#when she's sliding closer and closer to them on the sofa and they're backing away and it's a parallel to. some Proceed Scenes.

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

they were so close to stopping it... they were SO CLOSE

[anonymousicecream]

(Not) Sober (Yuna x M Reader)

Day 13: Drunk Sex

"NOT SHY, NOT ME!" You struggled to get your friend off the table, who was singing her ass out to one of her songs. "YAH SHIN YUNA GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE!" "NO WAY Y/N!" Yuna continues singing her heart out, now joined by Yeji and Ryujin. The four of you decided to party as a "final hangout" before Yuna and her friends will focus on their comeback. It's safe to say that you're the closest with Yeji, and you knew the other two by just being friends with Yeji. You didn't know them well enough personally, but you knew enough about them to know how and what to do when and if they're drunk.

The night goes on and so does the party. You continued downing shots as the night goes on, and so does your friends. The alcohol starts to affect your words, slurring random words, making it hard for you to focus. It took even more effect on you as you start to take note of what the girl in front of you, Shin Yuna, is wearing, which were black leather pants with a crop top, exposing her curvy figure, as well as her toned midriff.

It took you a few seconds before Yuna caught you checking her out. She responded with a chuckle and smirked at you, before you throw your face away, looking anywhere else but her. You observed from the edge of your eye as Yuna walked over towards you, sitting down next to you at the sofa.

"Checking me out huh?" Yuna asked you, and for the first time, you hesitated, not knowing what to answer. "Uhhh...." "It's alright. People check me out a lot. It's just rare for someone I know check me out THAT lustfully." Yuna told you before downing a shot. "Tell me, what did you thought of me?" Yuna asked you. In normal situations, you would've backed out, or show her signs that you're uncomfortable. But, since you're intoxicated, and so is she, you might as well shoot your shot.

"I think that you're cute and soft on the outside, but when you want to, you can be the sluttiest and horniest girl in the world." Yuna chuckled after hearing your words. "That's it?" You shift yourself closer before adding "I also wanna fuck you senseless, ripping your trousers and fuck you with your clothes on, cumming on your shirt and body, before stripping you naked and fucking you again until I cum inside you." You saw the shift in her, making her show her more lustful side. "What's stopping you from doing that?" Yuna asked, before you replied with one simple word. "Nothing."

You immediately leaned in to kiss her, putting your hands on her cheeks, caressing them as the kiss resumes. Her immediate response was to reply to the kiss, tilting her head to give you more access while also wrapping her hands around your neck. You decided to not use your tongue, instead using it as you pulled out of her lips and moved your kisses onto her jawline, moving the kisses onto her neck as well. "Mmmmhhhh that's it baby boy, touch my pussy, please."

You followed her wishes, moving your hands onto her midriff, sliding it down onto her crotch, rubbing it through her leather pants before you unbuttoned her pants and then inserting your fingers under her panties. "Mmmhhhh fuckk your hands are so cold." "No worries, you'll help me warm them up." With that, you insert two fingers into her mouth, making her moan suddenly, before she bit your shoulders, making you hiss.

"Careful baby." You say as you start fingering her slowly. It soon turned into another make out session as she now starts the kiss, not hesitating to use some tongue this time round, making it more passionate while also increasing your fingering pace. Soon after, you felt juices starting to leak from her pussy, allowing you to finger her faster due to her slickness. "Mmmmhhhh fuck that feels soo goood." Yuna's moans echo in your ears. "I know, just imagine my cock that deep inside you." You said as you brushed her g-spot, making her shake in shock. You brushed her g-spot again a few times before you hit her g-spot hard and fast with your fingers, triggering her orgasm.

"MMMHHHHH FUCKKK FUCKKK FUCKKK" Her moans echo in the room, but was covered by the loud music, as she came, squirting hard onto your fingers. Her body shakes violently after each squirt, which didn't really influence your actions as you continued fingering her through her orgasm, extracting all of the juices out of her.

"Fuck...." Yuna said. "Bathroom, now. I need you." You said, grabbing her hands and standing up, walking towards the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, you locked the door before pushing her onto the sink, bending her over onto the sink. You lowered her jeans and panties, exposing her wet pussy. You kneeled down to suck the excess juices of her pussy, leaving her wanting for more as she shows through her moans.

You didn't take long though, before standing up and unbuttoning your jeans, lowering them before you stroke your cock to hardness. "No protections?" Yuna turned worried for a second. "I'll pull out." "Alright, just tell me when." You align yourself with her pussy, brushing her pussy a few times before you enter her. You immediately thrust hard and fast as you chase your orgasm. To make sure you do reach it in time, you tried to stimulate her more, fondling with her tits and pussy from behind, rubbing them twice as fast as your thrusts, letting her spill her moans. "Fuck that's it." Yuna's moans spill out.

You eventually slowed your thrusts down a bit, letting you thrust hard and deep inside her, before you reached her g-spot, brushing against it a few times. Soon after, you changed your thrusts into shallow and fast ones, hitting her g-spot repeatedly, causing a huge amount of juices leaking onto your cock, also tightening her pussy, which definitely got you close to your orgasm. "I'm close." You groaned.

Yuna then moved forward to pull your cock out of her pussy, before she turned around and kneeled in front of you. She grabbed your cock to start sucking it, while also unstrapping a part of her top and lowering them, exposing her small tits. She sucked you off hard and fast, going deeper into her mouth before your tip hit her throat. She deepthroated you multiple times before you start throbbing intensely. She pulled the plug and removed your cock from her mouth, instead stroking your cock fast as she maintains eye contact with you. "Cum on me daddy. Paint my body with your hot cum."

You immediately climaxed, reaching your orgasm as you came from your high, spurting loads of cum onto her body. "AAHHH" Her moans echo as the first load spurt on her face, while the next landed on her neck and tits, before the rest went into her mouth as she sucked your cum off your cock, making sure she extracted all of your cum. After you finished cumming, she sucked you off one last time before she scooped up your cum, swallowing them before moaning in pleasure and satisfaction.

[luveline]

hi miss jade <3 if it hasn’t been done already, could you possibly write poly!marauders with a depressed reader? maybe she’s having a particularly hard time lately and she’s trying to hide it from them but they notice she’s been really quiet recently. then one day while they’re all just sitting together, one of them looks over and sees a tear rolling down her cheek and they comfort her </3 if this isn’t something you’re up to writing i understand! thank you nonetheless lovely <3

thank u for ur request lovely!

modern au 

“No,” Remus is whispering, “that's the other actor.” 

James leans into his side. You've successfully crammed yourselves onto the three seater sofa, all four of you. You're on one arm, Sirius the other. If Sirius and James sit together during a movie they won't stop talking, and if you and Remus sit together you'll spend the entire movie telling each other what other movies the actors have been in. 

James and Remus seem to have found a loophole. Sirius tries uselessly to reach over their shoulders to touch you, but James blocks him by accident, head tilting back in a laugh. 

You aren't in the mood for movies. Not their fault, not anyone's, but a melancholy has its hooks in you, and you'd excuse yourself to spend time alone with it if it didn't immediately draw their attention. You're not sure you want to be alone, either. 

James reaches for your hand even as he speaks to Remus excitedly, “He's Ryan Gosling, right?” 

“Yeah, James,” —said with love— “that's Ryan Gosling.” 

You hold James' hand. It's a very real, very gentle tether, but eventually the noise in the room turns white. You lay your cheek on the sofa arm and watch the movie pass by in colours. Dusky orange, pink, blue rain. Your hard times recently have felt longer, deeper, and you've floundered in them helplessly. 

Though the boys couldn't make it worse, their devotion tends to hurt. You feel like you're letting them down whenever you can't fight your lethargy. Even now when you're together for a normal night, you're stuck under the weight of it. You could be playing with James’ hair the way he loves, or telling Remus something interesting about the movie. You could crawl across the two chatterboxes and ask Sirius what he did at work today while he draws shapes into the back of your hand. But you're not. And everything begins to feel worse. 

The TV flickers. The room hums. The tear that slides down your cheek is hot as the drag of a pin. 

You shift down into the arm to hide it as more follow. James pulls his hand away, and you assume he's just getting comfortable, but he puts it on your shoulder, the sofa whining as he leans in. “Hey…” he whispers, nearly too soft to hear. He must've been watching you. They've been doing that more and more lately. 

Your shoulders shake as the first sob brews. They aren't overly loud, you aren't wound tightly enough to really cry, you're just defeated. Tired and scared that this feeling is forever. 

The contented atmosphere in the room drains quicker than snapped fingers. “What's wrong?” Sirius asks. 

You curl away from James. You can't pretend you aren't crying and you don't really want to, but something about his touch feels raw. He comes closer, leaning into you, hand chasing around to your front where it rests over your heart. “It's okay,” he says soundly. “Oh, honey, it's okay.” 

James isn't as heavy with the pet names as the other two. When he does use them, they're genuine but said in high spirits. Almost like a joke, his ever-present humour shining through. He's warm and steady behind you, his lips brushing your ear as he hugs you to his chest. “It's okay,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. 

“Sorry.” 

Remus says your name unhappily. They know better than to converge on you, and James has always been good at comforting people. Maybe his solidness in both physicality and personality does him credit, but more likely it's his unending patience. He doesn't rush you into feeling better. He just stays right there at your side until you stop shaking. 

“Sorry,” you say again, voice in fractured layers, “I don't know…” 

“I know,” he says. “Let's sit up, okay? Sit up.”

Remus gives you a look with just enough heartbreak that when he holds out his hand, you raise yourself up, knowing James will take you by the waist and help you over his lap. You smush in between their legs as Remus wipes your face dry, and Sirius meets your eyes around his shoulder. It all works to lift the weight from your chest, not fully, but enough to breathe. 

“You don't have to explain.” 

“Just don't cry more,” Sirius begs. He really hates tears, doesn't know what to do with them. “You're too lovely for tears.” 

“Unless you need to,” James says. 

“Right,” Sirius agrees through a wince. 

“She's okay,” Remus says, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles, “hmm? You're alright.” 

He isn't pressuring you into pretending things are better than they are, he's encouraging, and he knows as you know that you're not very well, but you'll manage in the end. You sink back into James arms and smile at them weakly. 

“I'm okay. I just wanted James to rub my stomach, that's all.” 

“Theatrics in the name of attention,” Sirius says proudly. “As you should.” 

James wraps his arms around your front, giving your abdomen a squeeze as he leans down to say, “I'll rub your stomach all night if you want me to,” with a warmth so tender it escapes words. 

Remus drops back into Sirius rather aggressively. “Make haste.” 

“Make haste?” Sirius presses his nose into Remus’ curls, his voice dripping with a feigned contempt, “You make haste, you sick freak.” And then he raises his hand to cover Remus' stomach in mirror of James’ touch. 

You breathe out long and slow, eyes closing of their own accord. “I'm not going to sleep, okay? I'm just tired.” 

James gets comfortable underneath you. “Do what you want, babe. I'm here for the night. If I need to pee I'll just hoist you into Moony's lap for a bit.” 

“I can fit two, thanks,” Sirius interjects. 

“Fine. I'll hoist you into his lap. Though I've no clue why you'd want to spend any time with that bossy bastard.” 

[greenwriterplaidbow]

Human Connection

Part IV

Last part, next part

Logan Howlett x Reader with injury related memory loss

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: This one is shorter and maybe the weakest section in my opinion but its part 4/6 so it is what it is I guess. IDK tension is definitely a weak area for me, I just want everyone to be happy and get alongggg. Anyways hope you enjoy it all the same. Now I have to actually commit to deciding if I want to end this series with smut or not! I’m leaning towards yes but it feels cringe. Or I’ll give up and write two endings. Decisions are hard and advice is welcomed.

Warnings: a combination of angst and fluff, suggested feminine reader (called Logan’s wife and she/her pronouns)

You stretch and sigh. There is a soft glow coming in through the bottom of the curtains. You feel the heat still radiating off Logan from a few inches away. His arm lays across your midsection. You rub your eyes and move to get up.

His hand on your waist applies more force when you make your attempt to move. He makes a noise. “Come on, stay in bed a little longer. You should be resting anyway. It was nice sleeping in yesterday.”

He lightens up when he feels your muscles relax and stop straining against his arm.

“Relax, I was going to come back. I was just getting up to pee and brush my teeth.”

“I guess that’s okay then. But if you’re not back in 15- I’m finding you and carrying you back to bed.”

“Yeah yeah, okay. I get it, I'll come right back”

He lets his hand slide onto the bed as you get up.

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The minute you're back in bed, Logan is pulling you into himself.

“You act like I was gone for a month, it was literally 5 minutes.” You laugh as he wraps both of his arms around your back and nuzzles his head against you. You slowly run your fingers through his hair and you swear you heard him purring for a second.

“I think it was closer to 6.”

“In that case, how did you make it that long by yourself?!” You try and say without laughing.

“I don't know” his voice was muffled as he pressed his face into your skin.

The two of you sit, enjoying the soft scene together until you break the silence again.

“Did we ever meet in the library? I mean when we first started teaching together.”

“Yes,” Logan nodded and murmured. "Spent a lot of long nights down there.”

“I remember that a little bit. I didn't know if it was a real memory or dreamed memory. They're weirdly hard to tell apart.”

“Tell me what you remember, I can tell you if it's real.”

You thought back to the unorganized segments of memories. Trying to make sense of them as you explained them aloud.

Your own heavy breathing is the only sound in the dark room as you scramble to flick on the lamp and examine the room. It's not the bedroom you've been sleeping in current-day with Logan. This room looks older. After calming yourself, you rub your face and sign into your hands. After throwing on a soft zip-up sweatshirt over your pajamas and sliding your slippers you head out of the room. It's dark and quiet in the long hallways that lead you to a large library. You feel the weight of a messenger bag that holds your laptop, a textbook, and student worksheets. You are surprised that there is already a fire in the fireplace. It isn't until you get closer that you see him. Logan laying on a sofa. Reading a book by the glow of the fire. His eyes only leave the page to look towards you, wordlessly questioning your presence.

“Sorry, I didn't know anyone else would be down here- I'll go,”

“Stay if you want to stay. I’m not fuckin king of the library, you have as much of a right to be here as I do. And I'm not sure how much I trust you to start a fire anywhere else.”

You stand there a second, taking in the positives and negatives of his comments. You make the decision to sit down anyways. You're in a chair right next to the sofa, on the side away from his head. You open your bag and pull out worksheets to start grading. You remember staying there a long time. Neither of you spoke. The ambient crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustling papers fill the silence. Then your mind flicks to another scene. Same place, same seats, roughly the same time, but now you're rereading a textbook section and you don't have your sweatshirt. Logan is sitting up and a newspaper has replaced his book. You still don’t speak but there seems to be less tension between the two of you. Another scene but now you're both on the sofa. Papers placed on the coffee table, long abandoned in favor of conversation. It changes again. This time you're quietly fighting. Keeping your voices down to respect the rest of the school who could manage to keep a regular sleep schedule while still getting your point across. Logan is in a distinctive red shirt that catches your eye and letting you know that the next skip is the same night. Although now you're not fighting anymore. Now you're leaning against him with your legs over his lap, your knees gently against his chest, all but sitting in his lap; while his arms are loosely around you. Logan holding you soothingly. Your eyes feel wet like you had been crying but looking back into your patchwork memories, you can't remember why. It felt like looking into a broken mirror with missing pieces. You remember other disjointed scenes but they're all similar. The same people, the same place, the same time. You and Logan, in the old library, late nights or early mornings. Most were just calm studying where you both ignored the other but then a jump to another memory and you're cuddled up watching a movie together.

In the present moment, Logan’s fingers rub circular patterns against your leg while he listens.

“Yeah that happened. We met up there a lot. It wasn’t on purpose, not at first. It's a place we both liked to go when we couldn't sleep. When it started, we would just work but you kept coming back. And the longer you stuck around, the more we got to talking.”

“Mmm.” You hummed in understanding even if his explanation didn’t do more than confirm what you could gather from your remembered fragments.

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The rest of the day was generally unremarkable. Logan liked how comfortable you were getting with him. You weren't your old self yet but this was the closest you'd been. The day was mostly divided between Logan using the opportunity to clean while you read your books and went through your teaching material. You went on a walk after supper again, although this time you were more careful about your limits. When you came back, the two of you just planned to rest and have an uneventful evening.

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Logan and you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch. Your knees were just folded against his manspreaded lap. You flipped through a folder of your class material while Logan read a book. You closed the folder and slid it off your lap, onto the open spot next to you.

“Can I try grading some of my own stuff?”

“You don't have to, I can handle it for you.” He responded without looking up from his novel.

“I want to. I want to feel productive” Logan closed his book and met your eyes.

“Ok. If it’s too much, you don't have to do it all. I’ll go find your answer key on your computer for these two worksheets. Do you want me to print them out?”

“Yes please. Thank you.”

He nods as he sets down his book. His hand lands on your thigh as he stands and you watch him walk down the hall. You're half tempted to follow him for a minute until you hear a soft knock at the door. You look towards the office then back at the front door. ‘Probably just a package or a neighbor or something.’ You think to yourself.

You travel the short distance down to the door and open it cautiously. A nervous-looking young man stands on the other side. His eyes look almost guilty or shameful, but you don't have enough time to analyze him before he speaks.

“Hello. This is the Howletts residence, right?”

“Hello! Yes, it is. You'll have to wait here just a moment for my husband- If we know each other I'm not trying to be rude, I was just recently in an accident, I have a brain injury. I mean they say my memories should come back, it just takes time and-”

“That's what I want to talk to you about actually,”

When Logan emerges from the office, the papers he was carrying back got tossed onto the table. He rushed over to your side.

“Logan Howlett, who are you?”

He thrust one hand towards the stranger while the other one went defensively to your back.

“May I come in?” He takes a step inside the house before either of you answer. “I'd like to speak with you.”

“That's fine, you can speak to us fine right here. Who are you?”

“I'm Dustin, Dustin Steele.. I was drunk last week. I did something stupid, I didn't even know I hurt anyone until I woke up the next morning in a cell. The officers said it was pretty bad but you look fine. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to make it up to you. See how you were doing, you know?”

Long metal claws shot out of his clenched fists in the moment it took Logan to close the distance between himself and the driver, slamming him against the front door. You take several small, quick steps back in surprise. You hear Logan yelling at the man against the door but in your panic, it's like you're hearing it from the bottom of a well. It takes you a moment to snap yourself out of it and take action.

“Logan! Hey, hey. Stop-” You grab his shoulders and pull his arms back at his sides. Obviously, you couldn't hold him back if you tried, you're just trying to make him think before he joins the driver in the 'did something stupid' club.

He took several heavy, angry, uneven breaths. Your hand pushed at his chest to make him take one more step back. The driver was too scared to move.

You let out a quick sigh and answered the driver’s initial question. “Uh yeah I'm fine. My chances of survival are pretty solid at this point. I mean I have no memories because of a traumatic brain injury but I'll be fine.. Logan? Is there anything he can do to make it up to us?”

