#rip to the Christmas fic that was almost finished before my brain gave up and deleted me

[wispscribbles]

Everyone who’s sent asks, sorry for the long wait for a reply!! Christmas and New Years always come with a mental dip where I can’t exist - but I’m gonna go on an answering spree one of the next days ❤️❤️ I also have some art lined up, and fics I’m working on (just gotta start existing again 😭)

#i am sick in the head and not in the fun way :( #thanks for your patience #wispy update #rip to the Christmas fic that was almost finished before my brain gave up and deleted me #i was so excited to share a silly fluffy oneshot for the season but now it’s january #idk if I’ll finish it and post it when it’s so late #i also have other fics in the works so I might just return to them

[watermelonsugar2612]

'MY DREAM WEDDING'

Okay- I'm sorry but I skipped some of the story, like wedding prep. I really wanted to write about their bachelor parties. In the story now, they're getting married in a week. Also, now the story is from Ginny's POV. I read a bunch of fics from her POV and fell in love. Sorry its so late too, I had exams. Now read on.

Ginny’s bachelorette

“I can’t believe we’re getting married in a week, fiance dearest!” I smiled as Harry and I sat in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. We had just finished breakfast and we had our bachelor and bachelorette party tonight. “Me too fiancee,” Harry grinned, gave me a little peck on the lips and took his dish to the sink. He put it down and washed his hands. “Are you all set for your bachelorette tomorrow?” I asked him as I washed the dishes and he changed into a shirt. “Yeah. A few of the blokes are going for drinks.” he said unimportantly. “Cool,” I said and put away the last dish. He stepped away, his shirt was buttoned except the top two buttons, and his raven locks were messy as usual. “Bye baby, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, I’ll miss you” he said, gave me a short kiss. “I love you too, I’ll apparate to Grimmauld if I can’t sleep okay?” I made a cute face. “Of course baby, I probably won’t be able to sleep without you anyway, I’ll miss you,” he gave me another little kiss. “Me too, I’ll miss you so much Harry,” I said again and kissed him. After a few seconds, he pulled away, “I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you!” I chanted. “How will I sleep without your little caresses and without your hand in my hair?! Gin-” he said with a raspy voice. By now, I was pinned to the back of the sink and my legs were between his. “Harry, do you think Kingsley would mind if you were a little late?” I smirked as he pulled my skirt and knickers down. He kissed me really hard. Fuck. I thought it would be the end of me. I made my way to unbutton his shirt as he kissed my neck. I tore his shirt off and he did the same to mine. I winced because of the few seconds of missed contact. He continued kissing my neck and made his way down. He kissed my collarbone and unclasped my bra, kissing my breasts. I moaned loudly. He continued his pecs and licks as my hand traveled to his junk. I stroked it a few times.“Fuck- I need to be inside you,” he groaned and I could distinctly feel his huge bulge between my legs. I quickly unbuckled his belt and took his pants off. I was already naked, so he pulled away for a brief and slammed inside me. “Harry!” I moaned at the top of my lungs. “Fuck Gin, you’re still so tight!” he said in response. He thrust at high speed and I whimpered and moaned at the pleasure. “Harder Harry! Go faster!” I moaned again and he followed my command. He thrust and continued to kiss my neck, now fondling my breast. He made way to clit and massaged it. I felt my insides tighten and he stopped massaging at once. “I’m coming, Harry! HARRY-” I clenched around him and a huge wave of pleasure overtook me. “Ginny!” he moaned and came on his high. He slowly rode us out back low. “That is going to be one to remember! I think we came in like record time,” Harry grinned. “You git, if I told you, you wouldn’t believe how much I got turned on when you told me you would miss me.” I blushed as he pulled out. “No fiancee dearest, you wouldn’t believe how much the fact that I wouldn’t have you in my arms to sleep was a problem. I really will miss-” and I cut him off with a little kiss, I didn’t want to be turned on again. Though honestly, what I was doing would probably turn us on too, so I bit his bottom lip and pulled away. “You have to get to work darling,” I grinned and pushed him away. “Ugh! Fine,” he rolled his eyes and put on a fresh set of clothing and so did I. We were in the bedroom and he apparated away with one little kiss and said, “I can’t wait to make it up to you in the bedroom tomorrow. We’ll go nonstop for hours. I’ll miss you so very much baby.” FUCK! How dare you Harry James Potter, you git! He turned me on again. I mean, me and Harry, on average would shag twice a day, but we because we weren’t going to be able to do that tonight, we’d shagged like 4 times the previous night and once in the morning, in the shower and well, the kitchen. Oh god, I’m blushing like crazy. Someone save me from this man.

Well, for my bachelorette as I had already told Harry, me, Hermoine, Luna, Hannah, Fleur, Angelina, Audrey and mum would have a few drinks at the burrow and gossip.

We were starting celebrations early, we would make dinner and make some treacle tart. Dad would be out for the night, with Harry. Oh, that little piece of eye candy, I thought about Harry and closed my eyes. Ugh, I need help. I wasn’t supposed to think about him, not today. Okay deep breaths. I spent the rest of my day definitely not thinking about Harry and the way he touched me, the fact that he had chosen me of all women, and we were about to get married, nope. Oh! And by the way, I didn’t have quidditch practice because I had taken leave for the wedding and honeymoon, so for like 2 months. It was about 6 pm, we were going to make dinner, I remembered and apparated to the Burrow. I was greeted by all of my bridesmaids (and mum). We made a big dinner and treacle tart for dessert. Now, it was about 10pm and we had all taken our seats in the large living room of the Burrow. I sat in the settee in which I would generally sit in Harry’s lap. He would softly play with my hair and give me little pecks during conversation with my family. He would feed me cookies during Christmas- “Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, GINNY!” my mom interrupted my thoughts. I had an unavoidable blush on my face. “Sorry mum! Yeah, I’m here now,” I said. “Okay, let’s play never have I ever, each time you have done something, you take a shot of firewhiskey” Angelina suggested and everyone nodded. “You go first Hermione,” she continued. “Okay, never have I ever, shagged in public.” Hermione blushed. “You gotta be more specific ‘Mione! Like a restaurant, or a clothes shop-” I was interrupted yet again by Hermione, “Okay, a restaurant?” she finished her question. “Ha! That’s simple, I have, a bunch of times!” I shrugged and I felt a tinge of blush as those memories came back to me, but I shut them off and gulped down a shot. My mum looked at me with a deadly look. “Well I haven’t!” Luna said and Audrey, Hannah, Hermione and mum chimed in and said, they hadn’t either. Fleur and Angelina downed a shot, oh my god! I had to ask Bill and George myself later. “Well, next question!” my mum interrupted before we could get really deep into conversation. “Never have I ever,” Fleur said, “ditched someone for my husband, or vice-versa?” she finished. “Tons of times!” I said as I lifted a glass high up in the air and drank it. “Wait! The time you said you got “emergency practices” or Harry or you had gotten very sick or you had to go to a team meeting or Auror function were all excuses to ditch us?!” Hermione said with her mouth agape. “Not always, but yeah most of the time, we were probably shagging,” I shrugged and took another shot. “Hermione looked furious and honestly so did everyone else, I gave a slight smile. “Never have I ever bought anything from Lady Lilac’s Lingerie,” I asked with a grin and immediately downed a shot. Everyone else looked at me with pure shock. “Do we even want to ask how many times you have bought- lingerie from there?” Hannah said with a disgusted expression. “I mean, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had it ripped off myself, so no probably not,” I said, suddenly in horror as I saw the number of shocked faces turned toward me. I. should. not. have. said that! It should be illegal for me to talk even when I’m slightly drunk. “Uh-uh next question?” I said with a confused smile. The faces didn’t turn away for quite a long time when mum finally spoke up, “Oh god, everyone, this is her night, let’s not be shocked by my daughters sexual appetite!” everyone laughed. “Never have I ever, had sex in the burrow, this only applies to after you moved out!” mum questioned. I downed another shot, no one else did, and the horrified expressions returned. “I can’t believe I’m asking this, but with which room, Ginny Weasley?!” mum almost screamed. I wasn’t sure if I should answer this question but my drunk brain did anyway, “Ron’s, and even the living room, when we were staying here for Christmas!” I grinned. “You are a dead woman Ginny!'' Mum got up and walked toward me. “Fuck. Sorry mum! We scourgifyed it later?” I said as I winced. Mum rolled her eyes and

sat back down. “Okay, this game is a little too much for some of us to take right now, let’s play something else,” Hermione said. “Yeah sure, let’s play 21 truths.” Angelina suggested. “Perfect!” I said. How this game worked was, we would go in a circle and say numbers, one person could say three numbers max in one turn and the person on which ‘21’ landed had to answer a question. The first few rounds went easy and I wasn’t asked anything. It was like the 6th round when, unfortunately, the 21 landed on me. “Okay, shoot a question, who wants to ask me one?” I said accepting defeat. “Well, I think since Ginny is the bride and everyone will have tons of questions for her, everyone gets to ask her one.” Hermione suggested. Everyone grinned and nodded. Fuck. I was so dead. “When was the first time you and Harry had sex and where?” Luna asked. “The room of requirement, sixth year.” I said. That one was easy, thanks Luna. I thought and turned to Angelina. “With who was the best you ever had- wait, let me reframe it, it's pretty obvious its Harry, where was it?” she asked. “Oh! Wow, that's difficult! I mean, all over Grimmauld Place I guess! The kitchen, bedrooms, living room, balcony, bathroom. The locker rooms at Quidditch pitches. And… sorry about this, but at Hermione and Ron’s wedding, in the bridesmaids room, after the ceremony, before dinner. Also, maybe in the Great Lake-” I continued but I was interrupted by mum, “Next person!” she laughed a bit and Fleur continued, “Have you ever had sex on a broomstick?” she said with a little contemplation. “Well, we tried- but it didn’t really work, we kinda tumbled to the ground and finished there, but yeah, no.” I replied. “When you were living at the Burrow, how often would you sneak into the boys room, when I had asked you not to?” mum asked. Shit. “Well…” I cleared my throat, “every night?” I said with a slight shiver and continued, “Harry would switch places with Hermione to sleep with me and at one point all of our belongings were shifted and we didn’t go to the other couples’ room.” I finished. Mum looked at me with those eyes that scared the crap out of me. Her expression softened, “oh well!” she rolled her eyes. “What is the longest you and Harry have lasted while having sex?” Hannah asked. “This is an interesting one, basically we had this bet of who could last longer and I came first after we had sex for like 2 hours. No big deal.” I shrugged as I finally took another shot of firewhiskey. “Wow!” Hannah sighed. “I’m gonna regret asking this, but how many times have you had sex in last night and this morning?” Hermione said, twiddling with her fingers. “Fuck. Do I have to answer that, you are probably going to think I’m insane…” I said insecurely. “Yeah, actually…” Angelina said softly. “Ugh. fine. No one judges me. Like six times- only because I wasn’t going to spend the night with him, so we had decided that we could do it like an extra time at night, and, and, we kinda got carried away, so we did like 3 extra times. Then in the morning, Harry had woken up late and I was in the shower, washing my hair, when he came in to brush his teeth, he saw me and got in, and it kinda just- happened. Then again, we had finished breakfast and Harry was saying that he would miss me, that he couldn’t sleep without me and I was saying it too, somehow it really turned on the both of us, so then, it's pretty obvious Harry would be late for work.” I finished, realising I had said too much. “Wow. I bet you and Harry can’t go till your wedding without having sex!” Hermione spoke up. “Of course we can!” I said loudly, but somewhere, even I knew we couldn’t, but what was wrong with a little friendly argument. “There is no way you could Ginny.” Angelina chimed in. “How can you say that?!” I said as I stood up. “Because you and Harry are like bloody rabbits! We’ve seen you at the Burrow, you cannot be kept apart from one another! Hell, you had sex like 4 extra times because you wouldn’t spend one night togehther!” Hermione said again. “That’s- different!” I said unsurely. “Okay, then prove it

