#fermione

[nickynemeth]

HERMIONE & FP, Riverdale (3x4)

[jeronicajones]

Young Fp and Hermione AU where they go from being enemies to lovers🧡

[orlamccutie]

i love fermione interactions ever since that flashback episode cause all i see is jeronica and what could be

[orlamccutie]

it seems that since hiram is now at the hospital, hermione is gonna work on her own to bring back an hiram-free town which i’m here for and that her first called was to fp and to see the smile he had when she told him it was time is what i’m here for

[scienza-magia]

Osservato il raro decadimento di un mesone K

CERN, ottenute prove di fenomeno ultra raro che potrebbe portare a nuova fisica. Si parla di prime prove che potrebbero portare ad una nuova fisica delle particelle in un nuovo articolo pubblicato sul sito dello Science and Technology Facilities Council (STFC), un’agenzia governativa del Regno Unito, che riprende i risultati di un nuovo esperimento condotto dagli scienziati del CERN. I risultati del progetto, denominato NA62, realizzato dallo stesso istituto britannico in collaborazione con il CERN, sono stati presentati nel corso di una conferenza tenutasi a Praga. I ricercatori sono riusciti ad ottenere le prime prove sperimentali di un decadimento ultra raro, quello di un kaone, definito anche mesone K, carico in un pione carico e due neutrini. I kaoni vengono creati facendo scontrare protoni ad alta energia nel Super Proton Synchrotron (SPS). L’obiettivo finale del progetto è quello di misurare con precisione come il kaone carico decade in un pione e una coppia neutrino-antineutrino. Si tratta di un decadimento molto difficile da catturare e per il quale ora si sono tenute prove sperimentali per la prima volta, un passo fondamentale verso l’obiettivo finale che è la misurazione precisa del decadimento e l’eventuale identificazione di deviazioni dal modello standard. Read the full article

[countingdropsofcolor]

When A Loss Is A Win

This is my third fic ever published and y’all already got me writing smut.

Inspiration: Once again, @fredheads headcanons found here.

Summary: Fred has a rough game and Hermione finds a way to take his mind off it.

Pairings: Fred/Hermione with mentioned Fredsythe and FP/Hermione

Warnings: Smut and language

Background for context: Fred and Hermione are a thing, but he and FP already have a history. Also, it’s important to know (if you didn’t look at the inspo above) that this is Fred’s first time in this... situation.

"God, that game was awful," Fred sighed, slipping his bag off his shoulder and letting it hit the ground. The sound of his bats clanging together echoed a bit in the still night air.

From behind the storage shed where Fred had left his bike, the outfield lights provided just enough illumination that he could see Hermione's sympathetic expression.

"It wasn't so bad," she offered. "You played well." 

"I couldn't hit for shit tonight," he countered, sighing heavily.

Hermione reached up and rubbed his left shoulder gently. Fred winced at her touch, but then relaxed. 

"After you got hit by that pitch, I couldn't believe you stayed in the game at all," she whispered to him.

"Nah, it didn't even hurt," Fred lied. She was starting to rub harder, and it hurt like sin, but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her to stop. "I just wish we could win one fucking time," he sighed.

"You will," Hermione assured him, taking his hand.

She moved a few steps closer so that she had to tilt her head up to look at him. Fred's breath began to quicken and he hoped Hermione wouldn't notice how heavily his chest was rising and falling.

"What can I do to make you feel better in the meantime?" she asked him softly.

"I... I don't..." Fred stammered.

Hermione smiled brightly and Fred was sure his heart was going to pound right out of his chest.

When their eyes locked and Fred slowly leaned down to kiss her, Hermione reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, hungrily pulling him to her.

After a few moments of intense kissing, his hands at the small of her back and her fingers in his hair, her hands made their way down his shoulders and found themselves at his belt.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked through their crashing lips.

"Trying to get this fucking thing undone," Hermione said, taking the break in kissing as an opportunity to look down at the godforsaken strap around his waist.

"Why?" he asked, leaning down to see too and almost cracking her in the head.

"Are we going to play Twenty Questions, or make out?" she snapped at him.

"I... I..," he stammered again.

"Oh hell," she breathed, holding up his now loose pants with one hand and pulling his face to hers with the other.