“I should take your life for what you've taken from me-” Logan takes a step forward causing the driver to slide back against the door while taking a step outside.

Your hand moves up to grip his arm. “Please stop” He sighs but complies with your plea.

“No. I don't think there's anything you can do outside of what you're legally required to do.”

“I-I see. Well you have a nice day.. again, I'm sorry”

“Yeah.” As soon as he gets a reply, he darts away from the door, almost sprinting away from the house.

Logan slams the door and you make your way upstairs. When you got to the top you still feel the adrenaline running through you and reach out for the kitchen counter for support. You struggle to catch your breath as your composure crumbles and you try to keep from slipping into a panic attack. Your brain tortures you by showing the image of Logan yelling on repeat. Your heart felt like it could stop beating at any moment. It was going so fast you felt like it might start skipping beats. You’re brought back to reality when you feel Logan's hand touch your arm. You jumped back a bit without thinking.

He repeated the question you hadn't heard him ask. "Are you alright?"

“Yeah, yeah. I'm- I'm fine.” You’re still struggling to control your breathing.

Logan softly says your name before he asks, “Are you.. scared of me?”

“Yes!” You say louder than you mean as you turn your body to face him. “Right now, I kind of have a reason to be! I just saw you yell at that guy, you got up in his face. You were trying to intimidate him, it was kind of scary. You were so loud. And you're a big guy, it really doesn't take much,”

“I wasn't trying to intimidate him- I was going to hurt him-”

“Not helping your case.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of his statement.

“For what he did to you? He deserves to rot in hell.”

“No he does not! He's young, plenty old enough to know better but still, he doesn't even look like he's out of college. This shouldn't ruin his life.” Your panic starting to be replaced by frustration.

“Like hell it shouldn't, he could've killed you. What if it wasn't you, what if it was a little kid, anyone in that backseat wouldn't have lived.“ Logan carefully stepped closer to you as he made his point, you stepped back.

“Yes, it could've been worse but let's just be thankful it wasn't. It was a stupid mistake. He shouldn't have been doing it of course but his punishment is not death.”

“You're right, death would be too easy.”

“No! What's wrong with you?? The justice system will handle him. I can admit, it's far from a great system but that's not a choice we get to make. If you want to see change, you don't start with things that are personal. You would-”

“I don't want to see change, I'm just pissed at that guy” He motioned towards the door as he spoke.

“You'll get over it”

“But-”

“Stop being pissed at him when you could be happy with me.”

Logan shrugged. “I can do both.”

Your hand goes to your forehead as you try to decide the best way to handle the situation.

“Logan..” With a sigh you determine there isn't much more you can do to reiterate your point. “I’m.. I’m going to go to bed. I'll grade that stuff in the morning.”

His jaw clenched. “Okay.. I’m going to read out here a bit longer, then I'll be in too. You don't need to keep a lamp on for me though.”

You nod and step around him to walk to your bedroom.

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It was cold in the dark room without him. The feeling of loneliness you felt the first day back in your own bed was creeping in again. Your mind circled around your argument with Logan, the way he treated the driver, your few memories of earlier fights. Round and around, keeping you awake.

It was two hours before Logan quietly entered the room. When he climbed into bed you were surprised that he didn't move to touch you. That was the routine the two of you had gotten into and you had hoped his comforting warmth would drown out your thoughts. But he stayed back. Still close to you but never closing the gap. You wordlessly took matters into your own hands, sliding back and moving his arm around you.

“You're still awake? I thou-”

“Shut up.”

Your lingering frustration combined with your lack of sleep made you snap at him more than you intended. Logan got the message; this isn't an olive branch, you’re still upset. He still found some peace knowing that even when you're upset, he still provided you a sense of safety and comfort.

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[whisperingmidnights]

Wait… can we do the aphrodisiac one for feysand and dove? If it’s not taken ofc 🍾🫣

-💋anon

I just really felt like writing them last night 💕

Sort of a follow up to this one.

The scent wafting from the crimson, heart-shaped berries in the crystal bowl is mouthwatering. Syrupy juice drips down my fingers as I bite into one, staining my fingertips a glistening, vibrant red. There's a heat to it reminiscent of cinnamon, and it burns in the sweetest way as it slides over my tongue like warm, thick honey. I've never had anything like it before, and the moment I finish the fruit, I want more.

A large, warm hand closes around my wrist before I can grab another, and I feel the solid press of Rhysand's bare body at my back, his free hand gripping my hip as he brings my fingers to his lips.

"Pace yourself, darling," he murmurs, sucking the sweet juice from my skin. "You wouldn't want more than a few of these at one time."

"Why?" I ask, watching breathlessly as the tip of his tongue follows the trail of juice down my wrist. He quirks an eyebrow at me as he kisses a line to the inside of my elbow. When the tip of his nose brushes along the inside of my wrist, I notice the heat beginning to build low in my stomach, warm as crackling embers. It isn't unpleasant, more of a comfortable warmth instead of the raging inferno of the mating frenzy.

I certainly wouldn't mind more of those berries, if this is how one makes me feel.

"Ravennian spiceberries are potent, Dove. Let's say it's a heat that...builds."

"I don't think I'd mind that. It certainly seems like you wouldn't either," I add, pressing back against him just to hear that deep, rumbling growl. A cool ocean breeze rustles the thin, white curtains, dancing over my bare skin as I pluck another berry from the bowl and turn, pushing my husband back onto the green velvet sofa behind us.

Husband. Mate. The second title a blessing, the first a choice more precious to me than any jewel. His choice. Her choice. Mine. They're mine. Not because of some preordained guesswork, but because we chose each other. Over and over and over.

"You're thinking too much," Rhys tells me with an easy smile as I settle onto his lap. My left hand rests on his face, and as I run my thumb over his cheek, my rings catch the golden glow of the sunset at our backs. They're just as stunning as the day they were placed on my finger.

Warm lips press against my palm, drawing my attention back to those sparkling violet eyes I love so much. What a blessing it is to see them shine with no trace of the worry or stress that so frequently haunted the beginning of our relationship.

"I love you." Rhys's hands press against my bare back, pulling me closer as his lips meet mine. My heart flutters at the surge of joy twirling down the bond, and my nail punctures the spiceberry in my fingers, sending a trail of juice down my hand and arm. I laugh into the kiss, reluctantly pulling away to assess the damage. The mess on the couch vanishes before I can blink, but my skin is stained with syrupy juice. "Oops."

"What's all this?" Feyre's sleepy voice carries across the sitting room as she finally emerges from the bedroom. Her golden brown hair falls in waves around her shoulders, mussed with sleep, but her blue eyes are bright with interest as she takes in the state of us.

But I can't tear my eyes from her.

Her nightgown is little more than intricate lacework and sheer black fabric that flows around her ankles, swishing with every step she takes. The bodice emphasizes the generous curve of her breasts, her skin pale in contrast to the fabric that seems to absorb the light. She is a dark, radiant star, even bathed in the rich sunset hues of Ravennia.

My wife.

Rhys is every bit as enthralled. I glance at him for a moment as she makes her way to the sofa, and my heart flutters at the soft grin on his face. The way they love each other is indescribable, a warmth that could span across worlds if it had to. I never tire of seeing it.

"Experimenting, are we?" Feyre asks, a mischievous grin twisting her lips as she settles on the sofa beside us, a hand pressed to the slight curve of her belly. "He wouldn't let me have one while you were in the bath, so I took a nap instead."

"You're insatiable as it is," Rhys teases as she leans in to lick the juice from my wrist. I roll my eyes at the way he tenses beneath me and bring the punctured fruit to her mouth, smearing a little against her bottom lip.

"Just a little won't hurt her or the babies," I murmur as I pop the fruit into his mouth. "What, are you afraid you can't keep up?"

"The both of you must stop calling me old before the babies come." Rhys grumbles, sighing dramatically as his head drops back against the sofa. "The other four have been teasing me about my creaking joints since my last birthday-"

"You poor, six hundred and fifty-three year old High Lord," Feyre coos, licking the juice from her lower lip. I roll my eyes when the rest of it disappears from my skin. "Your mates are so terrible."

"Cruel females," he agrees, nodding sagely as she smacks his bicep. "Vicious, too."

"Let's not pretend you don't find her violent streak appealing when there's plenty of evidence to the contrary," I murmur, shifting my hips as I feel his cock stiffening beneath me. Rhys hums, resting his hands on my hips as I reach my left hand between us to stroke him, sliding the head of his cock along my sex just to watch the way his eyes lock on the motion.

His tongue flicks against his lower lip as I glide my thumb over his slit, spreading the pearly beads of precome over the flushed tip before sliding my fingers slowly down to the base.

"Tease," he grumbles as Feyre pushes herself up from the sofa. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tilts my head back, her lips claiming mine in a long, slow kiss. The sweet spiceberry juice lingers on her tongue as it slides alongside my own, and I moan into her mouth as Rhys's hand encompasses mine, guiding my touch with an exaggerated slowness that tells me he wants to savor this.

"I've been aching to touch you all afternoon, my dove," Feyre whispers when we part, and my arm slides around her waist, pulling her closer so I can nuzzle her breasts through the lace bodice of her nightgown. "But you were napping when we returned from our swim-"

"You haven't let that stop you before," I tease, smiling at the flush tinging her cheeks as midnight brush my lips over her nipple. It stiffens beneath the dark lace as I flick my tongue over it, teasing the delicate bud with kitten licks. The scent of her arousal fills the air, as thick and sweet as the scent of the berries in that bowl, but I much prefer the taste of her skin to the fruit. "I always love when you wake me, Feyre."

"You looked peaceful-" her voice falters as I hook my thumb beneath the thin strap and slowly drag the fabric down her shoulder until the lace falls away, revealing the full swell of her breast to the cool breeze. "Dove-"

"Hmmm?" I ask, arching a brow as I pull her nipple between my lips, sucking lightly at the stiff bud as she lets out a low whine. She cradles my head to her breast as I feel her skirt move, Rhys's free hand sliding beneath it to touch her.

"Wicked mates," she gasps as we pull her down between us. I settle back on Rhysand's thighs as he helps her straddle his hips. Together, we guide her onto his cock and she rewards us with a satisfied moan. "Fuck, Rhys-"

"Take what you want, Feyre," he urges, resting his hands against the swell of her belly. Both lace straps of her gown rest against her arms, baring her breasts to my eager mouth as a flush creeps over my skin. Gods, she smells better than she ever has. "Whatever you want."

"Dove, you-"

"I have everything I need," I whisper, glancing up at her. The ache between my thigh surges, and I can feel my need dripping onto Rhys's thigh. "Well, almost everything."

"What do you need, my dove?" Rhys's voice is tight but no less loving as he peers around her arm at me. Lust fogs his violet eyes like a cloud covering the stars, and I smirk at him as I ease myself to the floor, sending an image down the bond of everything I have in mind.

Feyre's dress is gone before I hit my knees, and he eases her back against his chest until her heels are digging into the couch cushion, spreading her legs wide so I can lower my mouth to where they're joined. It isn't long before I feel the light caress of that sweet, dark power between my legs. I don't think we'll be making our dinner reservations tonight after all.

[giantmushyfriend]

Another GO headcanon/speculation to warm your heart this January

Since the announcement of Series 3 for our beloved Good Omens, the gears in this ol' brain have been turning. Because here's the deal: I love the idea that Aziraphale will have to give us a top-tier performance of the Apology dance, but I also like the idea that Crowley will request a favor he can call in at any time just for funsies. Aziraphale is inherently a little weary of this notion, but he ultimately agrees because, in the end, he loves Crowley and wants to show him that he is willing to do anything for him. And for a while, things just go back to normal. They handle the apocalypse, again, get their cottage in the South Downs, etc. Our ineffable husbands go about their days bickering and enjoying domestic bliss, and Aziraphale almost forgets about the favor his beloved demon has yet to call in. That is until they're back in the bookshop because, let's face it, Aziraphale won't be able to stay away from it for long, and Crowley is lounging on the couch while Aziraphale works (they sent Muriel to go hang out with Nina and Maggie). And like he's done in the past, Crowley decides it's about high time for a nap and decides it's time to call in that favor, resulting in something like;

"Angle," Crowley calls, tipping his head back to glance at the angel, where he's perched in his large, worn chair by his desk, looking over one of his newest bible misprints.

Aziraphale slides his reading glasses off of his nose and into the breast pocket of his button with an affectionate sigh, "Yes, my dear?"

"C'mere."

"Crowley, I'm working," the protest is half-hearted at best, and Crowley's mouths twitch up into a small smirk as Aziraphale carefully closes the book before twisting in his chair to look at the demon.

"Oi, none of that. You promised me a favor, angel, and I'm calling it in."

Aziraphale smiled fondly before rolling his eyes, and Crowley could swear he felt his heart melt a little.

I only ever want to see him smile like that, Crowley thought absently.

"Out of everything in the world- the universe, that an angel could offer you, you're using it for a cuddle?"

"Not JUST a cuddle, angel, I want a nap too." Crowley smiled, tipping his head back to summon Aziraphale closer.

"And you want me to hold you while you nap, I suppose?"

Crowley hummed in the affirmative, "Mmhmm, and I want you to read to me."

"Anything in particular, my love?"

"'Gimme something of Jane's, I wanna see if she can write as good as she can heist."

"How about a nice romance? Something to pair with your Richard Curtis pictures," Aziraphale stands before soothing out his trousers and beginning to search for where Muriel placed his Austen novels in their small reorganizing spree they took while he and Crowley were away getting settled in their cottage.

"No one calls them pictures anymore, Aziraphale, call 'em a movie for Gods-for Satan's- for somebody's sake," Crowley grumbled.

"Very well, is that a yes or a no for the romance?" Aziraphale asked as he located his newfound Austen section, his fingers grazing over the spine of his well-loved copy of Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility before pulling both off the shelf.

"Sure, a romance, sounds lovely. Just grab one and get over here, 'm cold."

"Dearest, you're always cold."

"'M a serpent, angel, I have no temperature control!" Crowley groused, wiggling down onto the sofa to make room for the angel. He levels a small glare at the edge of the narrow sofa before nodding in approval when it expands under his harsh gaze. "It's the middle of winter, 's why I keep a nice warm angel around."

Aziraphale felt his face flush, an odd aspect of the corporation that he'd never get used to. He strolled over to the now slightly larger couch before cupping Crowley's cheek, his heart stuttering when the demon nuzzled into the touch, "Would you like the heated blanket, love?"

Crowley nodded before Aziraphale grabbed it from the end of the couch. He didn't move to plug it in; he just hit the remote, and the blanket spurred into action. The angel then wiggled next to his demon, bringing the tartan blanket, much to Crowley's chagrin, up around the two of them. Crowley is quick to nuzzle his way into the angel's grasp, resting his head on the plush planes of his chest.

"Comfortable?" Aziraphale asks, one arm coming up to wrap around Crowley's shoulders before opening his older editions of Pride and Prejudice. Crowley hums, smiling softly when he feels a soft kiss pressed into his hairline. "Very well, my dear."

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Listen, I'm just a sucker for Aziraphale reading to Crowley as he naps (but so is half of the entire fandom, and Crowley, hence this post). Is this a way for me to write it? A little. It's just so soft and domestic, and I really want to see it in series 3. I understand that the ineffable husband's romance won't be the main storyline in s3, but I am frothing at the mouth for some domestic, fluffy, moments between the two of them before we have to say goodbye for good.

[lightsiided]

'can i kiss you again? i promise i won't get carried away.' a big lie

* pillow talk prompts | accepting

     she groans, dropping her head forward until her nose hits the dip at his chest between his pecs. thor's skin is bare and WARM from the sun against her -- they're both still in their clothes from set. they'd barely taken the time to make their separate excuses and rush off when the director called cut, too eager to finally be ALONE together again. without looking up, rey fumbles for his arm, dragging it closer so she can sneak a peek at his watch. there's only five minutes left before their break is up.

then they'll be due back on the beach, ready to film again and, most importantly, act like nothing at all has happened between them. that's the performance rey thinks should be lauded, when all this is over. in her opinion, she's gotten EXCEPTIONALLY good at not staring at thor nearly as much as she wants to, at behaving naturally and platonically around him and only laughing politely at his jokes, instead of staring besottedly at his stupid, pretty smile.

rey lifts her face to look at him. predictably, he's GORGEOUS, in just his swimsuit, stretched out on the couch in his trailer with her body on top of him. what feels like miles of muscles practically beg for her touch, smooth and golden and inviting. she shifts, delicately trying to avoid pressing their hips together in the small space of the sofa. "you're sure?" her fingertips glide up his arm, pausing so she can fit her hand around his bicep -- however much of it fits in her grip, anyway -- and squeeze. "because we have to go back out there in a few minutes."

a few minutes they shouldn't waste talking, she thinks; thor certainly has a point about that. and he has promised not to get TOO EXCITED, even though the string bikini wardrobe has given her for today is so very tiny, the fabric thin enough that she can feel every bit of him against her...

her eyes slide over his body, gaze dark with desire and intent. the things she wants to do to him can't even be DESCRIBED in five minutes, let alone acted upon. knowing they won't have time together for more until late tonight, if that, just makes her desperation worse. rey's itching to bite every inch of him, the urge compounded by the knowledge that she can't act upon it. when she sighs, her eyelashes flutter.

it's unfortunate, that they should have to work when all she can think about is HIM. surely their breaks should be longer and more frequent, and the rest of the people on set should agree to simply look the other way as needed so rey can get to know him freely and enjoy herself like she DESERVES.

compelled by the answering look of want in thor's eyes, she leans in until they're nose-to-nose, nodding with their lips just a breath apart. as she speaks, their mouths touch anyway -- imprecisely, but no less ELECTRIC than everything else has been. "okay," rey murmurs eagerly, "yes, kiss me. please."

@othunderous

[sato-riii]

Tattoo Artist! Sukuna x reader (part 3)

Hey there again, I had a few ideas of where i wanted to take the third part, I'm very happy with what I came up with, it's very very fluffy, I hope you have a good time reading 💜.

Series masterlist here

Here's a playlist for fluffy Sukuna

Warnings: Language, suggestive tones, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age here, around 21/22), nudity? Not really described, that's about it.

Saturday was slow for Sukuna, he doesn't really like working away his weekends, but here he is, finishing up a chest piece that looked good if he had to say so himself. Everything was luckluster to him compared to the project he was still drafting for y/n.

Speaking of her she hadn't texted him all day, neither did Sukuna. He told himself he wasn't clingy like that, she texted him before she would do it again surely. Y/n didn't pay much mind to him not making contact, perhaps he was busy. She wasn't wrong, she also had initiated most of their text conversations, she didn't want to seem desperate. Sukuna was going to contact her when he was free.

On the other hand Sukuna was stressed, passing in the hallway between the reception and his work booth, checking his phone every once in a while, he was a bit snappier than usual, not letting Gojo's or Megumi's remarks go, he would answer back, his voice almost dripping with venom, he was very much pissed and it showed.

When closing time finally came he was ready to blow up, Gojo teasing him, only made him more agitated. Gojo knew something was bothering him and he wasn't planning on dropping the subject.