Ginny!” mum said, “You can’t have sex till your wedding night, six days.” she grinned as she finished. “FINE!” I said as I took the bottle of firewhiskey and went to my bedroom. I would be sharing my room with Hermione, Angelina would be with Fleur in Bill’s room, mum would be alone, in her own room, and Luna would be with Hannah in Ron’s. I had started drinking from the bottle directly and was really drunk by now. Then realisation came rushing to me, I wouldn’t be able to have sex with Harry for six days, SIX FUCKING DAYS! I’ll probably go insane, and what about Harry’s promise to me, to ‘make it up in the bedroom’. Fuckkk!! Someone needed to kill me, this very instant. While I was mourning on the floor of my bedroom, Hermione walked in. “You are the worst Hermione! Get out!” I screamed. “What’s up?” she asked unknowingly as she came in and opened her hair. “I bet Harry and Ginny can’t go without having sex till their wedding! Meh,meh,meh,meh.” I said mockingly. “Well, I bet you can’t!” she said normally. “You bitch! I know I can’t but what will I say to Harry?! ‘Harry I can’t have sex with you for a week because my bridesmaids are such bitches for betting on my sex life!’' I continued mocking her. “Ginny, it was harmless, you don’t actually have to do it!'' She continued her business and I continued downing shots. “YES, I DO! It is now on my pride Hermione Granger!” I screamed. “Well then, do it I guess?” she said again. “Fine!” I said, pouring another shot. “But what about his promise?!” I muttered to myself but I guess I was louder because Hermione heard. “What promise?” she said as she sat down beside me and took the bottle of firewhiskey from my hand, pouring herself a shot. “Well- uh, in the morning, after we had sex in the kitchen. Ugh wait. Let me tell it to you from the beginning.” I said, sighed and continued, “We were just talking randomly about our bachelorette party tonight. We had just finished breakfast. Harry was standing near the sink of the dining room putting on a shirt, he came out, looking… What's the word, yummy? Properly buttoned up shirt, messy hair and those green fucking eyes… He said something like ‘Bye baby, I’ll miss you.’ and boy was that hot. Then I said that I would- apparate to him if I couldn’t sleep. He said, ‘I probably won’t be able to sleep without you anyway.’ I said I would miss him too, a lot. Then I was chanting into the kitchen that I would miss him. Then he was like how would he sleep without my hand in his hair and the tiny caresses I would do on his bare chest. Fuck, that chest. Mmmmm…” I said getting lost in the imagination of his chest. I was bought back from the world of imagination by a nudge from Hermione’s elbow. “Yeah sorry. So yeah the tiny caresses. He pinned me to the back of the sink and well, then we just had sex there, standing. I’ll skip the details, afterwards, we both got dressed and I said that he was a git for having me so turned on by the tiniest things and he said that it was true, he couldn’t sleep and would be thinking of me. When we were done he made a promise, ‘I’ll make it up to you in the bedroom tomorrow. We’ll go nonstop for hours. I’ll really miss you’ he said something like that and apparated away!” I finished. “Wow, you two have some serious issues. Do you have any idea why he still has that effect on you, you’ve been dating for 4 years, you're about to get married?” Hermione muttered. “I have no fucking idea! But that’s not even the problem! How will I tell him?!” I said. Me and Hermione chatted for a while and went to bed soon enough. I woke up the next morning, hungover as fuck. I had dark circles and my hair was all messy. My breath, yuck. I brushed my teeth and took a bath, went downstairs to find everyone except Hermione (who was in the shower) dressed and having breakfast. The hangover potion lay on the table and I took it and got almost instant relief from the constant throbbing of my head. “Morning guys! I just wanted to inform you that I am taking the bet!” I said proudly. “Great, we bet 100 galleons, together.” Angelina said as

Hermione walked downstairs. “Great!” I said and grabbed a piece of toast and egg. I finished and said. “The party was great! Thanks, I will see you all later.” I said as I apparated to Grimmauld Place.

#hinny wedding #hinny smut #domestic hinny #ginny weasley #ginny is such a badass #molly weasley #hermione granger #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny potter

[bestbakubros]

a/n: hey friends!! this is a special fic for one of my friends @chocoboba​! we are doing a little trade and so i'm writing something special because she’s literally one of the most wonderful people i have ever met! love you loads pj!! Enjoy!! 

Warning: overload cuteness

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Happy Holidays from the Kaminari Family: A First Christmas with Paris, Denki, and Hana

The sun shined through the curtains that snowy Christmas morning, making Paris’ eyes flutter open. In front of her was her messy yellow-haired husband Denki, who was tightly holding her waist to keep them warm. Her hand makes it up to his face, gently stroking his cheek. Denki’s eyes lazily open, a small smile appearing on his face. “Morning Sparks!” “Good Morning and Merry Christmas Denki!!” Paris kisses his head and pulls the covers away from her body. Denki was quick to pull her back into his arms, snuggling his face into her back as a laugh was heard from Paris’ lips. “Kami I have to get Hana!” “No you don’t… Just stay here for a little while longer.” 

As soon as he pulled Paris closer, a cry was heard from the hallway. “I told you!” She removes Denki’s arms from her waist, making her way to their little girl’s room where Hana was laying on her back in the crib. She sees her mom, making little grabby hands towards her. “Aww good morning baby!” She picks the little child up from her crib, taking her back to the master bedroom and placing Hana on Denki’s legs. He sits up, moving Hana to his lap and wraps his arms around her, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Hana!! It’s your first Christmas!! Are you excited?!” Hana gives Denki a confused look as he takes her hands and waves them in the air. In a high pitch voice Kaminari says, “Yes Papa!! I’m so excited it’s Christmas!!!” Paris couldn’t help but smile at his silliness, reminding her of when they were dating in high school. 

“I’m gonna go make breakfast!” “We wanna help Mama!!” Denki gets up from bed with Hana in his arms as he follows close behind Paris down the stairs. Paris grabs ingredients from the fridge as Denki puts Hana in her high chair, pulling her to a spot in the kitchen where the two of them could see her, and starts playing some Christmas music to set the mood. After some time breakfast was finally finished as Paris pulled Hana to the dining table and Denki placed the food down, pulling Paris’ seat back for her and taking a seat in his chair. The family digs into the breakfast Paris had to prepare since Denki almost burnt the house down with the bacon. 

The next activity on the agenda of their first Christmas together was opening presents. Denki excitedly grabs Hana out of her high chair and Paris’ hand as he leads them to the living room. “IM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR GIFTS!!!” Paris let out a laugh, Hana gurgles with joy from her dad’s excited tone as the duo sit on the couch. Paris hugs their child close to her, patiently waiting and watching her husband find the presents for his two girls. “Here you are!!” Denki holds out a small messily wrapped box for Hana and a rather large messily wrapped box for Paris. “Let’s see what Papa gave you Hana!” 

Paris tears the small box,opening it to reveal a tiny Chargebolt outfit. “Baby! This is so cute omg!! Where did you get this??” Denki’s face brightens at Paris’ tone and flashes her a loving smile. “The agency is coming up with new merch and I thought I’d get Hana a little something from the line before it’s released!!” Paris held it up in front of Hana, the little girl reaching out to touch the clothes and put it in her mouth. The couple laughs at their daughter before Denki reaches out to grab her so Paris can open her present. 

“It’s your turn babe!” Paris gives Denki a nervous look before turning towards the box on the floor and ripping the top open first. “Baby what is this hahah?” “Just keep opening it Sparks!” Paris gives her husband another quick glance before tearing the sides, revealing the white box with the particular console she had been wanting forever. She jumps up from the couch in awe of the present below her. “DENKI! NO FRICKING WAY! Y-YOU GOT ME A PS5!!! YESSIR!!” The electric hero beamed a proud smile towards the love of his life. Paris moved into Denki’s arms, hugging him tightly, careful of the giggling baby between them. She released him from her tight grip and danced around the living room, screaming happily. 

After Paris’ excitement calmed down a bit, she went towards the tree to grab her gift for Hana and Denki. “Okay okay! Here are your gifts!!” You give Denki the box for Hana and push the one for him towards the couch. “Hana look! Mama got you something too!!” He tears open the neatly wrapped box, opening it and pulling out the Pikachu plushie. Denki’s eyes light up as he stares at Pikachu. “This is very fitting haha!” Hana reaches out, pulling the plushie towards her and staring at it because of how bright it was. “Your turn Kami!!” Denki tears the wrapping paper off of the box revealing the latest Xbox. “YOOO SPARK PLUG WHAT! AN XBOX!” “We have the same brain baby!” Denki gently puts Hana on the couch before hugging Paris tightly. “Thank you Sparks!!! I love you so so much!!” “Hahah I love you too Kami!!!” Denki short-circuits out of excitement while Paris laughs at him, their little daughter watching her parents happily.

The rest of the Christmas day for the Kaminari family consisted of watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas, lots of yummy food, loads of hilarious pictures, and lots and lots of happiness. By the end of the day their little family was well fed, satisfied, and very happy to have spent their first ever Christmas together.

#chocoboba #a special fic for a special friend #i love you pj!! #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #denki kaminari

[smutfornerds]

Wholeheartedly // Ralph x Reader

A/N: And here’s the fic to end our day with Detective Dibny! Hope you enjoy my lovelies. 💕

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Another kick of your foot sent your chair rolling across the empty Cortex, the back bumping into a table to stop you before you spun and repeated the action all over again. This had been the majority of your last few hours, finding ways to entertain yourself while everyone was out working or tinkering with tech. Your only ‘day job’ was editing Iris’ articles and lately she’d been slow on writing so your days were spent monitoring monitors and organizing medical supplies. This morning there had only been a ping about a child missing in the mall, but a security guard brought him back to his mom before any more help was needed. You’d made a few attempts at contacting the team, Barry and Joe busy at CCPD and Cisco and Caitlin working at the Tanhauser site for the day. Iris and Nora were in the speedlab which only left Sherloque and Ralph unaccounted for. With another blind kick of your chair however you came in contact with a rather squishy foot and Ralph cleared his throat above your shoulder. “Oh! God, sorry!” You rolled yourself back and against the desk again with an apologetic smile. His expression matched in an amused fashion, a laugh breezing past his lips. “Someone’s bored huh?” He quipped as he set his jacket down on the table before turning to lean his slender frame against it. For a split second your eyes fell to his arms, the way he’d rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to expose just enough skin. Before you could even begin to fantasize Sherloque stumbled in with tea in hand.

“Ah, bébé girafe, you have found ton autre moitié!” His words were lost on you but whatever he’d called you made Ralph’s eyes widen. The meta cleared his throat and nodded to his fellow detective hastily. “What’d you want to ask her again, Sherly?” He motioned a hand to you and you couldn’t help but notice how eager he was to change the subject. The older male nodded and swallowed the drink of tea in his mouth as he turned his attention to you. “Where is Dr. Snow today? And when will she be back?” He squinted ever so slightly to punctuate the question and brought the cup back to his lips. Giving a slight shrug you sat back in your chair again. “Staying ten different kinds of cold with Cisco, they’ll be back tomorrow.” He nodded at your response and seemed satisfied with it, enough to return to his fellow detective’s side and smile brightly up at him. “So we wait then, oui?” He gestured his free hand to the room as he placed his tea on the table Ralph kept his weight against. There was a sort of playfulness to Sherloque’s behavior and you couldn’t place where he was going with it, but clearly it was getting to Ralph. His jaw was set and he had a crinkle to his brows that was almost threatening - almost. “Please stay, I’ve been going nuts in here all day.” You blurted to the pair of them. Both men looked to you with a bit of surprise but nodded just the same. Making his way to your side Ralph leaned over your shoulder to glance at the monitors. “Dead as a doornail.” He exclaimed after a few seconds of scanning. A small giggle floated past your lips and forced a grin to grow on his. Sherloque simply slurped his tea from his chair on the side of the room. “That’s what I’m saying!” You responded softly, looking up to see his neck just inches from your face. Suddenly you felt flushed and ripped your eyes away back to the screen, hearing another slow slurp of tea when you cleared your throat. Ralph’s eyes went to Sherloque before he spoke up again. “Anybody hungry? If you you’ve been here all day you probably skipped lunch again huh?” He’d stood fully giving you comfortable space to turn to face him again with a sheepish and telling smile curling at your lips. He simply nodded and pointed a finger gun in yours and Sherloque’s directions. “Chinese or Big Belly Burger?” The question only hung for a split second before both of you answered overtop one another.

