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part three: leah williamson and y/n l/n have broken the internet as they came out as a couple.

part one | part two

you looked at leah who gave you a soft smile, as you grabbed her hand caressing it with your thumb.

“this is how we will break the internet then?” you asked, as leah chuckled giving you a nod. since leah was the only one that had instagram, she would be the one to announce your relationship to the world.

as a royal, you were restricted to own any social media accounts. but you do have an account that is run by the royal’s social team. back to what leah was saying, leah with your consent planned to upload a few photos with you, with the caption welcome back, my love followed by a red heart.

the first phone was you burying your face in the crook of leah’s neck, wearing her arsenal trainer jacket. the second one was you and leah cuddled watching a movie, where it actually showed your face. the third one was your hands where you had your pinkies intertwined, it was a promise that when we fight, never go to bed angry.

the fourth one was a collage with both of you doing silly poses, the peace sign, you kissing her cheek, leah kissing your cheek, both of you in the frame making a heart, and her giving you a forehead kiss. the last one was one that you captured, you had settled up a camera, and timed it—where leah had kissed you.

“you look cute in them, especially when you wear my clothes, love.” lee said, as you laughed.

“because i’m yours, right?” you asked, to which leah nodded to.

“i’m yours, and you’re mine.” leah said, as she gave you a peck on your lips. you signaled for leah to post it, and she did.

and that is what broke the internet, many articles were released about you being part of the community, leah’s (?) retirement, how leah bagged her country’s princess.

then the next day came, you felt leah slip her hand in yours trying to calm your nerves.

“you’ll do great love, as long as i’m with you.” leah said, as you faced her and pulled her into a breathtaking kiss.

“what was that for?” leah asked as she broke the kiss, her eyes looking into your brown eyes that shined as the sun reflected.

“i love you, lee.” you said, shyly. as she gave you a soft smile and gave you a nod.

“i love you, n/n.” lee said, as you took a deep breath and entered the media conference room. leah followed behind, that’s when the cameras started flashing, the british media going wild, the ones watching the live were interested.

“i’d appreciate it, if you’d lessen the flash.” you said, after you finished taking a seat. leah grabbed your right hand, and linked it placing it on her lap. the flash has definitely lessened, and the room became quiet after scorpius’s glare.

“you have questions, we are here to answer them.” you said, as a reporter raised your hand.

“where do you fall under in the lgbtqia+ community?” he asked, as i hummed.

“i’d rather not label myself, i love who i love. if i fall for a man, then i love him. if i fall for a woman, then i love her. we can’t help who we fall for, all we can do is accept it.” you said, as leah looked at you with pride. that’s her girl.

“will leah retire from arsenal and the national team?”

“i won’t be retiring, y/n and i agreed that we won’t get married yet. i’ll continue to play for the lionesses, and arsenal.” leah said, as you smiled at her.

“will you have children?”

“i’d like to, however we are focusing on our careers right now.” you said as leah brought your hand to her lips and placed a loving kiss on it.

“how did you meet?” a female reporter asked, as you chuckled remembering the first interaction.

“we met at a football pitch. it was when i wasn’t revealed as the crown princess, i was around 6 that time when i saw leah playing with a football.” you said, your eyes glanced at leah with adoration to find her already staring at you.

“i had slipped that day, that’s when y/n rushed to me with scorpius, her bodyguard ran after her. she offered me a hand, and i was a bit mischievous and accepted it, however i pulled her to the floor with me.” leah said, as you laughed. a few had chuckled as they realized how cute the encounter was.

“didn’t you dislike me at that moment? the pitch was muddy, and i had ruined your attire love. you glared at me, and i laughed at how cute you were.” leah continued, as i shook my head.

“your mother had scolded you that day, lee. she saw that, and demanded that you apologize. you blushed feeling a bit embarrassed.” you said, as leah flushed her face was bright red. as you answered the questions professionally, leah kept looking at you.

a few of her teammates were watching the live, feeling a bit shocked that you were dating the crown princess. the live had came to an end, as the press left the room one by one.

“do you really want kids?” leah asked, as you nodded.

“i’ll be the one to carry them, i know how you feel about your condition love.” you said, as lee kissed your forehead.

“my phone has been bugging ever since the live, i’m assuming my teammates have already found out.” you chuckled as leah pulled you settling you on her lap.

“lee!” she gave you a small smirk, as she looked at your lips.

“i want to kiss you.” leah said, as you raised an eyebrow.

“you always want to kiss me.” you said, to which she laughed at.

“can you blame me? your lips are soft, and kissable.” leah said, as she swiftly took your lips against hers. you held her shoulder, as she nipped at your bottom lip.

“we are in a public setting, lee.” you said, as you pushed her away catching your breath to which she just gave you a smile.

“you weren’t complaining.” she smirked, as you shoved her getting off of her, and looked at scorpius who gave you a knowingly smile. had he seen that?

“where to, my lady?” scorpius asked, as you walked towards the door heading to the car.

“wait for me, love!” leah yelled as you laughed, you were a sucker for her.

“leah’s apartment, i don’t want to return to the house yet.” you said, as leah caught up and slipped her hand in yours.

you were settled into leah’s hoodie, her shorts while watching a movie. she had went to the kitchen for a few snacks, mainly the ham sandwiches that you made for her. the door rung, as you heard leah called out.

“baby, can you get that for me?” leah softly yelled, as you got up and headed to the door. you opened the door to be greeted by a commotion.

“leah! why didn’t you tell us you were dating the crowned prin-“ an irish accent was heard, yet it came to a stop as she realized that you weren’t leah. suddenly, her head bowed as she realized who you were.