"Hey 'kuna, tell the truth, you took her out and she left because she couldn't stand you, that's why you're so mad."

The white haired man joked, you could see the smoke coming out Sukuna's ears.

"Don't call me that. For your information, me and y/n had a great time, quit being an bumbass I'm not mad." Y/n did enjoy herself right? It sure looked like it. Was Sukuna getting insecure? Yes. Could everyone tell he was lying about not being mad? Also Yes.

"Oh so it's 'you and y/n' now? You were right Geto, he's got it real bad, he's not even calling her 'some girl' or something."

Gojo continued to laugh, he was enjoying every single second of torment he was putting Sukuna through.

He had enough though, he grabbed his jacket and his keys, but just before he left the rest of his crew and Yuuji, who came to eat with Megumi to close, he called to the most rational person inside. "Geto, come on I'll drive you home." Sukuna needed someone to talk to, he needed to know he was in the right and not going totally insane. Nanami was really close to him but relationships wasn't a topic he would really touch on. Gojo was out of the question, the man was a womaniser, not that it was a bad thing but he wouldn't even take Sukuna seriously, he only wanted to annoy him for the time being. Megumi was also a no. He would spill the beans to Yuuji, he already had Gojo on his ass he didn't need two more idiots making fun of him, one was barely tolerable. That only left Geto, who has at least had a few solid relationships and he was trustworthy enough not to give him too much shit.

Geto grabbed the chance not to have to clean for one night, but he was very curious about Sukuna's sudden move to give him a ride home, he has never offered that before. Yuuji had tipped him off, he knew his brother wanted to get all of the attention, if y/n didn't make a move, his brother would go insane. He was surprisingly right, so Yuuji told Geto to try and get his brother riled up. Now Geto didn't exactly agree, but he wanted to give Sukuna a friendly nudge to the right direction.

Sukuna had already been driving for a little while, he couldn't find the courage to open his mouth and talk. Has he gone mad? Its not like he's clueless about girls, he's had many. Why was it different this time?

"So how come you wanna drive me around at night?" The raven haired man asked, eyebrow raised, ready to hear what his friend was so on edge for all day, even though he had an idea. Sukuna wasn't one to share feelings, he never did, he couldn't really tell anyone the reason why not a single word from y/n all day irked him so damn much. "Look, so let's say there's this girl right? You take her out, you have fun, everything is cruising perfectly, but then she doesn't really talk to you the next day." He said with a small pause "hypothetically speaking" He added, just to avoid further questions.

Geto looked at him with a blank face, although he couldn't really believe in his ears, Yuuji was right, he knew his friend was falling face first, it still surprised him. He saw the day that Sukuna was stressed for a girl, if someone told him even two weeks ago that this was going to happen happen, Geto most definitely would've laughed straight in their face.

"Well it depends really, for example did you text her and she didn't answer? Then yeah, she's not interested, but maybe she's busy, or she started texting first and she wants you to initiate." Sukuna blinked "You're right she's busy, she has a test too, maybe she has been studying, she'll come around." He said, the words came fast out of his mouth. Geto looked at him again more serious this time. "Look man, I know for a fact, you haven't texted first, you seem to really like her, don't be a pussy and send her one text." His tone was equally serious. "I'm just fond of her, that's all she's good company." Sukuna tried to brush him off, Geto wouldn't budge. "Call it what you want, I know you like the feisty ones, so do many people and you know how college kids are, one party is all it takes to lead to who knows what. Man up, when you do you can bring her around the shop too, you know we all would love to meet her." By the time Geto finished his sentence, Sukuna had already parked outside of his apartment to drop him off, they shared their good nights.

For the rest of his lonely drive home Sukuna couldn't help but think of that party his brother mentioned a couple nights ago, was y/n going to be there? And Geto's words kept replaying in his head.

Geto was smiling to himself walking inside his apartment knowing he did the right thing giving his friend a slight push.

With her hair just the way she liked it, her make-up done and an outfit that extenuated her best features, y/n was making her way down the street to meet up with Mai outside of Todo's place. The walk wasn't too long and y/n caught a glimpse of her short haired friend, who was also dressed to impress, standing right out of Todo's door.

"You didn't wait long did you?" Y/n asked, Mai smilled and shook her head, she was the late one most of the time, she did make it just a second before y/n arrived.

"Let's go, my sister and Nobara are waiting" she informed y/n, who nodded. "Really, I haven't seen Maki in a while, Nobara rarely shows up in class too." She said full of excitement, the girls were friends for a long while, even before college. Mai and y/n ended up forming closer friendship.

"Yeah they're about to remind us of how single we are." Mai loved her sister with all her heart, she was very competitive though and when Maki got with Nobara before Mai could strike up a boyfriend in college, she took it a bit personally. Then she focused her attention on finding someone for y/n, but that never went well. Hopping right up the stairs both girls were talking about what they would see tonight, more accurately who. "So Yuuji is probably going to be here, I asked Todo" Mai said her eyes hopefull, y/n rolled her's and her companion didn't let it go unnoticed. "I really don't get you, he's cute, you even said so." There she goes again, but y/n wouldn't let it slide this time. "You seem way more giddy to see him, than I do." She said, knocking on Todo's door who was waiting right behind it, answering in seconds. Mai was still dumbfounded, she hardly acknowledged Todo at the door and made her way inside with y/n.

Thankfully the sofa on Todo's living room they usually sat on was only occupied by Maki and Nobara. "Wow sis you made it on time for once without someone dragging you out the house." Maki hugged her sister tightly, "I didn't really have a choice, y/n said she would go home if I was late again." Mai, said with a bit of a whine. Nobara went for y/n. "She's giving you hell huh?" Her comment made the girl laugh. "Nah she's fine, she can be a bit of a baby." That line made Mai slap her arm playfully, even when they made digs at each other, it was all in good fun.

Y/n could see Mai out the corner of her eye scanning the room, it wasn't unusual for her to do that, but it was the fourth time the past 30 minutes they've been here. Something was definitely up with her, and when she raised her hand having finally spotted the one she was looking for, y/n was a hundred percent sure of what was going on.

"Yuuji, over here" Mai called hand in the air, a very friendly smile on her face. Yuuji eagerly walked over offering his greetings, his attention was on y/n "Hey, has my brother texted you at all?" That was an out of the blue question. Mai gave her a look "His brother?" She questioned, then looked back at Yuuji "You've got a brother?" Why did he have to say that infront of Mai, she wouldn't leave her alone until she told her everything about the guy, she was at least thankful he didn't mention a date, Sukuna probably hadn't mentioned anything to him. "Oh yeah, he's the one I went to last week and no Yuuji he hasn't, did something happen?" Mai stayed silent, so did the other girls, they planned on interrogating her later, judging by the looks they exchanged. "Oh it's nothing" Yuuji let out a breathy laugh, knowing he plotted with Geto to get under his brother's skin. Payback for the bagels he baked at 4 am was going to be sweet.

Yuuji took a seat next to Mai, who introduced him to her sister, Nobara already knew him short of and the two of them begun chatting casually. Y/n could see the chemistry between them as he complimented the dark haired girl on the way she looked tonight. She could see their eyes meeting, something more than friendliness resided in the looks they shared.

Y/n let her friend have her fun, at this point Maki and Nobara had adopted her taking shots, talking about the annoying situations that have occurred in the time they hadn't seen each other. Nobara in particular, was sharing her frustrations about men not taking her seriously as Maki's significant other and continuing to make moves on her partner. "I shut them down" Maki said proudly snaking an arm around her girlfriend's waist. "I know you do, I just want them to feel a bit threatened" Nobara's eyes drifted to the floor . "What are you talking about? Remember the time you just looked at that guy eyeing her and he mouthed 'sorry'? You're very threatening." Y/n took another shot laughing with the two girls. Her comment was quite comforting to Nobara and Maki knew that things always went Nobara's way, she just liked complaining sometimes, she was the jealous type.

Todo with Takada in hand, who arrived right after y/n and Mai, answers his door again for the multipluth time this evening, seeing the last person he expected. "I thought you were too old for house parties" he taunted at the grumpy man infront of him. "Screw you I'm 26, and I didn't come empty handed" Sukuna spoke, his tone getting a bit friendlier at the last words in his sentence. He passwd the two bottles of vodka he held to Todo. "Well come on in, Yuuji's brother is also mine" he said giving the pink haired man a friendly hug.

Sukuna's eye scanned his living room untill his eyes landed on the back of y/n's head, he headed straight her way.

Y/n heard a few girls around her making a fuss over some apparently really hot guy who just entered, but she didn't bother turning around. That was until she heard it "Huh, who would've known, you actually have friends" That voice was unmistakably his. Sukuna was here. Y/n's heart was fluttering in her chest but the alcohol in her system made it easy to come up with a comeback. "At least I don't pay mine to hang around me." She said, her voice laced with sarcasm, she still didn't turn to face him, she was frozen in place. Mai's, Maki's, Yuuji's and Nobara's eyes were wide and dancing between the two. There was for sure something going on here. Sukuna took a seat beside her casually draping an arm around the back of the sofa. "You're hurting my feelings doll, I'm not that bad" he spoke so softly, she almost got lost looking into his eyes. He looked way too good for her liking, same jewelry and eyeliner as the last time she saw him, his pink her strategically messed up, a silk black button down with the top two buttons undone, exposing his defined collarbones and the tattoos that extended to his chest and neck, black pants framing his thighs perfectly as he sat. Y/n was staring at this point, her friends were silent, taking in the image that was displayed before them. They had never seen y/n flustered or having difficulty forming words. Even Yuuji was surprised, seems like he was wrong about y/n's taste.

Sukuna was enjoying the look on her face a little more than he cared to admit, he would've taken his teasing further, but he didn't want to embarrass the girl anymore and her friends were already shocked. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" He asked her poking her cheek, and y/n could see Nobara was about to blow up.

"Right, Mai, Maki and Nobara this is Sukuna, he's um my tattoo artist?" What was she even supposed to say at this point? The guy she went on a date with and had the best make out session of her life?

Sukuna gave his hand out to the girls greeting them, he noticed his brother a few seats over who was concealing a laugh "you're here too brat" he briefly egnowledged him, Yuuji hummed back a hello in return, turning to Mai who was very eager to hear the details of y/n's and Sukuna's relationship, he sure as hell didn't look like just her tattoo artist.

"Tattoo artist? Really? you don't even have tattoos y/n" Nobara spoke, she just wanted her friend to be honest with her, if she had someone special, she could have said so, they've known each other for years. Sukuna wasn't surprised to hear that y/n hadn't shared that she got tattooed, he could tell she was a bit of a private person.

Y/n took off her jacket that she still had on from when she arrived, to show off the design to Maki and Nobara, Mai had already seen it and she was busy gossiping with Yuuji anyways. "Right, I forgot to tell you" she said, as Maki and Nobara scanned her upper arm with their eyes, so did Sukuna. He couldn't help himself, y/n looked so beautiful in his work. He wanted to cover every inch of her skin she was willing to give him, she could be his personal work of art, she already was one, but he wanted to decorate her in the best way he could and with the most beautiful art he could make. "That looks so beautiful" Maki spoke in awe, Nobara gave a little laugh "it's creepy, but it's really you. "

She took a look at Sukuna then back at y/n "It's very fitting, I don't know how to explain it." She continued.

Sukuna never took compliments that seriously, but hearing y/n's seemingly bitchy friend praise his work and the perception he had of her made him grin widely.

The four of them continued to speak, Maki and Nobara were very interested in Sukuna's line of work, Mai and Yuuji also took their turns in talking when they weren't too busy with one another. Y/n's friends were doing great with Sukuna, she thought he would be really difficult, he has a very explosive personality. Sukuna was putting in all the effort to make a good impression, both to y/n and the ones around her.

"So, did you miss me that much you came to find me?" Y/n asked once the attention was taken off of them. Mai looked to be having a deep conversation with Yuuji whereas Maki and Nobara got up to dance. "And if I did?" Sukuna spoke, his face dangerously close to hers, when did he manage to get hip to hip with her? Then again y/n had grown so comfortable around him, she didn't notice.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm glad you did come." She replied, Sukuna could tell she was a bit tipsy, else he would be making out with her on that sofa not caring who was watching.

Y/n poured herself another drink, thank god she didn't have to get up to get a refill, but Sukuna's voice stopped her movements. "Maybe you should ease up there" he said watching her fill two cups.

Y/n raised a brow at him "since where are you a party pooper? come on it ain't a party without a drink" her voice was playful as she tried passing one cup to him. Sukuna liked this y/n too, she was a bit more giggly, she smiled a bit more, "I'm driving sweetheart". Y/n was satisfied with his answer and proceeded to gulp down on both the cups she filled before Sukuna could stop her. She laughed pointing at him with her tongue out "too slow". Sukuna could only smile and pat her head. She was something else.

Somewhere along the night, Maki and Nobara disappeared and so did Yuuji and Mai. "You better tell your brother to take good care of my friend" y/n's state was getting worse, or more hilarious, it depended on how you looked at it. Sukuna would straight up laugh with some of the things she said, and he was trying his best to keep all forms of alcohol away from her, for her own good. "I don't think you should worry, Yuuji is much better than me in these kinds of things." He replied honestly, but y/n didn't necessarily see it like that. "There's no way he's that smooth" she trailed, the corners of her lips tugging upward. "Well if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked me, didn't you think I was a dick?" Sukuna asked "Still do" her smile only grew wider.

One thing was for sure, y/n was very demanding when drunk, Sukuna left her side for the first time all night to get her some water, cause she felt 'like SpongeBob under that lamp drying out'. Not even slightly bothered by her request, Sukuna was on his way back to her, that's when he saw some guy standing infront of her trying to talk to her. Y/n even in her not very conscious state didn't tolerate people who didn't respect her "Just one song, come on it won't hurt, you're alone after all" the guy, y/n didn't care to catch the name of said "look, I don't dance, not unless the company is worth it, and I'm here with someone, leave me alone, this is getting annoying" Sukuna observed laughing to himself. He didn't feel the need to intervene yet. Y/n didn't like getting bossed around that's for sure, nor did she need a knight in shining armour to protect her, not that he would mind doing that. Sukuna casually sat down beside her again, ignoring the guy who was still standing there for some reason. That irritated him, it was enough that he tried to make a move on her, but not leaving while he was right there rubbed him the wrong way, "Here you go sweetheart" He said handing her the glass, praying that she won't drop and break it, he threw a glare at the guy who finally took the hint and left. "Thank you 'kuna." Y/n spoke, in a tone totally different from the one she had moments ago.

The nickname alone made his heart jump. Gojo was quite annoying when he called him that, but hearing the same word rolling out of y/n's tongue was completely different. Sukuna couldn't tell why he was feeling that way, he didn't care though, all he knew was that even the air smelled sweeter, when he was around her.

"You don't dance unless the company is good?" He asked, genuinely curious "well yes, if I feel comfortable I'll dance, but I don't really do it that much" she said, eyes heavy looking all over Sukuna's frame. " I see, how about we dance?" Sukuna suggested, he rarely danced himself, y/n made him want to get out of his comfort zone, hell he's already at a house party thanks to her.

"Only if you take some shots with me." She smilled at him malevolently. "You're playing dirty, who's going to take you home if I'm drunk?" Sukuna just wanted to hear her drunken logic "It probably takes a bottle for you to get drunk, you're clumsy, drunk or not, you're probably going to kill me if I get in your car".

Sukuna was full blown laughing, but she was right, her head was still not gone, she could walk and talk fine, she was just more talkative and cheerful, couple of shots wouldn't hurt, he could walk her home after since she lived close by, he remembered the way and then walk back home himself. She also gave him the cutest look he'd ever seen, how could he deny her?

"Ok you win" he raised his hands in defeat and y/n couldn't be happier. She poured 4 shots for them, which they quickly consumed and they were off to dance.

She never pictured him as a dancer, y/n saw Sukuna as the very cool looking dude standing on the bar, probably drinking whiskey with a bit of ice.

Looks can be deceiving, Sukuna was spinning her around, their bodies were pressed together, guiding each other to the beat. Eyes were meeting, body heat was exchanged, they fit like puzzle pieces even like this. Y/n kept looking at the exposed skin of his neck, why did he have to look like that and be this close, her face only grew warmer once her eyes met his and then dropped to his lips. Its not that Sukuna didn't want to kiss her, he would most certainly prefer her to be sober and remember it clearly the next day.

Those last two shots y/n had, in addition to Sukuna's body against hers, made her vision a bit blurry and her knees weak. "Hey doll, everything ok? You with me?" He shook her lightly by the shoulders, he could tell she was growing tired and he noticed how her demeanor changed. "Mhm, I'm sleepy 'kuna" there she goes again, making his heart skip beats. Y/n would be giving him so much shit had she realised she made him feel like that. "Ok then, how about we take you home ?" Sukuna's voice was so mellow, almost like he was talking to a toddler.

He guided her out of the crowded house, Todo was nowhere to be found, so Sukuna couldn't really let him know he was leaving.

Y/n was leaning on him, walking slowly down the street towards her place, but she abruptly stopped and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna asked, his sound as mellow as before. She was down right adorable, sitting there with a pout of her face .

"My feet hurt" y/n complained, dramatically throwing her arms around, if it was any other person Sukuna would've droped them to fend for themselves. "Really? That's sad" he replied, dropping down to her level, she only nodded, women's shoes are the most uncomfortable thing in the world. Sukuna scooped her up in his arms and carried her bridal style the rest of the way, he couldn't have her complaining and it wasn't like she would remember much either. With her arms wrapped securely around his neck, y/n could feel the warmth creeping up her neck all the way up to her ears, she didn't see the satisfied smile Sukuna wore.

Today went a lot better than he expected. So well that the tiredness got to y/n before they reached her apartment. Sukuna watched as she fell asleep in his arms. What a strange girl, she had both shyness and attitude, she was dancing her heart out no more than 15 minutes ago yet she still managed to fall asleep as he carried her.

Reaching her building, luckily the main entrance was unlocked. Sukuna took a peek at her, he couldn't bring himself to wake her up, she looked so peaceful, but unfortunately he had to. "Hey, which floor are you on?" He whispered softly, that was enough to shake y/n awake. "Third" she whispered back. Sukuna took the elevator up, and he finally reached her hallway, he only wished she didn't get her floor wrong or it would look like he was trying to break into someone else's house. "Doll, can you point your door for me? I'll put you down for a bit, where are your keys?" Y/n pointed at her door, handed Sukuna her keys and groaned as he set her down to unlock it for her. "You're such a brat" he pointed out swinging the door open, her annoyed face looked even cutter under the barely lit hallway.

Lord knows how Sukuna managed to find the light switches in the dark but he made it, y/n looked completely out of it now. He picked her back up and tried a few doors to find her bedroom. He gently layed her on the mattress. Y/n groaned again and said something about being uncomfortable. Of course she was uncomfortable, with her clothes still on from going out, there's no way she wasn't.

