stop being perv

Teen Sis, Huh?

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Can I request a raph x reader where she’s Casey Jones’s teenage sister? She lives with him and one night after hanging with her friends she gets home and sees him and raph arguing about something stupid? She didn’t know about the turtles. When she sees him she isn’t freaked out and she’s just in awe over him and how huge he is.

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 932

Originally posted by mondogecko


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Trophy Girlfriend Jay Park x Reader [Requested]

Request: Annyeong! If the requests are still open? Can I ask for a Jay Park scenario? If yes then, I’d like it if you are best friends acting like a couple. Thank you so much and sorry If they aren’t open♡ I’ll support you!!

Hello! Requests are still open so you’re okay! And please do support us! We appreciate it! I hope you like it! I rushed a bit at the end so if you want it fixed I can!

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Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Word Count: 2525

Genres: Angst, Romance, Fluff

Warnings: None (unless you count sasaengs)

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Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Y/N PoV:

Damn, where is he? You awkwardly looked around the airport with the stack of your luggage piled next to you. You were visiting your good friend Jay in Korea, and he was supposed to be here to pick you up.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

You looked down at your phone, he had sent you a text apologizing for being late.

You rolled your eyes, of course he was running late. But that was Jay, and even though you acted like this, you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards him. But how could he not be late when his fangirl stalkers were watching him. What were they called again?

Ah that’s right, sasaengs.

You had definitely heard about the hardcore fandoms of the K-hip hop and K-pop world from Jay before.

It’s a good thing I wore sunglasses and a face mask.

You thought to yourself. Who knew what would happen to you and Jay if paparazzi and sasaengs caught a sight of your face.

“Turn around.”

You yelped at the male voice in your ear, completely knowing who the suspect was.

“Jay!” you exclaimed glaring at his also sunglassed and masked face, “were you really running late or were you sneaking up on me the whole time!?”

He shrugged, “Little of both. How could I resist a view from the back?” he jokingly smirked.

You slapped his arm hard, “Stop being such a perv jackass.”

“Son of a bitch!” he cussed, “we’ve been best friends for years but I still can’t get over that pack a punch strength you have.”

“Wow, I forgot how much of a bitch you were,” You laughed.

“Why are we even friends, again?” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow, “I heard that. Now hurry, I’m getting tired!”

He mock bowed before loading your stuff into the car. The cockiness was on fire today, you thought. You felt an itch behind your mask so you quickly unhitched it from behind your ears when a gust of wind blew it away.

“Shit!” you cussed, trying to catch it, knocking into Jay.

“Y/N?” he asked, confused.

He moved to stand, accidentally smacking your sunglasses off your face. The wind continued to blow and you dropped to catch your sunglasses, moving Jay’s sunglasses.

“Achoo!” Jay sneezed and his mask came off.

You both froze.

“Oh shit,” you whispered, realizing that both of you had no protection against the paparazzi.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low in case onlookers were listening, “Get into the car… now.” Judging my his tone, you both needed to jet fast. You hopped into the shotgun seat forgetting about your sunglasses while Jay closed the trunk and hopped in.

Flash. Flash.

You winced, paparazzi and sasaengs were not a force to be messed with here in South Korea.

“Fuck, hurry up Jay!” you yelled.

“There’s a load of fangirls in front of us! What am supposed to do? Run them over like ‘sorry, I need to save my sorry ass in exchange for your shitty life!?” he yelled back.

You narrowed your eyes before reaching over and slamming your hand down the steering wheel to startle the surrounding people.

“I don’t care,” you said lowly, “GO!”

Not even caring, he stepped on the petal, making the onlookers jump out of the way. It was silent until-

“Well I was glad you were staying at my place for another reason,” he said suggestively, “but now it’s even better because now you’re under my protection.”

You groaned, “The sasaengs are going to try and kill me aren’t they?”

Jay shrugged, but you already knew the answer. You were glad all your social media was private, or by now you would be receiving so much hate mail. Jay soon pulled to a stop at a tall building.

“We need to talk to Kiseok,” he explained, “here’s another face mask.”

You caught the one he threw at you and hooked it behind your ear, following him into the building. He was already talking to another attractive male, eyes widening when the latter showed him something on his phone.

“Shit,” Jay muttered, walking up, “this was supposed to be a bestfriend visit type of thing,” he sighed, “but now it’s blown out of proportions.

“What happened?” you inquired.

“Well obviously,” Jay said, “the paparazzi is going to spin some dating scandal. But what’s worse is a girl got your sunglasses and your face mask that you dropped earlier. She said that she’s the one who was with me and using them as evidence. She’s claiming that I just had a one night stand with her…she’s not even my type.”

“Jay!” you hit him over the head, “be serious here!”

“Yea…she’s saying that I lead her on for weeks only to break her heart and humiliate her in front of all her friends and that I was bad in bed and kept verbally saying vulgar things,” he said.

You bit your lip, “Wow, is she an anti?”

Jay nodded, “Yea probably. And the only way to fix it is to find someone to actually stand in as a girlfriend to prove her wrong.”

You faltered a little… who would he choose?

“Ah okay…” you said.

“So I have to find someone who would fit what the girl looks like,” he showed you his phone.

You studied the picture, she had Y/E/C eyes and Y/H/C hair. She almost looked familiar…. No wait, extremely familiar! She looked like you!

“Wha?” you wondered.

“Y/N,” he said seriously (for once), “will you please stand in as my fake girlfriend? It might be awkward as hell and a pain in the ass, but I really need-”

You gave him a quick smile, “Of course!” you smiled, “what are best friends for?”

“Well…” he said, “there are special type of friends-”

You rolled your eyes trying to suppress the heat from your cheeks, “don’t even think about it Jay.”

“No harm in trying!”

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Your palms were sweaty, and quite clammy as well, as you waited for Jay. The press conference had seemed too terrifying…. Until now. Although you and Jay had practiced multiple times together already over the span of 3 days, you were afraid you were going to forget everything.

“Breathe,” Jay said, coming up to you, “just like we practiced. Oh- you look good too,” he winked at you.

You laughed, feeling a lot calmer already, “Thanks.” You felt a little over dressed from your usual attire, seeing as you had to make a good impression for the sake of Jay.

“The press conference will now start.”

Almost instantly, you are bombarded with questions. There were cameras going off, in hopes to catch a good image of you two with all the pushing going on. To be honest, you were feeling quite overwhelmed again.

“U-uh,” you stutter a bit, “one at a time please!”

They ignored you, ticking Jay off a bit. He might jokingly insult you from time to time, but he at least respected your requests.

“You heard her!” he raised his voice, “one at a time!”

You smiled gratefully at him, as the reporters listened to him.

“So it was you pictured with Jay Park and not the other girl?” a woman asked you.

You shook your head, smiling like you had practiced, “Yes, it was me. The girl was an anti, and so when we ran off, she grabbed my dropped objects to use it as false evidence.”

“I see…” reporters scribbled your words down on their notepads.

“How come we’ve never seen you?”

“How long have you-”

You continued to answer the continuous stream of questions they had for you. You were a little stiff at first, but as time dragged on, you felt yourself relax. Sooner than expected, the press conference ended.

You sank down in your chair, “Hah…that was tiring.”

“You did good,” Jay said, drinking a bottle of water, “just like we had practiced.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Just like we had practiced my ass! What was all of that!? Kissing my cheek and putting your hands all over me like that!”

“Well,” he said teasingly, “if you’re going to be my fake girlfriend, might as well take the chance! And with that little display, they didn’t doubt our story!”

“That is true…” you mused, “but next time you gotta tell me.”

He put his hands up in mock surrender, “Whatever you say. Let’s go, I don’t know about you but I want to sleep.”

“Same,” You yawned.

“We can always sleep together-”

“Don’t even think about it,” you interrupted, cheeks suddenly blazing. Why was your face hot? Surely by now, you would know Jay’s perverted ways already.

“Alright,” he said, defeated, “let’s go.”

You let him take your arm as you both walked to the car. Almost instantly, you felt your eyes close, heavy with sleep as you sat shotgun.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

You felt your phone buzz and you looked down. You had received a text from an unknown number.

“Stupid bitchy whore, taking Jay.”

You’re eyes narrowed, how had they found out your number? You watched as your phone collected more and more messages, most likely from sasaengs.

Bitch

Go die!

Kill yourself!

You’re not good enough!

Ugly!

Fake ass plastic barbie!

You felt your mood decline, and your wanting of sleep slip away as you read the messages. You suddenly felt paranoid, if they could find your number, they could find and do almost anything!

“Hey…” Jay said, noticing your silence, “are you okay?”

You didn’t want him to worry anymore than he did, “Yea!” you forced yourself to say, “just tired, that’s all.”

He didn’t seem to believe you, but didn’t press it. You blocked the numbers and turned your notifications off to keep you from showing any signs of abnormal behavior. You looked out the car window and let the steady rhythm lull you to sleep.

Jay’s PoV:

We pulled up at the house and Y/N was sleeping peacefully. I looked at her face and stared, it was rare that I ever got to see her with her guard down. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, but I noticed her phone kept flashing.

“Mmm,” she stirred in her sleep.

I set her down on the bed, before grabbing her phone. She said she was just tired but… we were best friends. I can tell when she’s lying. In fact, I’m a bit insulted that she didn’t think I’d notice.

‘What’s her password again?’

I thought about it for a bit. Y/N would put her password as something only people who really knew her well would know. I typed in (your password) and her phone unlocked. I frowned at what I saw.

You better watch your back!

We’re going to get you!

Your death will be my happiest day

Some messages were downright insulting, while others were just plain threatening. I frowned and started blocking all the numbers. When I was finished I clenched my free hand into a fist.

Don’t worry… I’ll protect you.

I stood up and went to close the door. I would protect from from everyone and everything… including me and my damn thoughts.

Y/N’s PoV

I fluttered my eyes open, trying to suppress my blush from when Jay carried me. The power of a long term crush…. is frightening. But could I take this as a sign that he liked me back?

Bzzt. 

I let out a frustrated groan, remembering that Jay had found about the hate messages. No matter how hard I had tried to not worry him, it ended in the opposite.

I can’t just receive… I’ve gotta give too…

I stared at my phone. And I could start with deleting all my social media. 

~Time Skip~

I threw my phone back onto the bed after finishing making my whole life private. If I had no social media I could do nothing to harm Jay.