Once she had him focused on kissing again, Hermione moved her hand back down to tackle the zipper and buttons. She'd done this a time of two with FP, just for practice of course, but Fred's baseball pants were giving her a much harder time than FP's jeans.

"God this zipper is like a thousand miles long," she breathed.

Fred was about to comment on the fact that she was now the one interrupting, but instead found himself tensing at the feeling of Hermione's hand down his pants.

He wasn't a stranger to having a hand on his crotch. FP liked to run his hand up his thigh just to make him squirm during chemistry labs. But down his pants was another matter entirely.

"Holy fuck, Hermione," Fred breathed, squeezing his eyes shut as she slid his cock out of his jockstrap and underwear.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked teasingly.

"Nooo," he breathed, leaning up against the equipment shed for support. "But what if someone--"

"There's no one here but the grounds keeper. And he already locked up. Once he shuts off the lights he'll leave."

Fred barely heard a word she said. Her thumb rubbing the tip of his cock was demanding all of his attention.

Hermione could see his eyes glassing over and a grin swept across her face. Losing the game was about as far from his mind as a thought could get and that's exactly what she wanted.

She reached up with her free hand and grabbed his chin between her thumb and index finger. Lowering his face, she kissed him slowly, dipping her tongue into his mouth and feeling a wave of heat rush over her as he moaned.

Pulling away and then giving him two more quick pecks, she locked eyes with him as she slid to her knees.

"Hermione," Fred pleaded, missing the contact.

"Shhh," she whispered. "You're gonna love this." 

Before Fred could protest, she slid his underwear and jockstrap down a bit further so that his cock was sticking further out. She licked his tip before taking him into her mouth.

He'd never felt anything like it. Her lips were soft and warm around him, sucking and moving slowly up and down his length.

"Holy fuck... Holy fuck," Fred kept whispering. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he placed them on top of his head, throwing it back and hitting it rather hard on the side of the shed. The sound echoed across the pitch black field.

Hermione started picking up her pace, moaning as she slid him in as far as she could. She could feel Fred's legs start to shake so she held on tighter.

Both of them were seconds away from their limit when a voice called out to them in the darkness. "Is someone back there?" The rays of a flashlight shown on the ground beside them.

Hermione pulled away quickly, causing Fred to groan at the loss of contact. He painfully pulled himself together, fumbling with his pants and belt trying to look as presentable as possible. They both knew running wouldn't do them any good, so they attempted to look casual, hoping whoever was coming would be none the wiser.

Fred turned his back to the flashlight rays, leaning his shoulder against the wall of the shed and folding his arms across his chest. Hermione had moved to the other side of Fred's bike so it was between them and finished brushing off her knees.

"What's going on back here?" the grounds keeper asked as he came around the corner.

"Sorry, sir," Fred said, turning his head to face the man, but keeping his body facing Hermione. "We were just talking about--"

"The game," Hermione finished for him. "He was just explaining the game to me." She was twisting a lock of her hair around her finger and batting her eyelashes so vigorously that Fred thought she must have something in her eye. "I just don't understand sports," she added sheepishly.

The old man shook his head. "Well you need to get on home," he said gruffly.

"Yes, sir," Fred replied, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

Once the man was back around the corner, Fred turned to Hermione again. "What happened to 'No one will catch us?'" he asked.

She just shrugged, pulling her car keys out of her pocket.

"And do you mind tellin' me where you learned... that?"

"I may not understand sports," Hermione said, mocking the innocent tone she’d used moments ago, "but I do know a thing or two about taking a guy's mind off losing a game."

[goldenxsnidget-blog]

Fred x Hermione Aesthetic for @sophieiasofia  

"Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. ‘No,’ she said, her voice quivering with anger, ‘but I will write to your mother.’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ said George, horrified, taking a step back from her. ‘Oh, yes, I would,’ said Hermione grimly. I can’t stop you from eating the stupid things yourself, but you’re not giving them to first years.’ Fred and George looked thunderstruck. It was clear that as far as they were concerned, Hermione’s threat was way below the belt."                          

[xxlightningbugxx-blog]

i found this on pinterest, and then i died a little inside.