He shouldn't care right? He should just let her be and go home, but Sukuna could already tell she would have an awful nights sleep and he wanted her to rest properly. "Were do you keep sleep clothes" he asked, y/n pointed lazily at some drawer. After briefly digging in the drawer, he took out a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie for her.

He reached her frame again, undoing her shoes, sliding them off, next he prompted y/n with her side resting on the headboard so he could have her sit up with her legs dangling of the side of her bed. His hands found the rim of her shirt, her voice stopped him "don't look ok?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper. "I won't look"

"Promise?" She asked holding out her pinky

"promise" he stated locking it.

Sukuna averted his eyes from her body and helped her into her comfy clothes. Only one thing remained "Now come on time to get your makeup off"

"Nooo, I want to sleep" she complained loudly, dropping her body backwards on the bed. "Come on, it's not good for your skin, it will just be a minute, just be good for me" he said grabbing her hand, but y/n turned her head away. That's when Sukuna threw her over his shoulder, the most she could do was weakly hit his back and tell at him to put her down.

Sukuna sat her somewhere in her bathroom, while she still mumbled about being sleepy. He got a washcloth wet, and took a look at the products in her cabinet, she surely had an oil cleanser he just had to find it... bingo.

He pushed her hair out of the way and gently applied and massaged the product on to her skin, giving her instructions to keep her eyes and mouth close, he was extra careful not to cut her with his nails, then he used the washcloth to remove all the make-up that melted off. Sukuna also wore liner, not all the time but often enough to know that some things didn't come off with soap and water. He takes care of himself, his skin, his hair, his nails, everything. He knows a bit more than he's willing to share. Next he followed the same steps with her cleaner, y/n was enjoying herself, half asleep under his touch. He finished everything by applying a serum and a moisturizer on her face. "You've got the cheap stuff." He joked. "Hey it works" y/n defended as he picked her up once more.

This time he layed her under the covers, he pulled them up over her body, looking at her with plain adoration, he leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep tight, I'll text you." He whispered in her ear, turning around to leave. A hand tugged oh his wrist, the same way he had done to her a couple days ago. Y/n was looking at him with pleading eyes "please stay" she almost begged, "are you sure? Its really late" he said, y/n nodded patting the spot beside her, he couldn't say no to those eyes. He quickly got rid of his shoes and dress shirt, he disappeared to the bathroom to take off his eyeliner and got under the covers with her.

Y/n curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest, taking in all his warmth and scent while listening to his heartbeat, his arm was wrapped securely around her.

" Can I ask you something?" Y/n's voice broke the silence. "Didn't you want to sleep?" Sukuna teased, and y/n took the opportunity to ask anyway. "Why do you like me?" What kind of question is this? Sukuna blamed the fact that she was a bit out it. She had no reason to be insecure, she was stunning and she also had a personality to back up her looks. "Let's see... you're kind of a badass, no one really talks back to me like you do, you're quite easy on the eyes too" what he said was very true, but he was falling for the little details too. The way she picked mindlessly at her food as she talked when he took her out, or the way her eyes sparkled when something peaked her interest. Even her drunken self had him feeling things he never did.

"How come you were single? Judging by your friends it's been a while" The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, but y/n didn't give any signs of being bothered by his assumption. "Honestly, I don't want someone to fall out of love and leave me behind" Drunken words are sober thoughts. Sukuna didn't want to ask if that had happened to her before, he didn't care, he would do better than whoever hurt her.

More moments passed with him rubbing comforting circles on her back, he was sure she was asleep, her breath was slow and steady against his chest. "I wonder, what would you say if I asked you to be mine?" Sukuna whispered, staring up at her ceiling. "I'd say yes, airhead" y/n mumbled. Sukuna's eyes widened, she wasn't supposed to hear that. "I'll make sure to ask you soon then" he said, y/n looked up at him, this time he couldn't help himself and captured her lips in his, in a very slow passionate kiss. It didn't last long but it was enough to keep y/n's head spinning around with him running through it. "Sleep already, brat"

"okay 'kuna".

The light coming in, beaming through her curtains, woke y/n from a very peaceful sleep, now all she felt was the vodka she consumed the night before. Her head was pounding hard, she reached for her phone on her nightstand. Instead of her phone, her hand made contact with a piece of paper.

Good morning doll.

You're most definitely feeling like shit, but don't worry you didn't do anything too embarrassing. Unfortunately I had to go to work early and you looked cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. There are pain killers next to you, you must have a hell of a headache. Don't forget to eat, I made breakfast for you in the kitchen (with all I could manage to find, you should go grocery shopping more often). Text me or I might think you died in your sleep. Have a wonderful day y/n.

- Sukuna

PS I took a peek in one of your notebooks. I was right, your handwriting is really fucking bad.

Of course he had to be his usual smug self, y/n found herself laughing at the words scribbled on the paper that was obviously ripped out of one of her notebooks. His handwriting was as pretty as his drawings, so aesthetically pleasing. He had even taken time to doodle coffee cups, and some trees at the bottom of the page.

The events from the previous night were starting to flood back to her head head. She took the pain killers Sukuna left out for her, he was kind enough to place a glass of water on her nightstand too. Y/n couldn't believe Sukuna not only stayed over, but he also put in so much effort for her, he certainly didn't look like the type to do so.

Walking in her kitchen, what she witnessed, exceeded all her expectations. When she read breakfast she thought he made her a sandwich, which she would've been extremely grateful for. Sukuna had gone all out, from pancakes, to French toast, an omelet and even her coffee served. She just stood there looking at her table, mouth almost hanging.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sweat pants.

You should've told me you were going out with Yuuji's hot brother. I would've never guessed that's your type.

Mai seemed to be in a mood to tease her.

You're right I should've told you, your turn, where did you and Yuuji run off to last night?

Y/n laughed knowing it was going to take a while to get a response. She sat down looking at all the choices she had, wondering what to pick. It's safe to say everything was as delicious as Sukuna.

I'm impressed. You draw, you cook AND you didn't burn down my house, I'm very thankful for that (breakfast was delicious too).

Sukuna, stared down at his phone, all the stress he had two nights ago long forgotten. Only thing that remained was to get y/n right back in his chair.

Happy to hear you're alive and kicking and you enjoy my cooking. I've got to go through, some dickbag wants me to do a cover-up. I'll talk to you later.

He dealt with this client in an unusually polite manner. Y/n had brighten his morning from the moment he woke up next to her.

Bonus Domain shenanigans: "Yuuji was right, I had to push him" Geto said to an agitated Gojo, who wanted to get under Sukuna's skin for a little longer. "Then hopefully he will bring her over, that would for sure be fun, he's going to get so worked up if we give her any attention." Gojo was rubbing his hands together at the thought. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not that worried about what Sukuna will do to you, we've both seen y/n, she doesn't even take his shit, I think she'd hit you." Nanami pointed out ."Well I haven't yet seen her, Yuuji said she was nice to him." Megumi joined the conversation remembering his friend talking about the girl, he had zoned out for half of it though. "I haven't seen her either, I did hear her though, she doesn't sound like she would let you pull something like that to him" Geto spoke again. "Nah she looked friendly, we can for sure make him foam at the mouth" Gojo plotted. "I can guarantee, she will rip of your head of if you try your shit." Sukuna was sure of it too.

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Hello 🥰 Whump fic idea :)TK lands in the hospital, again. But this time they're serious, serious injuries, he is under a respirator, he is not breathing on his own, the doctors do not give him much chance of survival, they even advise it would be the best to prepare for the worst and say goodbye, just in case. Owen calls Gwen, she's arriving the same day with Enzo and baby junior. When in the hospital they find out how it happened and that it's mostly Owen's fault (I don't know, for example, he allowed Tk to enter the unstable building to tend to the patient, or whether he made someone else angry and this person unloaded it on TK, or Owen decided to do something reckless and TK wanted to save him or it is The arson situation from 2x12 so Gwyn arrives pregnant, without a baby of course), Gwyn slaps him twice and Enzo punches him right in the nose, breaking it, for risking TK's life. Fortunately, despite the bad prognosis, TK wakes up, but after he took his sweet time being in a coma.

holly's august extravaganza day 3: the meetings for those in my wake

thanks for the prompt! i really loved writing this one though i need to confess to toning it down a little? idk but with the way it was going it didn't feel right to have enzo break owen's nose. i hope you still like it!

ao3 | 3.3k | major character injury, coma, angst with a happy ending

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news.

TK got in a fight.

TK overdosed.

TK was shot, he’s in the hospital.

Over and over, until the first words out of her mouth whenever Owen’s name flashed up on her screen were, What’s wrong?

Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas. Gwyn suspects it’s partly TK’s influence—he’s been more than enthusiastic in getting to know his baby brother, and Isaac has latched onto TK despite only seeing him in person every few months or so. But they’ve talked as well, she and Owen, and they really are doing better. They’re almost like friends now, which is why Gwyn thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Owen?” Gwyn repeats, louder this time, her heart leaping into her throat. She sits down heavily on the sofa as she waits for Owen’s response; there’s only one thing that could make him cry like that, and tears prick at Gwyn’s eyes as she imagines TK hurt again, or worse.

“Gwyn,” Owen eventually manages to gasp out, voice wrecked. “Gwyn, it’s TK. He’s… You need to get here. You need— It’s not like last time. They don’t know if he’s going to— They don’t think— It’s bad. Really bad.”

Owen breaks off, crying harder, and Gwyn claps a hand to her mouth. She remembers well how devastated he’d been when he called about the gunshot, but this a whole other level. Gwyn’s head spins with the potential implications of that and she finds her breath coming in sharp gasps, but it’s Owen’s next words that knocks it from her altogether.

“They think we should say goodbye.”

The rest of the story comes haltingly—someone got angry after his son couldn’t be saved on a call, he came to the firehouse, he attacked TK—but Gwyn barely hears it. Her boy is in the hospital again and this time…this time he might not be coming home. She can’t understand it; she spoke to him just two days ago, they made plans for he and Carlos to visit for Isaac’s birthday, and now…

“I’m so sorry, Gwyn,” Owen finishes. She feels a flash of that age-old urge to scream at him, but she fights it off, not wanting to wake Isaac.

“I’ll be on the first flight over,” she promises, then ends the call, sliding off the couch to the floor. Her phone falls from limp fingers and harsh sobs tear from her throat, muffled by the press of her fist against her mouth.

Enzo finds her there an hour later and immediately takes her in his arms, not complaining about her tears soaking his shirt. When she tells him what happened, he insists on joining her, and Gwyn allows herself to take that shred of comfort and run with it.

She thinks it’s the only comfort she’s likely to get right now.

The next flight isn’t until morning, so Gwyn spends a sleepless night packing and unpacking their suitcases and making phone calls with the firm and her clients to cancel everything for the foreseeable. She has the brief, terrible thought about whether she should pack funeral attire, which almost sends her into a panic attack as reality hits her all over again.

Enzo saves her from it, gently guiding her to bed, but not before she packs the clothes anyway.

Isaac seems to pick up on her mood when they’re hurrying out of the house, remaining mostly quiet aside from the odd question about where they’re going. He perks up considerably when he finds out they’re heading to Austin, babbling about seeing TK, and Gwyn has to blink hard to keep from crying again. Enzo reaches over to take her hand, and he barely lets go until they’re landing in Austin.

*

The entrance to the ICU looms before her, and Gwyn feels stuck. There had been a part of her, still, that had hoped to find TK miraculously awake and on the mend, like the last time she had made this trip. She doesn’t want to believe that he’s here, hurt, maybe dying.

But he is, and she’s forcefully reminded of that fact when a kind-looking nurse approaches her hesitantly.

“Ma’am? Can I help you?”

Gwyn blinks at her, her brain taking a moment to catch up. “I, um. I’m here to see my son. TK Strand.” She pauses, then shakes her head, cursing herself internally. “Tyler Kennedy Strand.”

The nurse’s entire demeanour changes, a sympathetic smile taking over her face. “This way.” She leads Gwyn through the ICU, then points at a door near the end of the corridor. “Tyler’s room is just there. I promise, we’re doing everything we can for him.”

Gwyn nods absently, her gaze stuck on the door the nurse had indicated. She walks forward slowly, the room seeming to get further and further away until, suddenly, she’s standing on the threshold, and she sees her son.

TK is barely visible, his face half-obscured by the ventilator, half by bruises, and heavy gauze covers his forehead. His arms, resting limply at his sides, are littered with scrapes, and if Gwyn squints, she can just about make out more bandages peeking out from under the hospital gown.

She’d thought that seeing him would make it all real, but she feels separate from everything somehow, only one thought going through her mind on repeat.

This is not my son.

A quiet whisper draws her attention to the figure sitting at TK’s side. Gwyn has to suppress a gasp as she takes in Carlos’s appearance; she hasn’t seen him in person since the wedding last year, and his pale face and red-rimmed eyes cut a stark contrast to that day. He hasn’t noticed her yet, wholly fixated on TK, one hand gently stroking the tufts of hair poking out above the bandage. His lips move and Gwyn knows she should walk away, but instead she finds herself leaning closer, straining to hear Carlos’s words.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he’s saying. “I know you’re fighting and I know you’re going to try as hard as you can to come back to us—believe me, Ty, I am praying every day to see those pretty green eyes of yours open again. But I—I want you to know that it’s okay if you can’t. If it gets too hard, if you need to let go, you can. I already miss you like crazy and I really, really, don’t want to live the rest of my life without you, but the thing I can’t stand more than that is the idea of you suffering.

“Come back if you can, but if someday you find you can’t, remember that I love you and we’ll be okay. I promise.”

Carlos sniffs and ducks his head to place a gentle, lingering kiss on TK’s cheekbone. It’s such a tender, intimate moment, but it quickly shatters when Carlos looks up and spots her, his eyes going wide. “Gwyn. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were there.”

She waves him off, willing herself to finally step into the room. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I should have said something, but I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Carlos nods, giving her a small, sad smile, which Gwyn does her best to return. She pulls up another chair and sinks into it, reaching out to take TK’s hand. She’s startled by the coolness of his skin, and more tears burn in the back of her eyes.

“What did the doctors say?” she asks, clearing her throat and twisting her body towards Carlos, though her eyes never leave TK.

“That it was a miracle he made it through surgery,” Carlos says, sighing wearily. “Eight stab wounds, too much blood loss, damage to his organs, broken ribs—that’s all bad enough, but they’re most worried about his brain. He took at least two blows to the head, and add that to the fact he wasn’t breathing for a good few minutes… They keep saying not to speculate, but we all know the odds here.”

Carlos’s voice breaks and Gwyn reaches out to comfort him, feeling sick to her stomach at the revelation. Why anyone would do this to her boy, she can’t comprehend; she finds herself both wanting answers and feeling unable to take any more.

Owen chooses that moment to appear in the doorway, looking every bit as wrecked as he sounded on the phone. “Gwyn,” he says roughly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Carlos moves as if to give them privacy, but Gwyn shakes her head at him, cutting off his protests before he can even get them out. “You stay with him, Carlos,” she tells him. “We’ll talk in the hall.”

They head to a quiet spot not too far from TK’s room, and Gwyn turns to face Owen, holding her arms. “What the hell happened, Owen? Why is our son lying in there, not even breathing on his own?”

A flicker of a frown crosses Owen’s face. “I told you—”

“No, you didn’t.” Gwyn clenches her jaw, staring him down. “You said he’d been attacked, not that some maniac had used him as their personal punching bag.”

A few more seconds pass before Owen relents, sighing. “There was a call,” he starts, voice heavy with sorrow. “A car accident; dad and his kid were trapped inside. We got the dad out but the son was stuck pretty good. It took a long time to free him and by then it was too late—EMS did their best, but he was gone.

“The dad went ballistic, screaming at all of us, but especially at TK. We don’t really know why, but it was probably a convenience thing; TK had been the one to break the news, he was the closest person—the guy wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. He threatened him, tried to hit him—the cops had to arrest him eventually, but you know TK. He refused to press charges, said that the dad was just in shock and that he understood.”

Gwyn smiles a little at that; her son has always been too forgiving for his own good. It’s never come back to hurt him this badly before, though.

Owen pauses, throat bobbing as he seems to work up to the next part. His voice is quiet, and he seems reluctant to meet Gwyn’s eyes. “He showed up at the firehouse a week later—the dad, I mean. He said he wanted to apologise and, I swear, Gwyn, he really did seem genuine. None of us wanted to let him near TK, but ultimately it was TK’s decision. They went round the side of the house to talk; when neither of them came back after twenty minutes, we went looking.

“By that time, the guy was gone, and TK was…” He stops and shakes his head, swallowing hard. “He could barely breathe. Tommy and Nancy did what they could and they got him here quickly, but we have no idea how long he’d been like that before we found him.”

Gwyn’s head snaps up, a white-hot anger flashing through her. “I can’t believe you,” she hisses. “You left our son alone with a man who had already threatened him for twenty minutes, Owen.”

Owen frowns. “I told you, he seemed genuine. And TK—”

Gwyn can’t help it; she slaps him. “Don’t you dare,” she grounds out, crowding into Owen’s space. “Don’t you dare act like this was his fault.”

“I wasn’t—”

Her arm moves on instinct, but before she can connect again, a hand closes around her wrist. Gwyn turns to find Enzo staring at her, brow wrinkled in confusion.

“Gwyn, what’s going on?”

She shakes her head and takes a step back from Owen, freeing herself from Enzo’s grasp. “What’s going on,” she responds tightly, “is that he is part of the reason why my son is half-dead in there.”

Enzo gapes between them. “What?”

She ignores the question, needing to focus on anything else to keep her anger from overwhelming her. “What are you doing here anyway? Where’s Isaac?”

“He’s with Grace and Judd, they offered to babysit so I could come here. What—”

“Hang on,” Owen interrupts. “What is he doing here? I figured he’d stay in New York with the kid.”

“Isaac is TK’s brother, Owen,” Gwyn says, turning on him again. “And Enzo has just as much right to be here as any of us; he was more of a father to TK than you were sometimes.”

Owen’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Him? You’re joking, right?”

Gwyn isn’t sure what happens next, who starts it, but soon they’re all yelling, insults and accusations flying around the ward. There’s a furious nurse heading their way, but before she can say anything, another voice cuts through the argument, quiet and trembling but still somehow powerful.

“Get out,” Carlos says. “All of you.”

They all turn to him, Gwyn’s lips parting in shock. Owen takes a step towards him, holding his hands out in a gesture that’s probably meant to be pacifying.

“Carlos—”

“I mean it, Owen,” he snaps, harsher than Gwyn has ever heard him before. “You all screaming at each other is the last thing any of us needs, least of all TK. The only person to blame in all this is the guy who attacked him, and he’s already in custody; he’ll get what’s coming to him. If TK—” Carlos breaks off, clenching his jaw and staring down at the floor. He closes his eyes for a moment, before breathing out shakily and looking back up at them. “If anything changes, I’ll call you, I promise. But you can’t be here right now. Go, please.”

Carlos doesn’t wait for a response before turning on his heel and going back into TK’s room, reassuming his position next to the bed. Gwyn watches him for a second, nodding when Enzo pointedly takes her elbow.

