Hi I’m Hayley. This is a hobby, not a job. So I could have days where im spitting ideas for my writing or be blank for months. So please, no hate if I have no motivation or no ideas
who do you write for?
Stranger Things
romantic: billy hargrove, steve Harrington, Eddie Munson , Peter Ballard
platonic: max mayfield, robin buckley
Harry Potter
Marauders Era:
romantic: James potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black , regulus black
platonic: Lily evans, Dorcas, Marlene
Golden Era:
Romantic: Harry Potter, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Charlie Weasley, Theo Nott
Platonic: Luna lovegood, Hermione, Ron, sev snape
genres
Smut/angst/comfort/fluff
Usually if a story has a sad ending, it has a second part maybe. I cant always promise a happy ending
A lot of fix-it fics!
What is Hayley’s Vault?
Hayley’s Vault is a special series that is not chronological but in tracks. It’s a set of old or new Taylor Swift songs. The title comes from (From the Vault)
What is Hayley’s CD?
Hayley’s CD is another non-chronological series. It has different characters from the Stranger Things fandom following the Sour album by Olivia Rodrigo.
Summary: in the event you must travel to Romania to break the curse of a mysterious chest with your sworn enemy.
Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader
Warnings: angry sex
You were the best at everything. You were. Until Charlie Weasley came alone with his stupid fan base and girls squealing over him everyday.
You hated that ginger more than anything. He was skilled in the classroom and on the pitch. Part of you enjoyed him giving you a run for your money but he always got what he wanted. He was the most infuriating person you’ve ever met. You were glad to graduate and vow to never see him again.
Well that was until you had to work with him. In Romania. With Dragons.
“He’s going to feed me to the dragons.” You whined to your mother who was helping you pack your things. You were the daughter of Remus and Loretta Lupin. Currently both your mom was helping you pack for your six week trip to Romania.
“You’re being dramatic, sweetheart. You’re too skinny to be fed to the dragons.”
You scoffed, “Hey! I think I’d be delicious, thank you!” Your mother laughed rolling her eyes. She casted a shrinking spell so your suitcases could fit into your purse. All three, originally large, suitcases did.
Why were you going to Romania anyway? You were a curse-breaker. There were three chests in dark magic rooted magic that was close to Grindelwalds work. It was going to take a long time to open this chests and Gringotts knew this and assumed you would be the best person for the job. They set up the arrangements and off they sent you.
You had to be at your portkey in approximately 45 minutes so you could be at Romania on time. Bill had said that there was going to be someone waiting for her when she got there to show her around and she was meant to stick with them until she could easily maneuver around the camp.
You exited down the stairs where your father had just entered the front door, “Hey, Love are you fixing to head out?”
“Yea, Dad, I’ll be home as soon as I can!” You brought both of your parents in for a hug and they kissed your forehead and you were off. First you apparated to your port-key, where you had to walk about fifty meters to reach the old rusted duck figurine.
Immediately you felt warped and the light pull of your nasal reminded you of how awful the travel was from such a far distance. You felt your body pummeling, twisting, and turning through the tiny airway of space. When you crashed hard into the ground you coughed rolling over on the morning grass.
“Tremendously sexy.” Still coughing from your rough trip, you knew that voice. Only to look up and find that Charlie Weasley was snickering at your poor suffering.
Coming to your senses, you quickly stood up brushing off dirt and grass. “Godric, just fuck off. Where’s my actual tour guide?” You ask trying to peer around him. He was too tall though.
You finally glanced at him and realize he turned out to be much more attractive than he was in school. He was about six feet or more, his ginger hair was tussled giving him a rough look. He was more muscular and had certain scars running up his arms that you hated to deem attractive.
How could someone you dislike so much look that good?
“Sorry, Doll, I’m your real tour guide. Had to make sure I got to see you first.” You rolled your eyes though he didn’t see for he had already turned his back and began walking. Fucker.
He showed you the eating quarters, your hut which was too close to his for your liking. He showed you different dragons, the nursery, and finally to the site of the three cursed chests. It was in a cave far away from the camp. The air was damp and cold. It was heavy from the magic residue that cursed the air.
“How’d you find them?”
“There was a mother dragon with eggs over here and she seemed to protect the eggs and the chests. Finally got her and the eggs out where they are now in the camp. One of my guys touched the chest to get a better look burned his entire hand. He’s still in the infirmary.”
This might take longer than six weeks you thought with a frown. “Well, let’s head back. I need to read on it before I get to work. I’m going to have to talk to your guy who burned his hand and see the momma dragon.”
“Do you read about everything? Sometimes you just need hands on experience.”
You smirked, brushing past him out of the cave, “I’m involved with plenty of hands on stuff.” Charlie rose his brow in curiosity as he followed you out of the cave.
Romania was different than your house hidden in the forest surrounded by nifflers, mooncalves, and puffskeins. Your mother Loretta loved animals which was fitting. She was never once scared of Remus in his werewolf form just always taking care of him. She was an animagus that turned into an owl so that she could fly and follow him during his monthly trials. Only being gone a few hours didn’t change the fact you already missed your parents. Taking a glance to your left, and it didn’t help the most arrogant man was your supposed mentor for these six weeks.
“Lead me to the infirmary.” You didn’t even spare a glance to the Weasley as you stared off into the mountainous landscape. He didn’t respond to you and turned sharply so wisely you followed him on the route you hoped was to the infirmary.
His name was Henry. His hand was completely bandaged from the degree of burns he had suffered as you carefully turned his hand side to side. You felt bad.
“Can you tell me the events of what happened?” You ask taking a step back to look him in the eyes. Henry couldn’t have possibly gone to Hogwarts, if he did you never recognized him. He looked your age or younger and you had only been graduated for two years this summer. Charlie was still here, unfortunately. He stood beside you his arms crossed and pieces of auburn hair dangling in his face. You swallowed glancing away from him even pushing any thought of thinking his was attractive out of your head.
“So it was a normal day, y’know? We had discovered this Chinese Fireball about 50 kilometers outside of camp. It was a rare find that type of dragon around here? It was unusual. We discovered as well that it was protecting its egg and those chests as well. She has a broken foot the dragon so we brought her in so we could take care of her and save her from any future trouble with poachers.” Henry took a deep breath from speaking and closed his eyes. “So after I checked the clearing I noticed the egg and the chests. I’m sure you’ve seen them. They’re laced in goblin metal and I thought I could bring them back to the camp. As soon as I touched the first chest flames came up my hand and I jerked my hand off but by then it was too late. The damage was done.” He held up his bandaged hand.
“Thank you, Henry. I will do my best to break the curse off those chests.”
——
Later that evening, after dinner, you sat in your hut writing on parchment to send off with an owl. You were writing to Bill about how much you disliked his brother and about the events of the chests and if he knew anything that could perhaps solve this case.
The eruption of cheers exploded outside the hut so you decided to peak your head outside. You noticed a lot of the dragon experts laughing around a fire. You smiled at the thought of this close knit community. Family without any actual blood. It was sweet especially to someone like you who didn’t experience that.
Your profession as a curse breaker was a lonely job. A lot of the time you enjoyed—most of the time. Though sometimes you wish you had what your parents had that sweet and simple love. You always spent a lot of time alone buried in your studies or even taking extra laps around the pitch to work on your speed and strategies. You were a loner yet a leader. You had your two best friends that you haven’t seen much of since you graduated. Leila became an auror and Mack went to work at St. Mungos to be a healer. You missed them when the nights got lonely and it wasn’t filled with wine or stupid games like exploding snap.
You shook your head making brief eye contact with the Weasley boy before heading towards the outskirts of the camp. The charcoal rocks were so fascinating as the sun set and the orange hues glowed throughout the area. You began to take a walk down the path without realizing where you were heading.
On your walk you heard a couple mews and noticed a kitten come out of the grass limping. Its paw was hurt. You crouched to examine the midnight cat with glowing green eyes. The poor thing melted into your touch. As you examined the paw, you heard the crunch of a twig behind you. Hang on your wand holster you peeked around.