“your highness.” she said as the group had also bowed.

“i-lee, your teammates are here!” you yelled, as you analyzed them.

“katie mccabe, a pleasure.” you said, sticking your hand out for her to shake.

“holy shit—wait can i say that?” katie said, as you laughed.

“you can, however please call me y/n. i don’t particularly like being called your highness.” you said, as you greeted the rest, georgia stanway, keira walsh, lucy bronze, and lia walti.

leah popped up beside you as she hugged her teammates.

“it’s not like i can blurt out that the princess is my girlfriend, mccabe.” leah said, giving her a pointed look as you snickered.

“would you like to come inside?” you asked, as they nodded. leah had stepped aside, as they entered you giving her a quick peck.

“surely, leah would’ve told us about you?” georgia, one of leah’s best mates asked.

“she did, did she not? leah’s first love who she met on a football pitch?” you asked, as her eyes widened in realization.

“she forgot to mention that it was the crown princess.” georgia said, as you nodded.

“in that case, i wasn’t revealed as the heiress due to my father wanting me to live a normal life.” keira nodded as she understood.

“will we be seeing you more often?” lucy asked

“perhaps, i plan on attending leah’s games.” you said, as the group fell into a quick conversation. you watched as they pulled out a board game, leah sat beside you as she taught you how to play.

[thinking if i should do another part?]

#woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #engwnt x reader #arsenal wfc imagine

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lumosinlove · 9 months

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May part five

cw: mentions of injury & recovery (nothing graphic)

Thanks for waiting y'all! It means so much that you stick with me. I'm gonna do smaller sections so I can post more frequently. Expect the next part up in a couple of days. All the love!! <3

The hospital lights were bright.

Alex didn’t like to remember that about them, but he looked down at his own pale thighs in his shorts and watched how the lights traced out every single blue vein. It made him feel more vulnerable than he cared for at that moment. He didn’t want to think about Finn laid out under a machine, waiting to hear how long it might take him to heal. That was the thing with heads. Bones had an end date: Six weeks, maybe four. Heads, however, came with mights. Might be a few months. Might be more.

Their dad was trying to get their mom to sit down, to rest. She looked just as pale in this awful light. Tear tracks on her cheeks, hand on her chest as if she could press her heart into calmness. They all—all three of them, Finn, Alex, their dad—had always hated it when she cried.

Kasey, asleep beside him in the chair now, had handed him this cup of coffee at some point. His was holding himself stiffly in sleep. Alex could tell he was in some sort of pain. Maybe from the game.

Alex wasn’t sure how long he had been holding the coffee, only that his fingers were numb from leeching the burning heat out of the flimsy cardboard. He reached out and settled careful fingers over Kasey’s old injury, wishing he could leech the pain away, too. Natalie was on the phone down the hall—maybe with Celeste Dumais. Or Lily Potter.

Logan and Leo. He didn’t see them in the waiting room.

Alex set the coffee down beneath his chair and turned to stroke a hand through Kasey’s hair. Brown eyes opened to him, tired but trying not to be.

“Did I fall asleep?” Kasey asked.

“Just for a minute.” Alex pressed a kiss to his temple. “Be right back.”

“Want me to come?” Kasey cleared his throat. He made the chair looks so small, and Alex caught the twinge of pain in his face when he moved his legs.

“No, I’m just—no, it’s okay.” He looked back towards Natalie. “You two should get home. I hope I won’t be too much longer.”

“Alex.” Kasey rubbed at his eyes then sat forward. “If you think we’re going anywhere right now, you’re an absolute insane person.”

“Seconded.”

They both looked up at Natalie, walking towards them and sliding her phone into her back pocket.

“Celeste?” Kasey asked.

“It was Sirius actually,” Natalie said. “Checking in. This is not the time, nor the place, but that man sounds extremely sexy on the phone.”

Alex cracked the barest of a smile. He stood, suddenly feeling like it would burn him through and through if he stayed still for one more second. “Does he now?”

Natalie just kissed his cheek. “Not nearly as good as you. Only, I prefer hearing your voice face to face.”

“IRL?” Alex asked. He pushed his hands in his pockets and tried to figure out how to stop his throat from closing up when he caught another glimpse of his mom’s face.

“No one says IRL,” Natalie said softly, but her eyes were flicking all over his face. “Alex—”

“I’m gonna go check on him,” Alex said, and turned away fast before she could see anything else he didn’t want her to.

The hospital lights remained just as bright down the hallway and—oh. There they were. Leo was sitting on a chair outside of Finn’s room. Logan was leaning against the opposite wall, glaring at the shut door like he could open it with his gaze alone.

“Hey,” Leo stood when he caught sight of him. He looked tired, shoulders slumped down. “Sorry, we just…” Leo sent a glance at Logan, who hadn’t moved. Hadn’t so much as blinked. “We’re feeling like the waiting room’s a little too far away right now, so…”

“Isn’t that cute,” Alex said and that got him a darting glare from Logan. Alex smiled tightly at Leo, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You guys okay? Need anything?”

“To get inside,” Logan grumbled pointedly, just as the door opened and the doctor slipped through. Logan stood straight, every muscle in him straining forward as the doctor shut the door again. She turned and her eyes hesitated on Alex.

“You’re twins?” she asked.

“Brothers,” Alex said faintly.

“Ah. Well, you can go in and see him now.” She smiled sympathetically and began walking down the hallway towards the waiting room. “He’s a talker, that one, isn’t he?”