“You awake?”

I jumped a little when I heard Jay’s voice from outside the door. Taking my silence for an answer, he opened the door.

“Hey wake up- oh,” he stared a little, “you’re awake.”

I nodded, “Yea, just woke up a little while ago. Did you need something?”

“Do I need a reason to talk to my best friend?” he smirked at me cockily at me, looking crazily sexy.

I returned his smirk with a raised eyebrow, “Yes you should, it’s a privilege to be able to talk to the queen!” I joked.

He laughed and sat on the edge of he bed, “Wow, I see your lame sense of humor hasn’t changed.”

“Lame? If I remember correctly it was you who snorted milk out of your nose laughing at my jokes!” you cried out.

This caused both of you to break out into laughter. It felt good to laugh, seeing all the craziness that has happened in such a short matter of time.

Jay ceased to laugh first, “But in all seriousness… I saw the messages you were getting from the sasaengs.”

“Oh,” you fiddled with your thumbs, “I didn’t want to stress you out anymore than you already were-”

“Bullshit,” he spat, “we’re best friends Y/N. That means no matter what, we can share shit with each other. And the moment you agreed to this it meant you could confide with me.”

You sat in silence for a while, stunned at his little speech. You felt your heart melting at his words. Could the man in front of you get any more perfect in your eyes?

“Jay…” you started, “How uncharacteristically gentleman like you were just now!”

He groaned, “Y/N I’m serious! You can talk to me about anything, even the weirdest shit. Because you didn’t have to do this. I know it’s going to be awkward and that you hate it and I don’t deserve you fake or real platonic or not but-”

You widened your eyes at the unsuspecting confession. You saw that Jay was surprised too.

“I mean that-”

You processed the words… he liked you? Your heat beat faster and you began to lightly hit yourself.

“I’m dreaming,” you said to yourself, “this is just a good dream and he doesn’t like me.”

Jay paused at his attempt to salvage his pride, “A good dream? Doesn’t like you?” he slowly processed the words before taking your hands, “no, this is real. Don’t like you!? Are you kidding!? I’ve waited years! And my thoughts were so…. so…. so dirty!”

You blushed, “But you flirt with everyone!”

“To hide the fact that I like you! Y/N, it’s been you!”

You sat in shock, not believing what you heard. One last time, you pinched yourself to make sure you were awake.

“Don’t hurt your beautiful self,” Jay said, taking your hands, “this is real.”

You buried your face into his shirt, wrapping your arms around his waist, “It’s been you for years too,” you mumble embarrassed.

Smiling, Jay rested his chin on your head, hugging back, “I’m glad.”

You smiled as well, I guess you were his girlfriend now…. for real.

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-Admin H (with help from Admin G) (Thanks for requesting! Hope you all enjoyed!)

anonymous asked:

I know they're advised what to say in interviews but the 'older sex being hot' interview with CB is quite telling. For S2 we were told they were mature and married so we should stop being a bunch of pervs wanting smokin J &C sex. Looks like they've realised that fell flat wth the fans.

That was the WORST fucking party line ever. Like hello married couples have hot sex??? They don’t just shrivel up and die as soon as they put a ring on it. They could have taken the opportunity to promote sex between a married couple who are madly in love since that’s so rare on TV but nope. I’m praying that S3 actually allows Jamie and Claire to touch each other more than once but I won’t hold my breath.  

anonymous asked:

Ok that is so something that harry and the missus would do by stacking food on her belly! I can imagine harry coming up and being like I wanna try something and you're like...what and then he places food on your stomach and then you keep going seeing how much you could balance

He’d be the kind of expectant father who would balance things on his missus’ heavily pregnant belly, for sure. When she’s just starting to show and she’s got a bit of a baby belly on her, he’d beg her to roll up her stomach. Partially to see her bump, but, also to be playful and to see if he could balance a pencil horizontally across the top or a penny. And he’d always cheer loudly when the night comes where it balances perfectly without sliding off and landing between her thighs.

“You see that?” He’d chuckle, reaching for his wallet and pulling some spare change out, balancing more and more coins on her skin, “it means that we’re really having a baby. They’re growin’ in there.”

“Means m’gettin’ fat,” she’d mutter, chin dipped down to her chest as she watched him carefully make columns of pennies, “you wait till they can kick. You won’t be so proud.”

“Nonsense. Always gon’a be proud.”

When she’s heavily pregnant, he’d balance plates and glasses of water on her when they’re sat on the sofa and lounging around for the night, smirking when the baby created ripples in the liquid as she kicked against the pressure, before sticking a straw inside the glass and sipping the drink, pinching the plastic with his teeth. He’d always see her with the laptop pressed against her bump as she works from home, and, it plants crazy ideas in his mind.

“Think your belly could be a plate,” he’d blurt out one night, looking up from his slumped position beside her, head level with her hip, pizza boxes set out and open on the coffee table, with empty glasses on coasters, “what do you think?”

“I’m not-”

She’d be interrupted, when a cold slice of pizza would be set on her belly, the tip of the triangle pointing towards Harry as he grinned, teeth bearing.

“Look at that!”

“Please, don’t eat that off of me,” she’d mumble, groaning in distaste when he took a bite, feeling the crust of the food brush over her protruding belly button, “you’re disgusting. I haven’t washed for a couple of days.”

“I’ve eaten much dirtier things,” he’d smirk, through his mouthful, chewing on the pepperoni and cheese, “your pregnant stomach isn’t as dirty as your-”

“Baby has ears, you idiot,” she’d frown, covering his mouth, “stop being a perv, anyway. Just want to lay with you right now. I’m feeling bloated and a little sick.” xx

anonymous asked:

Sole and companions stumble across an adult shop and Sole attempts to convince them to model the lingerie for them as well as give them a strip tease.

Cait: Does exactly as she is told. Cait doesn’t hesitate, even when some ferals amble down the stairs.

Codsworth: Is very confused as to why Sole would want him to partake in such activities. He tells them it wouldn’t even work if he tried, and he continues to float around, avoiding eye contact with some of the items in the shop.

Curie: She’s excited to model some clothing for Sole. Pre-War fashion was just so elegant! Curie doesn’t really know what a ‘strip tease’ is, but when Sole explained she happily obliged - For testing purposes.

Paladin Danse: His temperature rises substantially and he flushes bright red. He scolds sole and tells them that they should not even be thinking of these kinds of things whilst they are on duty. He secretly wouldn’t mind trying it later however.

Deacon: Definitely wants to model the lingerie. He puts it on and strikes a few sexy poses, whilst joking the whole time. But when Sole asks for a strip tease he simply replies ‘Maybe later’.

Dogmeat: Is confused. Barks and tears at the lingerie, ripping it to shreds quickly.

Hancock: Like Cait, he’s straight into it, no fuss. He’s certainly skilled, Sole would give him that.

MacCready: He freezes in his place when he hears Sole’s request. Half of him wants to, for a laugh but then the other half is screaming at him not to, ever, ever do it. He stutters and looks at Sole. ‘U-Uh are you serious? No way.:’

Preston Garvey: Blushes and pulls his hat down further over his face. He tells Sole that he’d much rather not, as they had things to be getting on with. 

Piper: “Ew, Blue, stop being a perv…”

Nick Valentine: Nick frowns. He tells Sole that he’s just a mess of metal and wires, that he wasn’t pretty to look at. When Sole insists again, he shakes his head and declines.

Strong: “PAH! STRONG NO WEAR HUMAN CLOTHES. STRONG WEAR ARMOR.”

X6-88: He looks over to Sole and stares. “No” he utters, before turning and searching the place for some valuables.

Tomorrow

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Pairing: Husband!Sam x Husband!Lyle x Wife!Reader x Husband!Dean
Word count: 12,598
Author : Mel & Brit
Warnings: Typical SLD Warnings, NSFW gifs.

Part 103 of She’s Leaving, Dean.


You dropped onto the bed with a sigh. “Relax baby, he swears it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Dean, he’s acting up more and more. How can I not be worried?”

“Might be because the mark is holding it all back, or trying to.” Lyle pitched in. Sam shrugged and nodded in agreement.

You sighed. “He see’s life changing things, Lyle. So far any kind of warning we got, was because something massive was coming.”

Lyle knelt in front of you. “But you said yourself, he’s tapping into it for trivial things now. Like the game. It could be anything. He’s not waiting for it to come through anymore.” He cupped your face. “Relax, sweetheart. If it was big, he’d tell us. Right?”

You sighed. “I hope so.”

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A hole in the wall - A Fremione One Shot

“Oops!”


Hermione Granger was now staring at was once has been the wall separating the two flats. She could clearly see her neighbor holding the club that obviously destroyed the wall. However, it didn’t stay in his hands for long as he quickly hand it to one of his friend behind him.


“It’s his fault, I swear!”


For the first time in years, Hermione Granger was speechless.


“What the hell?!” was all she could say.



*



“Weasley, what the hell have you done?!” cried Hermione. She couldn’t believe that there was now a hole in her living room which combined her flat and Fred Weasley’s.


“I told you it was Lee’s fault, Granger!”


“Stop accusing the poor guy! How could you do that?!”


“It was an accident, I swear!”


Hermione let out a sigh. She knew her neighbor was childish, but she didn’t know it was that much. And right now, she needed him to be serious.


“You know it will take weeks to repair that, don’t you?”


“Well, that means that we’ll be flatmate. We should take advantage of the situation, don’t you think?” he  winked at her.


He didn’t see the book until it hit him in the face.


“What was that for?!”


“Stop being such a perv!”


“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it, Granger,” he smirked. This time, he caught the book before it hit him, “stop throwing books at me, I’ll get hurt!”


“That’s the goal,” she sighs, “let’s just clean all this mess for now.”



*



Hermione hung up the phone, massaging her temples. If only the headache that appeared after Fred had the great idea to extend his flat could disappear.


“So, what did they say?” he asked as he was making tea for both of them.


“I have to call them back later, but they say it would take at least a month before they come fix that.”


“I’m sorry about that,” he apologized handing her the cup.


“It’s okay, what’s done is done.” She took a sip and sighed of contentment, “thanks,” she says.


They were silent for a moment before Hermione put her cup down and took a deep breathe.


“Okay, since we’re going to be kind of roommate for the next month, here are some rules-”


“Rules? Seriously?”