“He’s right,” she says, directed at Owen. “We should go.”

Owen glares, gearing up to argue again, but he must think better of it as he suddenly slumps, all the energy draining out of him. “Right,” he mutters. “Right.”

They file slowly out of the ICU, closely watched by the hard eyes of the nurse from before. Gwyn spares one last look before forcing herself forwards; if getting here was hard, walking away is a thousand times worse.

*

Three weeks pass with no change and, crucially, no improvement. Gwyn spends more time with Carlos than she ever has before, and she hates that it’s her son being comatose that has brought the two of them closer. A tentative peace exists between her and Owen and she knows—truly, she knows—that the attack wasn’t his fault, that there was nothing that could have stopped it.

But she can’t help but be angry that, once again, her son was seriously hurt and she wasn’t around.

She takes Isaac to see TK once, when the worst of the bruises have faded a little. She worries that he’ll be scared, and he does seem to hesitate when they reach the room; in truth, Gwyn hadn’t wanted to bring him at all, but he’d kept asking about TK and she’d found herself helpless to do anything but acquiesce.

They still haven’t told him what’s going on. No-one knows how to. All Isaac knows is that TK is a little hurt and he needs rest, and even that knowledge seems to upset him.

Once he gets used to the sight, Isaac stretches his hands out to the bed. “TK,” he says simply, looking pleadingly up at Gwyn.

She hugs him close, trying to smile for him. “TK’s asleep, sweetie,” she explains. “He needs rest.”

“When wake up?”

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.”

*

Three weeks pass, and the doctors start talking about options and next steps. It’s obvious what that’s code for—they want to pull the plug. They’re told to take all the time they need to discuss it but, ultimately, the decision will be Carlos’s, as TK’s husband and next of kin.

Gwyn knows what choice he’s going to make; it’s the same one she, or anyone else in his position, would make.

That doesn’t make it any easier to bear, for any of them.

Gwyn finds him in the hallway, bent over with his head in his hands. She goes over and quietly sits in the chair next to him, placing a comforting hand on his back.

There’s a long silence before Carlos sniffs and turns to her, his face the picture of devastation. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this, Gwyn,” he whispers, voice cracking. “How am I supposed to just give up on him like that?”

She shakes her head. “You’re not giving up on him, Carlos. You’re letting him go.”

“I don’t know how to do that either.”

“None of us do.”

Silence again, but this time, it’s Gwyn that breaks it first. “Listen, Carlos, I know this is hard. God knows I wish none of us were even here. But we are, and we have to do what’s best for everyone, including TK.”

“I know that,” Carlos admits. “I just don’t want to lose him.” He closes his eyes and leans into Gwyn, allowing her to wrap him in a hug. “I wish we had more time.”

Gwyn’s heart breaks all over again, and she squeezes his shaking shoulders. “We’ve got time,” she says, though she knows that’s not what he meant. “As much as you need.”

The sob she’s answered with tells her there’s not enough time in the world for Carlos to say goodbye to TK.

*

The call comes in the middle of the night. Dread pools in Gwyn’s gut as she accepts it and lifts the phone to her ear, her hands trembling.

“Owen?”

“Gwyn. TK, he—he woke up. It was only for a few seconds, but he woke up, Gwyn. The doctors said it was a miracle; they think he might actually recover.”

Gwyn gasps, a sob crawling up her throat as the news sinks in. It’s everything she’s been praying for ever since that first call, and all she can think about now is getting to TK.

“I’ll be at the hospital in fifteen,” she says. She ends the calls and raises her hands to her face, wiping away the tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

Maybe this nightmare is finally coming to an end.

*

TK is off getting tests when Gwyn arrives, but she’s finally allowed back in the room an hour later, Carlos and Owen on her heels. The ventilator has been removed, replaced by a nasal cannula, and his eyes are open—barely to slits, but Gwyn doesn’t care. TK is awake and alive, and that’s all that matters.

As soon as she’s in the chair by the bed, she reaches out for him, her touch feather-light as she strokes his cheek. “My brave boy,” she whispers wetly. “My brave, brave boy.”

TK’s head rolls on the pillow so he’s facing her and he mumbles something that’s probably meant to be a greeting, but the words jumble together and come out as gibberish.

Gwyn thinks it’s the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard.

They’ve all been briefed about the risks of brain damage and all the potential lasting consequences which could impact the rest of TK’s life. But right now, as she holds TK’s hand with Carlos on his other side and Owen at her back, Gwyn chooses to take solace in the constant rise and fall of TK’s chest and the heart monitor beeping out a steady rhythm.

There’ll be enough time for worry later; for now, her son is alive, and Gwyn can’t think of anything else that's more important.

[mrsseverussnape]

Hi! I'm sorry I just saw that request somewhere else and thought it was cute. Can I try again?

Can I suggest Alan x Reader and it's the first time they met each other at a Set or something and Alan really liked them but can't talk to them because they're both so busy so he tries to find out who they are and to get known to them? Then they go on a date and click immediately? :)

Fingers crossed! -💚

A/N: hello! Darling don’t be sorry🌸. It was on me, i just couldn’t think Alan like that. The fanfiction turned out little bit different than your request while i was writing it but i think it’s still cute so hopefully you’ll enjoy it💖

The timeline is early 90s.

Lucky Coincidence

You were on your way to your work in early hours, you liked to get out of your home early and walked to the museum where you worked. You have moved to Athens 2 years ago and from the very start you have fallen in love with the city. Especially the early mornings were your favourite, you loved to walk under the tangerine trees while the birds sang their sweet songs. But when you arrived in the museum, your dream-like moment immediately ended. 3 big trucks were parked in front of the museum door and they were blocking the road for the passengers but you showed your museum employee ID and rushed to the museum to see what’s going on. One of your co-workers saw you and your confused expression so she called out for you.

“Hey Y/N!”

You quickly walked up to her passing some people you don’t know. “Hi Eleni! What’s going on here?”

“They are going to shoot a movie here, for Hollywood! The museum made the arrangement last week when you were in your holidays.” Eleni explained excitedly but you weren’t very pleasant to hear this at all.

“So what are we going to do? Also they shouldn’t shoot a movie here, in a museum! They might damage the artifacts!”

“They will be here just for a week and they won’t use and flashes that cause a damage to the artifacts. And what you are going to do is you will give information about couple of sculptures to the actor, the boss wanted you to do this job.”

You sighed in annoyance, nobody has told you anything and now on the work day you found out that they are shooting a movie and you have to help them. “Thanks Eleni, I better see the boss. See you later!”

You made your way to the boss’ office and knocked on the door, you could hear some muffled voices coming from his room. Soon you heard him saying “come in”, when you entered the room you saw 3 more people beside your boss and one of them looked familiar, you have seen him in couple of movies; Alan Rickman.

“Good morning, miss Y/L/N. I was waiting for you. Have a seat please.”

You did as you’re told while greeting him back. He gave you a brief about what is going on and explained your job.

“Meet Mr. Rickman, you are going to help him about the sculptures.”

You were trying hard to hide your grin, maybe that movie thing wasn’t so bad overall. The actor smiled at you softly while holding his hand out for a handshake. You didn’t make him wait for long and shook his hand, you must admitted to yourself his hands were so soft and felt good on your skin.

“Since we met, when do you want to start studying about some sculptures, Mr. Rickman?”

“Now?”

“Alright! Then please follow me. Good day gentlemen.” You said rest of the men while leaving the room with Alan.

“So you are going to portray a history professor?” You started a small chat on your way to the first sculpture.

“Apparently.” Alan smiled softly, his hazel eyes were fixed on you. He wasn’t expecting to have such a beautiful young woman like you as his tutor.

“We need historians who looks like you, then maybe people will be more interested in it.” You blushed like crazy after realizing what you just said. Alan smirked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I think you can lure people into history too with your pretty face, Miss Y/L/N.”

You bit your bottom lip while peeping to his way.

“Th-that is the first sculpture.” You mumbled while pointing the Aphrodite, Pan and Eros sculpture in front of you, still flushed by his words. He moved closer to you when you started to talk about the sculpture. Alan took a notebook out of his pocket and took some notes. You two walked around the archaeology museum, stopped time to time and you gave him some information about the meritorious artifacts. Alan was amazed by your knowledge but mostly by you. But your little study session cut by a worker who called Alan, saying he needs to get dressed for the shoot. Alan sighed and nodded at the worker.

“I must go… Thank you for your time, it has been a splendid lesson.”

“I am glad you enjoyed Mr. Rickman. See you tomorrow.” You have taken one step away from him when you heard him.

“Alan, call me Alan.”