Alex felt something that he thought was relief flood through him. He heard Leo let out a breath.

“Yeah,” Leo said. “Yeah, he is.”

Logan pushed off of the wall, and Alex barely got a hand on his chest to stop him before his hand was on the doorknob.

“Alex,” Logan said, hovering between demanding and questioning.

“Listen,” Alex said. “I know you…I know it’s…” Alex shut his eyes. They were so dry from the air that it hurt. “Can I just have a second with him? Please.”

Logan looked like he was going to protest. The look in his eyes was almost anger, or maybe frustration, but Leo stepped forward.

“Of course,” he said, and took Logan’s hand, pulling him a step back. “Of course you can. We’ll wait.”

Alex looked at him. Blue eyes. Leo hadn’t been there for so much of it, of Finn’s hurt and Logan’s ache, but he seemed to understand somehow. Alex felt a sort of kinship to him in that way. Somehow, despite the odds, both of them had become the missing halves to, not one, but two people who had already made a whole.

“Thank you,” Alex said softly, then looked at Logan. “Tremz, thanks. Really.”

Logan still didn’t look happy about it, but he nodded. He covered Leo’s hand entirely with both of his own.

No more bright lights. Not in this room. There was a soft, unobtrusive light for the doctors to see by, but that was all.

“Doesn’t it remind you of the kind that line the aisles on airplanes?” Finn’s voice said from the bed. “You know? The emergency ones.”

Alex nodded. “Mhm.”

“It’s you, Al, right?”

“Mhm,” Alex said.

“Hm,” Finn said. “Quite the game, Hazard.”

“Hazard,” Jack began to say in the locker room. He looked wrecked after the game.

Alex shook his head. “Don’t talk to me.”

Jack walked forward, at least he tried to. Will stopped him with a hand on his chest. It wasn’t aggressive. That wasn’t Will’s way. Will gave a small shake of his head, but Jack kept talking.

“It was an accident. I—okay, but I didn’t mean to hit him that hard. I thought he’d brace himself, he saw me coming—”

“I said don’t talk to me.” Alex said, then he shouldered past Logan and stepped up until all that separated him and Jack was Will’s palm. “For as long as you’re here, and I don’t think that will be for much longer, don’t talk to me.”

Jack’s eyes were wide, and for all his skill, he looked about twelve years old in that moment. With the sneer that crossed his face, a short disbelieving smile.

“We…” Jack shook his head. “But we won the game.”

It took everything in Alex to not hurt him, and most of Logan’s strength, too, when he got his arms around Alex’s, pinning them down before he could raise his fist any higher. Jack still flinched. At least Jack still flinched.

“We shouldn’t,” Logan breathed shakily, mouth close to Alex’s ear. “Alex. Alex, we shouldn’t.”

Alex cursed and shook Logan and Will off.

“We won the game,” Alex parroted under his breath, and then slammed a hand against his stall. “Get the fuck out of my sight, Archer.”

Finn didn’t look horrible, which was good. He looked more relaxed than Alex had anticipated. Aside from the sling, he would have looked almost normal. He had one knee bent, foot planted on the hospital bed. He had the hood of his sweatshirt up—Rangers blue—and after a moment of thinking of Logan, Alex realized it was his own.

Finn caught him looking and plucked at it with his good hand. “Think it’s bad luck? Mom brought it to me.”

Alex, just looked at him. It was the hood up maybe, mussing his hair. Or the socked feet. Or the tiredness all over his face. Something was making Finn look younger than he really was, something was making Alex feel like he was looking at his kid brother again, leaving Finn at home for the NHL. Getting this call.

Finn’s mouth pulled to the side and he smoothed the logo. “I don’t think it is. I like it.”

Those short sentences he’d been saying since he was eight. So sure of himself. The pizza on Prince street is better. That girl smiled at me. She likes me. So damn sure of everything. Logan had been the first to shake him out of the habit. Maybe Alex was a little angry with him about that, or at least he had been at one time.

Alex nodded. He walked forward to stand at the edge of Finn’s bed. There was a chair there but he didn’t sit. He reached out and tugged the hood more firmly over Finn’s hair, making him laugh.

“I’m good, Al,” Finn said. “Really.”

Alex didn’t reply. He just sat on the edge of the bed and waited half a second for Finn to get the message before laying down. He hugging his little brother as hard as he dared. He felt Finn push into his hold, the same way he had at five when having a nightmare, at fourteen when Alex was leaving, at nineteen when everything seemed wrong, and everything seemed right, but Alex just couldn’t figure out what.

“Al,” Finn said. It was an awkward position, but he managed to get his good arm around Alex’s back. “Al, I’m fine, I promise. Even the doctor said—”

“Just let me,” Alex whispered hoarsely. “Just be quiet and let me fucking worry about you.”

Finn melted a little more against him. “Okay. All right.”

Alex couldn’t help the hitching sob that he let out against Finn’s shoulder, and he felt Finn’s fingers curl in his hair.

“It’s okay,” Finn whispered. “It’s okay…”

“You can’t do that to me,” Alex managed, fisting the sweatshirt against Finn’s back. “You can’t do that to me, you can’t…”

“I know, I know,” Finn said softly. “Al, I’m sorry. I love you, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” Alex sniffed and pressed a hard kiss to Finn’s temple. “You’re just like—you just didn’t move. And you’re my…”

“Al…” Finn turned on his a little more onto his good side so that his hand beneath Alex could pat at his back. Alex was probably crushing it but he didn’t care just then. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“You’re my baby brother and I love you so much,” Alex said. “And I can’t protect you from anything.”