“Shut up, I don’t want to see you half naked in my living room.”


“You would like that, though,” he said with one of his famous smirk again.


“So, no one crosses the wall, understand?”


“That’s what west Berliners would say.”


Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at this. Before she could say anything else, he started, “I see you have a functional toaster here, mine is completely broken – George threw it out of the window – could I use yours on mornings?”


“Of course not,” she answered.


Fred just smirked at that “Game of Thrones begins next week and I have a pretty big television, you know.”


“Okay, you can use it, but just on mornings. You can’t cross the line aside from that!”


He just laughed “You’re so easy to convince!”


“Shut up.”


“Alright, alright,” he begins after he stopped laughing, “what is next, love?”


“First, don’t call me that please. For the second rule, I beg you, stay dressed,” she pleaded.


“Come on, Granger. I know you dream of me every night,” he stopped her before she could say anything, “but since we’re on this rule thing, I’m asking you to keep your bloody cat in your side.”


“I would really like it if you show some respect to Crookshanks.” The look on Fred’s face stopped her in her thougths. “Anyway, what did he ever do to you?”


“Every time he sees me, he attacks me!”


“Crooks would never do that!”


“I swear that bloody cat will kill me someday,” he cried.


“Urgh, men are such babies,” she complained, “alright, I’ll try to keep him in my side, but I can’t guarantee that.”


“Good enough for me.” With one long sip, Fred finished his tea, put the cup in Hermione’s sink, and before crossing the wall to head back in his flat, adds, “Night, Granger.”


“Good night, Weasley.”



*



When Fred woke up the next day, he felt something soft on his face. It took him a couple of seconds to realise he couldn’t breath. Quickly, he removed what was on his face so he could finally breath. When he opened his eyes, another pair of eyes met his. Sighing, he took the Hermione’s cat in his arm and get out of his bed.


“Bloody cat,” he muttered, “gonna rule the world one day.”


Soundless, he crossed the wall, released Crookshanks who ran farther in Hermione’s flat, and made his way into the kitchen. He opened a few cupboards before he found the bread. Quickly, he cut it in half and put it in the toaster.


“What are you doing here,” asked a voice behind him that made him jump of surprise. With a smirk, he turned around to see Hermione trying to wake up.


“Hello there, sunshine, had a good night?” Hermione only muttered something he didn’t understand before he continued, “want some toast?”


“Hm, yes please,” she hummed.


With a wink and a smile, Fred turned around to make her a toast. Letting out a yawn, the woman looked at the man in front of her. She had to admit that he was really handsome, there was no denying it. And he had a nice body too. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wandering on his bottom. She bit her lips. Yep, he was easy on the eyes. Maybe it wasn’t that bad, she thought. All that flatmate thing could have some good sides. It has been a long time since a man stood in her kitchen making breakfast for her. She missed that.


“And one toast for the beautiful lady!”


His voice cut her in her thoughts and she rose her head with a smile.


“Thank you, sir,” she said in a light tone.


She took a bite of her toast and let out a moan. At least, he knew how to make good toasts.


“So, miss Granger, were you checking me out?”


She chocked on her food and felt herself turned red. He saw her checking him out shamelessly!


“What? Of course not! I mean, yeah you’re handsome and all but- No! I wasn’t checking you out! Nothing of that! No-”


“Calm down, Granger,” he laughed, “don’t be ashamed. Feel free to look whenever you want.”


Her blush was still present when he disappeared in his flat.


Ten minutes later, Hermione was back in her living room, her high heels were clicking along with her footsteps, ready to leave for work. She was going through her back, checking whether she forgot something when she felt a presence beside her. She looked up to see Fred in nothing but a towel, still wet from his shower.


“Bloody he- What are you doing?”


“I forgot my phone here,” he replied.


“And it couldn’t wait until you get dressed,” she exclaimed, her face redder than ever.


“Come on, Granger, you like it,” he winked.


At that comment, she became even redder and let her frustration escaped in a sight. “Never mind,” she blew and left her flat, leaving a smirking redhead behind her.



*



After a week, Hermione realized that all the rules she made up when the wall was first broken would be unnecessary. Fred would always find a way to break them and invade her privacy, and would always get away with it. In a week, it seems that he found out how to work his way out of Hermione’s wrath and it frustrated her. But she had to admit that this flatshare had its perks. After a tough day, Fred was always there to cheer her up. And she didn’t have to eat alone anymore, not that she would ever voice that she hated to be alone at night.


When she came home that night, she was in a good mood. No one complained at her work and everyone seemed to be in a the same mood at her, for once. So, she could only smiled when she saw Fred and his big smiled, the dinner already cooked.


“Right on time, love! Go change in something more comfortable, tonight is the first episode of Game Of Thrones!”


Hermione just laughed and did exactly as he said, while he set the plates on the table in front of his television. She came back with her cat in her arms and settled down next to him right when the generic began.


They were silent for a while, eating and focusing on the show. Their eyes were not leaving the screen and the silent was only broken by some exclamations.


“Holy shit!”


“Shh!”


When the episode came to an end, they didn’t wait to talk about it, their spirit still in the show.


“I can’t believe they ended the episode like that, they always end them with a cliffhanger,” sighed Hermione. She sank more into the couch and Fred’s arm that was around her shoulders, slowly petting Crookshanks who fell asleep.


“I know! I can’t wait until next week for the second episode. They always make the first episode so captivating, it’s a shame there are only ten episodes per season and then, we have to wait a year for the sequel.”


“I know what you mean,” laughed Hermione, “they sure know how to draw our attention.”


Once again, they stayed silent, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Tranquility that was broken by some shouts and grinding noises from the flat above them.


“Oh my god, they’re at it again.”


Hermione put her face into her hands, hiding her embarrassment from Fred. The redhead wasn’t better, the famous Weasley blush was present on his face and he quickly took his arm away from her shoulders, avoiding physical contact.


“Well, that’s bloody awkward. Let’s call it a night, shall we?”


“Yes,” she exclaimed, “I’m just gonna help you with the dishes and head to bed, huh? It’s better that way.”


“Yup, let’s keep it the less awkward possible.”



*



Hermione was sitting on her couch, so immersed in her book that she didn’t hear Fred crossing the line to her side. He leaned on the wall, watching her for a couple of minutes without her noticing him. With a smirk he disappeared in his room before coming back, a camera in his hands. Fred took advantage of the fact that Hermione still didn’t notice him to take a picture of her. He grinned as he saw Hermione startle at the flash of the camera and looked down to see the picture he just took.


“What a nice picture of a beautiful girl I just got!”


Hermione was looking at him, confused. She has been so immerged in her book that she only understood now that the flash she saw was Fred taking a picture on her. She smiled, blushing a little at Fred’s comment before closing her book and getting up. She closed the distance between her and Fred to look at the picture.


“Wow, you sure do know how to enhance the model,” she muttered.


“Nah, the model is just really beautiful,” he winked at her.


She chose to ignore the comments as she started blushing. “How long have you been taking pictures?”


“I don’t really know. It’s been years. I just love taking pictures of everything. But you just became my muse,” he whispered seriously.


Hermione didn’t know what to answer at that so she chose to ignore his comment yet again, “can I see your pictures?”


Fred smiled and handed over his camera, “go ahead.”


With a big smile, she took Fred by his arm so she would sit with her on the couch. She happily looked at the pictures for about ten minutes before she raised an eyebrow and looked at Fred.


“I understand you like taking pictures and all, but how come you’re never on any picture?”


“Well, sunshine, I’m not photogenic. At all. Every time someone takes a picture of me I end up with a weird face.”


Hermione laughed, raising the camera, ready to take picture. “I don’t believe you! Here, smile for me.”


And he gave her a genuine smile. She didn’t miss the moment and quickly took the picture. With a smile, she looked at the result, certain the picture would be perfect. She burst out laughing when she saw the picture and showed it to Fred.


“How come it came out like that? You were smiling when I took it!”


Fred laughed with her when he saw the picture. Indeed, his face was funny but he couldn’t tell how his tongue came out of his mouth and his right eye closed by himself when he was sure he was smiling.


“See,” he says, “the camera hates me. It’s a curse.”


“Come on, let’s take some other!”


Fred laughed and stood up. He smiled at Hermione when she took another picture. He changed positions as she took another. They keep taking pictures and weird poses for a while and Hermione couldn’t stop laughing at Fred’s weird faces.


Hermione finally stopped laughing and moved closer to Fred when he sat down on the couch, leaning on him.


“Come on, let’s take a picture together this time.”


“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”


When Hermione took the picture, Fred wasn’t looking at the camera. He couldn’t detach his eyes from Hermione nor could he get rid of the sweet smile that appeared on his face. He was happy later that night that the woman didn’t look at the picture after she took it, even though it was probably the best picture of Fred that existed.



*



“Okay, tell me why you’re in my kitchen at two thirty in the morning, eating my cereals, completely naked?”


Hermione had woken up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty and she just discovered Fred Weasley in her kitchen, naked, eating her cereals, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Well, at least the package of cornflakes was hiding his package, but still.


“I was hungry.”


“At two am?”


“Yes!”


“And you couldn’t eat your own cereals?”


“I ran out of them.”


“Urgh, I’m too tired for this.”


With this, she just took a glass, filled it with water while trying to not stare at his naked bottom and went back to her room, ignoring his bright smile.



*



“By the way, ‘Mione,” began Fred the next morning.


“Yes,” she answered without looking at him, which frustrated her. She had no reason to be embarrassed because she saw him naked. It was him who should be embarrassed. Honestly, who just go in a woman’s flat completely naked just to eat cereals in the middle of the night? Probably only Fred Weasley.


“I won’t be here tonight, I have dinner at my parents’.”


“Oh, okay? I don’t know why you tell me though.”


“I know you don’t like to be alone at night.”


She shrugged, taking her bag on her shoulder. “It doesn’t bother me.”


Fred just smiled, closing the distance between him and Hermione. Taking a hair strand between his fingers, he placed it behind her ear without breaking eye contact.


“I won’t be long, I promise.”


Hermione laughed, taking a step back to leave.


“Don’t worry Fred, I’m not some kid you are taking care of. You don’t have to justify yourself.”


“Alright, alright,” he laughed, “just wanted you to know since you will be so lonely without me.”