Your lips formed a smile, turned your head to see him. “Y/N, just call me Y/N.”

 ~~~~

It has been 6 days since they started to shoot the movie and also 6 days you started to give Alan short history classes for his role. You and him kind of grew closer with each day, enjoyed each other’s companies but both of you were real busy with your real jobs beside that sessions, the longest time you two spent together was only 50 minutes. Tomorrow was their last day in Athens for the shooting and the director sent a message to you with a young boy; saying you don’t need to come tomorrow for your study session with Alan because plans have changed and they will be flying back to UK in the early morning. You knew this will last long only a week but your heart broke after hearing this out loud. You have enjoyed your time with Alan more than you wanted to admit, your little study sessions have became your favourite part of your day. And if you knew today was your last day with him, you could have done something special or at least you could say him a good bye. Your mood changed in a bad way after this news and you closed yourself in your room until end of your working hour.

While you were making your way out of the museum, you looked around to see Alan but he was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t want this to end like this, you walked over to his van hoping you might find him there but after couple of knocks you had to accept the fact he wasn’t there either. You were about to leave but then an idea came to your mind. You ripped a page from your notebook and wrote your name and phone number then did slide it under the door.

You were chilling on the sofa with a book when your phone rang. You literally jumped up and run to it, hoping it’s Alan.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” the thick voice ensured you, it was Alan. You jumped slightly out of excitement.

“Yes, it is me.”

“I didn’t know about change of the plans this morning, I would say goodbye to you if I knew…”

You sense the sadness in his voice and it broke your heart, you stayed silent since you had a lump in your throat. Alan continued after a while.

“I know it is quite late but… Can I see you, Y/N?”

“Yes!” you have sounded very excited but you didn’t care about it at all. “I’ll be in front of the hotel in 20 minutes.”

“I will be waiting for you.”

As you have said you arrived the hotel he has been staying in 20 minutes, you saw him there by the door and walking back and forth.

“Alan!”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to your way immediately. “Y/N! Thank you for coming that late, you must be tired…”

You rubbed his arm gently and smiled up at the tall man. “I wanted to see you too, Alan. I was hoping you’d call…” you bit your lip shyly end of your sentence.

“There is not much to do at that hour, so you want to walk and talk?”

“Sounds good to me.”  

You two started to walk on the streets of Athens while talking about everything and nothing. It didn’t take long for you to notice that you two have so much in common. You haven’t talked about anything but the sculptures during your sessions so this surprised you both. You couldn’t help but think if you could meet with him another time, everything could have been different in a better way.

“I quote Plato; ‘According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.’”

“I have never heard it before, this is very interesting.”

You stopped and looked at him in the eyes.

“I feel like you are my other half, Alan... I know it is very early to say this but i just feel like it, y’know.”

His eyes grew in surprise for a second but soon his expression turned into a loving one, his hands found yours.

“I must agree with you, Y/N.” He looked deep in your eyes and leaned closer slowly. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might just run away from your body. Alan stopped when your noses touch each other.

“May i kiss you?” He whispered with his husky voice which sent shivers down your spine with anticipation. You nodded eagerly, he chuckled at you before pressing his lips onto your soft ones. It was a gentle kiss but you have never felt that good in your life. Your hand moved to his head, pulled his honey coloured hair gently which caused him to moan into the kiss. You pulled away smirking at him.

“Our lips fit so well too, we are totally soulmates.” You rested your hands on his chest smiling cutely at him.

“No doubt.” Alan kissed your forehead. “I will come back to you whenever i can...”

You sighed, you were back to reality from your dream state. “Don’t forget me...”

“I will never Y/N. How could i forget my other half anyways?” He pulled you in for a hug, you felt so safe in his warm presence and rested your head on his chest. The moon and the starts were shining above you in the darkness of the night while the tangerine flowers’ scent filled your nostrils and you were in the arms of a dreamful man. You couldn’t ask for a better night.

[luveline]

hi lovely do you think you could write something similar to the thing you wrote about peter covering reader’s ears but do it with steve please? 💖

steve protects ur ears from the kids when they're too loud!! the whole gang but the plot of s4 never happened au ♡ 0.7k | fem!reader

Steve's gaggle of kids are amazing. All extremely intelligent, funny, caring and with a fascinating dynamic to them, the familiarly of family. Despite this, you hesitate when Steve asks if you want to go to a movie night he's hosting. 

"I don't know, Stevie," you say over the phone, red plastic biting your cheek. 

"Why not?" 

His disappointment is clear and unbearable. You don't like lying to him, and you don't want to tell the truth, either, so you freeze up. 

"Did something happen?" he asks worriedly. 

You shake your head and then realise he can't see you. "Uh, you know what? I thought I had the dentist, but that's next week." 

"Oh, awesome, so you're coming?" 

"Yeah… I'll be there," you say with a weak attempt at enthusiasm.

And now you're here between Steve and the arm, crushed, the sofa at dangerous capacity. Max sits at your feet with Lucas to her left, the popcorn bowl in her arms. They're laughing about something that just happened in the movie that you didn't catch. Dustin and Mike are arguing, Will sits tamely by Steve's other side. The kids have drifted to their honorary babysitter, and the friends your age have been fighting over the La-Z-Boy. 

Robin had refused to move, knowing somebody would take her seat, and almost peed her pants in efforts. She shouts in exasperation as she finally leaps up and Eddie slides straight into where she'd been. 

There's an ensuing argument, a burst of El's laughter, and it's so happy and you should be happy because you're all together, but your friends are just – so loud.

You watch in mild horror as Nancy reaches for the remote to turn up the TV. 

"Am I comfortable?" Steve asks.

You frown in confusion to realise that you've sunk into his side, shying away from the overstimulation. 

"Sorry," you say, cringing at the sound of your voice in your head. You swallow and that sounds worse. 

Steve pushes his foot under yours and hooks your ankles. "Yeah, you should be.  What do I look like to you, a throw cushion?" 

"You know, I was thinking your mom's taste in decor has gotten worse." 

"You're done," he says menacingly. 

You giggle and he smiles wide, like, wide.  His cheeks apple and his nose twitches with it. He has a cute nose. 

"I'm glad you're smiling," he tells you. 

"Why?" 

"You've been moody all day."

"Have not." 

"Have too." 

"Have not." 

"You're right, you were smiley this morning." 

You usually are around Steve. This had been before everybody arrived for the evening. 

He's watching you carefully, slightly smug, waiting for your answer to his teasing. Bad timing, something unexpected happens in the movie. It's a horror comedy and pretty horrific when it wants to be. The kids have all wound each other up and the surprise has them gasping, an anticipation for a final flinch. You shift further into his shoulder, ducking your head down. 

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulder and it's hardly unusual, but his hand grazes your neck and then he's bringing it to your ear, covering the shell carefully. 

Your eyes move back to his face, startled, and you jump bad when the kids finally scream. 

Steve frowns. 

"Guys," he says without taking his gaze from yours, "I have neighbours." 

"Do you? I thought this neighbourhood was just abandoned has-been golden kids with mommy issues," Robin says, deadpan. 

Steve brings you closer still as he turns to Robin, your face hugged to his chest. "That's too far." 

"Sorry," she says, not sounding sorry but looking it as she sets herself down on the armrest of the La-Z-Boy. 

Her eyebrows rise. 

"Is she okay?" she mouths.

Steve brings his free hand to your shoulder and rubs it, shrugging. He dips his head to yours. 

"Are you okay? Robin's asking." 

"Tell Robin I'm dying of influenza." 

He meets eyes with his best friend and mouths, "Diarrhea." 

"Fucking liar," she mouths back.

He starts laughing. You peek up at him, curious, still overwhelmed. Another gaggle of screams has your eyes squinting closed again. 

He doubles down on his affection and you relax only just. 

"It's too much?" he asks.

You shake your head.  

He tucks you into his side. "Tell me if it is, okay?" 

"Yessir," you whisper. 

He chuckles. "So polite," he teases, words sticky and quiet. If he relaxes under your embrace that's nobody's business but his.

[karmaischerryred]

🍒 NSFW 18+

🍒 Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs

🍒 x Fem Reader

🍒 A/N: Hello! This would be my first time posting my work here. I create fan fiction on a different website but I'm linking all my R-rated chapters or one-shots here; also for y'all to enjoy, to whoever finds this.

🍒 Background:

The story I published on the other website is a book of Fem Reader x Dazai One Shots of them doing ordinary (and sometimes not-so-ordinary) things a couple would do. It's kind of parallel to the events happening in BSD, but they're not in chronological order. Every six short stories, I'll be uploading an NSFW 18+ one, and this is the first. Reader's character is consistent all throughout the stories.

🍒 My inbox is always open for suggestions, though I can't promise fast productivity because I have classes :) Enjoy! xx

Y/n took another sip from her wine.

She grimaced as she swallowed the warm liquor, disliking the smell. Normally, she'd prefer champagne over this, but she had associated the sparkling drink with parties and celebration.

And nothing was worth celebrating about tonight.

Under the dark blue glow, Y/n sat on the couch overlooking Yokohama's city skyline. The clock reading almost forty-five minutes past midnight.

She pulled her silk robe tighter to her body. Even with the air-condition off, the breeze at an hour like this still managed to make her chilly. The alcohol was only doing so little to heat up her insides, and her uneasiness wasn't helping either.

Dazai had left her a message earlier that afternoon that he'd be home late. And that could only mean the agency had assigned him a job that so much required his ability; a job that was most likely dangerous.

Y/n trusted in his ability, and himself even without them. But she still couldn't help but worry about him at times like these. She didn't want to see him suffer terrible injuries, or at worst, actually die.

A sudden clicking from the door lock fortunately snapped her out of her building worries.

"You're awake."

Y/n placed her wine glass on the small side table, not turning to look at him. Instead, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back on top of the sofa's backrest, letting out a sigh of relief. "You know I choose to wait for you to come home."

Dazai walked towards her. "Ah, I wish you wouldn't. I would always come home to you no matter what."

She felt Dazai's arms rest on both sides near her head. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by her smiling boyfriend. His eyes glinted in reflection of the city lights right outside the big floor to ceiling windows in front of them. He looked extremely handsome under the teasing of the darkness.

How did she get so lucky?

He kissed her forehead, taking the time to inhale her scent, before making his way to lay on her lap. "Seriously, you should rest. I'll be busy often so you can't keep tiring yourself."

Y/n stroked his dark, perfect hair. "What was the task tonight?"

Dazai unconsciously drew circles on her thighs, the tip of his cold fingertips leaving goosebump on Y/n's already freezing skin. "Just had to er, capture a weretiger."

"The tiger that's been on the news?"

"That's the one."

"Why did they send you after it?"

"Him," he corrected. "The weretiger's an orphan's ability even he didn't know about. Poor boy scared everyone away at the orphanage, even himself."

Y/n let him continue. He might not proudly announce or show it, but she knew that he was growing to love his work.

The side that saves people.

He sat up and stretched. "Not even a scratch on me. Okay, Y/n? There's nothing to worry about."

She hugged him by the neck and kissed him right on his jawline, the most convenient place to land a kiss considering their height difference.

"Wait." He chuckled, standing up and pulling Y/n with him. "The job was done in a warehouse, I should probably clean up."

"All right." Y/n yawned and walked towards their bedroom. "I'll head in first while you go take a shower, you do smell like dust."

Y/n hung her robe by the door before sinking to relax on her side of the bed. She was grateful Dazai had been coming home more often recently. He'd sometimes choose to stay in the agency's dorm when there was too much work or when he felt like he was being closely observed by an enemy of some sort.

She closed her eyes, still trying to keep herself awake until Dazai joins her.

The door to the room swung open and she could hear his footsteps drawing closer. Dazai likewise found himself under the cool, white sheets and spooned Y/n, kissing her on the cheek while doing so.

"Y/n, you're hot."

"Thanks," Y/n mumbled sleepily.

He smirked. "Of course you are, but I meant your body temperature, kitten. Are you sick?"

She shook her head. "I maybe had too much to drink."

"You didn't have work to take home?"

"I drank while working until you arrived," she admitted. "It helps keep myself in check."

Dazai sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to brood so much."

Before Y/n could answer, she felt him lightly kiss her neck, his breath teasing the shell of her ear— her weakness.

"D- Dazai," y/n warned, doing her best to suppress a moan. "Aren't you tired from the job?"

She tried to control her breathing as she felt him go hard against her butt.

"I'm not tired," he assured, pulling her closer to him by the arm as his lips continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. "Turn around."

Y/n was sure her cheeks were flustered red by now. Good thing it was a little dark, with only the glow coming from outside the windows as their source of light. She turned to face him, now laying face to face.

He cupped her face with both hands. "You're too cute when you worry, but I'm sure you stress yourself enough at your internship."

She closed her hand around one of his and kissed it by the palm. "I don't mind. I want to wait for you."

Dazai smirked. "Then we must do something to relieve that stress, no?"

"W-Wha—? Dazai!"

In one swift movement, Dazai was on top of her, pinning her down with both hands at the side of her head.

"You're always so stubborn, Y/n." Dazai's lips hovered above hers. "But it's my turn now."

His lips pushed hard against hers, Y/n struggling to suppress a smile. Dazai rarely asked for them to do 'it' and like today, he'd usually find a way to pin the need on her benefit.

"You're playing hard to get, huh?" He kissed the area between her breasts, his hand finding its way underneath her tank top.

"Why can't you ask for this like a normal person?" Y/n moaned as he continued to play with her breasts.

He hummed in amusement, now tracing a finger from her nipple down to the hem of her pajama shorts. "Because I'm not a normal person, love."

Y/n held her breath as Dazai's fingers circled around her clit.

"So I'm going to make you ask for it." He kissed her on the forehead and pushed a finger inside her without warning.

On instinct, Y/n gasped and closed her eyes at the sensation. He was too good with his hands that even though she wasn't an ability user, she could suddenly almost understand how it would feel like to be nullified by his touch.

"No." He grabbed her gently by the jaw with his free hand, making her open her eyes. "Look at me."

"Dazai..." was all Y/n could muster through her moans as he continued to flick his finger from inside, and that's only one. She barely held his gaze as her own eyes would threaten to retreat at the back of her head.

"Yes?" He stopped abruptly.

Before she could stop herself, Y/n screamed out, "No!" And immediately avoided his gaze.

Ugh.

"You were saying something?" Dazai started again, now going for slow thrusts with the same finger. It was sliding in and out easily now that her body had given in to him, betraying her mind.

"Now that you started it," she seethed. "Please."

Even though he was still climbing back to the quicker tempo he had earlier, Y/n squeezed his free left wrist, signaling to him that she was close.

Dazai's love for control flashed over his dark orbs, he loved it even more when it involved applying it to Y/n in bed. "Please, what?"

He pushed another finger inside her, his other hand teasing Y/n's bottom lip before inserting two twin fingers into her mouth.

Y/n sucked on them to conceal her moans. She was reaching a different kind of high compared to how close she was a few seconds ago.

"F-Fuck—" Y/n struggled to talk now that her breathing has quickened, mimicking the pace of Dazai's fingers, while also still trying her best not to break their gaze.

Her body went rigid as she clenched around him, her fluids slipping past his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

Dazai took his fingers out of her mouth and covered it to muffle what was almost a scream from her, while his other hand continued to work their magic from below. His weight now slightly pinned half of her body down as she squirmed, overcoming her orgasm.

Once she was done, he retrieved his fingers and stretched them out with a smirk on his face, admiring the fluid dripping from them. "Can you talk properly now?"

Tears were forming at the corners of Y/n's eyes. She was already too sensitive down there, but she wanted more of him.

It could only get better than this.

"Please," she said with a shaky breath. "Fuck me."

"I love seeing you helpless like this." Dazai pulled out his member and stroked the tip with the wetness from his fingers. "Your wish is my command."

He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her butt to elevate the lower part her body, since she was smaller and shorter than he was.

They kissed again as he thrust inside, slowly but hard.

Y/n gasped into his mouth but he was quick to claim it again. His elbows resting at her sides, barely pulling out of her as he continued to stroke deeper and deeper into her insides.

She grabbed his hair as they continued to make out, fortunately stifling their moans for their neighbors not to hear. Every stroke made her eyes water up more as she reached for her second orgasm.

"Dazai," Y/n whispered in between kisses. "Faster."

He pulled away and grinned.

"Good girl." He pressed his lips on hers before rising to support his weight with his hands. "Safe word if it hurts, okay?"

Y/n nodded as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. She tried to grab at the pillow underneath her head, but Dazai reached for her hand and held on to it instead.

No sound came out of her mouth as she struggled to regain proper breathing, even though she was very near screaming her brains out. Dazai, too, was close to reaching his peak with his own moans muffled on to his shoulder.

She couldn't feel anything else with the rest of her body except for the part that's being pleasured greatly down there. She was so wet she could hear the sound liquid with every stroke, together with the sound of skin slapping against each other.

She squeezed his hand to signal him again. "Dazai, fuck!"

"Me too," he said, focused. "Fuck, I love it when you're loud."

"Cum in me."

"What?" He started to thrust rougher at the same fast-paced jolts. It was starting to hurt but it turned her on even more.

And he knew this. He brought a hand up to her clit and started rubbing them.

"It's safe today," Y/n tried to catch her breath. She was dangerously close now that Dazai had done his final trick.

Her back arched as she arrived at her second orgasm, a bit more intense than the first one. She could feel Dazai empty himself into her, his jaw clenched as he slowed down.

He collapsed into her arms, whimpering in satisfaction. "You feel so good, Y/n."

She was too breathless to speak, her legs were shaking and she was throbbing down there. Y/n was in ecstasy, but the exhaustion came crashing down quickly to her.

"I'll go get you water." Dazai stood up and took a box of tissues from the dresser to clean his member off before tucking it back inside his boxers. He then left the room.

He came back with a glass of water, and assisted Y/n to sit up.

She took the glass gratefully and began chugging down the water. She then placed the glass on the bedside table once she was done, trying to get her breathing right.

Both of them shared a smile as Dazai tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know I fucking love you, right?"

Y/n nodded. "And you love fucking me."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Love On-Set (Pt. 08 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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Sleep Talking

Giggling, you and Dacre run to the elevator, trying to catch your breaths. “Do you think they'll notice?” You ask as the doors close.

“That we're an hour and a half late?” Dacre asks, sarcastically. “I think they will. Her floor?”

“Nine.” As you speak, you press the button. “Room... 905, I guess. If I'm wrong we'll be in a very embarrassing situation.” With a smile on your lips, you step closer to Dacre, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his lips. His arms holds you close and yours find their way around his neck. “What happened at the end of the movie, by the way?”

“I have no idea. I was too busy making out with this girl, you know.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, really?” You were just about to kiss him again when the usual beep announces you reached the ninth floor. “Work now, kissing later. C'mon.” Taking his hand, you rush to find room 905, knocking softly just in case this is the wrong one.

But your breathe out relieved when Joe opens the door. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

“Good night, Joe.” Ignoring his comment, you walk inside, not letting go of Dacre's hand. Everyone is in position, but they're all turned at you now. “Hey, everyone.”

“Sorry. We're a little late.” Dacre says, guiding you to the middle of the living room, only letting go of your hand when he has to get to his position, next to Max and Dustin.

“Late? You're like–”

“An hour and a half late, yeah.” Cutting Gaten off, you nod. “We lost track of time.”

“That's so sweet,” Millie says, and that's when you notice she was recording this small conversation with her phone.

“Alright, can we resume this? Now that the two lovebirds are here we can get into the action scenes.” Joe claps his hands together, and they start reorganizing the scenario.

The scene they decided to go over is one where Millie will be thrown away, hitting you and making you fall with her, sliding for a couple of feet. So that's what you're into now. You get the sofa pillows and lay it on the floor to break your fall, and the plan is to find the right way to fall without making a mess. When the safety measures are taken, Millie positions herself across the living room.

“Ready?”

“Ready.” You nod, and on the next second Mille starts running, letting herself fall right before you, and she successfully kicks both your feet from under you, dragging you down with her. If it wasn't for the pillows, you both would hit the ground hard. Despite losing your breath, you laugh out loud as you stumble back to your feet. “This scene is going to be so hard to shoot.”

“My butt hurts,” Millie complains in between laughs. “I think I'll try landing on my side.”

“I'll try to hold your waist. So your weight will pull me easily.”

“Alright. Let's go!”

The action is repeated again and again, and you're having way too much fun being dragged down. You managed to hit the floor a few times when Millie pulled some pillow out of their place, but despite some pains here and there, you're fine. Soon after, you follow up with some general markings. Who stands where and who's supposed to run where, and all the interactions you'll have. It's a lot to cover, and you're a little tired, but you fight off sleep, keeping up with their pace.

But when they decide to focus on a particular scene among the kids only, you let yourself fall on the couch, and Dacre comes to sit beside you, an arm around your shoulders.

“Sleepy?” He whispers in your ear, and you snuggle closer to him, your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, it's late.” Mumbling, you take a deep breath. Sleeping has been a little weird after you shared the bed with Dacre. You keep reminiscing that feeling, and it makes you feel terribly lonely. Cold, even. Sometimes you wonder if he ever feels the same. But you're way too shy to ask him that. “At least we only have to go to set tomorrow evening.”

“And that's why they're planning on doing that all night long.”

“What?” Bursting out, you turn to look at Dacre. “You're kidding me.”

“I swear I'm not.” He giggles at your eye roll. ”Well, it looks like they'll be doing that for a while...” Dacre gestures at the kids, and when you look, they're arguing about something, Noah and Millie with their scripts in hand, pointing at some line. “There's a sofa on the balcony we can use.”

“Please. If I get half an hour of sleep I'll be more than happy.” As soon as you're done speaking, he moves to stand up and you follow him.