And maybe that was it. Harvard, Logan, hockey. If only they had talked about it.

“Stop,” Finn said when Alex turned his face into his sweatshirt. “Stop, yes you can. You always do.”

Alex made a sound that made them both laugh wetly.

“Were there words in there?” Finn asked.

“Not really.” The door opened, a quiet snick of a sound, and Alex whispered to Finn, “Thought Tremz was gonna kill me for keeping him—”

“Oh, my boys,” their mother’s voice said softly. Not Logan and Leo then. “Rams, honey, shut out that hallway light.”

The door closed again and Alex looked up in time to see his mom stroke a hand down Finn’s cheek.

“How are you, baby?”

Finn, his good hand trapped under Alex, just leaned into her palm. “I’m okay, mom. I promise.”

Haley just narrowed her eyes skeptically. “You’d say you were okay if there was an astroid hurdling towards you.” She turned to Alex, petting a hand through his hair. “Are you okay? My slightly older baby.”

Alex just kept his face half-hidden in Finn’s sweatshirt, glad for the dim light.

“We’ll be okay soon,” Finn said for him. “How’s that?”

“I guess good enough,” Ramsey said, and walked forward and put a hand on Finn’s knee. “Your boys are outside. Logan looks like he’s about to turn into the Hulk.”

“Aw shucks,” Finn smiled.

“Probably because he knows I’m in his spot,” Alex managed, and his mother gave him a knowing look at the sound of recently shed tears in his voice. Alex pushed himself up and looked down at Finn.

“My hand's asleep from your big butt,” Finn said.

Alex rolled his eyes, wiped at his cheeks, and stood.

“The doc just doesn’t want too many people in here,” Haley said. “We promised we’d take turns. Now, I’m gonna get you some water—or maybe something to eat?” She looked at Alex. “Honey, Nat and Kasey are in the waiting room, they said—”

“I… What? I told them they could go home,” Alex said.

Finn snorted, then groaned a little, closing his eyes. “As if they’d go anywhere without you.”

“Especially tonight,” Haley said, petting a hand through Finn’s hair again. “You’re burning up, baby.”

Alex looked towards the door, frowning. “Still. I said it was all right.”

“It’s always like this,” Finn said to his mom, then opened his eyes and looked at Alex. “Maybe they could see that it wasn’t all right.”

“It is,” Alex said. “They’re probably tired.”

“They know you need them right now.”

Haley looked between them for a moment. Alex met her eyes. He watched them drop to his chest and looked down to see that he was fiddling with Kasey’s diamond.

“You’re okay,” Alex said. He wiped at his face. “We’re fine. I’m fine.”

“Leo sees right through me all the time,” Finn said. “Think of it like that.”

“Well.” Haley sighed. “Why don’t I send him right in here, then,” She rose from the bed and put her arms around Alex. “So he can see through your okays just like you’re seeing through your brother’s.”

Logan was in the past, Leo could see it all over his face. There was no part of him actually in the hallway right then. He was back in the limbo that he and Finn went to sometimes. The spaces in between the hurt and the healing. The memories and the moments. All Leo could do was lean against the wall next to him and watch his face as they both listened to the faint murmurs of the O’Hara’s voices.

“He’s doing fine, sweetheart,” Leo said. “He’s just got his family in there, that’s all.”

“We’re his family.”

“Lo.”

“I know. Sorry.” Logan turned, pushing off the wall. He settled his hands under Leo’s sweatshirt on his hips. He tilted his head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I’m just…”

Leo took Logan’s face in his hands, admiring the way his cheeks filled his palms. “Me too.”

“I’m glad we can be like this,” Logan whispered. “Here. Now. Under these stupid bright lights.”

Leo pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t hold you like this right now.” He looked over Logan’s head at the closed door. “I want to hold him right now.”

Logan closed his eyes and Leo couldn’t help but kiss his forehead again. His eyelids, then his nose. He pictured an eighteen year old Logan in a hospital like this one, waiting in the hallway. You’re his teammate? Family only for now, honey.

“Lo?”

Logan looked up at him.

“What was it like? The first time.”

Logan sighed and Leo moved his palms down to settle around his waist. “It’s…”

Logan blinked, and Leo watched him go to the past again. Far away. He tensed in his hold. Leo hated it, he hated everything about that look on Logan’s face, but he wanted to know. He needed to know. It had been so long since he felt behind the two of them. A strange feeling, left behind in the present while they went back to the past.

“Lo,” Leo whispered. “Please. I need to know—”

The door clicked open and Haley appeared first, turned back towards the bed and blowing a kiss with her hand. “We’ll see you tomorrow, baby, okay? Please rest.”

Leo had thought Finn would be asleep. Or groggy. Too exhausted to speak in something above a whisper. The sheer weight of worry on his back broke when he heard Finn’s laugh from inside the room. He felt Logan sway against him.

“Okay, Mom,” Finn’s voice came. “I love you guys.”

Haley turned and, even though she looked like she had been crying, she took in Leo and Logan, wrapped up together, and smiled. “He’s dying to see you two.”

“Usually its you who finds me down here.”

Remus stopped hard on his skates near the center of the synthetic ice, sweat shining in the dim basement lights. Sirius had thought he was coming to bed. He had sat upstairs until he realized that there were no more sounds coming from the kitchen. Regulus was in his room. All that was left was the rink downstairs.