“Easy, gorgeous, didn’t mean to disturb you.” Charlie chuckled coming up beside you. You didn’t even respond turning back to the kitten casting a simple healing spell. Though the kitten was healed it didn’t want to leave you. The thought of a kitten choosing you when you were just wanting someone to be there. You scooped up the kitten in your arms and turned back to him.
“Problem, Weasel?” You smirked adjusting the kitten to lay comfortably in your arms.
“Didn’t know you had so much of a heart, Y/L/N?” He gestured to the feline in your arms.
You smiled scratching the kitten under her chin with your fingernail. “I do but you’re not there to deserve it.”
“Yet!”
“In your dreams, Charlie!”
—
The next morning you woke up with the sunshine coming in through your windows. Your new friend which you named Luna purred and stirred as you climbed out of bed. You slept pretty well you thought to yourself as you began to get ready. You put your hair in a high ponytail and grabbed your books to go study the chests. You had already conjured food for Luna and placed a water bowl out so she would be well-off during the day.
Charlie followed you to the site and only stared as you sat up a table with all your research tools you needed for the day.
“Can I help you?” You purred flipping through your travel journal to see if anything helpful could be used about goblin metal or mysterious chests. Choosing you for the most difficult job of the decade seemed fitting even if you felt like you still started yesterday. You aspired for this job right of Hogwarts and started working there right after N.E.W.T.s. You worked almost every extra hour you could so you could get assignments like this one. Your first journey you went with a mentor which for you was Bill Weasley. He guided you through Egypt, where you went through pyramids fighting mummies that seemed alive and puzzles and riddles that felt like day and night. You and Bill spent almost two months in Egypt until locating the wooden box filled with sapphire necklaces and pounds of gold to bring back to your bosses at Gringotts. It was rolling under spears shooting out of pyramid walls when you realized that this was the job for you.
“My job for the next week is to watch you and make sure nothing unusual comes to the cave searching for its guarded chests. Hate to watch a pretty face like you die from an angry warlock or goblin.” Charlie said, seemingly uninterested staring at his cuticles and biting them.
“I like whoever’s in charge: they think you’re a sacrifice. That’s beautiful.” You smiled glancing up at him from your journal still on the diagrams of traps from Egypt.
“I’m in charge.” He said proudly, “I really appreciate-“
“I take it back, just please stop talking.” You huffed in his direction before finding the page about goblin silver. You read what you needed to refresh on before leaving your table and crouching around the chest. On it was a black handprint from where Henry had touched it when he was burnt. Engraved in the details and accent colors of the chest was an emblem with an empty fire symbol. You stared at it turning your head slightly to the side. You shuffled over to the next chest and it was the same. As was the last one.
Why were there three chests? Was the dragon placed here purposefully and it thought was only guarding that egg? The egg? The egg.
“Where’s the egg now?” You turned so fast that Charlie jumped out of his trance as he was staring where you were crouched.
“The egg? Oh- it’s in the nursery.” He seemed confused on your sudden interest in the egg but nonetheless obliged to giving you the information. You nodded at the new information wondering if your suspicions could be correct. Poachers wouldn’t leave the dragon be just to protect these chests. It would have to be a darker wizard if she drew conclusions correctly. Death eaters were making a rise around the world but they still were lying low since the fall of Voldemort.
“How long do you think this has been here?” Annoying as he may be, you needed answers and you needed them from someone who knew what they were talking about.
He thought for a minute, “Uh, we saw a spark of fire about two weeks ago an discovered this about a week later. The dragon had to be a new addition but the chests could’ve been here even longer.” Charlie added, still staring thoughtfully at her.
“Interesting…” you replied standing up and brushing your knees off. You walked back to the table and wrote in your journal the diagrams on the chest. Before walking back over there, raising your wand you shouted confringo at the chests. As your spell shot to the first came the chest absorbed it but it did nothing at first until a shock wave came through knocking you off your feet falling right onto Charlie.
Frazzled it took you a second to realize you weren’t on the ground but on someone. You stood quickly mumbling a quick sorry and heading back to your table which was far enough to stay unscathed. Scratching off the idea in your journal you continued to study it and the symbols.
As the sun began to set you realized that this would take more work and a few simple spells weren’t breaking these chests. From what you tried it wasn’t magic that would have to open these chests but an artifact of some sort. You and Charlie headed back to the camp after packing your things. You needed a break from today’s failure but your mind was still racing on possibilities. In the dining hall, you sat with the dragon experts and listened to them speak but don’t really engage in the conversation. Your head was else until the word firewhisky sparked in their conversation. You turned slightly to listen in on their ideas of having a fun night and drinking around the campfire.
Apparently some of the experts just got back from a trip to locate Swedish Shortsnouts that were becoming endangered each day. You nodded in agreement with their conversation and a simple that you would join.
Later that evening you found yourself sitting on a log talking with a few of the wives that lived in the camp but were mostly nurses or cooks instead of working directly with the dragons. Out of all the dragon experts only a handful were women but they were all very nice. Currently you were talking with Amelia, whom was married to Henry, and Molly who was one of the nurses here.
“He’s coming around great, Mel.” Molly stated fiddling with a piece of her ginger hair.
“He’s strong for what he did or maybe not the brightest. Nonetheless no one could have known that chest was cursed until it was too late for them.” You added trying to make the wife feel better.
“You girls are right. I’m not worried about him promise, but what I do wanna know is what you and Charlie have going on?” Mel snickered pointing at you.
You quirked your eyebrows in confusion and turned around to see if she was talking to someone behind you. Though she wasn’t.
“I went to school with him. We hated each other then and we hate each other now. We were always neck and neck for the quidditch house cup between Gryffindor and (Your House) each year. We may have taken it too personally but he was always a dick so I didn’t have much nice to say outside the pitch either. His brother though, the one I work with, isn’t like that though.”
“So, do you like— think he’s hot?” Molly grinned.
“Never in a million years.” You smiled taking another sip of firewhisky. You glanced across the fire to find eyes locked on yours which had to be Charlie Weasley. Why were arrogant people so hot?
Summary: this track of Hayley’s CD, in which the reader finds herself watching Billy move on while she’s trying to pick up the pieces
Warnings: swearing, angst, mention of sexual content, smoking,
[hayleys CD]/ [navigation] / [masterlist]
Well, good for you I guess you moved on really easily.
Found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.
You and Billy was an unlikely couple. The head cheerleader head over Pom poms for the rebel. Billy seemed so sweet at first just a little rough around the edges.
You fell into his charms, you fell in love with him. The first date was to a drive-in movie of Back To The Future. Handholding, sharing a soda and popcorn was went on that night.
He drove you home and kissed him goodnight.
Billy was good with girls like that. It was like he analyzed girls and charmed them, reeling them in like a fish.
You were a fish. Hook, line, sinker.
You were perfect until the fighting. A year in, you and him started fighting a lot more. It started when you stuck up for Max after he broke her skateboard. You gave him an earful and he screamed until you were leaving, slamming the doors rattling in your bones.
One night after a date that ended in fighting instead of kissing.
“I’m tired of this. We’re done.” Shocked. You got out of the car and walked into your house.
You were moping, trying to pick up your heart. Your best friend Steve wanted to choke Hargrove but he wouldn’t, for your sake.
After a couple weeks after the breakup, Billy had his arm around a new cheerleader. You spent that lunch crying in a room you’d never been in before.
That room was Hellfire club, and Eddie Munson sat thoughtfully listening to you.
Remember when you said you wanted to give me the world?
[a month prior]
The wind blew picking up your skirt you tried to hold down. Billy was laying next to you on the blanket smoking a cigarette. Billy tugged your hand, giggling you sat down next to him, peppering kisses. He looked at you with loving eyes swiping his thumb over your cheek.
“I want to give you the world. I promise to give you the world. After highschool we’re taking it baby.”
Helpless fool, you were. If you had your wits you maybe could figure he wasn’t going to keep it.
And good for you, I guess that you’ve been working on yourself
I guess that therapist I found for you she really helped
Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl
You knew about Billy’s abusive father and you were so honored to know he cared about you that much.
You helped Billy, trying to calm his emotions even suggested the school counselor for therapy. He looked at you as if you had grown two heads, but he did it for you.