“In your dreams!”


“In my dreams, you’re naked and-”


“Shut up! I don’t want to know! God you’re gross! Don’t forget to buy your own cereals,” she cried before closing the door behind her.



*



Ron was looking at Fred’s camera with Harry. Both of them always liked to see the pictures that Fred took. They were always amazed that he could take a picture at the right moment and make it so beautiful. As they passed some pictures, they stopped at one picture in particular.


“Hey, Fred,” began Ron.


“Hm?” was the only answer he got from his older brother as he kept playing chess with their father.


“Why do you have a picture of Hermione,” he asked, still looking at the camera, “no, why do you have so many pictures of Hermione? Seriously, how much are there? There are hundreds of them!”


“What? Ron, how do you know Hermione?” asked Fred as he left their father smiling at the situation to take back his camera, switching it off.


“More like, how do you know her,” said Harry, “Hermione is our best friend since high school.”


“What? How come you never introduced her to us?” wondered Fred, confused. The whole family knew every friend of Ron and Harry, so Fred was confused he didn’t know about Hermione earlier, especially when they are now claiming her as their best friend.


Ron and Harry just looked at each other before laughing. Now, all the family was gathering in the living room, wanting to know why they didn’t know about the person who seems really important to the boys.


“Well,” began Harry, “we really wanted to introduce her to you, she’s our best friend after all, but,” he laughed, preventing himself to say more.


“But,” continued Ron “how to say that,” he meditated while scratching his chin, “we knew you,” he pointed Fred, “would be head over heels for her. Don’t ask us, we just knew.”


“Yeah, and we didn’t want to hear you whimpering around how beautiful she was, smart, nice and all.” At that, the whole family laughed, even Arthur and Molly, saying that Ron and Harry were right.


“What? I wouldn’t do that. I never do that!” He argued.


Once again the two men looked at each other before they took high pitched voices, trying to imitate Fred.


“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful! I swear, the next time I see her, I’ll just shove her to a wall and snog senseless” mimicked Harry, grinning as he saw Charlie holding his sides as he was laughing.


“Dad, Mum! I found the love of my life! You will love her! And Georgie, she’s so hot, you won’t believe it!” Now, Molly was laughing so much that she almost fell from her chair.


However, Harry didn’t give Fred the time to respond. “Now, tell us, how do you know her and why do you have so many pictures of her? Do you stalk her?”


“What? No,” countered Fred when he saw the threatening look the younger boy gave him. “She’s my neighbor.”


“Your neighbor? As in, the girl next door? The hot chick you’ve been talking about for months?”


“Yes.”


Ron and Harry just burst out laughing.


“I told you he would be crazy about her!”


They kept laughing for a while before Harry stopped abruptly.


“Wait, didn’t you say that you accidentally broke the wall that was separating yours’ and your neighbor’s flats?”


“I remember that I did say that,” began Fred, looking everywhere but at Harry and his brother.


“You mean that you’re living with Hermione?! Fred, I’m going to-”


“Harry, stop !”



*



Fred shut the door behind him, dropping his keys on the table in his living room. He let himself fall on his couch, sighing. Charlie, Bill and George had to calm Harry down. The guy had succeeded to scare him. Other than that, the weekly dinner with his family went well, but he was exhausted. He tried to relax by sinking more into the couch when something caught his eye. He turned his head to the left to see a scene that was unusual. The redhead raised an eyebrow at the sight.


“Hermione, love, what are you doing standing on your table? And is that a pan in your hand?”


Indeed, Hermione was standing on her table with a pan in her hand, ready to defend herself against whatever would attack her. Obviously, by the way she was wearing a sweater way too large for her and that her hair was up on the top of her head in a messy bun, she spent the night reading. That is, until something seems to cut her in her activity.


“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see how it would be to have you height,” she said while staring at something at the floor.


Fred chuckled and answered, “darling, I know it’s frustrating to be short, but you could just ask, I would show you the Heaven. Now, what is the real reason of all that?”


“There is a spider right here and I can’t go anywhere.”


Fred laughed before saying, “you know, you could easily avoid it, right?”


“Yeah, but there is no way I’m taking one single step on this floor while this servant of Satan is alive.”


Once again Fred just laughed. He stood up with a bit of difficulties and crossed the wall. Hermione watched him take the spider into his palm and gently throw it out of the window. With a grin, he came back to her.


“Now, put the pan down and give your hero a kiss,” he said as he open his arm to help her to get off the table. She accepted the help by throwing her arms around his neck and he slowly lifted her up and then she was safely on the ground again, but neither of them broke their eye contact.


“Well, thank you,” said Hermione a little embarrassed. She didn’t take her arm off as Fred didn’t release her. “You can let me go now.”


“Right,” he released her without breaking eye contact. Suddenly, he yawned, forcing him to close his eyes. “Sorry,” he muttered.


Hermione smiled. “You should probably go to bed.”


“Yeah, probably.”


“Thanks again, for getting ride of the spider,” she laughed, “my hero.”  She turned around, heading for her bedroom. “Good night, Fred.”


He smiled as she disappeared from his sight.


“Good night, Hermione.”



*



Fred was looking everywhere for his wallet. He was sure he put it on Hermione’s table the night before but he couldn’t find it anywhere. Besides, there were now pieces of paper everywhere in the living room and even in the kitchen, which wasn’t helping him at all. George was waiting for him in the car outside the building and he was already late is it was. He moved away some sheets, putting some on the counter behind him or even throwing some away in the room.


“Ha! Here it is!”


He quickly put it in his pocket and exited the flat at the exact same moment Hermione came into the room.


“Where is that bloody report,” she cried, proceeding going through the exact same paper Fred went through a minute ago. “What the- Where is the- I can’t believe it, He messed with my papers! Everything was classified!”


She heard the door opening behind her and she turned around so quickly that her head spun for a few seconds. She saw the redhead, cursing under his breath about his shirt that was soaked with coffee. She didn’t wait for him to acknowledge her.


“Fred! Bloody hell, I told you to not mess with my papers! Where is my report for the Prophet? I can’t find it anywhere and I have a bloody meeting in half an hour! I’m late! Why are you not answering, you idiot?!”


The man in front of her stood still, not daring to answer. He seemed scared, which was odd, Fred was never scared of her. On the contrary, he should be laughing at her for worrying so much and telling her to calm down since panicking would just make her more late than she already is.


“Err, I’m not Fred,” he began, “I’m George. His twin. He mentioned a twin, right? You must be Hermione, huh? Nice to meet you. Fred told me a lot about you. Ron and Harry too. It’s nice to finally put a face on a name. Err, sorry, I dropped my coffee over myself and just came here to borrow one of his shirt. I dunno what Fred did but, err, sorry?”


There was a silent where none of them moved or even blinked.


“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! He did mention a twin! I didn’t mean to shout at you, I, err, I’m really late for an important meeting and I can’t find my- Oh! Here it is,” she exclaimed taking a paper from the counter of the kitchen whereas it should have been on the table of the living room. “Sorry again, George, it’s nice meeting you too. God, you must think I’m crazy. I’ll leave, okay? Take your time, I guess, bye!”



*



Hermione sighed as she unlocked the door. It has been a long day at work and all she wanted was to take a long and hot bath. And a beer too. Yeah, sharing a beer with Fred for instance would be relaxing for her. He would make her laugh. She was feeling as if she hadn’t laugh in a while, when the last time was in fact during the morning. And it was because of a joke Fred told her in a message he sent. She let out another sigh. How come this man could gather everything she was looking for in a man?


She finally opened the door to get in her flat and closed it behind her without a noise. She was going to put her keys on the nail on the wall but stopped when she heard a voice saying her name.


“-Hermione, was it? How is it going on,” the voice asked.


“She’s great, really. Nice, beautiful, with a strong personality.”


She recognized the voice as Fred’s and could easily imagine his smile as he was talking.


“Sounds like little Freddie is falling in love,” sang a woman’s voice.


Hermione knew she shouldn’t listen. She knew she should make them know she was there. But she really wanted to know what Fred would say following the statement the woman did. Her heart was beating so fast and so loud that she feared they could hear it.


“Yeah, I think I am,” he admitted in a soft voice.


Her heart missed a beat and her cheeks suddenly felt hot. She didn’t have time to think over it, however, when he started talking again.


“I mean, it’s been months since I’ve had a crush on her,” he paused. “But, I’m really falling in love with her. Have been since we started to know each other better I think.”


“How come you haven’t made a move yet?”


It was a woman’s voice, Hermione realized, but different from the one before. How many people were there exactly?


“Yeah, you never had problem with that before,” said a voice similar to Fred’s, “you always go ahead without thinking and it has always worked for you.”


“It’s different,” Fred said in a whisper, “firstly because this time I really love her, which wasn’t the case with the others before, and secondly, because we kind of live together right now. I don’t want to make a move without knowing she at least feels half the things I feel for her. It would be awkward otherwise.”


Hermione decided she had heard enough. It wasn’t appropriate to listen to the conversation anymore. She opened the door with the most noise possible she could do and slamed the door after some seconds. She shook her keys a little to make some other noise and put them on the nail. Then she finally made her way to the living room when she took off her coat and threw it on the couch.


“Hi, honey, how was your day?”


She smiled at the nickname and turned around to see Fred, smiling brightly at her.


“Exhausting, how was yours?”


“Pretty boring actually. Want to join us?”


“It would be nice, thanks.”


The redhead smiled and got up to find a bottle of beer for her. During this time she introduced herself as did his friends. She recognized them as the very same friends that were present the day Fred broke the wall. There were Oliver, Lee, Katie, Alicia and Angelina. And George of course. Facing the latter, she smiled at him.


“I apologize for this morning,” she started, unsure where to begin in the first place.


Fred’s twin laughed. “Don’t worry about that, no offense taken. Plus, it was Fred’s fault.”


“Hey, I didn’t do it on purpose,” he explained handing Hermione the bottle and making her sit between him and George.


“Don’t play innocent, Gred, you made me go up here on purpose so she would yell at me instead of you!”


Fred laughed and looked at his twin, proud of himself. “You spilled your coffee over your shirt yourself!”


“Don’t laugh, you git! She was really scary!”


Hermione laughed when she thought at the moment she started yelling at George on the morning, thinking it was Fred. Soon enough, the topic was set aside and Hermione found herself in a conversation with the three other girls. Katie was talking about a book she wanted to read in the near future.