Sirius looked down, letting Remus take his time. Remus’ phone was on the edge of the boards. There was a video lighting up the screen. A press conference. Jack Archer. Sirius didn’t need to hit play. He’d seen it, but he hadn’t even needed to do that. They’d all heard him begging Leo in the hallway. It was an accident. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought he’d brace himself. It’s hockey—

“Whatever it was,” Remus said. “There was purpose behind it. That’s what I think.”

Sirius looked up. Remus had silently made his way over. He was wearing one of Sirius’ sweatshirts, thumb poking through a hole in one of the sleeves. He spun his stick before letting it drop to the ground with a clatter.

“Sounds like Leo does, too,” Remus said. “At least there are no secrets that need keeping this time. Not like it was with…”

Fenrir.

“Re,” Sirius said softly.

“It’s not about me,” Remus said. He pushed himself over the boards, one leg, then the other, but before he could touch the ground Sirius stepped between his dangling skates. He settled his hands on Remus’ hips to keep him in place.

Remus had his eyes on Sirius’ sweatshirt. It was from their Cup day. Rainbow taped sticks crossed over the Cup’s silhouette. “We should go to bed, we have a flight tomorrow. We have a game.”

“Not until you look at me,” Sirius said.

Remus widened his eyes, honey-colored in this light, and looked right at Sirius. “I am looking at you.”

“Re,” Sirius said.

Slowly, Remus’ face relaxed and he let his forehead drop forward onto Sirius’ shoulder.

“We lost.”

“We’re tied.” Sirius kissed Remus’ neck, then knelt in front of him. He set one skate on his thigh and began to undo the laces. “And you need to rest. We need you out there.”

Remus watched his hands work. He got through one skate and pulled it off gently, taking a moment to rub the arch of Remus’ foot, to dig his thumb around his ankle bones.

“Remember you doing this with my injury,” Sirius said. He drew off the tight compression sock and rubbed over the red lines it left behind in Remus’ skin. “I used to dream about it. About your hands.”

Remus’ smile was small. “Used to?”

Sirius reached forward and took one of Remus’ palms to kiss. “Don’t have to dream about it anymore, do I?”

He took to the other skate. Loosening the laces, easing it off.

“Did you hear anything more with Finn?” Remus asked. “Or Leo?”

“He’s doing okay, I talked to Natalie,” Sirius said. “And Leo…” I didn’t expect you to be happy. Sirius had only known one true love in his life, but he knew a troubled love when he saw one, easily. Jack was that. He and James had shared a look in the locker room. Should I go say we can hear them? Sirius had silently asked. James had shaken his head, meaning, I think that might make it worse.

“Sometimes, I wish it was just about the game,” Remus said softly when he was barefoot. “But it feels like so much more than that.”

Sirius rose and let Remus wrap his arms around his neck so he could ease him down from the boards. Remus locked their fingers together as they walked up the stairs.

“Would the game be the game if there wasn’t more to it than a ball and a stick?” Sirius shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ve been thinking about Kasey,” Remus said.

Sirius nodded. “Keep wondering when he’s going to tell the team.”

“Do you think about it?” Remus asked hesitantly. “What you would do…after?”

Sirius had never liked that word. After. He used to question its existence. His father had not settled into a good after. Retirement was never a word he used. There was always work to be done, always someone else who had wronged him, always another step to take.

Then again, his father had never gotten exactly what he wanted. Not in his career. Maybe in his wife, but Sirius would never know for sure. Not in his sons. Not in his legacy.

“I used to not be able to think about it,” Sirius said. They entered the kitchen and he went to the refrigerator to fill up a cup of water from the filter. “I thought my life would end.”

He slid the glass over to Remus and leaned against the counter beside him.

“Watching Finn go down, I thought about it,” Sirius said. “I mean, everyone thinks about it. It can be over in a second. All of it.” Sirius rubbed a thumb over Remus’ cheek. “I know I don’t have to tell you that.”

“It’s okay,” Remus said. He took a greedy drink, then smiled a little sheepishly, like he hadn’t realized how hard he had been skating.

“It used to terrify me.” Sirius smiled a little. “I wanted to play hockey forever, which I can’t do. I liked boys, who I couldn’t have. James was always going to have a family, and I would never be entirely a part of it. And James sometimes felt like the only thing I had, in the beginning days. Re, he and Lils…they took me on so many dates.”

Remus laughed and wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck. “I remember. We could have been friends earlier, you know. If someone had been a little more…”

Sirius smiled into his kiss. “I was such an ass to you in the beginning.”

“Oh, I remember that, too.” Remus put on what, according to Thomas, was a perfect imitation of his frown, and gave a slightly French lilt to his words. “Oh, you’re an intern? Well, I’ll go to Moody then, but thanks.”

Sirius groaned and dropped his head to Remus’ shoulder. “Don’t remind me.”

Remus just laughed again and pressed a quick burst of kisses to his cheek. He shuffled closer until his bare feet were on top of Sirius’ socked ones. “It’s okay. You’ve done a pretty good job making up for it.”

Sirius rubbed a hand up and down his back slowly and felt Remus settle more against him. They were both tired, eyes closing, swaying in the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about Jack. Don’t watch that interview anymore, mon loup,” Sirius whispered. “Finn’s going to be okay.”

“Hm,” Remus said, then stepped back and took Sirius’ hands, pulling him towards the stairs. “Well. We’ll just have to kick their asses tomorrow night. Game five, baby. We’re two-two.”

Sirius let Remus lead him up to bed. He let Remus sink into his side as they brushed their teeth, and then spoon up against his back once they were under the covers. If this was what after looked like, part of him couldn’t wait.