I guess she helped him. He seemed happier, freer. Things he didn’t seem with you. He brought his new girl flowers every day to her locker, which was right across from yours. Lucky you.
Billy would glance at you, you’d never notice trying to put your notebooks back in your locker. He was learning to be a better boyfriend, you were just glad to help.
Well good for you, you look happy, healthy
Not me if you ever cared to ask
Billy was happier, not bonded to you anymore. He hung out with his friends, new girlfriend. Or that’s what you saw.
He just looked so happy and a new person without you.
You weren’t. With Steve and your new friend Eddie you weren’t either of those. You were moping around, not eating as much, closing yourself off from everyone.
It’s not like Billy cared, you thought.
Good for you, you’re doing great out there without me baby
God, I wish I could do that
How could he just move on? Move on from your late nights cuddling in your bed? Move on from him sneaking into your room at night? Move on from the I love yous? Move on from the stolen kisses?
He moved on, got a new girlfriend. He was great without you.
But without him? You were piecing yourself back together like a stack of cards willing to fall with one wrong move.
You wished it was that easy.
Eddie was a huge help. He said song-writing was a good cure. So that’s what you spent doing. It helped express your emotions.
“Look at him.” You sighed, turning to Steve at lunch.
“He’s- he’s ok.” You added broken, stabbing at the disgusting potatoes.
Steve didn’t know what to say but he hated watching his best friend so upset over a douche like Billy Hargrove.
I’ve lost mind, I’ve spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom
After you ran away from the breakup, crime scene. You called Steve crying and he was busting into your room in ten minutes, when he lived twenty.
That night you clung to Steve on the white tile next to porcelain sinks. Your sobs echoing in the space.
“Was.. was I just not good enough for him? Maybe if I was more rebellious; smoked when he offered? Would that have made him stay?” You choked on your sobs.
Steve shook his head wiping the tears with his thumb, “No, sweetheart, you were more than enough for him. You’re perfect, don’t change for that boy or any boy.”
You continued to cry wanting answers. Those answers would come another time you thought as you laid your head on Steve’s shoulder and fell asleep.
But you’re so unaffected, I don’t get it
But I guess good for you
Once you bumped into Billy at a party. You throat bobbing, palms sweating and heart racing. Maybe he was going to-
“Sorry, Y/L/N.” He chuckled, “didn’t see you there? Are you alright?”
A cigarette loosely hanging from his lips and you were shocked again. He didn’t even fucking care. He acted as if you were a peer and not your lover. You sighed, trying to recover.
“I’m alright.” Lie. “Are you alright?”
“Splendid.”
“Oh, good for you.” You gave a gentle grin before walking away
Well, good for you I guess you’re getting everything you want
Bought a new car and your career is really taking off
Billy bought a new blue car. Shamelessly, showing it off by pulling into Hawkins high, with his girlfriend and Max Mayfield piling out.
You sighed hiding your face in your locker.
Eddie’s song therapy was really helping. You were getting your new song ready for you to preform with his band.
You were coping with it. Still bitter, but getting better.
It’s like we never even happened
Baby, what the fuck is up with that?
Billy was turn to you in class; ask for a pencil or a homework answer. The first time you asked your heart was racing maybe you would rekindle.
Wrong.
“L/N, what’s number five?”
“25.” You answered promptly, finishing the worksheet.
“Thanks, Doll.”
You rolled your eyes.
—
“Hey, cheerleader.” You didn’t think he was talking to you until a shadow was blocking the sun. You sighed, rolling your shoulders back and plastering a fake smile.
“Yes?”
“Really cool flip out there.” You nodded, a tight smile present
“Thank you, but I really need to get back to practice.”
Remember when you swore to God that I was the only person who got you?
Well screw that and screw you.
Tonight was a summer evening with lips pressed upon other lips and empty promises that will never be fulfilled.
Billy told you he loved you tonight and you eagerly reciprocated the words back to him.
He told you about his father, only because you kept having to patch him up.
“I swear to God baby,” he muttered peppering kisses, “your the only person that gets me. No one else understands you like you understand me. It’s like it was written in the stars.”
Total bullshit.
Does that new girl understand you like you did? Does that new girl know more? It’s interesting, really. Because she didnt know billy like you did.
You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do
Steve sighed watching you stab your rotten food from the cafeteria.
“It’s like he’s so perfectly fine.” You muttered.
“Maybe he hurts, and he’s coping this way.”
You both knew that wasn’t true.
Your song was finished by this point and you were going to be singing with corroded coffin at a party Steve was hosting.
As you adjusted your mic, Eddie gave you a gentle smile and you knew you were going to be okay.
When it was time to go after corroded opened, Eddie chuckled,
“I might be the freak you all hate. But there’s got to be one girl think that, and there is. She’s here to preform a special song tonight, give it up for Y/N L/N!”
The crowd was shocked but cheered once you entered the stage, taking your mic.
“Thanks, Eds, you’re so sweet, but I think it’s time that we start jamming.”
The chorus was on now, and you hopped off the stage taking the mic with you.
“Well, good for you, happy, healthy,
Not me if you ever cared to ask.
Good for you, you’re doing great out there without me, baby
God I wish I could do that.”
That’s when you saw him, staring at you. He was in the front, you grinned hoping he got the message.
You kept eye contact for the rest of your singing.
“I’ve lost my mind, crying on the floor of my bathroom
But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it”
Billy was so close to you now, you could smell the smoke and his cologne.
Keep it together now. You were so close.
The bridge was now here and you grabbed Billy’s chin making him look into your eyes.
“Maybe I’m too emotional
But, your apathy is like a wound in salt.
Maybe im too emotional,
But maybe you never cared at all.”
You spoke like it was a secret, between you two.
“Maybe I’m to emotional
But your apathy is like a wound in salt.”
Your voice grew and your nails were gripping into his jawline having to make him look at you. You let go the nail imprints there walking back onto the stage
“Maybe I’m too emotional
Or maybe you never cared at all.”
Billy was watching you and something in him was fighting to break to the surface. You were singing but about what? His car crashed a few weeks before your breakup but he couldn’t remember anything since the car crash.
Why did you seem upset? Who did he need to hurt to make sure you were feeling better. Something was controlling Billy in his mind and he was acting out.
He needed to beat the shit out of this thing and win you back.
The mindflayer was controlling Billy and you needed to beat the mindflayer before you lost your boy forever. You only knew about the upside down because of your best friend Steve.
“Well, good for you, you look happy healthy
Not me if you ever cared to ask
Good for you, you’re doing great out there without me baby
Like a damn sociopath!
I’ve lost my mind, crying on the floor of my bathroom
But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it
But I guess good for you”
You took a breath, turning around to make eye contact with your ex lover as the words you sang struck through his heart.
“Good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.”
After the song, adrenaline pumping. You jumped into Eddie’s arms when you made it to a secluded place with your friends.
“That was so fucking sick!” Eddie grinned, picking you up and twirling around.
You giggled, but as soon as he put you down. A man cleared his throat, making you turn.
“Y/N, can we, uh, talk?” Billy was leaning against the doorframe. He looked disheveled so you agreed.
He led you out to gravel outside, you kicking a loose pebble under your converse.
“What’s up?”
“I need your help.”
Your eyebrows rose, hands on hips, and your head was tilted to the right.
“With what, Hargrove?”
“Right after our anniversary I got in a car crash and I remember nothing after that.”
“Nothing? You don’t remember us breaking up? You have a new girlfriend now? Bullshit. You’re lying.”
“I’m not lying.” His voice raised, but he regretted, pinching the bridge of his nose letting out air through his nostrils. “Look, babe.”
“Billy, I’m not your babe anymore.”
You were almost over him.
Almost.
The universe hates you.
His heart broke a little at your words, “Help me fight this controller. He speaks to me. He tells me things; like, like he likes it cold.”
Your eyes widened. Will had said the exact same thing which all pointed to the mindflayer. You grabbed his wrist and grabbed Steve’s shoving them in a tiny bathroom and locking the door
“I’m not into threesomes Y/N-“
(That’s not what the Eddie x Steve x reader fanfics say. Anyway)
“Steve, shut up.” You explained the situation to him and he nodded.