“We'll get some fresh air,” Dacre says as he excuses himself, holding your hand as you make your way to the balcony. He slides the door open and gestures for you to walk out first and that's what you do. Dacre is a gentleman, Millie wasn't wrong about that, and the small details always warm up your heart.

You're happy to find that the small couch on the left corner will be shielded from their eyes by the wall. Dacre gently pulls you down when he takes a seat, and you let yourself fall with a deep breath, immediately snuggling closer, your forehead on his neck. “God, I didn't know I was this tired.” You mutter, pulling your legs up and laying them above his. Dacre's hand comes to your thigh, rubbing them softly.

“It's past midnight, I'm exhausted too.”

“Uhm... Let's sleep then.” Your voice is heavy with sleep, and your eyes are already shut.

You both fall into a gentle silence, as you fall into that funny state in between asleep and awake, where you're still somehow a little aware of your surroundings. And that means you know Dacre is holding you, making you smile. It's such an indescribable feeling. The butterflies don't seem to be sleeping at all, they still fly around your stomach, tickling your skin. It's amazing, better than being on LA, lying on the warm sand and watching the waves crashing. It's sweet and secure because you finally found someone who's not scared of what's inside, of confused, unnamed feelings. And you want him, this close, all the damn time.

“It's so weird to sleep without you.” The words leave your mouth, well, you think so at least, as you feel a warm hand rubbing the small of your back. “I feel so cold.”

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” A voice, so familiar and pleasant, speaks on your ear.

“Yeah.” You're quick to answer, the slow and steady movement of Dacre's chest rocking you to sleep.

“Hey!!” A shout makes you bolt awake, sitting up straight with your heart racing as your eyes find Millie, standing by the slide glass door. “Awn, I should've brought my phone. You look so cute.” Her voice softens as you clear your throat and stand up to your feet, still a little dizzy from sleep.

“Sometimes I wonder if your plan is to give me a heart attack.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair. “But let's go now, what's the scene we'll be doing now?”

“None. We're calling it a night.” Shrugging her shoulders, she gestures at the living room. “Almost everyone left already.”

“Oh, that's great!” You breathe out as Dacre stands up as well, taking your hand in his. “As you can see I'm super tired so I'll just head to bed.”

“Alright, but tomorrow at ten be back here,” Millie says as the three of you walk back inside. “I want you to perform the kissing scene.” There's a smirk on her voice, despite her back being turned at you as she makes her way to the door.

“Why?”

“Well, we gotta go over the scenes to make it right, haven't we?” Turning on her heels, she gives you a wicked smile.

“Well...” Mimicking her voice you smirk right back at her. “We have been kissing a lot so we kinda know how to do it, right, Dacre?”

At the mention of his name, he hugs you from behind, arms around your waist. “Absolutely.”

Millie rolls her eyes dramatically. She loves to tease, but she wasn't expecting you to snap back. “Alright, you two. Have a good night.”

“Good night.” Once you reach the hall, you take different directions since the elevator on the East side will leave her a lot closer to her room.

You and Dacre keep a slow pace, and you cover your mouth when a yawn comes. “I'll set my alarm to 9:45 tomorrow. I'll wake up, shower, and head back here.” Running a hand through your hair, you step in when the doors finally open. You both move at the same time to press the button, and Dacre gives you a look when you press 19. “What?”

“I was thinking that maybe we could...” His voice fades as he looks down at his feet.

“Tell me.” Stepping closer, you wrap your arms around his neck. “What were you thinking about?”

“Maybe we could sleep together. Like in the trailer.”

Oh. So he was thinking about that too... Right? Blushing a little, it's your time to avoid his gaze, shifting your weight from one leg to another. “Uhm, I... I would like that, but I'm so tired I don't think I'll be able to chat as we did in the trailer.” That's a stupid thing to say, you know it, but Dacre has this way to make you feel nervous, and you're not the smartest person on Earth when you're nervous. “But... Why this proposition now?”

“You kinda talk on your sleep and–”

“No, I don't.” Cutting him off, you step back, hands on your hips. “I absolutely do not and I forbid you to listen if I ever do, Mr. Montgemery.”

“Been a while since you called me that.” In a quick motion, he ends the small distance between you two, his arms pulling you close and his lips chasing yours. And despite the beep announcing that the doors are opening, you surrender to the kiss, lips moving together, as you both stumble out of the elevator.

“Alright, alright.” You exclaim when your hip hits one of the sideboards scattered around the halls. “Lead the way, Mr. Montgomery because I'm just about to faint of exhaustion.”

And so he does, never letting go of your hand. You can't help but feel a little nervous about this whole thing, almost to the point of finding an excuse and heading to your room. But you try to keep it cool, walking in, eyes immediately falling on the amazing view Dacre has from his balcony. “I'm still envious about the view you have here. It's the best. The only reason why I won't rant about it is because I'm tired.” Ignoring his giggle as he closes the door shut, you start making the way to his bedroom. “But just so you know, the first thing I'll do when I wake up is complain about why my room isn't facing this way. So brace yourself.”

“I would switch rooms with you, if only you ask.” Dacre reaches you when you get to the door, an arm hugging your waist. “Or just...” His voice fades as you both step inside. Turning on your heels, still in his embrace, you try to push tiredness back and understand whatever he means.

“Just what?” You watch as he closes the door silently. Dacre can be shy sometimes, mostly when he doesn't know if you will be comfortable with something, and when it happens, you always make sure to show him you want to know what it is. Even though this is not an official relationship yet, it does feel like it, and you're trying your best not to ruin it. To be honest and make everything work out.

“Maybe you could stay here.” The words finally come out, and you bite your lip as a little battle starts inside your heart. You do want to be around him as much as you can, but maybe it's too soon. Maybe this level of intimacy could break you apart before you even start. “I mean, there is only a couple of weeks left. Only the Battle of Starcourt scenes so... I just thought it could be nice.”

The fact is that you're always either here with him, or he's in your room. You only separate when it's time to sleep, so maybe this makes sense... And if it backfires, it means it was never supposed to be. Your mother told you to be brave, and don't let the anxiety and the habit of overthinking keep you from being around someone you love. “I agree...” Nodding, you look down. “I would be nice. But only–” Walking backward towards the bed, you point out at him. “–if we binge-watch The Office tomorrow.”

“Wasn't the plan to wake up fifteen minutes before ten and rush back to Natalia's?”

“Oh.” It completely slipped your mind. “Then we'll binge watch it whenever we can. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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The Battle of Starcourt is way more complicated than you thought. The fact that you spent a lot of time with the guys preparing for it doesn't help much. James makes several changes and several takes, and more and more days pass by. You've been sleeping on the trailers since it's a lot easier to come and go from the set.

Today, you're super tired, drinking on another RedBull can, hoping it'll keep you awake for a while longer. It's almost three in the morning, and there's no sign of an ending in the next hours at least. Resting your back against the wall, you watch Noah and Gaten play thumb war, as you wait for the director to call you into the scene again.

“How many did you had already?” Millie asks, gesturing at your can.

“Third.”

“Fifth.” Says Joe, raising his can from his place, seated on the floor some feet away. “But this thing isn't working. Still feel like I'll fall asleep any moment now.”

“If anyone falls asleep, I'll be following shortly after,” Natalia says and you giggle.

“He's changing the lightning. Again.” Dacre mutters as he stands beside you. The mall is colored in pinkish, purple, and some blue lights. It makes everything beautiful, and you took too many pictures already, alone, with Dacre, and with the rest of the crew. But the bad thing is that the low lights aren't helping with your sleep at all. “He's obsessed with the lightning.” Dacre's voice is heavy too, and you can tell he's as tired as you are.

“When we get back to the hotel I'll–”

“Alright, everyone. Let's go!” James calls and you set in motion, drinking what's left in your can before placing it down on a table and following the others.

You take your place among the kids, under a fake wall that fell, kneeled down, you wait for the sign for the scene to start. Dacre is across the area, waiting for his cue too.

“Let's try to get this done in this shot, guys!” As he speaks, the smoke starts building up, and a lot of lights go on as some others go off. “Alright. And action!”

Millie starts running, coming from one the halls, straight across the open area, jumping on the fountain, and then at the ground again. Behind her, some explosions happen, right on the marks where the Mind Flayer will step on. Millie basically throws herself on the floor, a few feet away from where you are with the kids, sliding until the half safety the fallen wall provides. You see as Finn holds her, making sure to keep the act, with a scared, anxious expression on your face.

“Steve! Now!” Gaten yells, and you watch as Joe comes into the scene, followed by a bigger explosion, so louder than expected that everyone, you included, is startled.

Something goes flying into the air, and you're fairly aware of something coming your way, but when you squint your eyes to try and see better, you notice it's too close now, and before you can raise your arms to protect yourself, you're hit by something in the face, a loud noise filling your ears as the pain spreads through your skull. You feel the metal thing flying past you, and some the guys yell too.

With a hand covering your right cheek, you hear as James ends the scene, but it's hard to bring sense to anybody's words right now, not when your hand is getting wet by what could only be blood. You try stumbling to your feet, ignoring the commotion around you, but when the whole place spins around, you fall back to the floor, closing your eyes shut.

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[katedrakeohd]

Nothing Like the Present (Part One)

[Part 9 of A Very Valtorian Christmas [Masterlist]

In this Episode: The Royal Heir gang

Duke Drake & Duchess Kate Walker, King Nicholas, Hana Lee, Maxwell Beaumont, Preston Davis (OC)

Warnings: None, just harmless fluff.

word count: 1633

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In the great room of Valtorian manor, Hana and Kate stand off to the side to watch the men move furniture. The goal was to create a comfortable seating area facing the Christmas tree so everyone could open presents together. Drake and Nicholas were working together to bring over pieces of the sectional sofa. Watching them it would seem that they'd set aside their differences in the spirit of cooperation. Although it was clear to Kate that the rivalry was very much alive as they tried to show off by carrying heavier things one handed. The grunts and mutterings of “Please let me help you with that, Your Grace, or Your Majesty..” were just making Kate shake her head.

Maxwell was honestly struggling to lift one of Drake's heavy arm chairs by himself. While Drake and Nicholas were preoccupied, Preston appears out of nowhere to help.

“Preston to the rescue,” Kate says quietly, nudging Hana with her elbow.

As Preston bends at the knees, his thighs and biceps flexing, demonstrating perfect lifting technique, the women can't help but watch. Maxwell pretends to help, gripping the arm of the chair and trying to keep up with the taller, stronger man. Maxwell looks over to Kate for directions, “Where should we put this Kate?”

Kate smiles and points to a space nearest to the tree, “Right over there. His Majesty deserves the best seat in the house.”

Drake straightens up from shoving an end piece of the sofa into place, he's slightly out of breath as he protests with a frown, “But..that's my chair.”

Kate tilts her chin up and gives Drake a disapproving look. He rolls his eyes and then looks away.

Nicholas wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, combing his hair back into place with his fingers. He gives Kate a respectful nod and a smile of gratitude. “You Honour me, Your Grace.”

Maxwell plugs in the Christmas tree, trying to hide the look of childish glee on his face as he looks to Kate and Hana expectantly.

 Kate giggles at him, “Ok Max, you can hand out presents.”

“Ooh, can I borrow Drake's Santa Hat?”

Preston tries to hide his smirk as he exchanges a glance with Drake, he's met with a frown and then his smile fades.

“Uh, sorry Max, but no.” Drake replies.

...

Kate snuggles under a throw blanket between Drake and Hana on the sofa. Picking up the edge of the blanket, Drake shifts over closer. Under the blanket, Drake nudges Kate's knee with his own. She nudges back and then leans into his side as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

“I love you Kate,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into her hair behind her ear.

Kate lowers her lashes as his warm breath tickles her neck, thankful nobody can see her goosebumps. “I know, Honey. I love you too,” she whispers back, reaching up to touch his cheek.  

Maxwell sits cross legged on the floor, humming to himself as he pokes through the presents. He picks out a large blue gift bag and hands it to Hana with a smile, “Here you go, this one is from me.”

Hana smiles as she opens the bag, pulling out a box of chocolate covered cherries and a bottle of sparkling wine from the Ramsford Estate. “Thank-you Max. How did you know these were my favorite chocolates?”

Maxwell winks back at her, “You’re like my best friend Hana Cakes, that's how, besides they're my favorite too. I remembered how you always went for those first at the sweets table. And I love the way you giggle when you’re full of champagne.”

Hana blushes, “Oh Max, you’re too sweet. I love you too.”

Maxwell shrugs bashfully, and then turns back to the gifts under the tree. He grunts as he hefts a heavy rectangle wrapped in red paper and checks the tag, “This one is for.. Nicholas. From Drake and Kate.”

Nicholas leans over to receive it, nodding his thanks to Kate. He carefully undoes the paper, being sure not to rip it. Drake chuckles, “Oh come on, man. Tear into it already.”

As the paper falls away, the carved metal gift canister of a 12 yr old whiskey is revealed. On the bottom of the canister is taped another smaller box. “Oh my goodness Drake, you shouldn't have.”

Nicholas’ eyes shine with gratitude as he unwraps and opens the second box to find a silver colored flask engraved with his initials. He rubs his thumb over the scrolling pattern of the letters.

“A little bit of liquid courage to take the edge out of Madeleine’s insufferable morning meetings,” Kate grins.

Nicholas slides the flask into his inside pocket, patting the outside of his jacket as the weight of it settles against his chest. “I’ll treasure it always, thanks.”

Drake feels a pleasant warmth spread through him as Max hands him a red striped package, knowing it's from Kate. He gives it a shake and hears something quietly shift inside the box. “Well it's definitely not anything noisy or heavy.”

Kate shrugs, not giving any hints at the contents. Maxwell hands Hana a small package with similar wrapping paper to pass along to Kate. She gives it a gentle shake, but hears nothing. Raising her eyebrows with curiosity she picks at the edge of the wrapping paper as Drake tears into his gift. Opening up a red garment box, Drake finds a pair of silky black pyjamas. He frowns briefly, and then smirks as he glances at Kate. “You got me..pjs? uh, thanks Kate.”

He lowers his voice and leans in close, “You know I don't wear anything to bed. So why silk?”

Maxwell leans over to peek at Drake’s new sleepwear. “Ooh, those are fancy looking jammies. Trust me dude, once you feel how nice they are against your skin you’ll never want to wear anything else.”

Drake closes the box quickly and sets it aside. “Uh.. ok. Don’t need to know why you might say that Max. I really don't want to imagine you wearing, and enjoying such a fabric against your skin. Not exactly helpful.”

Kate notices a blush rising up Drake’s neck, and pats him on the knee. “You only need to wear the bottoms Drake. I can wear the top if you feel two pieces is too much for you.”

Drake grins, rubbing at his jaw nervously and trying to mentally keep the image of Kate half naked out of his mind. He's glad that there is a blanket covering his lap. Clearing his throat, he changes the subject, trying to draw attention away from himself.

“Uh Kate, you haven't opened your gift yet. Oh and Max, there's a big box for you under the tree too.”

Maxwell’s face lights up and he looks through the other gifts for his own. The lower branches of the Christmas tree bounce and the ornaments jingle as he half disappears during his search.

Kate unwraps her gift as Hana looks on. They both gasp when Kate lifts the lid on the deluxe gift box embossed with gold lettering. “Are those diamonds?” Hana asks.

Drake sucks in a breath and grins sheepishly as he mumbles, “I certainly hope so, for what they cost.”

Kate's eyes well up with tears as she delicately traces the sparkling princess-cut diamond earrings with her fingers. Based on their size they had to be at least a carat each. “Oh Drake..,” she whispers.

Drake smiles at the expression on her face, “You like them?”

Kate is speechless, reaching over to pull him in for a kiss. When she sits back, she shakes her head in disbelief. “Yes, I love them. But they're too much.”

Drake reaches up, brushing a lock of hair back from her face, shaking his head with a smile. “No, nothing is too much, I wanted to give you something that shines and sparkles as beautifully as you do.”

Kate gives him another kiss and then sits back with a smile, wiping at the corner of her eye. “Thankyou Drake, they're so beautiful.”

Turning toward Hana, Kate smiles happily and hands her the box so that Hana can see the earrings up close. They ooh and ah as she tilts them in the light to see how they sparkle and shine.

Drake breathes a sigh and sits back against the sofa, happy to see Kate happy. A squeal of delight distracts from thinking about what the earrings cost.

Maxwell was grinning from ear to ear and hugging the new Xbox Drake had bought him to his chest. On the floor amongst the wrappings were copies of Just Dance 2018 and 2019 as well.

“There Max, now whenever you come to visit you can dance and sing until your heart’s content,” Kate laughs.

“Aaaand challenge Drake to dance battles?" Max insists, his eyes shining with mischief.

Drake rolls his eyes with a sigh, folding his arms, “We’ll see. At the very least it’ll be an amusing form of exercise.”

Hana claps her hands with glee, “Ooh I want to play. I’m familiar with all sorts of dancing.”

Maxwell hands Hana one of the game packages so she can see what songs are featured. She frowns as many of the songs aren’t familiar to her. “I don’t know these songs.”

Kate nudges Hana with her elbow, “That’s what makes it so fun. Besides, the dances are all demonstrated on the screen and it's all part of the experience to laugh and have a good time.”

Drake and Nicholas exchange a glance, both raising their eyebrows in a silent exchange. Nicholas lifts up his whiskey bottle, tilting it toward Drake. “They can play and we’ll enjoy a little of this somewhere else.”

Drake nods, breathing a sigh of relief. “Agreed.”

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Part Two

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[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

A family: Larry x Fem! Reader Part 1.

A/n Small warning of mentions of sex and a couple sexual scenes will take place but I don't know if I'll do full lemons or not, they're won't be a dull lemon in this. As always theres definitely cussing. Takes place in high school. An au where the apartments have ghosts and the cult exists but the red eyed demon doesn't. Anyways enjoy this little story hope it's good.

I woke up with the weight of someone's arm around bare waist. Looking down I see everything was still bare from the night before. The arm wrapped around me belongs to none other than my very best friend Larry. Yep you read that right best friend not boyfriend. Considering how lonely and well horny we had both been lately we decided a friends with benefits relationship would be a good idea.

With a small stretch I carefully pulled Larry's arm off of my body and pulled myself from the bed. I let out a small giggle as Larry readjusted to where he was cuddling a pillow. "Goofball." I scoffed grabbing my underwear and sliding them on as well one of Larry's many Sanitys Fall shirts. I made my way out into his bathroom brushing my teeth and making my hair look like I hadn't just spent the night having sex.

I also made sure to slip on my skinny jeans from last night. I frowned feeling the way I struggled to get them on. "Damn it. How the hell did I shrink my jeans?!" I huffed looking into the mirror. I lifted the shirt that was way too big on me. I had noticed my stomach was sticking out a tiny bit more but not a lot. On the plus size it looked like my tits had also gotten bigger.

When I exited the bathroom Larry's mom Lisa was leaning against the counter sipping coffee. "Morning (y/n). I didn't know you were staying last night." She said flashing me her warm smile. "Morning Lisa. I wasn't planning on it but by the time we finished with our art project it was so late I didn't want to wake you or my parents so I just stayed." I shrugged. I felt kind of guilty lying to Lisa since she was more like a mom to me than my own mother. I also didn't want to risk her finding out and not letting me sleep over anymore.

She finished her coffee and set the cup in the sink. "Well you know you're always welcome here. Will I see you for family dinner tonight?" She asked collecting her things for work. She seemed to pause reaching around her pockets while looking around the room. I grabbed her keys from couch and handed them to her making her smile. "Wouldn't miss it!" I beamed. "See you kids tonight then. Give Larry a kiss goodbye for me." She joked hugging me goodbye.

Once she left I went ahead and poured two cups of coffee. As I was making two plates of the eggs and toast Lisa had prepared I heard the bedroom door creak open. Larry stumbled out still tired. "Morning sleepy head." I smirked. "Morning." He yawned making his way over to the table. I placed a kiss on his cheek handing him his coffee. "What was that for?"

"Its from your mom."

"I don't get one from you?"

"No way you have morning breath."

He grabbed my arm pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. One of hands moved to my hips the other to the back of my neck. He pulled me into a heated kiss sliding his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. We stayed like that until we had to pull away for air. "Hurry up and get ready Johnson." I breathed getting up and eating my breakfast.

Once the two of us had eaten and he had gotten dressed we grabbed our bags and headed out to meet up with Sal. "You look good in my shirt by the way." He whispered as you approached your friends door. I smirked quickly tapping the door. Soon after Sal exited the apartment and the three of us left for school.

Sal and Larry had their first period together but I had it with our friend Ashley. The two of us were in the gym locker room changing into our Knockfell High uniforms.

"So then I told my mom i had important plans tonight and she actually told me that my brother was more important and to cancel. Can you believe that? So I told her you and I were studying for some exam."

I was laughing at Ashley's excuse when one of the other girls sprayed on her perfume and even though she didn't spray much it was like the smell surrounded me. My stomach bubbled and suddenly I could feel the eggs from that morning in the back of my throat. Nausea overcame me I couldn't help it so I ran into the biggest stall and collapsed onto my knees puking immediately into the bowl.

Ashley came over and knocked on the stall door. "You ok babes?" She asked concern lacing her voice. I finished puking and flushed the toilet. "Yeah I think so." I said confused. "Are you sure? You got sick this time yesterday too." She pointed out. I thought for a moment realizing she was right. Eveyday about this time I got sick. What the hell was wrong with me? I shakily stood up to leave the bathroom when a health poster taped to the door caught my attention. It was one of the new Planned Parenthood posters with information on pregnancy and STDs. My eyes grew at a sudden theory popped into my head.

"H-hey Ashes what's the date today?" I asked exiting the bathroom. "Its the fifteenth. Ohh Is it that time of the month that's bothering you?" She asked placing a comforting hand on my bag. I thought for a moment doing the math in my head. "I-I Ha-have to go." I stuttered grabbing my bag and running from the room. As I ran to town I silently prayed I was wrong that I had miscounted.

I ran straight to the store probably looking like a crazy person that passed by. But I got to the pharmacy quickly not even remembering most of my way there from how quickly I was going. The bell jingles as I make my way inside abruptly causing several shoppers and a couple employees to stop and stare. Ignoring their looks I made my way to the isle and started searching. I never knew how many types of tests there could be. I grabbed one I thought would work and made my way to the counter. The cashier was an older woman who started at me with a judging look on her face the whole time. I did my best to ignore her shoving the money onto the counter. The minute she handed me the bag I took off heading to the apartments.