Finn was sitting up. He pushed the hood of his sweatshirt back when he saw them and smiled. His red hair was soft and falling over his forehead, still sweaty from the game. Leo wanted to cry.

“Boys,” Finn sighed and patted the small space beside him on the bed with his good arm. “Don’t look at me like that. Come here.”

Logan all but collapsed at Finn’s side and Finn’s arm wound around him. Logan took Finn’s chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to steady his face. It looked like he was soaking in as much of that sweet brown color as he could. He was looking for the hurt.

“Don’t lie to me,” Logan whispered as Leo shut the door.

Finn stuck his tongue out until the tip of it touched Logan’s nose, then smiled. Logan didn’t pull away, didn’t even flinch and Finn did it again. Finn looked up at Leo, who was still standing by the door. “Le.”

Leo worried the inside of his lip. “I’ll hurt your shoulder on that side.”

Finn tapped his foot on the end of the bed, then spread his knees. It was a tight fit, but Leo managed to fold himself at the end of the bed. He took Finn’s legs and draped them around his hips, rubbing his thighs.

“Very sexy for a hospital,” Finn said. “Sexy thigh rubbing."

“How are you feeling?” Leo asked. Logan pushed his face into Finn’s neck and Leo and Finn smiled at each other. Finn closed his eyes at the feeling of Logan against him. “You’re guard dog missed you.”

“Don’t lie,” Logan mumbled.

Finn drummed his fingers over Logan’s spine. “Has a single lie come out of my mouth, baby?”

“No,” Leo said. “But we know you. The doctor said you were pretty…”

Finn raised an eyebrow. “She said I was pretty? Damn, she was pretty, too.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but secretly his chest was squeezing with relief. He hadn’t expected this Finn. Joking. He didn’t know if it was normal or because he was putting all of himself into masking the pain he was in.

“Pretty okay,” Leo pinched at his knee. “Is what I was going to say.”

“I am,” Finn said. “I mean, I know I’m on pain killers right now.”

“Yeah, you just licked Logan.”

Finn smiled and looked down until Logan peered out for a kiss. “He likes it. Don’t you, Lolo?”

Logan touched Finn’s fingers where they were poking out of his sling. “Does it hurt though?”

Finn sighed. “Yeah, of course it does. But it will be worse later so I’m hoping to enjoy right now when I don’t feel like my skull is going to fall apart.”

“Don’t say that.” Logan put his fingers to Finn’s lips.

Finn just kissed them. “Haven’t been in a bed this small in a while, hm, Lo?”

Logan’s brow creased. “Non…”

Leo watched them kiss, and he could see it. Harvard. Middle of the night. A terrified Logan, trying not to touch Finn and wanting nothing more than to help him. Leo thought he knew about Harvard, but sometimes when he saw them like this, he wasn’t sure he’d ever know anything at all.

“What about my sunshine?” Finn’s voice drew him out of his mind. Brown eyes, dim light. “Did he miss me?”

Leo swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, he—” His voice broke and he rolled his eyes at himself when he felt a surprising tear escape.

“Aw, Le…” Finn’s brows knit together.

“Sorry, I’m just worried about you.”

Finn’s eyes were sympathetic, and he kept looking at him even as he kissed Logan’s forehead. “Shift change, Lo.”

Logan looked, Leo had to admit, a little reluctant, but he pushed himself up and leaned down for one more kiss.

“It’s okay, Lo, you can stay,” Leo said shakily.

“Non,” Logan said, and before Leo could move he pressed his hand to Leo’s thigh and kissed his cheek. “Just warming it up for you.”

It was warm. Finn tucked Leo right up against his chest. He smelled a little bit like the hospital, but if Leo pressed hard enough (and he did) there was Finn there, too. Logan took Leo’s place, settling on his stomach between Finn’s legs with his arms folded across Finn’s hips.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Finn whispered against Leo’s mouth. “Please don’t cry.”

“I love you,” Leo said thickly. “I’m sorry, I should be comforting you.”

“Shh,” Finn kissed him again, peppering them softly over his cheek. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“I’m gonna kill Jack,” Logan said.

“He didn’t do this to me, Lo,” Finn said softly. “It was a hit.”

“We don’t know that,” Logan said, chin against Finn’s chest. In any other situation, he would have looked adorable, feet half off the bed like that. But his green eyes were dark.

“Did you confront him?” Finn asked, eyes on Logan.

Logan rolled his eyes.

“Tremz,” Finn said warningly. “You could get in serious trouble—”

“I broke my helmet,” Logan said. “I didn’t break him.”

Leo felt Finn’s hand tighten around his shoulders. “Logan.”

Leo pressed harder against Finn, watching them.

“I’m right,” Logan pushed himself up, hands on Finn’s hips. Any other time, he would have raised his voice, but he kept it soft in the dark room. Leo still thought he felt Finn wince. “He did this. Finn, he did this to you—”

“I did this,” Leo whispered.

It felt like even the machines beeping around them paused. Leo couldn’t see Finn’s face well, but Logan’s eyes snapped right to his. Leo just turned his face into Finn’s chest and let himself break.

Leo cursed the position of goalie, for once in his life, as he fumbled through the endless straps and buckles of his cumbersome equipment. It didn’t help that his fingers were shaking. Alex, holding Finn’s head on the ice. I’m fine. I’m fine, Le. Deadening silence and collective gasps. Logan, skating hard to catch up and—

Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack—

Leo’s jersey got caught on part of his padding, and it was as good as someone trying to hold him back. Irrational, pure rage fired through his chest and he yanked the fabric hard over his head, ripped at the the velcro of his chest pad. Some part of his mind registered how quiet the Lions locker room was around him. Some part of his mind knew how hard he was breathing, that the motion of tearing off his jersey had slammed his knuckles into his stall on accident. A bruise, probably, would form. But he couldn’t feel anything. He pulled at the laces of his skates, watching his hands shake.