“I already read it. You can borrow it if you want,” offered Hermione.


“Really? That would be great Hermione, thank you!”


“Just let me go find it,” she said with a smile.


She put her beer on the table and got up from the couch. Stopping his conversation, Fred locked his eyes on her, watching her as she crossed the wall. He tilted his head on the side as he stared at her bum. It was only when George elbowed him in the ribs he finally unlocked his gaze.


“What was that for?”


“You were staring, man. And without hiding it.”


Indeed, he could see his friends looking at him with knowing smiles.


“Anyway,” he answered, taking a sip of his beer as Hermione came back in the room.


“Here it is!”


“Thank you, Hermione,” Katie exclaimed. She went through a few pages, smiling. Raising her head, Katie’s eyes met the scene between Fred and Hermione. They were leaning over each other, talking in a low voice. Her smile got bigger. She was sure it was only a matter of time before those two begin dating.



*



It was only an hour later when the group decided to leave and that Hermione exchanged phone numbers with the girls, that Fred and Hermione were finally alone. She was helping Fred cleaning up when he grinned at her.


“Are you tired?”


“No, not really,” she answered with a smile.


“Great! Would you want to watch a movie?”


“That would be great.”


With a smile, Fred headed her in the living room once again and began listing the movies he had. After ten minutes, they settled for a horror movie. Joining her on the couch, he put an arm around her shoulders, his eyes fixed on the screen.


However, Hermione couldn’t focus on the movie. She couldn’t help but think about the conversation she heard before. Looking at Fred, she smiled. It shouldn’t bother her. She may not be in love with him yet, but, Merlin, she had the biggest crush ever. She knew that with a little time, her feelings would match his. Leaning more into him, she placed her head in his neck, breathing his scent. With a smile, she closed her eyes, not caring about the movie, and slowly fell asleep without realizing it.


That was probably why she felt confused when she woke up hours later. The room was in the dark and she had no idea how she ended up lying on top of Fred, his arms hugging her against him tightly. With a lot of difficulties, she grabbed her phone that laid on the table and saw that it was almost four in the morning. Sighing, she tried to free herself from Fred’s grip but it was clearly a lost cause.


“Mh, don’t go…”


All her movements succeeded to wake him up. She sighed.


“Fred, we should go to bed, it will be more comfortable,” she whispered.


“But you’re comfy… And warm. Don’t take the warmth away…”


“Fred,” she began.


“Please, don’t go,” he mumbled.


A soft smile painted itself on Hermione’s face. She lied down, burying her face in his neck, taking in his scent.


“Alright, alright,” she murmured, “I’m not going anyway.”


She fell back to sleep almost instantly, rocked by Fred’s warmth, not seeing the big smile on the redhead’s face as he, too, fell back to sleep.



*



In the next two weeks, Fred noticed some changes. Since the night they both fell asleep on his couch, Hermione became more keen about physical contacts. She would pass a hand in his hair, messing with it and would always tell him how much she loved his hair. When he talked, she would always look at him in the eye, and sometimes, she would absent-mindedly take his hand in hers, playing with him, intertwining their fingers. She would comment on how blue his eyes were. She would also give him a hug before going to bed at night, and a kiss of the cheek on the morning before leaving for work. In those moments, her hand would always linger a few more second on his shoulder or on his other cheek, depending where she put it.


This change made Fred smile and hopeful. If she was becoming tactile, it means that she was interesting in him, right? He could hope for more, right?


“Well, that’s either that, either she’s friend zoning you,” said Oliver one day.


“You think?!”


“I don’t know, it could be that. I mean, girls tend to be a lot more tactile when they are starting to consider you as your best friend. I mean, have you seen Katie? Or Alicia and Angelina? They’re always touching us, and they have no romantic feelings for either of us. None.”


“Merlin, you’re right. She’s putting me in the friend zone! I’m screwed!”


“Maybe not. If she’s looking at you right in the eyes, it could be more than friendship,” Oliver sighed, “girls are really complex, mate, it’s never the same with any of them. You learn something with one, and the next one destroys every of your beliefs.”


Fred crossed his arms on the table, burying his head in them, ignoring the waiter asking them if they wanted dinner and who left when Oliver gave him a negative answer. “What should I do, Ollie,” he whimpered.


Oliver sighed. “Don’t call me Ollie, how many times do I have to tell you,” he laughed a little, thinking of an answer to his question. “I don’t really know mate, you could try to make her jealous? Girls do that a lot to make us notice them. Works every time too.”


“Yeah, but it could be double-edged, you know?”


“Mh, true. Don’t do that, it’s a bad idea. We’re not clever enough to succeed whit a plan like that.”


They laughed.


“Listen, Fred. When you fancy someone, the best thing to do is to tell them. You will never know until you tell her. And, no, you can’t wait until she tells you. It could takes her months, or worse, years to make the first step. You have to take the matter into your own hands.”


Fred growled, sitting himself up and taking a sip of his whiskey.


“If I wanted to hear that, I would have gone to my mother of Gin’. It’s nice and all to say that, but it doesn’t tell me how.”


Oliver laughed. “I know, I only repeat what I hear all the time. Well, they are right about it, but it doesn’t tell us how to do it. It’s true that we can’t just go and throw it in their face.”


The Scot smiled as he watched Fred looking at his glass, deep in his thoughts.


“It’s gonna be alright, Fred. You just need a bit of courage. And luck.”



*



Hermione closed the door of her flat and threw her coat on the couch, letting a happy sigh out. She just same back from a night with Katie, Alicia and Angelina. During the month and a half she had been living with Fred and she had known the three girls, they grew closer and closer and often went out for what they called “girls night”. She always came back a little drunk from these nights and tonight was not an exception. She was feeling a little lightheaded and knew that she felt more courageous in those moments. She needed to talk to Fred. She had to tell him. Right now, before her courage disappeared.


“Fred?”


“In the kitchen, Hermione!”


She smiled, feeling herself blushing just at the sound of his voice. However, she blamed it on the alcohol, and she made her way to the kitchen.


“I need to tell you some…thing.”


She stopped in her tracks, looking around her. Besides Fred was probably the most beautiful woman Hermione ever saw. She was tall, but still shorter than Fred, had what look like the softest blond hair she had ever seen. She was skinny, and Hermione immediately wondered if she was a model. She had the prettiest blue eyes too, as pretty as Fred’s were.


“Hermione, I introduced you to Fleur.”


With a smile, Fleur stood and shook Hermione’s hand, and once again, Hermione thought she had one of the prettiest smile ever. And why was she so short while that goddess was so tall?


“Nice to meet you, Harmony, I heard so much about you!”


Hermione noted a French accent when she talked. It only confirmed Hermione that that woman was perfect. How can she compete with her? And Fleur was such a beautiful name.


“Nice to meet you too, Fleur. And you can call me 'Mione, my name is a little difficult to pronounce.”


“Alright, 'Mione, it’s a pleasure.”


In the background, she saw Fred drop a blender on the counter while smiling brightly at her.


“You wanted to tell me something?”


Hermione’s expression darkened. I was too long, she thought bitterly. She tried to say something, feeling the pressure of bother Fred and Fleur’s stares, but she could only stutter some words.


“Yeah, I- Err, I wanted to know if- No, I- Sorry, I completely forgot. I’m a little drunk so I’ll just go to bed, okay? Good night, and it was nice meeting you, Fleur,” she finally said with a weak smile.


Quickly, she turned away, almost running into her room. She didn’t want to cry, especially for something as silly as that, but she couldn’t contain herself, and tears just ran down her cheeks as she realized that she had fallen in love.



*



The next morning, Hermione woke up early since Harry would pick her up for lunch and then enjoy the day with Ron who would join them around two in the afternoon. Fortunately, she haven’t drunk enough the last night to have a hangover. Getting up, she decided to take a shower before having her breakfast, so that she could avoid Fred a little longer. She didn’t want to see him for the moment and if she could avoid him until the next day, it would be perfect. She sighed several times. Even if a few months ago she had heard Fred said he was falling in love with her, it didn’t mean that is hasn’t change since then. Fleur’s presence was the proof of this change. She couldn’t be upset with Fred, but it didn’t hurt any less.


Eventually, she got out of the shower, dressed and went to the kitchen hopeful that a good breakfast would cheer her up. That was, until she saw Fred in her kitchen.


“Morning, sunshine!”


How was it even possible to smile so brightly?


“Morning…”


While she was preparing a cup of black coffee that she felt was strongly needed, she saw from the corner of her eyes a frown replacing the smile that Fred was wearing earlier.


“Is everything alright 'Mione?”


She answered with just a sound, drinking her coffee in one sip.


“We should,” she began, hesitating about the words she should use, “next time, you should tell me when you take your girlfriend home. You know, just so that I don’t interrupt anything. It would be really embarrassing and awkward after that.”


“What are you talking about,” he asked, raising one eyebrow.


“How do you do that? Never mind, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything yesterday, I didn’t know she was there.”


She put the empty cup in the sink and began cleaning it when Fred talked again.


“I’m a little lost here love, what are you talking about?”


“I’m talking about you and your girlfriend,” she answered, unable to hide her bitterness in her tone of voice.


“What girlfriend?”


“Fleur,” she said, putting the cup away and leaving the kitchen for the living room, Fred in her footsteps. “She’s lovely, really nice. Is she a model?”


Fred stopped dead in his tracks and everything was put together in his mind. His concern disappeared and a smirked appeared on his face.


“Hermione, darling, Fleur isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my sister-in-law, married to my big brother, Bill. Still don’t know how he married someone like Fleur though. Anyway, she was there yesterday because she’s planning a surprise for Bill and wanted to hide it here so that he wouldn’t find it. To answer your question, no, she’s not a model. Such a shame in my opinion.”


Hermione felt herself blush under Fred’s stare and his knowing smirk wasn’t helping. She didn’t know what to answer and the only thing she found was a monosyllabic word.


“Oh.”


To avoid to embarrass herself even more, Hermione went to pick up a book on the table but Fred’s hand on her arm stopped her.


“You sounded bitter, were you jealous?”


She just gaped at him like an idiot.


“What?! Of course not! Why would I be jealous?”