“Oh. Oh shit.”
The next night you were in the mall of Starcourt and finally destroying the mind flayer. Billy tried to sacrifice himself and you tackled him out of the way before he could. Dustin was screaming at Joyce to close the gate and she did.
You and Billy got back together. The fights never there and you would go to the pool and reserve a spot next to the lifeguard so you could talk to your boyfriend.
Pairings: billy Hargrove x fem!reader, brother!Steve Harrington x sister!reader
Summary: billy hargrove is your knight in leather jacket
Warnings: smut!!, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, riding, fingering, degrading, use of pet names, swearing, smoking, plot not just smut, jason carver, oral sex (both)
A/N: hands and knees for dacre.
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Let’s be honest. You were always into Billy Hargrove. The first time you noticed him was when you were babysitting for Max Mayfield.
Your friends always ran around with his friends and your friends were always fanning themselves when he walked past in the hallway. He was an asshole, but his ass was nice when he walked away. You didn’t embarrass yourself like your friends did.
It was a fact he was hot. You thought Eddie Munson was too. It didn’t mean anything, it’s just you thought he was.
The first time you actually talked to him was in the kitchen of their house, you swallowed, “So, sorry, excuse me.” You went to move past him.
“Y/N Harrington?” He chuckled, turning on his heel following you.
You hummed gently, “Hi.”
“Looking for me?” He grinned tilting his head, a cigarette between his lips.
“You wish, Hargrove.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m not one of your fangirls.”
He rose his eyebrows in interest, your moment was interrupted by a redhead walking in, “Ready, Y/N/N?” She looked at you with wide eyes before she turned to her step-brother, “oh, hey, Billy.”
“Hey, Max.” You walked towards the front door. Max said bye to Billy. Once Max exited, he winked at you. You have a gentle smile before closing the door behind you.
Billy was planning on ruining you.
You planned on taking Max to the arcade, you liked her younger group of friends anyway. Sad, you were hanging out with middle schoolers. Not like you cared, they were more real then your friend group between the walls of Hawkins High. A wretched place.
Max smirked at you, which you saw out of the corner of your eye, “Billy has never been that nice to anyone.”
“Really? I’m not surprised.” Your eyebrows rose, never taking your eyes off the road.
“It was like something kicked into him or something, just by the way he looked at you?”
“Like what? A piece of meat to a hungry dog? It’s how teenage boys like Billy Hargrove look at girls. They can’t control their dick in their pants.”
You glanced at her before looking back to the road.
“It was different then the usual ‘one night stand’ look. It was more of something I want a guy to look at me that one day.”
“Look, I’ve been in high school the last three years and I’ve never had a boyfriend. It’s ok, no matter the wait.”
You parked the car and hopped out, walking towards the front door. “No way! There’s no way you haven’t had a boyfriend? I mean.. I mean look at you.”
“Thank you, Max. I’ve been on dates, none of them were my type. Too preppy, too much like me. I need some kind of danger to my set-out life.”
Max nodded and you two didn’t speak of the subject much more when she saw her friends at the arcade. Dustin Henderson showed you how to destroy at Pac-Man.
The next time was when you went out with your brother’s friends. It was a loud party, that’s for sure. You always attended these things because your brother loved them.
Steve was off with his girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. You felt bad, noticing Nancy was acting odder and odder. You conversed with Robin Buckley, a peer who you partnered with projects a lot.
After she went off to her friends, you stayed in the corner playing with an alcoholic drink. You caught Jason Carver’s eye standing there, just apparently looking so desperate for a man.
“Hi there, Doll.” He smirked, leaning against the wall adjacent to you.
“Hi, Jason.” You nodded, curtly. Your mother taught you well about manners, a pretty girl with a pretty attitude. Your brother taught you to fight fierce, with claws.
“You looked lonely.”
“Did I? That’s unpleasant.” You frowned. He was thicker than your brothers hair, you realized, when he didn’t get your sarcastic comment.
“Maybe, we could head back up to my room? Ditch the party…” he was in front of you now. His fingers trailing down your jawline down to the spaghetti strap of your top. “..ditch the clothes.” He pulled the strap letting it pop against your skin. You tried leaning away from his touch, but it didn’t work.
You prayed Steve would notice this. If he was even around. You didn’t know Nancy was telling him their relationship was bullshit.
You were a big girl, you could get out of this situation politely. You put your hands on his chest, pushing his back. “Sorry, Jason. I don’t want my brother skin you.”
Yes you do. Anyway.
“Come on, Darling. You know I’ve been crushing on you for awhile.”
“How sweet, tell me when you’re sober, Jason.” You tried walking away, he latched his hand around your wrist.
“Just one night?”
“Look, Jason, I said-“
“She said no, now get your hands off you before I rip them off you.” Billy Hargrove, knight in leather jacket to your rescue.
Jason, who practically kneeled before Billy let go of you. “Sorry, Y/N.”
You frowned. Jason would only apologize because you had a man behind you. Jason stalked off and you turned to Billy.
You let out a breath of air, “Thank you.”
“Course, Y/N. You were minding your own business and he had the nerve. I’m just glad, Harrington didn’t see this scene. As much as I would love for your brother to lose another fight, you are worth winning.”
You giggled and he grinned. Your laugh was so pretty.
“Do you want to leave this place? Not quite my scene? We can grab a bottle of tequila here and then find a secluded spot?”
“Are you trying to get in my pants, Hargrove?” You rose a brow, and he gave a cheeky grin.
“If you want me to be.” You rolled your eyes shoving him in the chest.
“Come on, Lover Boy.” You were walking towards his car.
As Billy drove, you leaned back in the seat, enjoying the wind from the open window. Billy had a cigarette hanging from his lips, speeding through the back roads. You leaned forward, grabbing his cigarette, putting it between your lips taking a long drag.
His jaw clenched and his pants tightened. You were so hot.
He chuckled pulling over to a grassy hill, putting the car in park. “I didn’t know the Harrington sister would smoke?”
“I do a lot of things that’d disgrace the Harrington name.”
He smirked to himself taking the cigarette back.
That night you really got to know Billy. You two were talking until sunrise and you turned out to really like who he was. He dropped you off at your house and you pecked his cheek before walking inside to the Harrington residence.
You might be the death of him.
Billy Hargrove found you in crowds easier. He’d wink and you’d roll your eyes when your friends fought over who he winked at.
Max wanted to have a movie night when you were babysitting her and her friends came over. They didn’t even think of you as a babysitter but more of a friend.
Billy walked in asking if he could join. Max said sure and shot you a look when he sat next to you on the couch.
Billy whispered dirty jokes, you swatted him in the chest. “There’s kids!” Even through your scolding you couldn’t find the blush in your cheeks.
He shrugged with a knowing grin.
Billy even asked Tommy and Carol about you. They were surprised in his interest about you. That’s when those two started showing up at your locker, sweet-talking you.
Your friends had wanted to go to the theaters and you agreed. Billy was there, when you got bored. You and him left the showing room hiding in the bathroom, giggling like school girls.
“Oh billy! You’re so strong, carrying that popcorn.” You mimicked one your friends which had said that.
Billy chuckled, “Jealous?”
You paused.
His smirk grew wider. He asked if you wanted to go on one of your drives where you guys would share a cigarette. Tonight, in that grassy lot, Billy and you were in the backseat making out. He hands were exploring your body. Your tongues fighting in the kiss.
You pulled back, you two sharing idiotic smiles. Billy had his mouth open, his tongue out. You flicked your gaze from his to the tongue back to his. You took your chance and licked up his tongue.
That’s about how far you went that night. Though there were more nights that led to more.
After a party, Billy was trying to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t for the whole time. Not with you leaning your head out the window, your hair catching the wind.
Giggling you pulled back in, his cigarette in your lips. You took a drag settling back in.
“How far is our spot?”
“Ten minutes, why?” You smirked leaning back of the console to Billy to let him take a drag. While you were close enough, you whispered.
“I’m not wearing panties under this dress, y’know? Maybe I can get started.” His hands tightened thinking about how your dress hardly fell over the curve of your ass and you had no panties.
Trying to recover, he smirked, “Naughty girl, Harrington.”