“Leo…”

Kasey’s voice. Leo could hardly hear that, either.

Finn on the ice. So still. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four, five—

His pads were splayed out in front of him, around him on the ground. Finn’s stall was empty, and beside it Leo looked for green eyes and Logan and found Kota instead, quiet, not sure what to do. A new shot of anger. Logan, traded. Who would ever do that? Logan had won them a Cup, he was theirs, he was a Lion, Logan was his, he should be here.

“Le, it’s gonna be okay,” Kasey said softly, helping Leo ease the rest of his equipment off with expert, steady hands. “Let me help, okay?”

Jack. Jack. Hey, Le, look, good for you that you never had to feel scared—

Finally, it was all off of him. He didn’t feel any lighter. He locked eyes with Kasey for a long moment. Kasey, against his words, looked as scared as Leo felt. Leo yanked on a pair of sweatpants, didn’t bother to change out of his sweat-soaked shirt, and ran.

He made it five paces before meeting Jack.

Wide-eyes. Sweaty hair, still half in his gear. Even with his skates on, Leo was taller. Leo looked for bruises, blood, something to show him that Logan had gotten to him first. Nothing.

“Leo,” Jack said.

That look on his face. Leo was back in eleventh grade and he’d said something wrong, he’d said something when they were somewhere too bright, too crowded, Leo, what the fuck, what are you doing—

Jack put his hands up. Surrender. As if he even had that right. “Leo.”

Leo hadn’t realized that he had frozen to the spot. Not until Jack started walking forward. Not until he said his name again. Leo, stop it. God, it can’t always be like that. Okay? Shaking his hands off. Stop.

“Leo—”

“No,” Leo said. “No.”

Jack blinked once, again, swallowed hard. “Le…”

“Get out of my way.”

“No—”

“Get out of my way.” He shoved Jack in the chest hard, and when it didn’t feel like enough to watch him stumble backwards, he did it again. Jack just stared at him, bracing himself against the wall. Leo snapped all over again. If those first words had hurt his throat, his next ones tore at him. They were laced with the throb of tears, unshed. He shoved Jack hard a third time and watched the way he winced. “What is—What the hell is wrong with you?”

“No, no,” Jack whispered. “Please, you don’t understand—”

Leo didn’t recognized the sound of pure frustration he made. He wanted to bring something down, Jack, the wall, this entire building.

“What is wrong with you?” he shouted again.

“It was an accident,” Jack said. “He had—” Jack closed his eyes. “I wasn’t—He just folded, he fucking folded, how was I supposed to know? This is hockey.”

“That wasn’t hockey. Finn has a concussion.” Leo wasn’t sure how he knew, but he knew. “This is his third. Did you know that? Did you stop to think about that?”

Jack put a hand over his eyes. “No. No, I—”

“Do you know what three concussions can do to a person? Did you think about that before you fucking snapped and shoved his head into the boards?”

“C’mon, I…” Jack sounded close to tears, too. “C’mon, Le, that’s not what happened, please—”

“If you’re angry at me,” Leo shouted, “takeit out on me.”

“I’m not angry at you,” Jack roared back.

Leo curled his hands into fists. “You think I don’t know that? I didn’t do anything.”

Jack didn’t react like Leo thought he would. Leo waited for him to explode back at him again. He almost wanted it. He wanted to get this over with. Finn needed him. He needed Finn. He needed Logan’s hand on his back, Finn letting them take him home. He needed to see Finn safe and okay and not still and pale out on the ice.

Instead, Jack sagged in front of him in the hallway. He looked up at Leo, cheeks and neck red. “Le.”

“Don’t waste my fucking time,” Leo said. “I’m done. I’m so fucking done with you.”

“I,” Jack began. “I didn’t mean to.”

“What did you mean?” Leo said. “For once in your life, why don’t you tell me what you actually meant. Because, honest to God, I don’t think I’ve ever known. Because I’m not here to clean up your messes anymore. I’m not here to make you feel better about yourself, or to tell you its okay. I broke that habit a long time ago.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Jack said again.

“What did you mean?”

“I don’t know. I…It’s hockey, you just snap sometimes, it’s adrenaline, it’s—it’s the game. I went too far, I know that, but he’s…he’s…”

“He’s what?” Leo shouted. “What, what, what, speak or get out of my way.”

“He’s happy.”

Leo pressed his hand over his eyes. “God, I’m going to kill you. I’m going to fucking kill you, I don’t even know—how to respond to that. Get out of my way.”

Leo pushed through him, but Jack grabbed his hand.

“I didn’t expect you to be happy,” he said, and Leo froze all over again.

He tried, for a moment, to remember if he’d been happy when Jack was in his life. Or, if he’d only thought he was. His childhood bedroom, dark, Jack flinching at every sound from the larger house. Jack’s skin touching his, and Leo thinking that he would do anything, panicking over how much he could do to keep them this way for as long as possible. To make Jack give him a smile when it was all over.

Finn, hurting now but always soft and grinning on the pillows. C’mere. Come here, baby. Logan, leaning over him, thumb against his lip. Let’s stay up all night. Leo, smiling, why? Logan, leaning down for a kiss. I wanna keep looking at you.

“But you are,” Jack whispered. “You’rehappy, and it…Fuck. It falls off of you three like…like something you can see.”