“Because, you’re interested in me. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”


Hermione looked into Fred’s eyes, and saw that he wasn’t joking at all. Putting her thought about how blue his eyes were aside, she knew that there was no backing down now. She would come clean.


“You’re right. Except that I’m more than interested in you.”


Fred was shocked, he didn’t anticipate that. At her words, he felt warm, he felt all the butterflies in his stomach and all the other things then people describe when they talk about love. Fred thought quickly. A hundreds of possible answers came to him, but none passed the barrier of his lips. They just stared at each other for what felt like forever. But he had to act, it was up to him.


His blue eyes planted in Hermione’s brown ones, Fred stopped thinking. Quickly, he closed the gape between them and kissed her right on the lips. And then, it hit him. It felt so right that he wondered how it was possible that he took so long to do it.


Hermione responded to the kiss almost immediately. Her hands went directly in his hair messing with them while his hands came on her waist, her arms, her neck, her hair. He couldn’t stay still, he had to touch her. It quickly became more heated. Hermione slowly bite Fred’s lower lips so he could grant him access. He was only happy to oblige. Their tongue were dancing, fighting against each other. They sucked, bite, feeling proud when they obtained a moan as a reaction. And the room was filled with them.


Fred’s hand travelled everywhere on Hermione, stopping on her bum. He lifted her off the ground, rolling her legs around his waist and he walked towards the couch, lying on top of her. Hermione’s tee-shirt went flying in the room and while Fred was attacking her neck, she unbuttoned his shirt, her hands caressing his chest once it was fully opened.


“Err, I’ll come back later, I guess.”


Fred jumped away from Hermione, falling off the couch as Hermione sit up, crossing her arms to hide her bra.


“Harry?! What are you doing here?”


Harry chuckled, picking Hermione’s shirt up and throwing it at her, allowing her to dress up.


“I was supposed to pick you up so that we would have lunch. But I see that you’re busy,” he winked “I will leave you two alone and tell Ron that you had an impeachment.”


“Thanks, mate,” laughed Fred as he buttoned his shirt.


Harry just laughed and left, humming a song to himself. Chuckling to himself, Fred sat beside Hermione.


“He has such a good timing.”


“Always. It’s always him who interrupt Ron and Luna.”


“Ew, I don’t want to hear that about Ickle Ronniekins.”


They laughed and automatically leaned against each other in a side hug.


“So, that was…”


“Yeah,” blew Hermione.


“Wow,” Fred laughed. “So miss Granger is more than interested in me, huh?”


“Yeah, more than that. And…” she hesitated, “Are you?”


“Are you kidding me Hermione, I just have the hottest make out ever. I’m way more than interested in you, love.”


“Good. Very good,” she smiled, and leaned in for a soft kiss.


Fred smiled into the kiss, cupping her face. “So are we…”


“We are. Well, if you want to.”


“Hell yes, I want to.”



*



Fred smiled as he watched Hermione talking with Oliver and Katie. It’s been a month since they got together and Fred couldn’t be happier, especially since his friends approved of her. His smiled transformed into a grin as George join him on the couch.


“So, lover boy, tell me, do you plan to tell her that you broke that well on purpose?”


Fred mimicked thinking, scratching his chin before looking at George with a big smile.


“Nah!”

I Hate My Job (Part 8)

Part 8 – This Job is Starting to Grow on Me

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that gets assigned the worst job, in your opinion.

Warnings – More PG-13 sexiness and mentions of nudity

Word Count – 2,622

Notes – Well, I tried to keep it under 2K, but alas, I failed! I thought about breaking it down again, but I need to move this fic along!  Anyway, I hope you enjoy!  Please feel free to leave comments or reblog, it’s always appreciated!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Epilogue

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Originally posted by 107th-infantry


Previously:

The thrill of being in control loosened your inhibitions as you teased and tormented the man beneath you.  You brought him to the edge countless times, never letting him tumble over.  It wasn’t until you were ready that you finally allowed him the release he so desperately craved.  

You collapsed on his chest, the both of you struggling to catch your breath.  He gingerly brought one hand down to trace the outline of your face, causing you to sigh in contentment.  Bucky wrapped both arms around you, a peaceful expression on his face as he fell asleep once again.  You were tempted to stay, content in his arms, but the guilt drove you away again. Slipping from under his arms, you quietly retreated to your own room.

The next few days on the island followed the same pattern.  You spent your nights in Bucky’s bed, never speaking a word, reveling in the various pleasures that the two of you discovered.  You always skulked away to your own bed before morning, the guilt eating you alive, but never stopping you from returning night after night.  The days were spent laughing and talking, learning more about one another as you lazed away the afternoons.  

The spell was finally broken when the team returned from their mission, dirty and disheveled.  You and Bucky heard the jet landing behind the house and rushed to meet them.  None of them were too injured, just a little banged up and ready for a shower.  They headed off to their rooms to get cleaned up while you and Bucky returned to the pool.

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anonymous asked:

What I need is Fem!Miko/Rei headcanons! Please?

((Punk girl and elegant man….oh boy))

~ Reisi was quite surprised when he first sees Mikoto, he didn’t exactly expect a young lady to be the one leading a gang of rowdy punks…a tall and slightly intimidating young lady, but a young lady none the less! ((okay but imagine Seri and Fem!Mikoto having a standoff like Blair and the Mizune Family from Soul Eater))

((Huehuehue >w> okAY BACK TO THE HEADCANONS STOP BEING A PERV CHUCHU))

~ Honestly, nothing much changes in their relationship from canon. Though I imagine Reisi kinda flirting with Mikoto and trying to charm her like ‘maybe if I charm her, she’ll stop causing so much chaos’ also he secretly finds her really hot

~ Mikoto also flirts back because 1) It’s fun and 2) If she’s able to charm him instead, it kinda shows dominance and she is an alpha woman

~ Basically everyone in their clans ships it and are just like ‘just make out already plz no one can handle this sexual tension’ (except Saruhiko and Misaki. Saru is just like ‘ugh’ and Misaki is just like ‘my king is too good for the blue king, fuck the blue king’)

~ At first everyone in S4 is shocked that their king fell for a woman like Mikoto but then they were like ‘ah, well….she is pretty hot’ but they would never say that in front of their king of course (and of course Saru is still just ‘ugh’)

"Nice Panties" (Roommate!Luke)

Requested- “please do a smut where luke is your roommate and he has feelings for you and one night he sees you in the kitchen and you do the dirty”

by gabi ( @michaelsmutonly )

You placed your reading glasses on top of your head, rubbing your tired eyes as you returned your gaze to the bright computer screen, a loud yawn escaping your lips. The time on the screen read 01:32, barely 8 hours before the exam you were currently studying for.

You reached for your mug of hot chocolate, only to discover it was empty. Sighing, you got up from your seat and advanced into the kitchen, turning the kettle on and searching the cupboards for the cocoa powder. You finally spotted it on the highest shelf, where your roommate Luke must’ve placed it. Groaning, you stood on your tip toes and jumped up a bit, trying to reach the cylindrical tin.

Suddenly, you heard a deep chuckle coming from the doorway.

“Nice panties.” Luke commented with a smirk, his eyes travelling up your legs where your oversized shirt had ridden up, exposing a piece of your underwear.

“Can you stop being a perv and explain to me why you keep putting the cocoa powder on the highest shelf?” you groaned, looking up at the tin that was just out of your reach.

Luke came up behind you, his hand stretching over your head and grabbing the powder, leaning in close to your ear.

“Because I like watching you struggle.” he whispered, before moving away and placing it in your hands. “Anyway,” he continued, clearing his throat. “What are you doing up at this hour?” he questioned, leaning against the counter as he watched you make two mugs of hot chocolate.

“Studying.”

“That’s all you ever do. You never have fun.“

“I have fun!” you protested indignantly. “Maybe my idea of fun isn’t the same as yours.“

“I can think of something we could do that we would both enjoy.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shut up.” you laughed, grabbing your mug and advancing towards the computer, ready to continue studying. You felt Luke’s arm wrap around your waist as you were pulled back into his chest, your drink spilling onto the tiled floor.

“I’m serious.” he mumbled, kissing your neck and beginning to suck a hickey just behind your ear. “I need you.”

Your breathing had started to grow heavy. Your knees became weak. You had never thought about Luke this way before, but now that the opportunity had presented itself you wanted nothing more than to have sex with him. You turned around and grabbed his face in your hands, thumbs stroking over the short stubble as your lips collided. Moaning into his mouth, you brought your hands to his hair and pulled on the roots gently, hearing him groan in return.

“Jump, Y/N.” he said, wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you over to the counter as soon as you did. He spread your legs and stood between them, taking his shirt off and throwing it somewhere before doing the same to you. You never slept with a bra on, yet nonetheless Luke seemed to be taken aback by your breasts immediately being exposed to him.

He stroked down your body, teasing your nipples for a couple seconds before continuing downwards. He rubbed you through your underwear, watching you intently as your face contorted with pleasure. Luke then hooked his fingers inside the waistline of your panties, pulling them down your smooth legs and looking in awe at your bare, glistening core. He attached his lips to your clit, sucking vigorously on the small nub as you moaned and wrapped your legs around his head, feeling his stubble scratch your inner thighs.

He then moved down, poking his tongue into your entrance before licking up your juices, creating obscene slurping sounds. Your breathing was increasing rapidly, high pitched gasps frequently escaping your lips as his mouth worked wonders on your aching core.

“Mm, you like that, Y/N? You like me eating you out like this?” he asked, his teeth gnawing gently on your clit, enough to make you scream out in pleasure and cum on his tongue, your legs shaking from your orgasm.

Luke stood up and wiped his chin clean of your wetness, grinning up at you as he began to take his boxers off.

“You ready?” he asked, lining himself up with your entrance.

You nodded, throwing your head back as his dick entered you, inch by inch. He gripped onto your thighs, thrusting in and out roughly, beads of sweat becoming visible on his forehead. Gripping his forearm, you leaned into him and pressed your bare chest against his, moaning loudly.

With no warning, Luke pulled out and ejaculated onto the floor, gasping for air as he came down from his high. He glanced over at you, your legs still spread wide, your body glistening with sweat, a look of surprise on your face as you registered what just happened.

“I told you we’d both enjoy that.” he chuckled, winking at you mischieviously.