“Very.” You agreed leaning back against the headrest. Your hand traveling down to your cunt, swiping up your arousal. You showed him your sticky fingers. “Look, Billy,” you cooed. “Already. Just for you.”
“Fuck, Y/N.”
You smiled, placing your fingers in your mouth, moaning at the taste. “If only if you could taste it right now.”
You took your fingers toying with your clit, you put two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out. Your moans causing Billy to press the gas pedal harder. “Oh, Billy!” You cried, imagining it was his dick thrusting into you.
Your fingers sped up, Billy groaned at you moaning for him. “Do not cum yet, Y/N.”
You pulled your fingers out, sticking them in his mouth to let him suck on your taste. “Sir, yes sir.”
Billy pulled into your spot unbuckling you both pulling you out of the vehicle. Setting you on his hood , hiking your dress up.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby.” He murmured kissing down your sternum. “But such a slut for fingering yourself in front of me. Did you wish it was my dick in that cunt? Do you want my fingers in you?” You whined.
“Words.”
“Yes, dammit, Billy. Fuck me or I’ll fuck myself.” He chuckled, squatting down, eye level with your cunt. He pulled your legs forward closer. You laid out on the hood of his blue car. He swirled his tongue in your cunt lapping like a hungry man.
You screamed in the hills, crying his name out. “Billy, billy, fuck, billy.” You cried, grabbing his hair trying to get as much friction as possible.
“I’m almost there, shit.” He added two fingers.
“Come on baby, cum in my mouth.” His words sent you over the edge into your high, his tongue fucking you. You were exhausted coming off of it, but you wanted more.
You unzipped him, palming him in his boxers, he groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart.” You pulled down the boxers. You hopped off the car, getting on your knees.
You licked the pre-cum, “Oh, baby.”
You took him in his mouth, moving up and down bobbing. He groaned feral-like, tossing his head back.
His fingers grabbed your hair making you take him whole, you gagged but then you were able to bob on him again.
“Almost there. I want you to swallow it.” You licked up the shaft before taking him in your mouth again. You hollowed your cheeks moving faster. He came with a loud moan, you swallowed his cum.
The next time you were at the grassy hill. You didn’t leave the car, back in the backseat. Billy was sitting up and you were riding him.
You bounced up and down, panting and sweating. You thrusting him into you, continually hitting your sweet spot. “So good, taking all of me. Aren’t you?”
You were cockdrunk, dumbly nodding trying you best to please him.”
You rolled your hips before back to bouncing. Billy took a drag in your face and you whimpered.
“Want a drag? Here, baby.” He held the cigarette to your lips and you took a drag. You leaned down making marks on him.
“Everyone better fucking know that you belong to me. Even my fucking friends.” He grinned beginning to make marks on your neck.
“I am yours and you are mine.”
“Always.”
You came and he released shortly after. You fell asleep in his arms that night.
You and Billy weren’t official but you didn’t know what you were. Max smirked at the love bites on your neck. “Billy has matching ones?”
You blushed avoiding the questions.
Billy rang your doorbell with flowers, but you didn’t answer. Steve did.
“Steve Harrington, hey.”
Steve was confused, “You need something?”
“I’m here to ask your sister to be my girlfriend. These are for your mom, but do I have your blessing? I’m still going to ask her if you give it or not.”
“I figured, but I don’t care. Y/n!”
“What the fuck do you want Steve?”
“Your man is here.” They both heard running down the stairs,
“Hi.” You whispered breathlessly.” Billy handed the brother the flowers and Steve sighed getting a vase with water putting the bouquet in the vase.
Billy kissed you, “I figured I needed to do this right? Want to be mine, officially?” You giggled kissing him.
I barely ever ask and i don't even know how to lmao
But if request are open, can i request headcanons of Harry and Draco with a Fem reader who is half Latin? Im from Latam and i'd really like to see their reactions to her cursing and speaking her native language occasionally. It would be a blessing if she could have the classical Latinoamerican natural tanned skin ( bonus if her hair is long to the butt)
Have a wonderful day and feel free to ignore if you want to❤
HeadCanons w/ Draco and And Harry
pairings: draco x fem!latina!reader , Harry x fem!latina!reader
Summary: the request
Warnings: swearing,
A/N: I’m not Latina myself so I did a lot of research and if I got anything wrong I tried my best
Harry Potter:
The boy who lived was entranced by you the moment he saw you
He didn’t know whether it was your hair or the way you carried yourself but he had to get to know you
And you. Well you’re one of the friendliest people all in Hogwarts so you and him became quick friends
You were a social floater and you didn’t stick to just one group of friends so you were kind of everywhere. Always invited to everything
Once you and Harry started dating you ended up being really comfortable around him
Harry also loves your really long hair and you let him braid it. Sometimes.
Usually when you were just talking to yourself you’d speak Spanish, “esto es tan estúpido” which something you said a lot in class
(This is so stupid)
The first time Harry heard you swear it caught him off guard. You seemed so sweet for something with such a dirty mouth.
You and your brother who was two years older than you would casually speak Spanish in the hallways or at breakfast so no one could understand you
It only entranced Harry more
Draco Malfoy:
When he first saw you it was like all out, jaw dropping, fireworks, sparkles, love eyes, all of it
You were everything he wasn’t
You have long brown hair all the way down to yo butt with natural tanned complexion.
In contrast to him a platinum blonde with fair skin and grey eyes
Draco had to win you over
It started with walking you to class or occasional flowers with a stupid cheesy line to go with it
You adored it though
It wasn’t long until you were the “it” couple that no one expected
Draco saw you as the perfect angel. He was even more entranced when your casual Spanish conversations were fluent
The first time you swore around him, he whipped his head back and chuckled at you, who had slammed your hand into the cabinet.
Your swearing was more frequent after that. Getting comfortable and all
Draco always gave you praises murmuring that you were the most gorgeous girl in the world
You’d flush and grin
When he met your parents, he said it was the best home-cooked meal he’s had in a long time:
You taught him more and more about you and your culture a little bit everyday
i really hope these charlie requests aren’t getting repetitive for you but i’m glad someone’s writing for him! could you write an argument with charlie? maybe he gets jealous or protective? i loved your charlie one shot where reader is the twin’s best friend and charlie and her have an age gap 🤩 that was such a good fic xx
You Can’t Control Who I Date|Charlie Weasley
pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader
Summary: Charlie hates when you bring dates around and talks down about them, but at Ginny’s birthday you get into a screaming match.
Warnings: jealousy, drinking, kissing, swearing, after the war, FRED IS ALIVE, cheating I guess, charlie scared of rejection
A/N: tbh idk if I could ever get tired of Charlie requests!
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[charlie weasley masterlist]
It was Ginny Weasley’s, well now Ginny Potter’s birthday. So, for her birthday, she got the group together.
She invited, Harry, her husband, Fred and George, ron, hermione, bill, you and Charlie.
You always had a crush on Charlie. You never admitted it to him. You were in England and he was in Romania. Charlie always liked you and was jealous whenever you brought guys around.
This time was no different. You tried to move on from your childhood crush, but it never worked. No guy was him. They were never Charlie.
Charlie’s grip tightened on his glass when you walked in with a lanky, blonde boy.
“You know,” his sister, Ginny, started, “It would be better if you just told her and stopped getting mad when she brings guys around.”
Fred snickered, patting Charlie’s shoulder, “You can fight dragons but cant talk to a sweet girl like Y/N? Pathetic, Charles.”
Charlie huffed taking a swig of his drink.
You and your date took a seat at the table, squeezed between him and Charlie. You and Charlie were always friends through Hogwarts and it didn’t take long for you to begin crushing on the handsome boy. Then he told you of his plans after school, there was no way he wanted to settle down.
“Hi, guys.” You smiled at the table, “This is Richard.” The blonde waved, slinging his arm over the back of your chair. Charlie was seething, especially when Richard whispered for only your ears. He got up and left.
“Where does his work?” George offered.
“Ministry. Department of Magical games.” Charlie scoffed and you narrowed your eyes.
“What is wrong with you, Charlie?”
“You can get someone better than that.” You rolled your eyes ignoring him. He always made comments like that.