“Chinese,”

“Big Bel—“ Sherloque stopped himself hearing you disagree and gave a quick eye roll. “Chinese it is, I wouldn’t expect you to disobey ton amour.” He took a long, purposefully loud drink of his tea and even tipped the cup back to finish it off. The length of the action was more than enough time for you to deduce that he’d called you his love. The way your eyes snapped to Ralph almost made your head hurt, and his were wide and locked on Sherloque - purposefully avoiding yours. “Alrighty then Chinese it is,” he turned on his heels and took a step passed you. Just as you opened your mouth to speak he placed a soft pat to your shoulder and hollered as he kept walking, “Orange chicken and fried rice with wontons, I know.” A small smile graced your face just in time for Sherloque to step in front of you. “Aha, c'est vrai! You and monsieur Dibny oui?” He motioned a hand towards the hall where he’d left and back to you, making your brows shoot up at the assumption. “Wha-What about us..?” You attempted to play coy but his trained eye cut right through you. None the less, he played along just for the sake of the game. “Oh, you two seem very close, almost like how you would say, smitten?” On the final word he tweaked a quizzical brow up at you. Your cheeks burned and you huffed a nervous laugh, shaking your head, but both of you knew better. A low chuckle left the brunette and he took a small step towards you. “Well you two seem to hold much love d'une manière ou d'une autre.” He paused until he noticed your confused expression, scoffing and gesturing lazily. “Ah, one way or another. Whether that be simply caring for each other, or.. more.” He shrugged giving a playfully innocent expression. “Not for me to figure out, non, is for you and him.” He held his hands up in defeat just as you heard Iris and Nora entering.

The tint to your face wasn’t lost on them and Nora pursed her lips to the side in thought. “What’s got you all flustered?” She teased with a jab of her elbow to your shoulder. Giving a nervous laugh you shook your head, attempting to shake away the troublesome thoughts Sherloque had woven into your mind. “I-I’m just hungry, I haven’t eaten today and I stood up too fast.” Quickly realizing your position you cleared your throat. “So I sat back down. That’s when you guys came in.” A weak smile was enough to convince them to drop it, and you fought heaving a sigh of relief when they started discussing the run times Nora had gotten while they trained. After a few more minutes your mind had completely wandered. The late night cram sessions over cases, or the even later wine and movie nights, how he’d memorized and brought you your favorite drinks and meals without even being asked, every little thing that had made you so happy and comfortable with Ralph was playing like a movie behind your eyes. Mindlessly you began tapping your pen against the metal table. The more you thought about how he truly made you feel the louder the tapping became until Iris slammed her hand down on it pinning it to the table. You jolted your gaze up to see her nostrils flaring but a forced smile on her other features. “I’m sorry, but you weren’t paying attention and I’d asked you to stop like eight times—“ Just that moment, Joe and Barry strode into the room with Ralph between them. Each held their respective bag of food and a proud grin.

Barry made his way to Iris handing her takeout, immediately softening her mood and making her forget all about your pen. Joe handed a styrofoam box to his granddaughter and Ralph triumphantly held yours out to you. “I even managed to get you extra soy sauce.” He beamed, bringing another soft giggle from your lips. “A true miracle worker. Thanks,” you took the food from him and your fingers barely brushed but it lit your face up like a Christmas tree with the thoughts still prominent in your brain. As if he had a radar for it, Sherloque took a slow stride back into the room, sipping a Big Belly shake he’d procured on his own time. You turned sharply to set your plate down praying that with the added company, the doppelgänger detective would drop the conversation he’d trapped you in before. Much to your dismay however it was practically the opposite. “Ah, bébé girafe! Help me, voudriez-vous? Our sweet pêche does not believe me,” hearing him comment on the color of your blouse caught your attention, along with the room’s, which was now split between eyeing the three of you back and forth. Without missing a beat Sherloque continued with a step in front of Ralph. “I try to tell her she is ton autre moitié, the smitten, she says no!” He now commands the room with his voice and breaks his eye contact with Ralph to rope Joe and Nora in. “Can you believe it? She doesn’t see—“ he pauses to point to you. “That she is the object of his affections.” He delivers the last line and Iris’ jaw drops, and Barry nearly drops his noodles.

It’s piercingly silent for a moment as you focus all your energy on shoveling one tiny pea in your takeout to the other side of the box, desperately avoiding any eye contact. From next to you Ralph clears his throat, gripping your wrist to pull you to stand only to drag you from the uncomfortable situation, food in hand. “Where are we-“ Before you can finish he’s opened a breach with the extrapolator, tugging your through it. Your feet land firmly in ankle high grass, and the smell of fresh greenery and nature hits your nose. Taking in your surroundings you see a small sign that reads Keystone Lake Recreational Park. “Let’s eat yeah?” He blurts finally, and you notice he’s set out your plates on the picnic table. The absence of noise calms all the previous anxiety you were saddled with and you happily settled in across from him to continue your meal. A few minutes passed of you both simply eating, catching him glance at you from your peripheral and him the same. After swallowing your last bite of chicken you sighed, pushing the remaining food a few inches from you. “Can we talk about this whole.. smitten thing?” Hearing the word leave you made his shoulders tense for a brief moment, and he brought a napkin to his face to wipe at the bit of sauce on his lip before answering. “Sure..” he paused to clear his throat and shifted in his spot to better face you.

“I might’ve.. told Sherly I have uh, have feelings for you.” You watched his eyes fall to his hands as he let out a nervous chuckle. “More like I told him how amazing and gorgeous you are, and how smart and welcoming and caring and just so perfect you are for me.” Bringing his gaze back to you he felt a bit of confidence surge when he saw your flushed cheeks and giddy smile. “And he seems to think you feel the same way..” In his true goofball fashion he quirked a brow up at you to bring that adorable little giggle out of you again. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear you stuttered over your response. “I-Oh, well uh, I just might..” Now was your turn to stare at your fidgeting fingers. In one swift curl around the table he was next to you, his finger beneath your chin to tilt your head back up. “Might?” He teased with his nose nuzzling yours, half smirking when the air left your lungs at the close contact. Without giving a verbal response you eliminated the space between your lips in a kiss that proved just how much you felt for him. Your hand gripped his shirt collar to bring his body close to yours and he audibly sighed at your enthusiasm. Just for a second he broke from you to click the extrapolator again, and you both hurried to clean your lunch mess and rush through the portal. You found yourself in his apartment, the same place you’d crashed on countless wine drunk movie nights. He always gave up his bed for you, refusing to sleep beside you. He never told you it was because he’d wake up with a boner if he woke up next to you, and little did he know you wouldn’t have minded.

Once your feet hit the floor your hands were back on his shirt, this time however working to unbutton and remove it. “You don’t waste any time do you?” He mumbled while his hands tugged at your skirt. Simply shaking your head you pulled him by the back of the neck to crash your lips back together. He welcomed the action, pulling your skirt over your hips to drop to the floor. As soon as it did he backed you against the wall, deepening the kiss with his tongue snaking between your lips. A small whine escaped at the parting of them and he reveled in the noise. Ralph’s hands found your hips and his thumbs rubbed delicately against your skin. Just as one of your hands wound into his hair, he moved the opposite of his own hands to your middle, pressing a finger to your still clothed slit. The heat radiating told him you were already wet for him and he groaned against your lips at the very thought. He began rubbing gently over your panties but you whined at the teasing, and he never could hold back on giving you what you wanted. Quickly his fingers slipped the fabric aside and met your wetness, both of you sighing at the feeling as he began slicking your folds. Breaking from you he moved to place his lips to your jawline, slowly trailing kiss after kiss down until he was to your neck. His fingers grazed your clit and caused you to gasp a bit, and he simply hummed against your skin with the final kiss beneath your ear. “I love you..” he murmured, as you felt all kinds of warmth flood through your senses. One hand in his hair trailed down to give his shoulder a squeeze to gain his attention, and you waited until your eyes met his to respond. “I love you too.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, finishing the sentence with another slow peck to his lips.

The words he’d waited weeks to hear melted him and he began rubbing his finger across your clit in slow and lazy circles. A breathy moan parted your lips from his at the unexpected feeling and Ralph couldn’t help but smirk. Targeting the sensitive bundle of nerves he pressed firmer more precise circles to it, groaning at the way your legs began to twitch and shake against his hand. “Fuck you’re even more beautiful like this..” His stare was glued to your knitted brows and tightly screwed shut eyes, your gaping mouth, and the moans spilling from it invaded his ears and fueled him to keep going. His unoccupied hand moved to his own waist where he hastily discarded his trousers and lowered his briefs to where they could fall as well. A relieved and shaky sigh rattled out of his lungs feeling the crisp air hit his erection, and he moved to line himself up with your dripping self. Just the tease of his tip grazing your entrance had you whining out for more, nodding vigorously to spur him on. Seeing you so desperately wanting him burned up the last shred of patience Ralph had left and he pushed himself slowly into you. The tightness slicked around his length made him let out a hiss, hand flying up to the wall behind you to brace himself. Keeping one planted to the ground you moved a leg to snake around his waist and pull him to enter you to the hilt, a guttural kind of groan forcing its way from his lungs at the feeling.

Taking a few breaths to steady himself Ralph turned to whisper directly to your ear. “Jump, Princess.” The little nickname sparked you into action and you happily obliged, kicking your other leg up and around him and locking them in place. All the while he stayed inside you, feeling your walls clench around him as you moved. “Such a good girl..” he breathed, beginning to set a forceful but slow pace with his hips. A string of mewls and whimpers hit his ears and he growled as his thrusts deepened, hitting angles you didn’t even know could be reached. It hit you that he was using his upper hand, his abilities to stretch and fill you, and you were far from complaining. On one particularly hard thrust he stopped, watching your face contort as he curved himself inside you to hit your every pleasure point. His fingers moved to allow his thumb to take over, the pad of it flicking expertly against your clit and eliciting sinfully sharp moans to fill his living room. A deep grunt reverberated from his chest against your own and his thrusts became more erratic, each one curving into you and tightening your core muscles. Soon you were completely curled into his chest, your body shaking and writhing at the pleasure he was sending through you. His labored breathing only quickened just as his fingers did, relentlessly trying to get you off before or as he did. Ralph held tightly to your thigh, ramming himself into you one final time before pulling out, pressing his length to your leg to spill against you. Even as his body rocked with euphoria he kept his assault to your clit going until you let out a strained scream, hips jerked violently against his hand as the waves of your orgasm rolled over you.

The pair of you stood - rather, he held your weak self pinned to the wall - panting for air. Without a single word Ralph nuzzled into your neck to leave love bites and little kisses against your glistening skin. You brought a hand up to lazily rub up and down his toned upper arm, getting the meta to hum against your skin before reconnecting his lips to yours. “I’m so,” A quick peck. “Stupidly, absolutely,” And another kiss. “In love with you.” This time a long, slow and meaningful kiss, his hand finding your cheek to cradle gently. He inhaled deeply, as if he was taking in this very moment and breathing you in. Once he relinquished your lips your cracked a bright smile. “I’ve been falling in love with you since the moment I met you.” You admitted, but any ounce of nerves or fear of it was long gone. Those strong feelings of love were so much more than just caring for a friend, you were unmistakably head over heels for the goofy-grin wielding man before you. He stole a final kiss before setting you down on his couch, tossing you your crumpled up bottoms and jacket from the floor. You pulled your panties on lazily, throwing the skirt across the room to land next to his laundry hamper. A genuine sigh fell from him seeing you in nothing but your blouse and undergarments, and he held a finger up in protest. “Okay, I see your post sex outfit but I raise you one boyfriend’s comfy shirt.” He nonchalantly threw the word in as he just as carelessly and playfully tossed his previously discarded shirt into your lap, he himself grabbing a pair of lounge pants from the back of his couch. Giggling at his antics and lack of subtlety you stripped out of your blouse and bra, smirking when you saw his eyes taking in your figure before you slipped into his dark blue button up. Clearing his throat he settled close to your side on the couch. “You like it?” His voice was as soft as the touch he brought to rest on your thigh. A coy smile tugged across your face and you nodded. “Very much, definitely feels like it’s made of boyfriend material.” Placing your hand over his he glanced down to the contact before meeting your eyes again with a bright and cheesy glow on his features. “Just like me, Princess.” On the last syllable his lips met yours and you hummed appreciatively against them.