“Shut up.” you replied, taking his hand as he helped you down from the kitchen counter. “You’re cleaning up the mess.” you remarked, carefully stepping over the spilt cocoa and cum on the floor.

“Fair enough. Same time tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

Nice Panties (Roommate!Luke Smut)

Requested- “please do a smut where luke is your roommate and he has feelings for you and one night he sees you in the kitchen and you do the dirty”

Pairing: Luke and Y/N

Description: Roommate!Luke fucks you on the kitchen counter.

Warning: smut and swearing??

alsO I’M SORRY I’M VV BAD AT KEEPING UP WITH REQUESTS I HAVE A DOM!LUKE IN THE WRITINGS I’LL TRY GETTING IT UP BY THE END OF NEXT WEEK

You placed your reading glasses on top of your head, rubbing your tired eyes as you returned your gaze to the bright computer screen, a loud yawn escaping your lips. The time on the screen read 01:32, barely 8 hours before the exam you were currently studying for.

You reached for your mug of hot chocolate, only to discover it was empty. Sighing, you got up from your seat and advanced into the kitchen, turning the kettle on and searching the cupboards for the cocoa powder. You finally spotted it on the highest shelf, where your roommate Luke must’ve placed it. Groaning, you stood on your tip toes and jumped up a bit, trying to reach the cylindrical tin.

Suddenly, you heard a deep chuckle coming from the doorway.

“Nice panties.” Luke commented with a smirk, his eyes travelling up your legs where your oversized shirt had ridden up, exposing a piece of your underwear.

“Can you stop being a perv and explain to me why you keep putting the cocoa powder on the highest shelf?” you groaned, looking up at the tin that was just out of your reach.

Luke came up behind you, his hand stretching over your head and grabbing the powder, leaning in close to your ear.

“Because I like watching you struggle.” he whispered, before moving away and placing it in your hands. “Anyway,” he continued, clearing his throat. “What are you doing up at this hour?” he questioned, leaning against the counter as he watched you make two mugs of hot chocolate.

“Studying.”

“Thats all you ever do. You never have fun.

“I have fun!” you protested indignantly. “Maybe my idea of fun isn’t the same as yours.“

“I can think of something we could do that we would both enjoy.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shut up.” you laughed, grabbing your mug and advancing towards the computer, ready to continue studying. You felt Luke’s arm wrap around your waist as you were pulled back into his chest, your drink spilling onto the tiled floor.

“I’m serious.” he mumbled, kissing your neck and beginning to suck a hickey just behind your ear. “I need you.”

Your breathing had started to grow heavy. Your knees became weak. You had never thought about Luke this way before, but now that the opportunity had presented itself you wanted nothing more than to have sex with him. You turned around and grabbed his face in your hands, thumbs stroking over the short stubble as your lips collided. Moaning into his mouth, you brought your hands to his hair and pulled on the roots gently, hearing him groan in return.

“Jump, Y/N.” he said, wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you over to the counter as soon as you did. He spread your legs and stood between them, taking his shirt off and throwing it somewhere before doing the same to you. You never slept with a bra on, yet nonetheless Luke seemed to be taken aback by your breasts immediately being exposed to him.

He stroked down your body, teasing your nipples for a couple seconds before continuing downwards. He rubbed you through your underwear, watching you intently as your face contorted with pleasure. Luke then hooked his fingers inside the waistline of your panties, pulling them down your smooth legs and looking in awe at your bare, glistening core. He attached his lips to your clit, sucking vigorously on the small nub as you moaned and wrapped your legs around his head, feeling his stubble scratch your inner thighs.

He then moved down, poking his tongue into your entrance before licking up your juices, creating obscene slurping sounds. Your breathing was increasing rapidly, high pitched gasps frequently escaping your lips as his mouth worked wonders on your aching core.

“Mm, you like that, Y/N? You like me eating you out like this?” he asked, his teeth gnawing gently on your clit, enough to make you scream out in pleasure and cum on his tongue, your legs shaking from your orgasm.

Luke stood up and wiped his chin clean of your wetness, grinning up at you as he began to take his boxers off.

“You ready?” he asked, lining himself up with your entrance.

You nodded, throwing your head back as his dick entered you, inch by inch. He gripped onto your thighs, thrusting in and out roughly, beads of sweat becoming visible on his forehead. Gripping his forearm, you leaned into him and pressed your bare chest against his, moaning loudly.

With no warning, Luke pulled out and ejaculated onto the floor, gasping for air as he came down from his high. He glanced over at you, your legs still spread wide, your body glistening with sweat, a look of surprise on your face as you registered what just happened.

“I told you we’d both enjoy that.” he chuckled, winking at you mischieviously.

“Shut up.” you replied, taking his hand as he helped you down from the kitchen counter. “You’re cleaning up the mess.” you remarked, carefully stepping over the spilt cocoa and cum on the floor.

“Fair enough. Same time tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

5

Meet Max!! He plays cello, sexy as hell and at times, turned into a big insecure dork over his age xD i’m squealing….

K-Stew? More like Gay-Stew.

Amirite?

Kristen Stewart. A lot of people hate her. A few people love her. And a TON of lesbians think she totes plays for their team. I’m one of those lesbians.

I mentioned tiny little Panic-Room-Kristen in my Lindsey Shaw note. That’s when I very first saw Kristen Stewart. Panic Room came out in 2002 so I was like 14 or something. I don’t know, I can’t math. But I do know that that was PRIME TIME for me. I was just coming out of the closet and anyone with a hint of gay was on my radar.  Kristen Stewart was 12 when she did that movie, so we were pretty close in age. It makes it a lot less awkward that I had a weird crush on her in that movie. Right? :/ I’m crying in a corner after admitting that. 

Do you like my bowl cut? So did Mia in 2002.

It’s funny…Jodi Foster was also in Panic Room, and Jodi Foster recently came out.

Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let them take your plaid away.

Maybe Kristen is also waiting until she’s 51 to finally come out?


If you don’t come out of that closet, I’m dragging you out! Life isn’t your own little panic room. GET IT? We were in that movie together. You wore plaid pajamas. You looked really gay, too. Dat bowl cut.  

Two years after Panic Room, she was in another movie called Catch That Kid and I was super excited about it. She played this rebellious bank robber. Hot, right? EW YOU GUYS SHE WAS 14 STOP BEING PERVS.

Anyway, I haven’t seen either of these movies in a decade, but I seem to remember her tomboyish-ness always being there. However, tomboy does not always = gay. But a lot of the times it does. And sometimes those tomboys just don’t want to admit it. Just sayin.   

Kristen has also been in a movie called In the Land of Women (GAY)Maybe if I leave my mouth open all the time, the words will just come out…

and The Cake Eaters (SUPER GAY).

I sure like cake. Can’t you tell? My mouth is open. You could just drop some cake right in there. Just walk right on by and stick some cake in my cake hole.

But let’s speed up to the Twilight saga. I never read the books, but I did see all of the movies :/
I have MAJOR beef with Twilight in general due to the fact that I’m a Buffy fan and also a human being with a brain. No offense to any readers who don’t have brains, I know the zombie epidemic is alive and well and brains are like super high in protein for them or something. But in all seriousness, I watched Nickelodeon until I was in college and I currently watch Pretty Little Liars, so I really can’t talk. Everyone has their own tastes. Buffy is definitely 2394877 times better, but that’s for another time and place.

Kristen played Bella, the doe-eyed mouth-breather to Robert Pattinson’s Edward. Star-crossed lovers; one a human, the other a vampire. Never seen that before ;) 

People say that Kristen is a bad actress in this series. She’s definitely not the best, but when you’re starring opposite some dude you have no interest in but your producers and manager make you pretend you’re dating, I can imagine that it would be a little rough to fake those feelings for the cameras. I assume that’s what happened. Have you ever noticed that any movie coming out, the two main stars end up dating IRL? I can’t possibly believe that their on-screen chemistry was so great that they decided to bring it off-screen. No. Their managers and producers said YALL ARE A COUPLE NOW. THIS WILL MAKE SO MUCH HYPE FOR THE MOVIE/TV SHOW. WE ARE GOING TO BE SO RICH. BELLA AND EDWARD IN REAL LIFE, TEENAGERS ARE GOING TO GO BERSERK. And they did.

The same thing happened with Snow White & The Huntsman. Oh, you’re boinking the director of your own movie? SCANDALOUS! I want to see Snow White now!!!! Maybe not so much with that one, considering the director’s wife has now filed for divorce.  But it sure is a way to spark conversation and get the word out about the movie. 

Let’s step away from the acting career. Because really, that’s all it is. Acting. What does she spend her time doing when she isn’t acting?

Being really, really into girls.


Teehee, no, you just have something in your teeth, hold still. I can get it with my tongue.


La la la. I might be constipated, but at least I’m holding a girl’s hand!

Nurse’s stations really turn me on. Like, imagine me being a sexy nurse. Cuz that’s what I’m doing to you.

I just wanna put a baby inside of you. I’m going to use my magical closeted celesbian powers and make it happen. Just you watch. 


Baby in. 

And to make it even more obvious,



That’s all I want, too, K-Stew. Welcome to the team.

Tour Series #11: Talk Dirty (SMUT)

A/N: If reading smut makes you uncomfortable in any way, just skip this post in the series. its completely okay! 

this one does get pretty smutty. be warned. (and enjoy!) 

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Anonymous: AUTHOR CHAAAN!!! Could you do a scenario were the guys are playing with s/o truth or dare ?? THANXS *\(^o^)/*

(Yahoo~! I’m back! Hope you guys like this! So sorry it’s feels so rushed! It was really late at night and I couldn’t sleep when I wrote it! Anyway, enjoy!)

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KANATO

You and Kanato were lying down in his room. He craned his neck at you curiously. “(Y/N)? Laito told me about this slumber party he went to yesterday. I would like to try one of the activities they had there.”

“Really?” You asked suspiciously. You wondered what kind of games Laito told to the innocent boy. “Okay. What do you suggest?” He thought over his options. When he picked his favorite, he smiled softly. “I’d like to try strip poker. Laito says that even if you lose, you get a strip of candy!”

You frantically shook your head. “Let’s try something simpler,” you gently told him, “what about Truth or Dare? Would you like to do that instead?”

“Tsk,” he looked annoyed but he relented eventually, “okay. But it’s only because I don’t know how to play poker!”