“Not right now, Charlie. We’re celebrating your sister.”
He took another swig. Your date came with two drinks.
After a couple of drinks you took Hermione and Ginny with you to the dance floor. Crammed bodies and loud music.
“I just don’t get it.” You shouted over the music. “Why does Charlie not want me to be happy.”
The girls both knew why. Though they didn’t speak on it.
Richard came out on the dance floor pulling you close to him, swaying to the music together.
But back at the table, Charlie was watching with angry eyes.
“If you keep staring at her like that, you might just break your drink.” Ron snickered at Fred’s comment. Richards hands were too adventurous grabbing your butt before landing them on your waist swaying together.
“Well, she shouldn’t be with him. He’s not good for her.”
“Who is then?” George egged on with raised eyebrows.
“I.. I don’t know.” Charlie muttered.
“Come on, Charlie.” Harry took a sip of his drink. “She likes you.”
“Obviously not.”
“She does look real comfy with Richard.” Ron added. Fred sent him a ‘not helping’ look.
Richard left you again and Charlie decided he needed bathroom. He opened the door. On the countertop was a girl he’d never seen before and Richard, your date, with his tongue down her throat. Charlie slammed the door closed.
He made his way through the dance floor, finding you with Ginny and Hermione. He latched a hand around your wrist and pulled you out of the club.
Now here you were on a rainy sidewalk. The rain pounded and Charlie was seeing red. “Charlie! What the fuck?“ you shouted.
“I don’t like Richard.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m sure you don’t! You never like any guy I bring around.” You scoffed, pointing at him.
“For good reasons.” His voice raised matching yours.
“Yeah, because he has an office job? Maybe I want to finally settle down, Charlie. Just because you don’t want to doesn’t meant your best friend can’t!”
“That’s not the point.” You scoffed again. “I want to settle down someday.”
“Well, I don’t want to wait around.”
Charlie sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t like Richard!”
“Why? Why not Charlie?”
“He was kissing another girl in the bathroom.” Your feet faltered.
“He was?” You asked tilting your head. You were never going to fall in love. “Well, how do I know that’s the truth?”
“What the fuck? It is the fucking truth? I’m your best friend why would I fucking lie about that shit?”
“Well, you haven’t been acting like a best friend lately. It’s like you dont want me to be happy!”
“No, I do. Just not with him!”
“If not him, then who?”
“Me. Fucking me!” He said exasperated. “I want you to be happy with me! I want you to settle down with me. I want to settle down with you! I’ve been too scared to tell my feelings since Hogwarts.”
“Stop. Stop playing with me.” You said shaking your head facing your feet.
“Love, I’m not.” His voice soft and hoarse after the yelling. “I’m in love with you.” He walked closer pulling your chin up to face him.
You couldn’t keep back anymore. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your lips on his. You sighed when he didn’t kiss you back and pulled away.
Charlie finally came to his senses kissing you this time. Charlie pulled you in by your waist and slipped his tongue in your mouth; only parting for air.
“I love you.” You both whispered at the same time.
“YAY!!” Multiple voices cheered at the same time. It was Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Harry, And Ginny.
They had been listening the whole time. You blushed hiding your face in Charlie’s chest, who chuckled winking at them.
Warnings: pureblood reader, swearing, kissing ig, underage drinking, Lucius, fake relationship, sexual harassment and assault
A/N: TYSM for 102 followers! I thought all my writing pieces would just flop
You had always been best friends with Narcissa Black. You two had always been close throughout childhood. Your parents were great friends and her cousins were always around. That included Sirius Black.
Sirius didn’t even bother to talk to you ever. You assumed he was a snob. The only ones you liked on his side was Regulus Black and his parents.
When you started Hogwarts, you were tied up with the Slytherins but you also had friends on the side of Gryffindor. Your first friend outside your little circle was Remus Lupin. What a sweetheart.
You and Remus were fast friends and you were worried sick about him always being gone. You quickly caught on to him being a werewolf. He thought you didn’t want to be friends anymore but you assured him that wasn’t the case. He said his three roommates, Sirius, Peter, and James also figured out his secret.
You got older and you hung around the marauders the same amount you hung out with your Slytherin friends. You began to distance yourself 6th year when Lucius had began to crush on you.
When you caught a glimpse of platinum, you hid in a broom closet or ran to your class. You couldn’t always escape.
“Hey, L/N.” Lucius had found you in the library. You were tightly tucked away from everyone or so you wished.
“Malfoy.” You didn’t spare him a glance from your book flipping the page. 
“You know. All our friends think we’d be cute together. I uh kinda agree.”
You flicked your gaze up. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He grinned, thinking he had won you over
“Cool. Narcissa thinks I’d look cute with a Hufflepuff boy too. She always says things like that.” You gave him an innocent smile. He sighed taking a seat.
Did you ask him to sit down? No. So what the fuck was he doing?
“You know what I mean.” His hand found yours placing it on top of it. He stroked it meaningfully, painfully unaware of the eyes burning into the back of his head. Though, those eyes didn’t see you drag your hand away.
“Ugh!” Sirius huffed turning back to his book being shushed by his friend, Remus.
The marauders decided they needed to study that afternoon, but the shaggy-haired boy couldn’t focus. He kept looking at you, glancing up from his book. Now he was chewing his bottom lip raw watching Lucius Malfoy try to advance on you.
“You should just talk to her.” Remus added and Sirius shot him a look before looking back at you.
“Moony, that’d be too hard.” James snickered
Sirius flipped them off with a close of his book.
That evening was the celebration of Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup. Somehow Slytherins found themselves that they were invited. Though, they weren’t causing problems so no one really minded.
You were standing by yourself at the window leaning against the wall with a small sigh of relief. You were finally alone. Or so you thought.
Lucius grinned, placing a hand beside your head. You were caged in. He had an awful musky scent which had you scrunching your nose in distaste.
“Come on y/n, why won’t you go on a date with me?”
You sighed glancing around the room before a boy with black hair caught your eye, “Because, Lucius, I have a boyfriend.”
This caused him to shoot his eyebrows up. “Who?”
You slipped out from under his arms and walked over to the marauders. “Sirius. Please, please just play along.” That’s all you could get in before you slid yourself onto Sirius’ lap.
Lucius joined y’all at the table. “Now y/n is saying she can’t go on a date with me, because she’s dating you.” The Slytherin spat pointing at Sirius.
The prankster had caught on it seems, getting himself comfortable. He rested his chin on your shoulder tenderly kissing it. “This is my girlfriend, Malfoy.”
“How! How is she dating you!?”
“I ask myself the same thing.”
You turned kissing him on the lips. Sirius could faint. His dreams being a short, fake reality for him. Your lips tasted of strawberry lip gloss. Oh lord.
“Siri,” you batted your doe eyes at him. “I’m dating him because I like him.” You shrugged. “He’s cute and so sweet to me.”
Lucius rolled his eyes, stalking off.
You went to slide off his lap but Sirius kept you planted there. “No, we gotta sell it.”
You nodded realizing Lucius was still watching you. So you got comfortable leaning against his chest letting your head lean against his. Your heart was thumping and so was his.
Hearts rattling against chests, Lucius’ eyes burning into them, their friends jaws dropped trying to remain calm, Narcissa smirking against the wall with Bellatrix and Andromeda.
“Well played.” Remus commented taking a sip of his butter beer. You frowned,
“Remus, that’s another scar. On your nose. What happened this time?” Remus sighed, consciously rubbing it.
“Clawed, I suppose.”
You sighed, comfortable with Sirius who’s face was beet red. “Siri.” You muttered playing with his fingers resting on your lap.
“Hm, love?”
“Thank you. Thank you for playing along. I know you might be frustrated all the single girls staring at us, but you’re the best.”
“I know I am.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes a smile on your face. “But no worries, darling. He should stay away from you. I’ll be your hero whenever you need me.”
After that night, it was a unspoken agreement. Whenever Lucius was around trying to advance on you, Sirius had his arm slung over your shoulders whispering jokes in your ear.
Sirius would walk with you to class, kiss you at the door to make sure Lucius noticed.