The moment he began to deepen the kiss your phone rang beside you on the coffee table with Iris’ familiar caller ID facing you. “I should take it..” He groaned but nodded, handing the device to you and letting you answer. “Hello? Hey, yeah no we’re fine just.. needed to get awa-ayyye—“ Ralph had attached his lips to the exposed areas of your chest and collar bone, chuckling lowly at the response he got from you. Iris babbled about how everyone was so worried and how a simple text would’ve been nice, and you mumbled a weak “Mmhmm..” Just as Ralph nipped at your skin. Your mouth fell open and to combat a moan you rushed the words in response to your friend. “Ah—Alright sorry won’t happen again see you tomorrow!” With a hast you hung up and clattered your phone to the table before practically pouncing into Ralph’s lap to attack his neck with your own little bites and affectionate pecks. He let his own sounds of pleasure trickle from him and you smirked against his skin, pulling back proudly staring at the faint hickey you’d left above his collarbone. His strong hands rubbed up your thighs and around you your behind, giving a playful squeeze that made you squeal, and him chuckle. “So.. wine and movie night?” He prompted and your face lit up, nodding. Your mind drifted to all the times you’d wished the evenings ended in him railing you out, and the fact that this one most definitely would had you excited in more ways than one. Your hands rubbed slowly down his chest and you nibbled the corner of your lip before speaking. “You know, wine’s always made me horny..” The words sunk into his brain and he let his head fall back against the couch. “ALL those wasted nights with blue balls?!” He exclaimed and you couldn’t control the bellyaching laughter that had you doubling over into his chest. He sighed dramatically while running his warm touch up your back. “Sounds like I have a lot to make up for..” he mumbled against your hair, and you giggled sweetly peeking up at him just long enough for him to peck your nose. He carefully shifted you to the couch as he moved to pick a movie from his shelf of tons. “Comedy or thriller?” He asked softly. “Thriller, any and all reason to get riled up.” You teased again, and it took a moment before his shoulder slumped and he whipped around with a defeated pout. “So when we watched all the Paranormal Activity movies and you jumped into my lap?” Your smirk was enough to make him whine. “Was the ballsiest move I could make and you still tucked me into bed with no more than a hug goodnight.” Shrugging you leaned back, and he sighed dramatically. “Yep, lots of moments to make up for.” He turned again to browse his movies, leaving your mind to wander a minute before you couldn’t keep it in. “What was Sherloque calling me earlier?” You blurted and watched Ralph’s ears turn pink and could only imagine his face matched though he kept his back to you. “Oh uh, ha..” he scratched the back of his neck as he half turned to catch your eye. “My other half.” He admitted and it was your turn to turn the shade of a rose. No wonder he’d gotten so flustered over it earlier. “Hmm.. sounds about right huh?” The question made the male’s heart flutter in his chest and he simply nodded with a longing gloss to his eyes as he stared down at you. “Sounds exactly right.”

#THIS IS SOME CUTE SHIT #ralph dibny #ralph dibny x reader #ralph dibny smut #the flash smut #the flash #the flash fanfiction

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Alright, 31

Boy howdy it’s my first fic ever and there’s no way I’m putting my name to it so we’re on a burner blog baby!

Freddie Andersen x reader, a little fluffy, pretty smutty, basically my dream scenario (-:

Word count: 2205 woah

He’d been at work all day and you couldn’t wait until he got to your place. Both of you had decided to spend the holidays with your individual families this year since last year was your first Christmas away from the parents and just three months of dating seemed a little quick for him to meet them. Freddie got back to the city a couple days ago to get back into the swing of practices and press conferences before the Leafs’ special afternoon next gen game scheduled for today. You spent the extra couple days relaxing at your family cottage and overthinking every second of your reunion. It had only been a few weeks apart at this point, but coming back to an entire evening of Fred instead of just an hour after a late game? That thought made every minute feel like an eternity. Why couldn’t all NHL games be matinees?

You looked at the clock. He said he’d be at yours before 6:00 which gave you about two hours to prep dinner, freshen up, and try your hardest to slow your racing thoughts and heart.

After getting your anxiety out by spending too much time chopping vegetables and chicken and grating cheese, you figured you’d wait for Freddie to get home to cook it all. Besides, there was a slim chance that eating would be the first thing the two of you did when that giant goalie walked through the front door... You were still a virgin at this point, but enough flirty texts and real conversation led you to believe that tonight would be the night.

With less than half an hour of alone time left, you brushed your teeth, washed your face, checked yourself out over and over again, and put on one of your favourite Christmas gifts. You and your family aren’t ones for expensive clothing, but this year your mom splurged. And for good reason! It was about time that you got your first official NHL Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. You were dating a pretty big part of the team after all. 

You threw jersey #23 on over your cutest bralette and immediately grinned the cheekiest grin you’d ever had. Your mom made the right choice with Dermott. He had the best name and number combination and was one of your favourite players to watch. Plus, the thought of Freddie getting jealous of you having someone else’s last name on your back was turning you on already. 

Suddenly, you heard a knock. You ran to the front hall to greet your new boyfriend and swung the door open so fast it shocked you both. “Hi,” you squealed. 

Freddie pulled you into his arms midway through your greeting. “Hey,” he cooed. “Love the sweater.” He used his mass to push the two of you inside and closed the door.

You smiled into his chest, absorbing the heat and enjoying the smell of musk and day old cologne, but mostly thinking about how he only noticed the classic logo and probably wouldn’t love the sweater upon further inspection. Neither of you were planning on letting go until Freddie looked up and saw a giant 23 on your back reflected in the hallway mirror. 

“Woah! Hold on! Y/N... This doesn’t look like a 31 to me.” He turned you around to look in the mirror and lowered his eyes.

“Well I’m glad you can read numbers,” you said, smirking even more than before. You stepped away and headed to the kitchen, leaving Freddie to stand in the hall and watch that number sway with you while you walked. “We’re having fajitas!”

He took off his coat and shoes and dropped all his stuff before stomping over to where you were. You scanned his body up and down as he approached, his muscles taught from a long day and eyebrows furrowed from your immediate sass upon his arrival. Your heart rate increased with the endless possibilities of how this evening was about to transpire running through your head. 

“Why Travis?” Freddie grabbed the hem of your jersey and played with the soft material. 

“Well I figured Auston’s was too basic -”

You felt a warm set of lips on yours, cutting you off mid sentence. He slowly pulled away, teeth clutched to your bottom lip. Something about this was almost too careful. Where was the fierceness you expected from your easily riled up hockey boy?

“And 23 is a way better number than 31,” you finished.

Freddie’s hands brushed against your sides and pulled the jersey off your body with so much force that you heard a seam rip. There it is! Your eyes shot to the pile of blue and white on the kitchen floor. “Don’t worry about it,” Freddie said, breathing deeply. “I could probably get you one of those from Travis’ laundry anyway.” That last bit was obviously meant to be sarcastic, so your little bounce and “Would you please!” response sent your boyfriend over the edge.

Before you knew it, you were hanging over his shoulders being carried to your bedroom. 

“I love the view from here!” Humour was always your go to in nerve-wracking situations and your flushed face was mere inches from Freddie’s ass. All you really wanted to do was grab it, so you brought your hand up. But before it could make any contact, you were being thrown onto your queen size bed. 

“Two and a half weeks apart and this is what I have to put up with after a dumb loss?” Freddie crawled over you, never breaking eye contact. 

“Fred, I-”

You were cut off again, not by lips, but by some strong fingers snapping the waistband on your leggings. 

“Ow!” You blinked and just looked up at his fiery eyes. He kissed you hard, keeping his hands on your waist and gently pressing his body into you. He let you explore his mouth for just a second before pushing himself up and off you.

The man rolled off the side of the bed and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. All you could do was stare blankly at the shirtless Adonis now standing in front of you. 

“Please come kiss me again,” you said sheepishly. Your hands roamed his chest as Freddie crawled back up to lie beside you. Your next kiss was slow and deliberate. You scratched at his beard and he caressed your back. You felt down the curve in his side and he toyed with your bra straps. Almost in sync, you tugged on his belt buckle and he snapped the clasp of your bra open, revealing your sensitive nipples to the open air. He smiled into your lips, taking one breast into his hand, massaging it and rubbing circles into your nipple and made you gasp.

He took the opportunity to separate your mouths and stand back up. “You’re unbelievable, Y/N. You’re so beautiful and kind... And nefarious. For someone who claims to be clueless about romance and sex, god you know how to get me going.” He monologued and slowly took off his pants. Your eyes stayed locked on the soft briefs hugging your boyfriend’s butt as he walked around the room.

He kneeled over your hips and started peppering kisses across your neck and chest. Your breaths got heavier and you let out a moan. “I missed you. You’re so hot,” you panted as your fingers ran through his hair. You felt teeth grab one of your hardened nubs and had to hold back a scream. 

Freddie travelled further down your torso until reaching the waistband of your leggings, still clinging to your sweating body. He looked up and raised an eyebrow, asking for permission. You nodded. His calloused, yet soft, fingers hooked into your leggings and panties and peeled them both off. The friction of his hands gliding down your legs was enough to make you throw your head back with pleasure. 

“Oh babe, you’re soaked already.” With one swift motion, his hands were on your hips, his shoulders between your thighs, and his tongue ran all the way up through the lips of your pussy, tasting the wetness. You shivered and moaned louder than you thought possible with this new sensation breaking down your walls. His tongue continued to work away at your core, playing with your clit and dipping in and out of your hole.

You were seeing stars at this point, body writhing underneath your giant lover. Your arms had been frozen in place above your head and it took every ounce of energy to finally say, “Fred, please, I think I’m close.”

He backed away and placed chaste kisses on your stomach and thighs as your breathing calmed ever so slightly. He stood up at the end of the bed and removed the fabric that had been concealing his hard and already dripping cock. 

You gasped. With all of your overthinking and day dreams of this moment, nothing had prepared you for how big and ready your boyfriend’s member would be. 

“Are you okay? We can stop if you’re not ready,” Freddie said with a look that could only be described as loving. 

You nodded. “Yes... You’re... I’m... Perfect.” You paused, still staring into his wild eyes. “I just didn’t know I’d like this view so much.” You looked down at his crotch and licked your lips. Your body jumped up before your brain could decide what it was doing. You moved towards the man and gently grabbed the shaft of his dick, Freddie’s breath catching in the back of his throat. 

You slowly pumped your hand and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before a big set of hands pushed you back on the bed. “There’s no way I’m going to last with your pretty mouth around me,” he said matter-of-factly. The Dane hovered over you again, being sure not to make your groins touch while the two of you kissed passionately. Only a couple minutes had passed before he was out of breath again and asked, “are you ready?”

You held his shoulders for dear life and whispered, “yes.”

Freddie reached for the condom he had placed on your nightstand without you realising. He tore it open, slid it on, and kissed you again. Suddenly, there were thighs in between yours and fingers pushed into your vagina, curling into your g-spot and stretching your entrance. Freddie lowered his body onto yours and the contact made you arch your back. You had never been closer to your boyfriend, or more comfortable, until seconds later when he pushed his hard cock into your centre. 

You threw your head back and moaned, “oh my god!”

“You like the feeling of having me inside you? I bet you do... Especially after how hard you tried to make me jealous.” Freddie whispered filth into your ear about everything he’d always wanted to do to you and how you were his and no one else’s. He lifted your legs to straddle his lower back and moved in and out of you with so much strength, you thought you might break. You bit into his stiff shoulder muscle to hold back your squeals and moans and he reached around to slap your ass.

That finally brought you to the top. “Baby, I’m gonna cum! Please, fuck me harder!”

