulled you closer. His hands were on your waist. He kissed your neck, went to your cheeks and finally reached your ear. You closed your eyed and heard how he softly whispered: “We should take this chance Y/N while George keeps the guard for a while, we can do whatever we want”. You took a deep breath and felt Fred his lips – who tasted like fire whiskey – on yours. His hands found their way to your thighs. He stroked them gently but reached finally your ass. Your hands we’re tangled in his hair while your tongues found each other. Fred lifted you up and placed you on the table.

He kissed your neck again and pinched softly one of your breasts, while his other hand was stroking your thigh. You were breathing heavily when you suddenly realized something. “Fred, stop it. Stop it!” you said and pushed him away.

“What’s wrong? Did I something wrong?” he asked.

“Your family is in the other room?!” you said and looked at the door.

“I told you George is keeping guard!”

“He can’t let them stay there for the rest of the evening? We still have to eat our dessert?!”

“You’re my dessert”

“Fred!” you said and hit him on his chest.

“Come on love. You can’t say no now!” he said while pouting. Fred took your hand and brought it to his pants.

You grinned and kissed him again. He was right. While you kissed him, you zipped his pants open and pulled it down. Fred took your underpants off and pulled you closer to him. Before you knew it, he thrusted his whole length into you, making you moan loudly.

“Quiet!” whispered Fred.

Your fingers we’re tangled again in his hair and you felt him breathing in your neck. “Faster..” you whispered, and so he did.

Something was building up inside the both of you. Fred moaned and you could feel him coming inside you.

“Oh Y/N” he said.

You were both still breathing heavily. Fred looked in your eyes and stroke your cheek. He gave you another kiss.

“Merry Christmas, my love” he said.

“Merry Christmas, Freddie” you replied.

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