When you hung out with the Slytherins, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy always made comments about Sirius and you. You just ignored them.
You were having a blast. You had fallen head of heels for Sirius with acting as a couple, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You didn’t want to ruin this thing you had going on with your true feelings. If only you knew Sirius felt the same way.
“Sirius, you’ve got to tell her.” James said, exasperatingly. He adjusted his glasses on his nose.
“I.. she doesn’t like me that way, Prongs.”
“Yes she does!” Peter, Remus and James all said at the same time.
“Whatever.”
Well that what was happening at the Gryffindor common room that evening.
You were trying to get back to your y/h’s common room. Your tutoring session with a second year hufflepuff had run over.
You tripped over your own shoe, dropping all your books on the ground. “Fucking hell.” You muttered trying to pick up the scattered parchments and books.
“What a dirty mouth for a pretty girl.” You looked up. Malfoy, Snape, Crabbe, and Goyle we’re staring down at you. All of them but Lucius had their arms crossed. He leaned down to help you pick up your books.
“Thanks.” You muttered holding your books close to your chest.
“Why are you helping the whore?” Snape spat.
You looked up, “Excuse me?”
“Don’t call her that.” Lucius hissed, stepping forward running his hand through your hair.
“Please, don’t touch me.”
Crabbe knocked your books out of your hand again. This time Goyle pinned both arms behind your back.
Lucius stroked your jawline. Snape ripped your shirt. “Let’s see the whore for what she’s worth.”
“Stop!” You cried.
“I’ll make them stop, babygirl.” You let out a sigh of relief, “If you come back with me to my dorm tonight.” Snape moved to rip off your skirt.
“What’s going on down this corridor?” A prefect. thank goodness. And not just any prefect. Remus.
Remus, nor the rest of marauders could see you being blocked from their vision by Crabbe.
“This isn’t your hall, Lupin.”
“Well I heard someone screaming stop. I might as well make sure nothing is going on here. What are you three doing anyway.” Lucius had his hand pressed against your mouth to shut your whimpering up. Snape ripped your skirt, the fabric echoing through the hall.
“Who else is there?” Sirius called. He was worried that you didn’t return to the Gryffindor common room to say goodnight. He hated you being alone in the corridors. It’s not that he didn’t trust you but more of a protective manner.
“None of your business, Black.”
“Just a little whore who got caught alone. Her boyfriend not bothering to care.” Sirius’ brows furrowed.
“What’re you going on about, Snape.” This was James now.
You were helpless but at least your boys were here; Remus James Peter and Sirius. At least your Sirius was here.
You took the distracted moment to kick the crouched Snape in his face and he fell back on his arse with a groan. Lucius turned to the greasy haired boy but then he was screaming In pain after you bit down his hand.
“Salazar, you’re crazy!” The platinum groaned. Crabbe let go of you and you pulled Lucius by the collar.
“Treat any girl like that again, and I’ll slit your throat.” You spat dropping him to the ground. Sirius ran over to you, embracing you quickly before he turned to Lucius.
He crouched by his face, “Touch my girl like that again. I dare you.” Sirius stood slamming his foot into the boys face before hurrying you back to the common room.
Sirius covered you up with his jacket the way to the common room. He was seething with anger but always giving those soft eyes.
He sat you down on his bed and the other three scurried away. It was just Sirius and you.
“I’m sorry this happened.” Sirius sighed handing you a shirt of his and some boxers.
“It’s ok, Siri. You stopped him.” You gave him a soft smile. “You were there before anything else happened.”
“I know, I should’ve waited for you at the library.”
You shook your head, “You couldn’t have known, Sweet Boy.”
He nodded leaning forward resting his head against your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
“I just.. I love you too much to watch that happen.”
You both took a minute to realize what he said before he brought his head up with wide eyes. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that- I-“
You cut him off by pulling his collar towards you in a searing kiss. You only parted for air resting against foreheads, “Just so you know, I love you more.”
Could you do a head canon/imagine type thing with what you think Charlie Weasley would be like as a bed partner? ❤️
I Love The Way You Love Me|Charlie Weasley
pairings: charlie weasley x fem!reader
Summary: you love how Charlie loves you.. in bed
warnings: smut, 18+, p in v, fingering, oral fem!recieving, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)some rough sex , mostly soft sex, fluff, use of pet names. Oral male!recieving, riding, spanking, shower sex
A/N: first smut lol.
You and Charlie had been together for the last three years, officially. It all started after a wedding you were both in the bridal party of. During the reception, you and Charlie were outside the venue sharing a bottle of firewhiskey.
You had always been friends. Friends that flirted with each other, borderline romantic and platonic.
Next thing you know the empty bottle of firewhiskey was dropped, and Charlie had grasped your hand as you both found an empty shed. The door was closed shut and you were against it. Charlie’s mouth had found yours in a passionate lingering kiss.
Your tongues were intertwined and his hands that had been at home on your waist were now finding the hem of your dress. He pulled away and you whined from the separation,
“Is this okay?” A soft question in a heated moment, “Can I lift your dress up?”
“Lift it, Weasley or I’ll take it off myself.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, lifting the dress off of you.
“Merlin, you’re gorgeous baby.” He whispered kissing down your sternum. His fingers fiddling with the bra clasp. Before he lifted his head to ask, you unclamped it for him.
He chuckled into your chest, sending vibrations through your body. Your panties were soaked.
His mouth took a boob in his mouth. His tongue flicking it back and forth. His other hand didn’t dare to leave the other tit lonely and his hand squeezed and flicked it. Fondling it lovingly. You gasped a moan at the nipping from his teeth.
Charlie left your boobs and brought his face back up to you. “Do you want to do this?”
“Yes, fuck, Charlie.” You were needy and your hands struggled to unbuckle his belt. He chuckled dropping his pants and boxers and you felt yourself leak some more when you realized just how big he was.
His hand from your clothed heat and he chuckled huskily in your ear. “So wet and just for me?” You whined as you watched him swipe your juices with three fingers and put it in his mouth.
Charlie pulled your panties down in a haste. He patted your arse and you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. You ripped off his shirt, practically drooling at his muscles and freckles. “Merlin, you’re so hot.” You muttered.
He chuckled as his tip prodded your entrance before he entered you. You moaned grabbing at his shoulders your nails leaving marks in his flesh. “You alright, love? Are you okay?”
You nodded your cunt clenching around his dick, “It feels so good, Charlie.” You whispered.
Charlie pulled out of you and thrusted his hips into yours. Your moans of pleasure and calling out his name made him thrust into your cunt faster.
You sucked on his neck nipping at it. It was sure to leave a hickey on his collarbones.
“Fuck, Charlie! I’m almost there.”
“Me too, baby. Come on!” Your cunt clenched before you came and released into him. Moments later he came into you.
“You’re so hot.” He praised kissing you again and again.
After he pulled out, you cleaned each other up. As you both got dress you notice him shove your panties into his pocket, it made you grin.
You two said it was a one time thing.
It wasn’t.
More late nights, more can I come overs, more I need you right nows, all turned into a first date at Florean Fortescues. Soon later you were an official couple. You moved in together after one year.
He still treated you like a goddess in the sheets. Charlie was so sweet in bed. He always asked if you were okay, made sure to always ask, and afterwards he’d run you a bath and you would bathe together.
One night was your traditional muggle movie night. The movie was long forgotten when Charlie picked you and carried you from the living room and dropped you on the bed.
He kept talking about how he couldn’t watch the movie when you were sitting there only wearing a satin robe. He pulled off the robe and grinned.
“You’re always so pretty.”
You flushed.
Charlie kissed your stomach following the line until he was at your heat, eye contact from that position made you even wetter. If Charlie was supposed to be really good with dragons; he was awesome at giving head.
“Babe, come on!” You whined. He just chuckled and his mouth was on your heat.
“What? You want this?” He asked pulling your clit lightly. You moaned. “Yes, Charlie!”
He chuckled diving into your heat. He lapped at you. His tongue swiped it before he added two fingers pumping in and out of you. You were screaming. Your hands going through his hair.
“I’m almost there, baby!” You cried.
You finally released onto his fingers and Charlie grinned sucking on his fingers and swallowing your juices. Holy shit that was hot.