You heard a stifled laugh and felt your boyfriend pull out of you almost completely before slamming into you so hard that you screamed. An orgasm took over your body instantly, your head pushing back  against the pillow and every part of you tingling. Seconds later, Freddie released inside you and let out a high pitch moan that made you burst into laughter. He pulled out, got up, and tossed the condom into the trash while you caught your breath and sat up on the bed. 

The smiles you exchanged were the sweetest either of you had ever seen. He came over to the bed where you were still giggling and wiped a tear from under your eye.

“Oh... I didn’t even know I was crying,” you said hoarsely, “that was amazing. You’re amazing.” You held his face and kissed his soft, puffy lips. 

He broke away for a moment and said, “so, fajitas?” You chuckled and started getting up off the bed. “I love you Y/N.”

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “I love you too, Frederik.”

You turned to head over to your closet and throw on something cozy. “Wait!” Freddie had left the room to grab sweats from his bag and came back with something big and blue. “Wear this,” he said with a smirk.

It was his jersey. It smelled like your beautiful boyfriend after having been stuck in a gym bag with the rest of his clothes and it was so huge on you that you definitely didn’t need to wear pants. But that would just make things easier for after dinner anyway. 

You did a twirl in the giant sweater and looked in the mirror as Freddie came up and hugged you from behind. “Alright, 31 is an okay number,” you teased.

“As long as your back says Andersen, you can wear whatever number you want, love.”

#nhl imagines #hockey imagines #frederik andersen #frederik andersen smut #freddie andersen #travis dermott #toronto maple leafs imagine #first fic and proud of it #hockey fanfic #Frederik Andersen fanfic

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Six-Inch Kickers *A Steve Rogers multishot*

****Okay, so here is a little fun for what very few readers I have left lol I haven’t written anything in a long time. I know that, I’m sorry.  Here is a little drabble I wrote up but never finished! So...for the fun...I’m posting it. AND I want YOU GUYS to message me with ideas on how it should end.  I will (and I promise I will) finish the fic with the best answer I get! So, be creative, be dirty, be fun, be fluffy, give it your best shot.  Don’t be too brutal, this was written almost 2 years ago lol oh and fair warning, this has some adult language, adult themes and some hints of smut. Not really NSFW, but almost.

Part 1

              The music was a little too loud for my liking, ringing in my ears and making the room vibrate.  I had been in this scene before, only it was nowhere near as glamorous as this.  After deciding to turn my life around I had grown adventurous and applied for a job at Stark Industries which I never thought I would get, or even consider myself. And yet, somehow it happened, and here I was, sitting behind a desk for nine hours a day in the best version of office apparel I could put together, and a loaded 22 concealed at all times. Having the gun of course just made me feel like a badass, I didn’t expect to ever use it, and I hoped I would never need to.  Sometimes after a nine-hour shift there would be these rooftop parties, and it only made sense to go.  Not only did I meet some of the most interesting people, but I was lucky enough to have my own suite in the building, and the music would keep me up anyway so it only made sense to attend these things.  Times weren’t always this fun, after running away from home as a teenager and trying to support myself but failing I had ended up with five roommates in a small apartment, and a job that had me dancing on a pole wearing heels and nothing else.  Now, I had my own cozy king size bed and a breathtaking view of the city. 

              If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was how to pick out a good outfit, and for these parties I had to look as good as I wanted to feel.  I was used to those high heels from back in the day, and although I wasn’t required to wear those six -inch kickers, I usually settled on three or four, or five. I was feeling daring and took the old black strappy ones out, just to show off that I could still walk in them.  A simple purple wrap dress was what I chose to sport, because it looks sophisticated and yet casual, and it’s easy to slip out of if need be.  Was I trying to catch someone’s eye?  Yeah, maybe, but not just anyone, I had my target on lock for one man in particular.  I’m sure many women there were hoping for the same, but lucky for me, we had already been getting close in the past few months.  Although I was worried that we were staring to cross into that dreaded friend-zone.  I’m not an over confident woman, if anything I am the opposite, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try and get what I wanted.  The truth was I was kind of lonely, it was hard for me to let people in, and the man that I was secretly admiring just happened to be in the same boat.  

“I’ll take a cosmo with three cherries, please.” I asked the bartender for my drink of choice while I leaned against the counter.  I looked around the room a bit as I waited, hoping to see the familiar face I had been looking forward to seeing, but when I was out of luck I turned my attention to my drink and it was set in front of me.  I took a few sips, minding my own business, when I heard his voice from behind me.

“Hey there,” Captain Steve Rogers’ voice broke my concentration, and I smiled before looking to my right to see him strolling up.  He casually rested his arm against the bar and leaned in with a breathtaking smile.  His teeth were so perfect, and his smile was like sunshine.  Yes, when it came to Captain America I was like a little school girl with a silly, knee knocking crush.  Well, except for the adult voice in my brain constantly reminding me how badly I wanted to rip his shirt off and ride him ten different ways to Christmas.

“Captain Rogers,” I addressed him with a sly smirk while lifting my drink to my lips.

“Emma, I keep telling you to call me Steve.” He chuckled, and I noticed his eyes falling directly onto my cherry colors lips.  

“Sorry,” I apologized after taking a satisfying sip, “Keeps slipping my mind.”

“Look at you all dolled up.” He made what sounded like a compliment and I felt my cheeks starting to go rosy.  

“Well, you know, can’t show up to these things in my pajamas.” I joked, and then he cut a playfully suspicious eye at me.

“Did you get taller?” he asked with a smirk. I bent my knee and lifted my foot to show him my fancy high heels.  “Ah, that explains it.” He smiled at me once he brought his gaze back to my face.  I had to convince myself that he was looking at my scandalous shoes, not my ass. “Do you enjoy coming to these things?”

“I do,” I sighed a bit, “But it felt like a good night to curl up and watch a good movie.” I admitted.

“So what’s stopping you?” he asked me innocently.

“The noise,” I shrugged, “But I also just felt like interacting a bit.  It can get a bit lonely sitting behind that desk all day.”

“What kind of movies do you like?” he went back to the previous topic.

“All kinds I guess, lately I’m really into the classics, like Casablanca, To Kill A Mockingbird. I just got A Star is Born.”

“Really?  I’ve been trying to catch up on my movies but there still is one I haven’t seen.”

“What’s that?” I was genuinely curious to know.

“Pretty Woman.” He admitted, and I dropped my jaw in shock and he laughed, “Yeah I know, it’s crazy.”

“Well I have it in my collection if you would like to come over some time.” I said without even really thinking, and then it hit me, just how that sounded.  

He had been over to my place once before, but he didn’t stay long.  He had offered to carry a package up to my room for me, and I gave him a glass of water after just to be courteous.  That was about it.  We had bumped into each other on a few occasions while out and about, we ended up having lunch together a week ago when he just happened to be sitting behind me at a local diner.  And then there was that one time he changed my tire while I was stuck at work, and I thanked him with a cup of coffee.  That was about it.  Him being a gentleman, just as one would expect from him, and me repaying him with beverages.  The thought of it all made me realize what a loser I was.  But it’s not like you buy a guy flowers, right?

“Sure, that would be fun.” His eyes lit up at the idea, and it made me smile.  

“Just let me know when.” I told him as I took another sip of my drink.

“Well…do you want to get out of here?” he asked me innocently, and I almost choked on my drink. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so fast.

“Oh,” I had to think of something to say, “Yeah…yeah I guess we could go watch it now.” He must have noticed me hesitating.

“Or we could do it another time.”

“No, no, it’s cool.  I just wasn’t expecting that, but why not?”

“You said it felt like a good night for a movie so I just thought…” he sort of trailed off, maybe realizing it was a bit direct.  I smiled again and chuckled, he was cute when he got flustered.  Typical Steve, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.  

“Yeah, sounds good.” I finished my drink in three swigs, trying to steady my nerves and summon the courage. “But just, give me one minute,” I said as I held up one finger. He nodded and walked away from the bar in the direction of the door.  I leaned over the counter and demanded some more liquid courage, knowing I needed it.  “A double for the road.” I spoke with urgency to the bartender.  He chuckled as he poured me two shots worth of premium vodka in a small glass, and I grabbed it and tossed it back without a second thought. I grimaced as it burned my throat and set the glass down with a clank on the wooden counter.  “Charge it to Mr. Stark’s tab, will ya’?” the bartended chuckled again but nodded.  I knew Tony wouldn’t mind; he had the money after all.  I made my way to the door, still swallowing the burning in my throat, and eventually saw my movie partner at the door.

“Ready to go?” he asked me as he offered his elbow, such a gentleman.  I grinned and slipped my hand onto his strong arm.

“You bet.” I sounded too eager.  We walked away from the booming party, but the sound of my heartbeat booming in my ears still had me shook.

              We took the elevator down a couple floors and with our arms still linked I led him out of the elevator and towards my suite.  We were quiet the entire way, not a word to exchange, which made me wonder if he was slightly nervous about coming back to my place.  I couldn’t imagine that being the actual case, instead I figured he was simply not into the whole party scene, he was a more laid back, old fashioned kind of guy. He liked things quiet, simple, neat and in their place… oh crap.  It had conveniently slipped my mind that my room wasn’t in its nicest state, maybe not even nearly ready for company, especially the company of a highly attractive god-like gentlemanly beefcake.  I darted to the door and stuck my key in the lock but excused myself.

“Just give me a quick moment to, uh…tidy up.  I wasn’t expecting company.” I blushed a bit as I tried to explain myself.  He gave me a warm smile.  

“I’m sure it’s fine.” He offered, but it wasn’t enough to convince me.

“No, no, no…just a moment. Just sixty seconds, I swear.  Count to sixty and I’ll be back out.” I spoke in a rather frantic manner.

“You want me to count to sixty?” he chuckled.

“Yeah!” I opened the door, cracked it just enough to slip inside and then closed the door behind myself so tightly I almost closed my dress in there.  How embarrassing.  

              In a fury I dashed around the apartment, I threw all of my dirty dishes into a heap in the dishwasher, not bothering to place things in there the correct way, then I ran into my bathroom and grabbed all of my dirty clothes off of the floor, bunching them in my arms as I scrambled to the next clothing item on the floor.  By the time I had picked up all of my scattered clothes, my arms were full, and I hastily tossed them all in a basket that I hid in my closet.  My sixty seconds were probably close to being up, so I had to keep moving fast.  In a panic, I threw my covers back into place on my bed, placed the pillows back nicely on the couch and lit a scented candle just to be safe.  I did a quick spin around my apartment, looking for anything I might have missed. No socks, underwear, bras or any other items of clothing on the floor.  No messy dishes out.  Candle lit. Bathroom clean, enough.  No shoes laying around.  Everything was good.  I raced back to the door and flung it open, seeing Steve standing there with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

“I counted eighty-nine seconds,” he teased me.

“Well, better late than never.” I spoke, slightly out of breath, but I was feeling thankful that I had avoided embarrassing myself with my messy way of living, “Please, come in.” I stepped aside and let him walk through.  He entered, slowly, while looking around my place casually.  

“It’s nice.” He stated. I closed the door behind him and relocked it, just out of habit.  

“It suits me fine.” I replied, trying to make small talk.  I saw him about to kick off his shoes, “Oh, you can keep your clothes on.” I immediately went hot from head to toe at my Freudian slip, “I mean shoes!” I tried to quickly correct myself, but I knew he had heard me.  He turned and looked with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh, good.  I didn’t think taking your clothes off was required.”

“No!” and I laughed, entirely too loud.  I was mentally kicking myself, trying to keep it together. “No, just shoes, but you can leave those on.” I was mortified.  He was turning me into a prattling school girl, when I used to be super smooth. “You can take a seat on the couch.” I motioned over to my plush sofa, just wanting to sit next to him and get the movie rolling to avoid more embarrassment.  He obliged, getting comfortable on one end of the sofa while I found the movie and put the disc in the player.  Without meaning to, I stayed bent over instead of kneeling, and it wasn’t until I stood up that I realized how inappropriate that must have been.  Damn that booze.  At the same time, I knew my dress covered what it had to…barely.  Upon turning around. I saw his eyes quickly dart away. Could it have been that he was looking? Well, I certainly gave him something to look at, that’s for sure.  My ass was my greatest asset back in the day when I used to dance for dollar bills.  But there was no way the modest Captain Rogers was checking out my ass.  “Okay, movie’s in.” I tried to ignore what I had just caught and I took a seat on the other end of the couch, practically a mile away from him.  