I could feel warm tears falling down my cheeks and was breathing rapidly as I ran home. I ran straight into the building and into the elevator pressing my back up against the wall as it moved. Luckily my parents wouldn't be home at least I'd have privacy for my whole world ending. The second the doors open I bolted right into my apartment dropping my bag on the couch before running to my room. I went into the bathroom taking the test before sitting on the floor.

2 long minutes later the test read positive. I felt my whole world come crashing down around me when those little lines appeared. "How could this happen?" I mumble out loud. I was completely shocked, Larry and I were careful plus I had birth control. That's when a light bulb went off in my head. Struggling to pull myself off the floor I ran into my room. I didnt find what I was looking for in my bags or in my bathroom. I fished around in my dresser still not finding what I was searching for. That's when I remembered were I was last night and most nights.

"Shit shit shit!" I mumbled grabbingmy purse and my keys as well as hiding the test in my pocket before exiting my apartment. I made my way down to the basement hoping that Lisa wasn't home. Unfortunately as I opened the door she was in the kitchen making a fried balogna sandwich. As soon as I walked through that door the smell filled my nose and the nausea returned. I tried to swallow down walking farther into the apartment.

"(Y/n) dear why are you not in school what happened? Are you sick? You don't look like you're feeling too well?" She asked in her motherly voice. "Li-lisa I-" before I could finish my sentence I felt what was left of my food coming back up. I ran straight into the bathroom not bothering to close the door. As I threw up I could feel Lisa pulling my hair back. She held my hair back in one hand and soothed my back with the other.

When I finished throwing up I flushed the toilet and Lisa put my hair up into a ponytail. I learned up against the bathroom wall feeling tears spill down my cheeks again. Silent tears cascaded to the floor. Lisa filled up a dixie cup with water and dampened a wash cloth handing the cup to me and wiping my face with the cloth. "There there dear its alright. Why don't you and I go sit on the sofa and talk?" She suggested as I swallowed a majority of the water.

The two of us made our way into the living room sitting on the couch. Lisa left a comforting hand on my back as I struggled to breath. I let it all come out spilling every detail like more vomit coming out as words. Lisa continued to comfort me with a shocked expression on her face. "Are you sure did you take a test?" She asked handing me a tissue. I handed her the test before wiping my nose.

"Does Larry know yet?" She asked. I shook my head in response. "I just figured it out and got the test today." Lisa nodded her head for a moment clearly in thought. "Wait right here." She said grabbing her phone from the coffee table. She came back in probably ten minutes later purse in hand and changed into casual clothes. "Come on were gonna meet a friend of mine at planned parenthood. Just to double check. And they'll give you information on your choices." She informed me. The two of us made our way out to Lisa's pickup truck silently.

"Are you mad?" I asked breaking the silence as we turned off the road. She sighed stopping at a red light and putting her hand on my shoulder. "A little disappointed maybe but never mad." She smiled. It didn't take very long for us to get there. There was a handful of protesters outside the building as well as a few people passing by who stared at me with the same look as the cashier earlier. Lisa wrapped her arm around me glaring at the others.

About an hour later I was exiting the clinic with a handful of pamphlets and brochures and my head spinning. "Do you have any thoughts on what to do?" Lisa asked me as we climbed into the car. "I think I should talk to Larry before I make any decision." I sighed leaning back into the seat. Lisa nodded and we drove back home.

"You should call your parents over for family dinner tonight. Once the other kids leave we can all sit down and talk." Lisa suggested. She was always so smart and caring. I knew she would be mentally freaking out so it meant a lot that she was being comforting. "I just hope they're as nice as you're being. Thank you so much Lisa." I said with a small smile. She smiled back as we pulled back to the apartments.

Once we got back to her apartment I hid the test and pamphlets in my bag. "Larry should be home any minute now if you wanna wait in the treehouse to talk to him. Just promise me you'll be careful climbing up there." She said softly. I nodded giving her a hug which she returned tightly. When we pulled apart she handed me a water bottle. "Drink this while you're waiting. After throwing up you need to make sure you stay hydrated. Especially with my grandbaby in your tummy." She smiled winking. I smiled grabbing the water before making my way out to the treehouse to wait for Larry.

I walked around the small treehouse admiring some of the polaroids and pictures that Larry painted. I smiled seeing one of Larry and I. Sal had taken just a month ago. Larry had his arms around me as we painted something. He was trying to teach me how he paints but really it came out as a mess on the canvas. "That's a good picture of us." A voice said from behind me. I turned to see Larry standing there smiling at me. "Sure is. Look Larry I need to talk to you about something serious. Can we sit down?" I asked gesturing towards two beanbag seats he kept up here. He looked confused but nodded.

The two of us took a seat and I was suddenly nervous. We were only 16 we couldn't be parents. "Hey what's wrong (nickname)?" He asked grabbing my hand. I took a deep breath squeezing his hand before grabbing the test from my pocket. "I'm pregnant." I said simply despite the fear in my chest. Larry's eyes got wide and he grabbed the test from my hands. "Dude if this is a joke it's not funny." He said jumping up. By now the tears were starting to fall. "Its not a joke Larry." I sniffed standing up with him. "B-but how?" He asked running his hand through his messy long hair.

"I must've missed a pill or something."

"You missed a pill? How could you have missed a pill and not tell me!" He asked upset. "It happens Larry I don't know. But this isn't just my fault we did this."

"You're right sorry. What do you want to do have you made a decision on keeping it?"

"I don't know I wanted to talk to you."

"We're sixteen (Y/n) were too young."

"I know I know. But I don't think I want to abort it, it just sounds wrong. I believe women should have the right to choose but I don't want to abort our baby."

"Of course you don't I mean I wouldnt either if I was you. I don't know how I feel about adoption. I mean I love my mom and she did a great job but not knowing my dad and not knowing that part of myself was hard. I don't think I could do that to my kid. I always told myself I'd be there for my kid unlike him."

"That only leaves one option Larry."

He sighed looking at me for a moment before coming over and wrapping his arms around me. "Looks like we're gonna have this baby. If you're sure that is." He whispered holding me close. "I'm sure I want us to keep our baby." I replied. Larry pulled away a bit wiping away my tears. "Your mom went with me to the clinic and everything but we should go tell her we're keeping it." I told him looking up to meet his eyes. He honestly looked kind of happy. "Guess so much for strings attached huh." He joked laughing his melodic laugh. I laughed and we made our way out and back to the treehouse.

Ok that was it for the first chapter let me know what you think if you'd like but I'm definitely making it a series.

~Lex💛

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Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Chapter 5: Memories At Hogwarts

The man, Kama was his name, takes us down to a dungeon like area, the sounds of water dripping down on the stone floor. He points towards an archway and we walk in, slowly. There laying on the stone cold floor was Tina Goldstein. "Tina?" Newt said and she quickly gets up and looks at us. "Newt? (Y/N)?" She said in disbelief.

We smiled at her just as I hear Kama say. "Expelliarmus!" At that moment, mine and Newt's wand flies out of our hands and into Kama's. Bars start to form across the door, imprisoning us. 

"My apologies, Mr. Scamander and Miss (l/n)! I shall return and release you when Credence is dead!" Kama said as Tina and Jacob run to the bars. "Kama, wait!" Tina pleads to him. "You see, either he dies....or I do." Kama said and he starts to walk away but he stops and claps a hand to his eye. "No, no, no, no. Oh no. No, no, no." He mutters as he jerks convulsively and slides to the floor, unconscious.

"Well, that’s not the best start to a rescue attempt." Newt said in a slight sarcastic tone. I shrug as Tina turns to us. "This was a rescue attempt? You’ve just lost me my only lead." She shouted at us, angrily. "Missed you too, Tina." I remarked as Jacob launches for the door, trying to break it down. 

"Well, how was the interrogation going before we turned up?" Newt asked her. Tina throws him a dark look and strides to the back of the cave. Suddenly, the bars swing open and Jacob let's out a noise that was between a laugh and a scream then he shouts. "Newt! (Y/N)!"

Tina runs out of the room and towards Kama as Newt and I follow behind her, where we see that Picket was the one who unlocked the bars. "Well done, Pick." Newt congrats as he grabs him. "You need this man, you say?" He asked Tina as we all kneel down and around Kama's unconscious body and grab our wands.

"Yeah. I think this man knows where Credence is, Mr. Scamander." Tina said as we look over Kama when suddenly we heard a roar above us. "Well, that’ll be the Zouwu." I said and I Disapparate.

*Newt's POV*

I Disapparate after (y/n) to see her standing on the Parisian Bridge just as the Zouwu comes bounding forward, swiping at some passersby, who are screaming and running out of the way. Cars screeching to a halt.

I run over to (y/n) as she watches the Zouwu in awe. "I think I should handle this." I said to her and she turns to me and shakes her head. "No, I can do it." She said. "Absolutely not, you could get killed!" I said and she gives me a small smile. "I can handle it, Newt. Trust me." She said as she places her right hand on my cheek. I lean into her touch as I look at her, my heart fluttering in my chest.

I nodded at her and she smiles then leans up to kiss me. We break the kiss as I hand her the case. She takes it and runs off towards the middle of the bridge, some fifty feet away from the Zouwu.

A second later, Tina Apparates, holding Jacob's arm. Jacob was sagging under the weight of the unconscious Kama. He looks out and sees (y/n) and the Zouwu. "(Y/N), get out of there!" He shouts but I hold my hand out to him. "It's alright, Jacob. She can handle it."

(Y/N) stoops down slowly and opens the case. The Zouwu snarls, crouches, and begins to advance on her. Very slowly, so as not to alarm the Zouwu, (y/n) lowers her arm into the case, feeling for something. It takes her longer than she expected. Frowning, she reaches deeper inside. The Zouwu advances, barring its teeth. I give a nervous look, my heart pounding in my chest, at (y/n) when she found what she was looking for.

She raises her arm, holding a fluffy toy bird on a stick and rope. The Zouwu’s eyes start to follow the bird, its tail twitching. (Y/N) waves the toy, slowly, as the Zouwu crouches lower than ever. Then (y/n) let's the toy fall into the case and, with a sudden bound, the Zouwu soars through the air and sails after the toy in a flash of rainbow colors, its python tail flailing. And with that, (Y/N) slams the lid shut.

I let out a sigh of relief, my heart swelling with pride, when the card to the safe house flies up out of my pocket, the arrow shows me where to go. So Tina, Jacob, still carrying Kama, and I run toward (y/n), who grabs my case, and all five of us Disapparate.

****

*3rd person POV*

An ominous procession of Aurors marches up the drive toward Hogwarts, among them were Theseus Scamander and Leta Lestrange. Students were staring down at the strangers from the windows, nudging one another, as the Aurors enter the school.

Inside, Dumbledore is teaching a class where there was space in the middle of the room, all students enjoying the spectacle. A young 13 year old boy named Jason (L/N), (y/n)'s cousin, is braced for an attack as he and Dumbledore circle each other.

"What were the three biggest mistakes that you made last time?" Dumbledore asked Jason. "Caught by surprise, sir." Jason replied. "What else?" Dumbledore asked. "Didn’t parry before counter-curse, sir." Jason replied. "Very good. And the last one....the most important one?" Dumbledore asked him.

Jason looks away, thinking, and at that moment Dumbledore waves his wand and hits him with a spell. Jason flies into the air as Dumbledore conjures up a sofa. Jason hits it and slides to the floor. He look around in shock as Dumbledore smiles and said. "Not learning from the first two."

The class laughs, including Jason, when the door opens. Travers, Theseus, and four other Aurors enter with Professor McGonagall behind them. 

"This is a school, you’ve no right—"

"I’m the Head of Magical Law Enforcement and I have the right to go wherever I please." Travers said over her then he looks around at the students. "Out of here." He orders but the kids don't move. "Go with Professor McGonagall, please." Dumbledore said to the students and they start to file out, except for Jason.

"He’s the best teacher we’ve got." Jason said to Travers, defending his favorite teacher. "Thanks, (l/n)." Dumbledore said to Jason, quietly. "Get out!" Travers growled at the young boy. "Come, (l/n)." McGonagall said to Jason, who glares at Travers, then walks out with McGonagall.

McGonagall shuts the door behind her and starts to walk ahead to the others while Jason walks slowly at first then stops and goes back to the door to Dumbledore's class. He opens it up just enough for him to peek through as Travers said to Dumbledore. "Newt Scamander and (y/n) (l/n) are in Paris."

Jason gasped, silently, as Dumbledore looks at Travers. "Really?" He said, surprised. "Cut the pretense. I know they're there on your orders." Travers said. "If you’d ever had the pleasure to teach them, you’d know Newt and (y/n) are not great followers of orders." Dumbledore replied as he smirks and shakes his head.

Travers tosses a small book to Dumbledore, who catches it in one hand. "You’ve read The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus?" Travers asked. "Many years ago." Dumbledore said as he flips through the book. "A son cruelly banished Despair of the daughter Return—"

"Yes, I know it." Dumbledore said, talking over Travers. "There’s a rumor this prediction refers to the Obscurial. They say that Grindelwald wants—" Travers started to say until Dumbledore talks over him again. "—a highborn henchman. I’ve heard the rumor." He said. 

"And yet Scamander and (l/n) appear wherever the Obscurial goes, to protect him. Meanwhile you have built up quite a little network of international contacts—" Travers accused and Dumbledore let's out a chuckle. "However long you keep me and my friends under surveillance, you’re not going to discover plots against you, Travers, because we want the same thing: the defeat of Grindelwald. But I warn you, your policies of suppression and violence are pushing supporters into his arms—" Dumbledore said in a quiet steely voice.

"I’m not interested in your warnings!" Travers growls angrily, then he stops and starts to control himself. "Now, it pains me to say it, because— well, I don’t like you." He said and he and Dumbledore share a laugh. "But....you are the only wizard who is his equal. I need you to fight him." Travers said to Dumbledore.

"I cannot." Dumbledore said.

"Because of this?" Travers asked as he casts a spell to show moving pictures of Dumbledore and Grindelwald as teenagers. The Aurors and Jason are shocked as the teenage Dumbledore and Grindelwald stare intently into each other’s eyes. "You and Grindelwald were as close as brothers." Travers said. "We were closer than brothers." Dumbledore corrected as he looks at the vision. 

"Will you fight him?" Travers asked once again. Dumbledore looks at him, his face full of sorrow, and said. "I can’t."

Travers sighs as he glares at the Professor. "Then you have chosen your side." He flicks his wand once more and thick metal cuffs, Admonitors, appear on Dumbledore's wrists. "From now on, I shall know every spell you cast. I’m doubling the watch on you, and you will no longer teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Travers said as Dumbledore looks down at his wrist then glares at him.

Travers glares back and goes over to Theseus. "Where’s Leta? We need to go to Paris!" He shouts and he starts to make his way out the door. Jason closed the door and leans against the wall as the door opens, covering him, and Travers and the Aurors walk out.

"Theseus." Dumbledore said, quietly, stopping the War Hero from leaving. "Theseus, if Grindelwald calls a rally, don’t try and break it up. Don’t let Travers send you in there. If you ever trusted me—" Dumbledore said until they hear Travers shout. "THESEUS!"

Theseus looks towards the door, then at Dumbledore before he walks out of the classroom. Dumbledore sighs and turns around before he says. "It is rude to listen in on a private conversation." 

Jason frowns as he walks back into the classroom. "I'm sorry, Professor. I was curious...and...when he mentioned (y/n)....I was worried." Jason said as he stands before Dumbledore. Dumbledore smiled as he turns to face Jason. "Well, (y/n) is lucky to have you as a cousin." Dumbledore said, causing Jason to smile.

"Sir, they can't do this! You're the best teacher Hogwarts has to offer!" Jason said and Dumbledore chuckles. "I am flattered by your devotion, (l/n), but I'm afraid they can." said Dumbledore and Jason frowns. "You should get to class, (l/n)." 

Jason nods and starts to walk out when he stops and turns to face his teacher. "Sir....is my cousin in danger?" He asked in a worried tone. Dumbledore looks away from the young boy for a moment then said. "I'm not sure. But I have complete faith in her that she is alright." Jason looks up at him, nods and starts to head to his next class while Dumbledore frowns and sighs.

Meanwhile, Leta was looking around her old school, reminiscing her time at Hogwarts.

*****

Flashback

17 Years Ago

13 year old Leta stands hiding inside an empty classroom while students in cloaks trundle by. It is the last day of the winter term and nearly everyone is going home. Two 13 year old Gryffindor girls walk by as they push their trunks. "You know she stays here every vacation. Her family don’t actually want her home." The first girl said to her friend. "I don’t blame them, she’s so annoying. Even the name Lestrange makes me feel sick—" The second girl said.

Leta, tired of hearing them, flings herself into their path, pointing her wand. "Oscausi!" She shouts and the second Gryffindor's mouth was sealed shut as though she never had one. Triumphant, Leta flees the scene, pushing past shocked students.

"Professor McGonagall! LESTRANGE HAS DONE IT AGAIN!" She hears the other girl shout and Mcgonagall starts to chase after Leta, along with a group of other students. "Lestrange, stop running! LESTRANGE! Disobedient children. Stop! Shame on the House of Slytherin." McGonagall shouts but Leta continues to run. "One hundred points! Two hundred!" The Professor shouts but it still doesn't stop Leta.

"Get back here, right now! Stop! Stop it! Stop it! You stop it! Get back here!"

As Leta turns a corner, she feels a hand grab her arm and pulls her to the side. She starts to say something but a hand was placed over her mouth and that's when she realized that it was (y/n). (Y/N) raised her finger to lips, shushing her, as they hear McGonagall and the group getting closer.

(Y/N) removes her hand off of Leta's mouth and goes to the doorway as McGonagall huffs and gives the Gryffindor girl her mouth back. "Miss, it was Lestrange. She’s horrible—" the girl said quickly but McGonagall silences the girl again.

Then she sees (y/n) standing there. "Ah, Miss (l/n)....I know you are friends with Lestrange. Do you know where she went?" She asked her. "No, Professor." (Y/N) said. McGonagall nods and walks away while the Gryffindor girl glares at (y/n). She waves at the girl as she walks away and goes around the corner to Leta.

"Thank you." Leta said. 

"Don't mention it." (Y/N) said as she leads Leta to a cupboard.

The two enter the cupboard and go up the stairs to see Newt sitting nearby a window. He had hidden a couple of tanks here, one containing tadpoles, another Streelers. A lined cardboard box serves as a nest for the raven chick he is cradling in his hand. It wears a splint on its broken leg. (Y/N), Leta and Newt stare at each other.

"Scamander....why aren’t you packing?" Leta asked Newt as her and (y/n) walk over to him. "I’m not going home." Newt replied. "Why not?" (Y/N) asked him, curiously. "He needs me. It was hurt." Newt replied as he holds out his cupped hand, showing the two girls the chick.

Leta takes in the tanks, then the ugly little bird, to which Newt now feeds an earthworm. "What is that?" Leta asked as (y/n) sits next to Newt. "A raven chick." (Y/N) said as she smiles at the chick. "The raven’s my family’s emblem." Leta replied as she watches (y/n) and Newt stroking the bird’s head. As Newt places the chick gently into Leta hands, she seems to see him plainly for the first time.

3 Years Later

During a Defense Against The Dark Arts class, Dumbledore supervises the line of teenagers advancing to try their luck on the Boggart.

“Riddikulus”

“Riddikulus”

Gusts of hilarity ensued as a shark becomes a flotation device, a zombie’s head turns into a pumpkin and a vampire turns into a buck-toothed rabbit.

(Y/N) walks up to the Boggart as it takes the form of a large ball of fire. (Y/N) eyes widen at this as she hears her classmates gasp at this. (Y/N) raises her wand and said. "Riddikulus." Then the ball of fire turns into fireworks and everyone laughs in amusement.

"All right, Newt. Be brave." Dumbledore said as you move to the side and Newt walks forward. The Boggart then turns into a Ministry desk. "Mmm, that’s an unusual one. So Mr. Scamander fears what more than anything else in the world?" Dumbledore asked as he looks at Newt, who shyly looks up at him.

"Having to work in an office, sir." Newt replied and everyone laughs. Dumbledore smiles then said. "Go ahead, Newt." Newt turns to the Boggart, raised his wand and said. "Riddikulus!" Newt turns the desk into a gamboling wooden dragon and moves aside as everyone laughs. Newt walks over to (y/n) and the two share a smile to each other as (y/n) pats his shoulder.

"Well done. Good job." Dumbledore said to Newt as Leta goes up to the Boggart, (y/n) could tell that her friend was terrified. "Leta, it’s only a Boggart, it can’t hurt you. Everyone’s scared of something." Dumbledore said to her, kindly.

A group of girls stands together, enjoying her fear. "I’ve been looking forward to this." One girl whispered as Leta steps forward. The Boggart transforms and at once, all laughter is extinguished. 

There was a blue light shining down on the room and up above was a white sheet that was gently floating down. (Y/N) furrowed her brow in confusion as she and Newt watch the cloth, it looked like there was something inside of the sheet. Leta looks at the cloth and starts to sob as she runs out of the room.

Sometime later, Newt finds Leta sitting by the lake, tearstained and eyes swollen. Leta looks away from him as she said. "I don’t want to talk about it!" But Newt holds his hand out to her.

Alittle bit later, Newt and Leta walk over to a tree where the Bowtruckles reside. "They know us, (y/n) and I, or they'd hide. They only nest in trees with wand-quality wood, did you know that?" Newt asked Leta as he reaches out to one of the Bowtruckles and the creature walks onto his hand. Leta stares at Newt as he speaks again. "And they have very complex social life. If you watch them for long enough, you realize....."

He trails off as he walks closer to Leta then placed his hand close to hers, letting the Bowtruckle walk on Leta's hand. Leta looks up at Newt as he smiles at her and she feels her heart jump in her chest. She couldn't believe that there were people like (y/n) and Newt, being kind to her when she doesn't deserve it.

She was a monster.

An outsider.

But something about Newt made her feel like a normal human. Made her feel like she belongs. But she noticed how close Newt and (y/n) were and a part of her didn't want to get in between the two of them. But the other part.....

Present Day

"Hello, Leta. This is a surprise." Dumbledore said as he sees Leta sitting in her old desk, starting off into the distance. She jumps then closes her eyes for a moment and asked, in cold tone. "Finding me in a classroom? Was I such a bad student?"

"On the contrary, you were one of my cleverest." Dumbledore replied. "I said bad, not stupid!" Leta snapped as she stands up and faces her former teacher. "Don't bother answering. I know you never liked me." She said. "Well, you're wrong. I never thought you bad." Dumbledore said to her. 

"You were alone, then. Everyone else did. And they were right. I was wicked." Leta said, quietly. "Leta, I know how painful the rumors about your brother Corvus must be for you." Dumbledore said. "No, you don't. Not unless you had a brother who died too." Leta replied.

"In my case, it was my sister." Dumbledore said and Leta gives him a hostile and curious look. "Did you love her?" She asked him. "Not as well as I should have done." Dumbledore said then he walks closer to her.

"It's never too late to free yourself. Confession is a relief, I'm told. A great weight lifted." Dumbledore said and Leta continues to stare at him, suspiciously. "Regret is my constant companion. Do not let it become yours." He said to her.