You smiled at him. “Great! You’ll go first,” you told him, “truth or dare?”

“Truth,” the purple haired boy said, “Teddy says that we don’t want to do anything stupid. So please ask a sensible question from us.”

Your eyes moved heavenwards in thought. Kanato was very unpredictable, you didn’t want him to get angry over what you asked but you also didn’t want this to be boring. Suddenly, you remembered the question that you’ve been dying to ask for a while.

You grinned at him. “Kanato, who do you love more,” you looked serious, “Teddy or me?”

He stared at you weirdly. “(Y/N) wants to make me choose?” He mumbled to himself. “Of course, I love Teddy.” Though the bear was an inanimate object, you’re heart still clenched at his words. “But,” he put his finger under your chin to make you look into his eyes, “if (Y/N) really wants me to make a real decision… (Y/N) is the only person I have ever loved.”

You blushed and turned away. Coughing, you told him, “I’d like to have a dare, please.” You didn’t want him to see you flustered. “Oh? My (Y/N) is so brave!” He exclaimed like a child, “if so, Teddy and I want you to sneak into Reiji’s lab and drink a potion.”

He giggled as you expressed your horror. “Eh?!” You retorted, “I can’t do that! What if I get killed, or worse, punished?!” It seems that he would have none of your excuses.

“(Y/N),” he gently held your hand and kissed your fingers, while doing so, he was innocently gazing into your eyes, “please do it for me!” He gave you a puppy dog face. You almost died from the cuteness. “Fine! As long as you go to my funeral!” You winked and walked towards the lab with Kanato not far behind.

Quietly, you peeked inside the room. No one was there. Gingerly, you grabbed the nearest bottle with purple fluids and left without missing a heartbeat. “I got it,” you showed Kanato your findings. Worriedly, you played with the flask. You sighed resolutely, “well, a dare is a dare!” You drank the whole bottle in one shot.

Thankfully, there wasn’t any pain. You bit your lip in relief. However, after just standing there for a while, you felt that your chest was lighter and something weird was in your pants. Loudly, you heard Kanato screech. You looked down at him, immediately noticing that your were several inches taller than him.

You examined inside your shirt. “Where are my…?” You jumped in shock when you peeked in your pants. “What the hell is that?!” You were hyperventilating at this point. “Am I…” You looked at Kanato desperately, “a boy?”

“R-REIJI!”

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LAITO

“Bitch-chan~!” Laito wailed, “why don’t you stop working and play with me for a second, nfu~”

“Why don’t you stop being a perv for a second, hmm?” You pushed his groping figure off of you and bit the tip of your pencil. Actually, you were all done with your homework. You just wanted to see him beg for your attention.

The fedora wearing boy pouted. “Playing hard to get, are we?” He hugged you from the back. “Ne, Bitch-chan! Let’s play a simple game! What about we play the classic Truth or Dare?” You were somewhat surprised. When he said ‘play’, you expected something dirty.

“Oh,” you remarked, “well, if that’s the case, then why not?” You shrugged and agreed to join him. “If you do anything rated SPG, I swear I’ll castrate you!” You warned him. “Ah~, now why would I do that?” He smirked.

Laito asked you, “what do you choose? A saucy truth or a juicy dare?” You gave an unladylike snort. “Gimme the best dare you’ve got, perv!” You proclaimed bravely. “This will be fun!” He giggled.

“I dare Bitch-chan to lace Ayato-kun’s Takoyaki with laxatives!” Laito smiled and your mouth opened. “Hah?! You’re evil,” you told him, “wasn’t he throwing up earlier? You have no pity.”

He handed you the concoction. “Here you go,” he pushed you to the kitchen and shoved you some hot pieces of Takoyaki. You were sure he planned all of this beforehand. You neatly placed the laxatives in the food. He turned to you, “No, no, no, Bitch-chan!” He tutted, “don’t put too much! It will end up looking like semen on root beer!”

“And you know this how…?”

“Don’t question my wisdom.”

You both finished up and proceeded to find the eldest of the triplets. Finally, you saw him. “Hey, Ayato!” He looked over to you haughtily. “Aha! If it isn’t Laito’s breastless girl. What do you want?

"I brought you Takoyaki!” You shrugged off his insult and kindly handed his favorite meal. “I hope you like it!” He greedily devoured the dish without even scrutinizing what you gave him. You deviously smirked as you watched him clutch his stomach.

He held onto the wall for support. “Da hell?!” He ran away to his room. You found it gross that you smelled something weird when he sprinted off so quickly.

“I did it!” You jumped. “Now you gotta do my dare, perv? Or do you wanna do a truth like the little pussy you are?” You taunted him. He giggled. “Of course I’ll do a dare~! What harm can my Bitch-chan do, anyway?”

“You will rue the day you patronized me, perv!” You laughed maniacally. “I dare you…” You made him anticipate what you’ll make him do. “To let me burn fedora-chan!”

He stared at you. “Um, Bitch-chan, let’s talk about this-” you hopped and tore off the hat from his head. “Too late!” You turned and looked through the manor, trying to find his childish brother.

“Kanato!” You cried. “It’s terrible! It’s terrible!” He glared at you as you crashed into him. “Teddy thinks you’re irritating. What do you want?” You dramatically told him, “It was your fiendish perverted brother! He called you, and I quote, 'an annoying little virgin who can’t sing!’.” You nodded. When he didn’t look convinced, you whispered in his ear, “he even called Teddy your convenient sex toy!”

“That pervert,” he spat, “I’ll kill him!” Before he ran, you tapped his shoulder. “Yeah, you go do that. But do you know what will kill him on the inside?” He replied in negative. You smirked and showed him Laito’s fedora. “Burn it.” The two of you shared knowing grins.

Laito finally caught up with you. It was too late. You were sadistically laughing as purple flames engulfed his precious hat. The embers burnt your lover as he tried to rescue it. He knelt before it, tears running down his face. You patted his naked head.

“It’s alright,” you placated, “I’m sure we can find another one at the dump. You never know! Anything looks better,” you looked at the burning fedora in blatant disgust, “than that thing.”

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SUBARU

“Can we please play Truth or Dare?” You begged. “No,” he hastily replied. “C'mon! Please? It won’t be for long!” You pouted adorably and he blushed. “Fine,” he huffed, “let’s play this stupid game. Truth or Dare?”

You squealed. “Yay! I’ll go with a Truth today! Make sure you ask something dirty, hm?” You winked simply to make him uncomfortable. It worked, he was getting red in the face again.

“Truth?” He averted his eyes. “Um, w-what’s your favorite color?” He pathetically asked. “Lame,” you raised your eyebrow, “you can do a lot better, Subaru!” You cheered him on like a child.

“Okay, okay!” The albino thought frantically. Subaru didn’t want you to think that he sucked at these kinds of things. He said the first wild thing that came into his mind. “I got one!” He yelled excitedly. “(Y/N), what’s the color of your underwear?” After he asked, he went dead silent. He couldn’t believe he said that to you.

You gave a fake gasp. “Subaru! You pervert!” You shook your head in disappointment. “You and Laito really are siblings after all!” When he looked ready to apologize, you giggled. “Don’t be embarrassed, silly! I told you I wanted something dirty, right?”

With one last grin at him, you looked down and pulled on your pants. Slowly, as though to tease your lover, you peeked inside. You didn’t answer immediately. Seductively, you leaned in on his ear. You purred in a sultry voice, “what if I’m not wearing panties? Do I lose the game?” You asked innocently.

“Hah?!” Subaru jumped away. You laughed at his crimson face. “Jesus, Subaru! Relax! I’m wearing something, don’t worry.” You pulled him back to you. After a moment of silence, you decided to fluster him more. Once again, you whispered wantonly, “it’s colored red, by the way.” You bit his ear teasingly.

“Alright, alright! I get it!” He turned away. “I wanna do a dare, got it?” The albino wanted to get away as soon as possible.

You rolled your eyes. “At least you’re eager,” you laughed. You contemplated a dare. You snapped your fingers in triumph.

Grinning wickedly, you grabbed your phone and texted someone. When you got a reply, you told Subaru what you wanted him to do. “I want you to use these pick up lines on the nearest girl we can find! Understood?” You shoved your mobile into his face.

He read what he was going to say. “W-what?! I can’t say those things! You’re my girlfriend! Aren’t you supposed to stop me from saying stuff like that?” Subaru stared at you incredulously. “Stop stereotyping and get on with wooing!” You tutted.

You pushed him to a blond haired girl around your age. You gave him your phone and hid behind a tree to watch.

Subaru looked like he was on the verge of passing out. He tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Damn girl! Your ass is bigger than my future!” He nauseatingly smirked. The girl gasped and slapped him before turning away. He turned to you. You didn’t let him go until he told all the lick up lines you had.

The albino approached another girl. “My mom thinks I’m gay, can you help me prove her wrong?” You laughed loudly along with the girl he was talking to. The girl got a pen from her purse and wrote her number on his arm.

You gave him a thumbs up in support as he reached the final girl. He scowled at you before telling the girl, “I like your butt. Can I wear it as a hat?” What the two of you didn’t expect though, was a really big man confronting Subaru in his dare.

“Excuse me,” the deep baritone voice of the man growled, “but that’s my girl you’re talking to,” he menacingly spat.

You laughed as Subaru gulped. You immediately sprinted to him and grabbed his clenched fist. “Run!” You shouted and the two of you quickly escaped from the intimidatingly huge man.

“Foolish Love” – A Love Letter From Thief X Fanfiction featuring The White Raccoon – Part 1

Rated PG-13 (language)

It should have been your shining moment. In your hands was the first stolen painting you had retrieved from the depths of an illegal art dealer’s hidden vault all on your own, without the other Black Foxes there to guide you along the way. Not that they had abandoned you; on the contrary, at the moment Riki, Kenshi, and Hiro were each dispersed throughout the mobster’s mansion, fighting off security guards to leave you free to recover the artwork and escape back to the van where Takuto was busy turning off the hidden sensors that had triggered the alarm in the first place. It was not like the surly hacker to miss such a trap, but he had been distracted by a strange figure on the video feed who lurked in the shadows, jumping exaggeratedly from one corner to the next before accidentally knocking over a pedestal, triggering the entire security snafu.

And certainly there was no one stranger than that very same person who was currently tugging on the other side of the painting that you held in your hot little hands.

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