“Okay,” he let me know he was ready for the movie to start.  

“Oh, would you like some popcorn?” the thought suddenly occurred to me.

“I don’t want to be any trouble.” He offered.

“No trouble at all. If you don’t want some, I’ll just eat it myself.” I shrugged as I stood back up.  

“Well, it does sound nice.” He admitted.  I had some microwave popcorn hiding somewhere, and after finally finding it in a cabinet, I threw it in the microwave and then rummaged around for something to drink. What would he like?  

“Hey, how does a beer sound?” I offered him beer, since my wine was likely stale.  He had to like beer, right?

“A beer sounds great.” He called back out to me.  I popped the top off two bottles of beers, grabbed a bowl, waited for the popcorn to finish popping before pouring it into the bowl, and then headed back to the couch with everything in hand.  I sat back down and set the two beers and popcorn on the coffee table in front of us.  The movie had already started playing, I missed the first could minutes but I was fine with that. Afterall, I had seen the movie before, this was more about spending time with a certain someone.

              I had just leaned back and got comfortable on the far end of the sofa, leaning against a pillow, when I noticed Steve squirm a bit.  He twisted one way, and then another.  He leaned forward, and then way back, and I was wondering what was going on.  He seemed uncomfortable.  Just as I was about to ask him what was wrong, he sat forward again and turned halfway towards me.  “Feels like there’s something in the couch.” He mentioned to me.  I had to quickly think, I didn’t hide anything back there in my mad dash to clean up, did I? He reached his hand down behind the decorate pillow and into the couch cushion and pulled out something.  It was pink, long, had a ball at the end of it…oh God.

The man was sitting there with my massager in his hand.  

Of all the things to ruin the evening, nothing could have been worse than that.  My mouth went agape and my face flushed a hot, deep red. In the most awkward fashion, to match my embarrassment, he quickly set it down on the couch in between us.  He had to have known what it was.  I saw his cheeks turn a bright pink and he tried to casually wipe his hand down his denim covered leg.  I wanted to sink back into that couch until it swallowed me whole so I could disappear. How could I have forgotten that I put it there the last time I used it?  Why did he have to sit at that end of the couch?  Without a coherent brain cell left in my skull, I uttered the only words that came to mind.

“Oh shit…” and then a pathetic scramble to cover my ass, “That’s not mine.”

#steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #chris evans

[findtheloveofmylife]

Something Stupid (III)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x OC (Lily Hathaway)

Summary: He was not the type to pine or whatever you wanted to call it. It usually was the opposite, they pined for him, they wanted to be with him, which is probably why he was way out of his element with her.

Author’s Note: I uploaded later than expected (I went to the snow and there was no internet there) but its here, just like I promised. Because of the holidays, I specifically wrote this for this occasion. Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it, and to those that don’t have a wonderful day!

(also these chapters keep getting longer and longer. I’m sorry? but I just have a lot to write about these twos.) (and also, someone mentioned in the comments about how this fic reminds them of “Just What I Needed” by the Cars and oh my god, I see it! If you want to tell me more songs that remind you of this story or just in general, please do! I would more than love that!)

Part I // Part II // Part III // Part IV

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Holliday’s had the tendency of making people overly sentimental. Roger could admit that he was one of those people. Which is probably why Christmas could have been what first made him start looking at Lily in a different light (although he didn’t know it at the time).

“This is stupid,” he had grumbled when Freddie had announced few weeks before Christmas that they were going to be doing Secret Santa. He hadn’t participated in those holidays games since grade school and wasn’t interest to do it as an adult.

But no matter how much he grumbled and argued, everyone ignored him and started writing their names in pieces in papers. After they were finished, Freddie placed all their names in Lily’s hat (that woman was always bloody cold, she needed to go see a doctor) and proceeded to pass it around to everyone.

“The name you pick is the one you’re stuck with. No exchanging names,” he warned them, giving Brian a look.

“What if you get yourself?” Roger asked when Freddie passed him the hat and reluctantly picked a name.

“Then get yourself something nice,” Lily told him, who already got her name and was folding her paper, slipping it in her jean pocket. “Like a nice pair of shoes.”

“You think that’s what I would get myself?” he asked, offended at what a shitty gift she had suggested.

“Socks?” she guessed. He made a face that she reciprocated. While he his hatred toward Lily had dissolved once his car door had been fixed, he still tended to end up bickering with her about pretty much anything. “Oh, I know, pants.”

“I’d rather get nothing than that.”

“Okay, I think that's everyone,” Freddie said, interrupting them. “Remember the rules, no changing names unless you got yourself, don’t go below the budget but you can go over if you want and we exchange gifts on Christmas Eve.”

“This is going to be fun,” Lily said, grinning at John.

Thankfully, Roger didn’t get himself. Instead, he had gotten Brian, which honestly relieved him. He would be easy to buy his gift than if Roger were to have gotten Freddie or Mary. He tried to gauge the expression of everybody, hoping to identify who got him but everyone seemed to be doing a pretty good job at hiding who they got.

“Who’d you get?” Roger asked the first person who he could get when they were heading out, which happened to be Lily.

“Hmmm, let me see,” she said and pulled out her paper. Roger was leaning in to take a peak when she pushed his face with her hand. “It’s none of your business that’s what.”

“Come on,” he groaned, following her. “If you tell me who you got, I’ll tell you who I got.”

“God, why are you such a child?”

“And why are you such a bore?”

“I am not a bore. I am the kind of girl that you wish would attend your parties.”

Roger laughed loudly. He was pretty sure they were now talking about a different person. Roger hadn’t realized he had been walking towards Lily’s car until they reached it.

“You got John didn’t you?” he asked as she opened the door.

She squinted at him. “Don’t tell me you got John?”

“Did we both get John?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past John to pull some shit like that. One time he managed to convince me that I didn’t buy him a birthday present when I had. Bastard.”

Changing his techniques, Roger quickly snatched the hat from her head. She yelped and looked ready to lunge at him, but thought better and stayed put in her spot. “I’ll give it back if you tell me who you got,” he bargained.

“I’m not telling you who I got,” she said flatly, and extended her hand, making him groan and handed her back her hat.

“You’re no fun.”

“You’re an asshole,” she said, getting in the car, and slamming the door shut. He shook his head at her in disbelief as she drove away. Once she was gone, he sighed, realizing that he didn’t get a clue on who got him and was going to walk back to his car. Guess that’s what he got for making a point to park on the other side whenever Lily was there.

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Christmas Eve soon came upon them, and Roger found himself with everyone cramped in Mary’s living room, exchanging their Secret Santa gifts. Naturally, Freddie demanded to go first.

“For the love of my life,” Freddie said and handed his gift to a beaming Mary. He gave her a long kiss which made Lily give them a wolf whistle. Roger laughed, making Lily look over at him.

“Nice hat,” he mouthed, pointing to her Santa hat she had chosen to wear that evening. It matched her red dress, that he had tempted to make a comment when he had seen her but stopped himself with the warning look John threw him.

“Thank you,” she said, completely choosing to ignore his sarcasm. After Mart finished marveling the beautiful dress that Freddie had given her, she then gave her gift to John, who then gave his gift to Freddie.

“I’ll go next,” Brian offered, who was closest to Freddie. He picked up his gift, stood up and went towards Lily’s direction. “Happy Christmas, Lils.”

“Thank you, Brian,” she said, standing up and taking his gift. Without a warning, she pulled Brian into a tight hug, and Brian’s surprised expression made everyone laugh. Everyone had quickly learned that Lily was a hugger, but was still taken back at the intensity of them. Once she realized him, Brian went back to his seat and Lily opened his gift.

“Oh, my goodness,” she laughed in delight when she saw the gift and looked at Brian. “Where did you get these?”

“A friend of mine,” Brian answered vaguely.

“You have more friend than us?” Freddie asked, making John cackle loudly. Brian threw a pillow in their direction.

“Books?” Roger asked skeptically when he got a good look at Lily’s gift.

“Yes, books,” Lily said. “Psychology books that I have been wanting forever but have been too cheap to buy for myself.”

“You’re fun,” he muttered, earning him a pillow to the head.

“Thank you, Brian,” she said again.

“I’m glad you like them,” Brian said, looking pleased with herself. When she turned to pull out her gift, Brian leaned in and whispered to Roger, “You have no idea how panicked I was when I got her.”

“Could’ve gotten her scarfs. That’s what I got her, that woman is always bloody cold,” he muttered, making Brian laugh.

“Alright, my turn,” Lily practically sang, smiling widely, holding her gift, which was neatly wrapped with a huge bow in the middle. It should’ve been obvious for Roger who she got but still was a little surprised when she went towards him. He stood up when she reached him. “Happy Christmas, Roger,” she said sincerely.

“Thank you,” he said, taking her gift from her hands. He glanced at it and then at her, and went to give her a quick hug, but of course, Lily was having none of that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

“We should go outside and have a cigarette after this is over,” she whispered in his ear. She let him go before he could respond and went back to her seat. He weighted the gift, trying to figure out what it could possibly be.

“Open it,” Mary ordered.

“I’m going to, calm down,” he said and reluctantly ripped the wrapping paper. He found a box and felt a slight dread. She got him shoes, he was almost certain. So, imagine his surprise when he opened the box and found three pairs of sunglasses. “Huh,” he said.

“What is it?” Brain peered and grinned at him. “Look at that. Haven’t you been complaining that you wanted a new pair of sunglasses.”

“I have,” he admitted, picking one of them and trying them on. The sunglasses were really nice, one of them was even one he had been contemplating on getting for a while. He took them off and looked at Lily, giving her a smile. “Thank you, Lily. These are great.”

“You’re welcome,” she said and something about her nonchalant response made him suspicious. He had expected her to be more... enthusiastic or at least annoying about it. Go on about how lucky he was to get her. And then there was her whisper about going outside after this.

Yeah, she was definitely getting him back for switching her drinks from the last party.

“That leaves you, Roger.”

“Oh, right,” he said and grabbed his gift. He handed it to Brian. “Hope you like it, mate.”

Brian had liked to his gift, a small telescope, and after they had finished the Secret Santa, they exchanged others gifts they had bought for each other. Freddie gave Mary jewelry, Brian gave Roger a bottle of whiskey, Lily gave John a few dress shirts and many more gifts were exchanged. Halfway through, Roger excused himself for a smoke break. He sat on the ledge of the window, and after a few minutes of smoking alone, Lily joined him, holding a gift bag with her.

“Hello, hello,” she said and took a seat next to him. Because of the small size of the windows, their shoulders were tightly pressed against each other.

“Where’s the hat?” He pointed to her bare head.

“Deacy’s wearing it for me.”

“I bet you look better with it.”

“I don’t know,” she said, looking thoughtful. “Deacy is making it work better than I have.”

“Hmm,” he nodded and took a drag from his cigarette.

“Do you have another cigarette?” she asked him.

“Yeah, hold on,” he said and pulled out a packet and a lighter, handing it to her.

“Ooh, its new,” Lily said, grinning at him, taking one and lighting it. She took a drag and sighed contently.

“You don’t usually smoke,” he commented, finding it strange to see her holding a cigarette.

“No, I do, but not as much as you guys do. Only on special occasions.”

“Is this a special occasion? Is this why you wanted to get me alone? Wait, do you want to shag?” he said, giving her a suggestive look.

She patted his cheek. “Sometimes I wonder what goes inside your head when you talk.”

“You didn’t say no.”

She rolled her eyes and then turned to her right, picking up the gift bag. “Listen, we don’t talk a lot and when we do, its just to bicker. Frankly, I feel that’s because you’re still plotting my murder because of what I did to your car,” she said, her hands nervously fiddling with the present.

“Don’t remind me,” he said wryly, which made her wince apologetically. That made him smile. He had long gotten over it but she didn’t need to know that. Which is probably why, months after the incident, and she still seemed hung up on the accident.

“Anyways, when I got your name, I was pretty excited. I wanted to get you something extra in case that was still in the back of your mind.”