Charlie hovered over you kissing your lips. You took the chance to flip you. He was now pressed against the bed and you were on top of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you dragged your tongue down his happy trail, making sure to keep eye contact.
You pulled his shorts and underwear down to release his length. Charlie sat up leaning against the headboard, “I want you ride me baby.”
You grinned climbing onto his lap sinking yourself into him. You moaned and grabbed his shoulders. After adjusting, you began to roll your hips into him.
“Fuck! Just like that baby.” Charlie hissed.
You turned the rolling into bouncing thrusting Charlie into you. His dick continuing to hit your deep spot. “Perfect, you’re so perfect.”
With the praises you bounced faster, moans falling out of the both of you. He smacked your ass, “Come on, just a little faster! I’m almost there baby girl.” You bounced as fast as you could slamming himself into you. It felt so raw. It felt so good.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Charlie released himself into you and you obtained his juices. You clenched again and released yourself into him. You sighed in exhaustion kissing his shoulder.
Charlie also loved shower sex.
Sunday Mornings were Charlie’s favorite. You would get up lazily. You’d decide to get into the shower after brushing your teeth.
It usually with him pounding in you into the wall.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist and he slammed himself into you and you cried loving it all.
You also loved giving him head in the shower. You took his length in your mouth. The parts you couldn’t take in your mouth you pumped the base with your hand. He’d moan and pull your hair. Hed release himself in your mouth, and you’d swallow it. You’d stand up licking your lips with a grin.
When Charlie couldn’t sleep, cockwarming always helped. You had offered it the first time he couldn’t.
“I cant sleep.” Charlie muttered into your ear.
“Would cockwarming help baby?” You asked turning to face him in bed.
He nodded, “Only if you’re okay with it.”
“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have offered it Charlie.” He smiled pressing a kiss to your head. He slipped himself into your cunt. When you heard his even breathing you knew he had fallen asleep. With your head on his chest you agreed.
Could you do a head canon/imagine type thing with what you think Charlie Weasley would be like as a bed partner? ❤️
I Love The Way You Love Me|Charlie Weasley
pairings: charlie weasley x fem!reader
Summary: you love how Charlie loves you.. in bed
warnings: smut, 18+, p in v, fingering, oral fem!recieving, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)some rough sex , mostly soft sex, fluff, use of pet names. Oral male!recieving, riding, spanking, shower sex
A/N: first smut lol.
You and Charlie had been together for the last three years, officially. It all started after a wedding you were both in the bridal party of. During the reception, you and Charlie were outside the venue sharing a bottle of firewhiskey.
You had always been friends. Friends that flirted with each other, borderline romantic and platonic.
Next thing you know the empty bottle of firewhiskey was dropped, and Charlie had grasped your hand as you both found an empty shed. The door was closed shut and you were against it. Charlie’s mouth had found yours in a passionate lingering kiss.
Your tongues were intertwined and his hands that had been at home on your waist were now finding the hem of your dress. He pulled away and you whined from the separation,
“Is this okay?” A soft question in a heated moment, “Can I lift your dress up?”
“Lift it, Weasley or I’ll take it off myself.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, lifting the dress off of you.
“Merlin, you’re gorgeous baby.” He whispered kissing down your sternum. His fingers fiddling with the bra clasp. Before he lifted his head to ask, you unclamped it for him.
He chuckled into your chest, sending vibrations through your body. Your panties were soaked.
His mouth took a boob in his mouth. His tongue flicking it back and forth. His other hand didn’t dare to leave the other tit lonely and his hand squeezed and flicked it. Fondling it lovingly. You gasped a moan at the nipping from his teeth.
Charlie left your boobs and brought his face back up to you. “Do you want to do this?”
“Yes, fuck, Charlie.” You were needy and your hands struggled to unbuckle his belt. He chuckled dropping his pants and boxers and you felt yourself leak some more when you realized just how big he was.
His hand from your clothed heat and he chuckled huskily in your ear. “So wet and just for me?” You whined as you watched him swipe your juices with three fingers and put it in his mouth.
Charlie pulled your panties down in a haste. He patted your arse and you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. You ripped off his shirt, practically drooling at his muscles and freckles. “Merlin, you’re so hot.” You muttered.
He chuckled as his tip prodded your entrance before he entered you. You moaned grabbing at his shoulders your nails leaving marks in his flesh. “You alright, love? Are you okay?”
You nodded your cunt clenching around his dick, “It feels so good, Charlie.” You whispered.
Charlie pulled out of you and thrusted his hips into yours. Your moans of pleasure and calling out his name made him thrust into your cunt faster.
You sucked on his neck nipping at it. It was sure to leave a hickey on his collarbones.
“Fuck, Charlie! I’m almost there.”
“Me too, baby. Come on!” Your cunt clenched before you came and released into him. Moments later he came into you.
“You’re so hot.” He praised kissing you again and again.
After he pulled out, you cleaned each other up. As you both got dress you notice him shove your panties into his pocket, it made you grin.
You two said it was a one time thing.
It wasn’t.
More late nights, more can I come overs, more I need you right nows, all turned into a first date at Florean Fortescues. Soon later you were an official couple. You moved in together after one year.
He still treated you like a goddess in the sheets. Charlie was so sweet in bed. He always asked if you were okay, made sure to always ask, and afterwards he’d run you a bath and you would bathe together.
One night was your traditional muggle movie night. The movie was long forgotten when Charlie picked you and carried you from the living room and dropped you on the bed.
He kept talking about how he couldn’t watch the movie when you were sitting there only wearing a satin robe. He pulled off the robe and grinned.
“You’re always so pretty.”
You flushed.
Charlie kissed your stomach following the line until he was at your heat, eye contact from that position made you even wetter. If Charlie was supposed to be really good with dragons; he was awesome at giving head.
“Babe, come on!” You whined. He just chuckled and his mouth was on your heat.
“What? You want this?” He asked pulling your clit lightly. You moaned. “Yes, Charlie!”
He chuckled diving into your heat. He lapped at you. His tongue swiped it before he added two fingers pumping in and out of you. You were screaming. Your hands going through his hair.
“I’m almost there, baby!” You cried.
You finally released onto his fingers and Charlie grinned sucking on his fingers and swallowing your juices. Holy shit that was hot.
Charlie hovered over you kissing your lips. You took the chance to flip you. He was now pressed against the bed and you were on top of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you dragged your tongue down his happy trail, making sure to keep eye contact.
You pulled his shorts and underwear down to release his length. Charlie sat up leaning against the headboard, “I want you ride me baby.”
You grinned climbing onto his lap sinking yourself into him. You moaned and grabbed his shoulders. After adjusting, you began to roll your hips into him.
“Fuck! Just like that baby.” Charlie hissed.
You turned the rolling into bouncing thrusting Charlie into you. His dick continuing to hit your deep spot. “Perfect, you’re so perfect.”
With the praises you bounced faster, moans falling out of the both of you. He smacked your ass, “Come on, just a little faster! I’m almost there baby girl.” You bounced as fast as you could slamming himself into you. It felt so raw. It felt so good.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Charlie released himself into you and you obtained his juices. You clenched again and released yourself into him. You sighed in exhaustion kissing his shoulder.
Charlie also loved shower sex.
Sunday Mornings were Charlie’s favorite. You would get up lazily. You’d decide to get into the shower after brushing your teeth.
It usually with him pounding in you into the wall.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist and he slammed himself into you and you cried loving it all.
You also loved giving him head in the shower. You took his length in your mouth. The parts you couldn’t take in your mouth you pumped the base with your hand. He’d moan and pull your hair. Hed release himself in your mouth, and you’d swallow it. You’d stand up licking your lips with a grin.
When Charlie couldn’t sleep, cockwarming always helped. You had offered it the first time he couldn’t.
“I cant sleep.” Charlie muttered into your ear.
“Would cockwarming help baby?” You asked turning to face him in bed.
He nodded, “Only if you’re okay with it.”
“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have offered it Charlie.” He smiled pressing a kiss to your head. He slipped himself into your cunt. When you heard his even breathing you knew he had fallen asleep. With your head on his chest you agreed.