“So, you’re trying to bribe me?” he clarified.

“No, that sounds horrible. I’m just trying to be nice,” she said, pretending to be outraged. “But, hypothetically, if that were the case, I wonder if this would work.”

He looked at her doubtfully as he gingerly grabbed the bag. Dropping his cigarette, and stepping on it, he opened it and saw that inside was a red-orange leather jacket. He took it out, staring at it, loss of words.

“Do you hate it?” Lily asked anxiously, misinterpreting his silence as a bad sign.

“No,” he said loudly, startling Lily. “No, I... how did… this must have cost a lot.”

“So, you don’t hate it?”

“Not bad, Hathaway,” he said, nodding his approval.

She beamed, obviously pleased with herself. “I know right? I saw it and I knew this would be perfect for you. Try it on. I am positive it fits you, but I just need to double check.”

Roger sighed heavily. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” she said smacking his shoulder lightly. “Now try it on.”

He stood up from the ledge and made a huge show on putting on the jacket and modeling it for Lily. She stood up and smiled.

“Yes, this looks very nice,” she murmured, smoothing out creases on Rogers’ shoulder.

“Of course it looks nice, I’m wearing it.”

She made a face. “Always the modest one.”

He laughed but smiled at her genuinely. “I appreciate this gift, Lily. You didn't have to get it. I don't hate you,” he said seriously.

“Oh, I know you don't hate me, but I’ve learned that you do like to lean into the dramatics. Which is probably why you and Freddie get along so well. Honestly, I don’t know who’s the bigger hysterical queen, you or Freddie? My money's on the guy that throws things whenever he doesn’t get his way.”

“Because it's almost Christmas I’m going to chose to ignore that comment.”

“Bet you’re happy you got me as Secret Santa, right?”

And there it was, the smugness. But it didn’t matter what he thought, he didn’t get a chance to tell her. At that moment, someone called out Lily’s name. Both turned around to see a tall man, standing by the fence, waving at them.

“Matt? What are you doing here?” Lily asked in surprised but rushed over to him, jumping into his arms. Seeing that she didn’t scream at this stranger presence, he assumed that he was her boyfriend.

“I wanted to see you,” the boyfriend said. Roger had to hide his derisive cough when he heard an American accent. Lily’s American boyfriend explained her tendency to use American terms.

“You saw me today in the morning,” Lily reminded him but sounded pleased.

“Yeah, but that’s too long. And you said you came with John, I figured you needed a ride back.”

“Really? That’s why you’re here?” she asked skeptically.

“Yeah, and also I wanted to convince you to come and join me with my parents.”

“Matt,” she started but he interrupted her.

“I know, I know you had plans for today but tomorrow you’re free.”

“I’m going to be with John.”

“In the afternoon,” he argued. “And my parents are...”

Roger decided to tune out their conversation, not interested in hearing the hardships of compromising and lit another cigarette.

“Alright,” he heard Lily said, making him look over them. “Let me just go inside to get my things and go say goodbye to everyone.”

She started to run off inside, when she stopped, looked over to Roger, who raised his hand as if to say he was still there.

“Shit, I am so rude,” she said and reached over to drag her boyfriend towards Roger, “but Matt, this is Roger, he’s in John's band. Roger, this is Matt, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you,” the American said, extending his hand. Roger shook it firmly and felt him tightened his grip.

“Pleasure,” he said shortly and let it go. Lily glanced between the two men, an unreadable expression on her face. When Roger caught her eye, she seemed to make up her mind.

“Be right back,” she said and sprinted back inside, leaving Roger and the boyfriend alone.

“Got another one?” the American asked, nodding to Rogers cigarette.

“Sorry, last one,” Roger said, shrugging.

“Ah, it's alright.” The American heaved a sighed and just when Roger thought they were going to sit in silence, he spoke up again. “What were you and Lily doing outside?” he asked curiously.

“Smoke break,” he said shortly, raising his cigarette.

“Oh, right.”

Roger was thankful that it didn’t take Lily too long to collect her things and say her goodbyes because he had no intention to make small talk with her American. She appeared a minute later, looking flushed and carried a handful of gifts. The American rushed to her side and took half of the baggage.

“I was wondering where did the hat go,” the American commented, the Santa hat back on Lily’s head. She shrugged and nudged him to the car. “Oh, Merry Christmas,” he called out to Roger.

“Yeah, you too,” Roger said.

“Happy Christmas, Roger,” Lily told him, stopping in front of him.

“Happy Christmas,” he said, and his eyes darted to Lily’s boyfriend, that was already putting her things in his car. “American, really?” he said in a low voice earning an annoyed look from her.

“Goodbye, Roger,” she said and went to join her boyfriend. He watched her get in the car and didn’t look away until the car was out of his sight. Roger looked down at the jacket and felt the material under his fingertips. It was a really nice gift, one that he did not expect getting from Lily. But he had come to realize, that with Lily, he never knew what to expect from her.

He should’ve known that was probably what started it all.

#roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x oc #roger taylor x reader #ben hardy as roger taylor #ben hardy #roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody

[takadasaiko]

A Keen3 Christmas (one shot fic)

FFN II AO3

Summary: It's Christmas morning and Agnes is ready for presents. 

She had been dreaming. About what, she wasn't entirely sure, but it had left her with a knot in her chest that was working it's way up to her throat, threatening to cut off her air. She swallowed hard against it, finding the passageway clear, and risked opening her eyes.

She found a pair of large, dark blue ones staring back at her.

"Mama, Mama, Santa came!"

A groan to Liz's right drew the little girl from off her mother and she flopped towards it, the words barely audible through the giggles. "Daddy, wake up!"

The familiar sound of Tom's laugh came from the figure in the bed next to her. "It is way too early, kiddo."

"But Santa came and he left presents!" Agnes giggled as she pounced on Tom.

Slowly, with each laugh and each word coming from her family in the dark bedroom, the nightmare started to wash away and Liz found herself remembering that the true nightmare they had lived through had, in fact, been survived.

"I wanna open 'em!" Agnes declared shrilly, hopping up and down.

"You don't want breakfast first?" Tom asked and Liz heard a soft oof when Agnes landed in the middle of him again.

Another loud, piercing giggle filled the room. "No!" she squealed and then she was gone, her laughter echoing out of the room and down the short hall.

Liz looked over and she could just make out the smile that tilted her husband's lips up as he watched the door that their daughter had bounded through seconds before. He loosed a short breath. "We should probably get up."

That tugged a smile of her own into place. "Probably, otherwise she'll open all the presents."

It took a moment more, but Liz finally worked up the gumption to throw the covers off, the cold air hitting her. She dove for her robe that had been left draped over a chair before following Tom out the bedroom door.

Agnes was waiting impatiently, but she'd managed to keep herself from diving headfirst into the pile of presents. She looked back, a wide smile showing her first missing tooth, and Liz found herself marveling in the moment over how lucky they were.

"Okay, kiddo, let's see which ones are yours," Tom said as he moved to take a seat by the tree.

"All of them," Agnes told him firmly and he laughed.

"Maybe not all of them. How about…. this one?" He reached under the tree to pull a large present forward and she was eager enough to meet him halfway.

Liz took a seat on the floor with him as Agnes tore through the paper and down to the box below. Her eyes lit up when she saw the photo of the toy castle below. "I wanted it!"

"You may have mentioned that once or twice," Tom laughed and handed her the next present that she went out with just as much enthusiasm. Liz barely noticed when he held a small box out for her, mischief in those dark blue eyes.

"When did you even have time?"

"I made time," he answered softly and nodded towards the box.

"Daddy, daddy! It's a pony!" Agnes squealed from her place and they both glanced over at the small, toy horse that she was waving in the air. "Sugar has a friend now!"

"Totally what I was thinking," Tom managed, and as Agnes went for the next gift Liz pulled back the wrapping on her own.

The box was simple and solid, no photos or labels to show what she should expect beneath the lid. It was just the right size for jewelry, and while Tom had been known to pick a few nice pieces out over the years, he seemed especially proud of himself with this. Probably not jewelry.

"You're running out of time," he murmured, glancing over at where Agnes was opening a big, puffy pink sweater that she'd be wearing to her Grandma Scottie's house later that day.

Liz tugged the lid from the box and found two plane tickets inside. A small, breathy laugh escaped her when she saw the destination. "Paris."

"For New Years." He caught her gaze. "We keep talking about it, but between your job, mine, and Agnes, we don't do it. I already talked to Cooper, and I'm pretty sure my team's going to be thrilled to have me out of the office for a couple of weeks."

"What about Agnes?"

"Scottie's already offered to watch her. She'll spoil her rotten." He leaned her shoulder into hers where they sat, his smile contagious. "C'mon, babe. Just you and me. Let's do it."

She shook her head, laughing softly before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. "Let's do it."

A knock on the door drew their attention and Agnes was instantly on her feet. "Biga!"

Tom's excitement evened out at their daughter's cry. "Did he say he was coming today?"

"No, but she's never wrong about it," Liz murmured as she got to her feet. Tom remained on the floor and she nudged him with her foot. "Play nice?"

"Always do."

"Not always."

The smile returned, even if a little less enthusiastic than before, and he winked at her. "For you."

Liz heard the locks coming undone and started down the hall. "Agnes, what have we told you about opening the door without us?"

"It's Biga!" the little girl said stubbornly and tugged the door open anyway, revealing a familiar face on the other side.

Raymond Reddington's smile lit up as soon as he saw her and Agnes launched herself at him. He caught her and scooped her up into his arms, stepping inside the door. "Hello there."

"Merry Christmas, Biga! I knew you'd come!" Agnes announced and wrapped her arms around his neck. Liz snagged the bag of presents that had been at his feet in the hallway and closed the door behind them.

Reddington stood there a moment, soaking in the warmth. After a moment, a pair of clear blue eyes that were remarkably like her own turned towards Liz and there was a softness to them. "Merry Christmas, Elizabeth. I know it's very early, but with children -"

"We were up," Tom said from the end of the hallway. At least he hadn't remained on the floor in protest to their visitor.

Reddington turned, Agnes still in his arms. "Tom," he greeted tensely.

"Reddington."

"Biga, did you bring me presents?" Agnes asked, diffusing some of the tension between the two men at least.

"You sound like you didn't just rip through three in five minutes," Liz teased and Agnes grinned brightly. "We have to save some for Grandma Scottie's."

"How about one more before you go?" Reddington offered and set Agnes down. She nodded enthusiastically and he nodded a quick thanks to Liz for grabbing the bag. He reached into it, producing a box with a big, red bow on top and Agnes' name in his own scrawled handwriting.

She sat down in the hallway and made quick work of the wrapping. Inside the box was a small, stuffed rabbit. "Look, Mama," Agnes said loudly, holding the bunny up. "He looks like yours!"

Liz glanced over and a wistful sort of look had settled over Reddington. "I gave your mother a bunny just like that when she wasn't much younger than you."

"Now I have one."

"Now you have one."

She smiled brightly and hugged the stuffed animal close.

"Reddington," Liz said softly. His smile was a little sad, but she reached out and touched his arm. "Why don't you guys come in for a few minutes. Agnes can show you what she got."

"C'mon, Biga," Agnes said as she stood, taking him by the hand and doing her best to drag him into the living room. Tom stepped out of their way and Liz followed in, pausing next to him. Agnes took Reddington right up to the tree, showing him presents and ornaments, and all the decorations that she'd helped Liz and Tom put up around the apartment. The Concierge of Crime listened with his full attention, nodding and responding in awe that kept the little girl giggling.

Tom sighed at her side. "She does like him."

"She does," Liz answered softly and leaned in. Her husband's arm went around her instantly and pulled her just a little closer. "We have a weird family."

That finally pulled a soft chuckle from him. "We do, but as long as I have you and Agnes, that's what matters." He kissed the side of her head. "Merry Christmas, babe."

"Merry Christmas." She wrapped her arm around his back, holding on tight as they watched Agnes convince Reddington that he should help her set up her new princess castle and play with her. After everything that had happened, all the lies and the truths and the chaos that had fallen down around them, somehow they'd come through it, and in that moment their weird little family could be together. For that Christmas and all the ones that would come after it, that was something she could hold onto.

Notes: Merry Christmas, everyone! I know I've been very quiet on the fanfiction front, but I decided to indulge a complete fluff piece where everyone's happy and together and alive and healthy. If I have time I may write a follow up piece for that New Years trip for Tom and Liz ;)

And for those reading Home from the War, I'm hoping to be able to jump back into the writing process at the beginning of the year. I'm ALMOST to my goal of three polished scripts for my writing portfolio. I just finished up my spec script for a current show that I needed (shocker, I wrote one for the Blacklist) and I'm in the last stages of this round of polishing. Once that's done I think I can start to poke at home again. Two different Blacklist projects at once like that was just overwhelming my brain a little lol

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

#the blacklist #keen2 #keen3 #tom keen #elizabeth keen #raymond reddington #Truth in the Lies

[crystaiskiess]

All I Want for Christmas

Part of the Our Photo Album series - does not need to be read in order but is recommended Series Masterlist Previous Part

AO3 Link

Summary: Dan plans to spend the Christmas alone, Phil isn't going to let that happen.

Author’s Notes:  I thought that after my last Christmas fic everyone deserves a happy fluffy story.  So here it is!  This is FLUFF CENTRAL

I hope you enjoy!!!!

(Also don’t forget to leave a request I would love to hear from you) 

To Dan, Christmas had always been one present on Christmas, an awkward dinner with a well cooked chicken, maybe some gingerbread for desert, and, as he got older, wishing he didn’t have to spend it with his mum and dad. He knew it wasn’t like that for most people, kids in his class used to be horrified when they discovered that he only got one present on Christmas, plus a check from his grandma, when she was alive that was.

However, as Dan sat at his dining room table, drumming his fingers against the acacia surface he knew what he wanted for Christmas that year. Phil was as bright as the star on top of Dan’s christmas tree, his eyes sparkled and Dan was drunk on the way that smile made him feel. He was telling Dan all about what he was doing with his family for Christmas, a splotch of whipped cream resting in the corner of his mouth from the pancakes they just finished.

“So I’m taking a train on Christmas morning up to my parent’s house, so we can spend Christmas Eve together if that works for you?” Phil gently patted Dan’s hand as he sat down next to him, Dan grinned, wiping at the cream in the corner of his boyfriend’s mouth, Phil smiled and leant into the touch. “Sounds perfect,” Dan replied softly, his eyes sweeping over the soft curves of Phil’s mouth, his horrible Christmas sweater, and all the way too his mismatched socks. When had he gotten so lucky? Phil grinned, lighting up the room as he did so, “So! What’re you doing for Christmas Danny? Catching up with Bea?”

Dan felt his heart sink slightly, Phil hadn’t questioned him when he said that he didn’t really see his family anymore. Understatement of the century, the only member of his family he was planning to see, ever if he had his way, was Bea. Phil didn’t press him on the topic, but he couldn’t really understand, Dan knew that. Phil’s family was just so close, Dan’s family never had been, but it had grown icier since Dan came out.

He shook his head, “Nah, Beet’s gone to Spain with some friends for the holidays,” he shrugged. “So,” Phil trailed off with an confused look, “What’re you doing for Christmas.” Dan shrugged again, avoiding eye contact, Phil nudged his arm gently and he sighed, “Just hanging out here? Probably play carols too loud, like the rebel I am,” he attempted at some light humour but judging by the furrowed eyebrows Phil was sporting it fell short. With gentle fingers Dan reached up and smoothed the creases between Phil’s eyes, “Hey, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all, and we can spend Christmas Eve together.”

Phil nodded but Dan had a feeling that wasn’t the end of it.

~-~-~

He was right, not even two hours later, Phil’s phone began to ring and Dan watched as he perked up, as though he was expecting a call. They were intertwined together on the couch, halfway through ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ a movie they had both seen a million times before, in all honesty neither of them were really watching. It was as though putting on the tv gave them an excuse to make out without feeling as though that was all they were doing. Dan let out a noise of protest as Phil pushed him off his lap to pick up the phone.

“Hi!” He exclaimed and raised a finger to Dan, indicating that he would be back soon before walking into the hallway. Dan flopped back on his couch, it almost felt like their couch at that point, Phil spent so much time at Dan’s apartment as it was. It almost seemed ridiculous that they weren’t living together, especially on the random morning’s when Phil would need to go home for a change of clothes, Dan was almost tempted to just ask him to move in, but the prospect seemed terrifying.

He could hear Phil pacing up and down the hall, chattering happily, Dan loved the sound of Phil’s voice. It was steady and even, in ways Dan’s excited blabbering could never hope to achieve, but melodic at the same time. The way he spoke made you want to listen, as though anything he said could be interesting. He and Dan both shared the strange knack of making boring stories interesting, which made for a fun dinner time.

Finally after about ten minutes of Dan lying and listening to the indecipherable murmuring from the through the door Phil returned. “I have great news!” He exclaimed, dancing over to Dan and snuggling up to him. Dan hummed, gently placing a kiss to Phil’s jaw as they curled back into their regular position, bodies side by side and legs intertwined so that it was impossible to see where two bodies separated. “What is it?” Dan asked, his hand easily finding its way to Phil’s as though on reflex.

“Mum said you can join us for Christmas!” Phil made little cheering arms with his hands, before mellowing down slightly, “If you want to that is? I totally understand if you would rather stay home, my family can be totally weird and it might be scary but I would love-” Dan stopped listening to Phil’s nervous rambling, his brain short circuiting at the idea. He could spend his whole Christmas with Phil? With his mother’s feast that Dan had been told so much about, and Martyn who Dan had met over Skype and their crazy extended family? But most importantly, he would get to spend the whole Christmas with Phil.

He realised he had been zoned out thinking about the possibilities of it for a little too long, Phil was still rambling, “I’m going to take your silence as a bad sign and say no you don’t want to come. I’m sorry I should have asked you first, I always do these crazy things where I don’t think about maybe other options would be bett-” Dan cut him off by surging forward and catching his mouth in a kiss, he was smiling far too widely for it to be executed properly but neither of them cared. When they finally broke apart, barely moving far enough so that their noses stopped brushing Phil smiled hesitantly, “So is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes you spork!” Dan replied easily, laughing as he grabbed Phil by his ugly Christmas jumper and kissed him again.

~-~-~

“MY BEAUTIFUL BOYFRIEND WHO I LOVE MORE THAN PHOTOGRAPHY!” Phil yelled loudly a week later, at an hour that was entirely too early for such behaviour. Dan groaned and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow beside him, “Remind me why I let you stay over?” He growled into the soft fabric. Phil chuckled, poking Dan in the side until he turned to face him, hair fluffy and curly from sleep and eyes heavy. Phil’s glasses were slightly askew and his fringe was pushed up in a quiff from sleeping on it, as tired as he was Dan couldn’t help but smile at how adorable his boyfriend was.

“Because you love me?” Phil prompted and Dan groaned weakly again, tugging himself into a sitting position before flopping back onto Phil’s lap. “Not enough clearly,” he wrinkled his eyes into a sleepy smile as Phil poked his dimples softly. Rolling his eyes Phil simply began petting Dan’s hair, “It’s Christmas Eve, which means our early Christmas which means I’m treating it as though it’s Christmas morning,” Phil shrugged as though that was a simple explanation, his glasses falling down his nose in a way that was ridiculously endearing.

Dan huffed, reaching for his boyfriend’s face, “Fine then, you can deal with morning breath kisses,” he smirked and Phil obliged moving forward to gently slot their lips together. It was a soft kiss, which didn’t last for long because both of them were still in a half slumberish state, but Dan savoured every second of it. When Phil pulled away Dan sat up, stretching his stiff back and yawning, “Do you really love me more than photography?” He asked with a small smile. Phil tugged him into an awkward cuddle position, “Obviously,” he laughed.

They hurried down the stairs around ten minutes later, now that Dan was awake he was eager to give Phil his present. It was the first of many, however Phil’s mother had made them swear to save at least two for the family party, Dan had decided to give his sappiest gift in the safety of their own home, where Phil’s family couldn’t scrutinise him. Not that they would. “Merry Christmas Bear!” Phil exclaimed, holding out a large red box with a teddy bear attached to it.

Dan raised an incredulous eyebrow at the stuffed toy, as he retrieved the box from his boyfriend’s grip, they both dropped to the floor next to the Christmas tree, ignoring the cold floorboards beneath them, “Really? A bear?” He teased, a bright smile covering his face as Phil blushed staring at the ground. He gently untied the fluffy creature and placed it on the floor beside him. The wrapping was easy to rip through and quickly he found himself face to face with three piano books.

His mouth fell open in shock, eyes drifting over to the barely used piano in the corner of the room and then back to his boyfriend, “Wh-what?” Phil smiled at him, his cheeks still heavily flushed, “I love hearing you play and I thought maybe some new music might help you play more often?” Dan leapt on him causing Phil to yelp with shock as they tumbled backwards. “I love you,” Dan whispered softly, as though if he stayed quiet this moment could stay with them forever. Phil smiled in that beautifully intoxicating way, as though he was glowing and happiness was radiating off him.

Dan connected their lips without another thought, trying to project every thought, every word he couldn’t say into the kiss. Phil gasped softly but otherwise reciprocated, Dan could feel the way Phil seemed to glow in the kiss, he could feel his light and he was drunk it. When they finally broke apart, chests heaving and foreheads pressed together, “I love you too, dork.”

“Nerd.”

“Spoon.”

“Spork.”

“Bear,”

Dan blushed at the nickname, rolling off Phil’s chest and collecting his present from under the tree.

He handed it to Phil without looking up from the floor, suddenly doubting whether it was a good idea or not. It took a lot of effort, and had taken a long time to make, but that didn’t mean Phil would necessarily like it. He had to restrain himself from surging forward to pull the gift out of Phil’s grip, self doubt pressing down on his like a weight.

A small gasp broke him out of his reverie but he didn’t look up from the floor, he could see Phil’s pale slender fingers tracing the edge of the scrapbook delicately, as though it were a precious item. Then suddenly those fingers were under his chin, and his head was being tilted up with that same air of delicacy, as though Dan was made of porcelain, as though he were a precious item that should be treasured.

“It’s beautiful Dan,” Phil whispered, his face inches from Dan’s own, minty breath fanning against Dan’s face. Dan chuckled wetly, “You haven’t even opened it yet,” he pointed out, blinking quickly to get rid of the tears pooling in his eyes. Phil smiled at him, the corner of his lips quirking up ever so slightly and his eyes crinkling in the inner corners, “I wasn’t talking about the scrapbook.”

The tears flowed freely then, Phil pressed their lips together gently, continuing to cup Dan’s chin to angle their heads better. He pulled apart and whispered in Dan’s ear, “although it is the best thing I’ve ever been given.” Dan chuckled through his light tears, “Open it you spork!” Phil grinned at him, opening the leatherbound book with sparkling eyes.

Inside the pages were filled with all the photos Phil had taken, whether with a phone, a crappy school camera, or Dan’s camera (which would soon be Phil’s), every photo was there. The first page had the photo from their first date, the two boys smiling with flushed cheeks, only four months ago but how time had flown since then. Dan still remembered wishing he could will up the courage to kiss Phil on that first date, he hadn’t but the cheek kiss had turned Phil into a dopey mess so it was a close second.

On every page were messages from Dan, about how he felt, things he had never told Phil before about him. Like how much he loved Phil’s eyes, how nervous he had been when they first met, his favourite photo Phil took of them - from the day they had first kissed at the ocean - the pages held it all. Dan realised with a start that Phil, his rock, the steady force that rarely could be broken, was crying. They were soft tears, but with every turned page they grew heavier.

Dan gently reached his hand out to take Phil’s, “Hey? Happy tears o-or-” Phil cut him off with a kiss, similarly to how Dan had done just last week when he was invited to their family Christmas. It tasted of freshly brushed teeth, salty tears and happiness. “This is the best present I’ve ever received,” Phil choked through tears and Dan chuckled leaning their heads together. “You gave me mine four months ago.”

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