Slowly, Leo turned. He pulled his hand out of Jack’s and close to his chest, cradling it like it was broken.

“So you hit him?” Leo asked, voice breaking.

“I got…it all got tangled. Logan hates me. Finn hates me. Alex, Percy, Will, even Luke…”

“You hardly even know them.”

“You hate me.”

“I don’t.”

Jack took a long time before shaking his head. “You do.”

“Jack. I hate what you did to me I hate how you treated me.” Leo took a breath. “I don’t think about you enough to hate you.”

Leo turned and gave himself the pleasure-pain of being the one to walk away first.

“Le,” Finn whispered. Leo could tell he was looking at Logan, probably wide-eyed, but he didn’t dare move from his place hiding against Finn. He heard him mouth softly to Logan, Happy? What the fuck?

“Leo,” Finn said again. “Leo.”

Logan was scrambling up from his place in a moment. He squeezed himself to sit on the very edge of the bed against Leo’s back. Leo felt him lean over him and pull at his sweatshirt.

“Leo,” Logan whispered. “Non. Non, non…”

Leo let out an ugly sound and clutched Finn closer.

“Baby,” Finn said. “Look at me.” He went to reach with his bad arm and hissed in pain. “Look at me. This isn’t your fault. Oh my God, Le, this isn’t your fault, baby.”

He felt Logan curl his body over his, felt his nose press against his jaw. He pulled until Leo sat up, but when he tried to wrap him in his arms, Leo stood.

“It’s true,” Leo said. “Hockey does tangle with everything else.” He stood, looking at them sitting side by side on the bed. “And I know that because Logan wants to kill Jack for what he did, and so do I. Think of—Fenrir and Remus.” Remus’ career almost ended, just for a number on a ranking board. “Or Regulus and Sirius.” Feuding over family nonsense. Jack. Jack, Jack. “Things…unravel. And they come out on the ice.”

“That doesn’t make you responsible,” Finn said. He had a bright flush to his cheeks. He was leaning back into his pillows more.

“Jack came for you because of me,” Leo said.

“Leo,” Finn said softly. He lay back on the bed, hand to his forehead. He closed his eyes. “No, baby, you…” He trailed off.

“Finn?” Logan whispered. His attention was pulled away from Leo and he leaned over Finn. He put a hand to his cheek. “Oh.” He reached for the cup at Finn’s bedside and, instead of holding it to Finn’s mouth like Leo had expected it to, he dipped his fingers into the cool water before running them through Finn’s hair. Finn let out a relieved sound. “Just rest, Rouge. Let’s get you home.”

Leo held his breath. He felt stupid. So stupid, standing there. Talking about himself. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and watched Logan press feather-light kisses to Finn’s face.

“Mon rouge, just sleep. We’ll check out and we’ll go home. We’ll go home.”

“Leo,” Finn mumbled, eyes closed.

“No,” Leo heard himself say. “No, never mind.” He moved towards the door and felt Logan’s eyes follow him.

“Soleil,” Logan began to say.

“I’ll take care of the paperwork,” Leo said, and pushed out the door.

#vaincre lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #wolfstar #coops #sirius black #remus lupin #o'knutzy #finnlo #sunfish #lelo #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #Leo knut #James potter #wolfstar au #sports au #hockey au

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tenaciousduckpoetry · 11 months

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Interacting with Spider-Woman (ft. Dating Gwen)

Warnings: fluff, angst, playful banter, fem reader, mention of death, SPOILERS

Your first interaction with the one and only Spider-Woman was when she popped in at your workplace. You were serving at the register and she just so happened to waltz in and order a honey infused tea.

You memorized her by the first three times you spoke to her and she had memorized every single freckle on your face

It's one of those scenarios where you know each other, but she hasn't necessarily told you about this alter ego of hers. Hell, she was dating you- although the relationship was fairly new (like a couple weeks)

As those weeks turned into months you began to notice just how often this Spider-Woman was coming to your work

In fact, she knew exactly when you finished work and had offered to walk you home multiple times

"you sure about that? I'm sure someone's getting robbed somewhere." You'd tease her

"I'm sure." She'd reply and under the mask would be that sweet smile that often made you swoon

She'd take you home so often that you were getting used to the fast swinging and 'thwip' of her webs

That was until it got stuck to your clothes and it took you weeks to wash it out

"Next time it sticks to my shirt, you're washing it." You'd huff in playful annoyance, "My mum was so mad when she saw it, thinks I'm in a gang or something."

Gwen would laugh so hard, practically snorting

"Oh, really? A gang, huh? Must be pretty cool being apart of the spider gang." She'd bump your shoulder, still walking you home after every shift

You don't remember ever telling you when your shift ends, it just seems like she always knew

Evantually you started to wonder about how many times Gwen would run off and Spider-Woman would rush in a few minutes after

You payed no mind to it for so long, but now things were making too much sense

You never asked, it didn't feel right to ask

If you ever did ask Gwen I think she'd be frightened. After what happened with Peter she saw to never make friends (let alone getting a partner), so she'd shut you down.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You bring up Peter

"You have no right to bring him into this! He has nothing to do with you and me or Spider-Woman!"

"You do, Gwen! I know now- You disappear and a few seconds later she comes running in! You're the only person who knows when my shifts end and she walks me home! It makes sense. Just humour me, please."

It ends in an argument, but you come back to apologize. You didn't necessarily mean to explode like that. She was right, you had no right to bring up Peter like you did. It wasn't fair

"You are right." She'd say, "But you have to understand that I have been hiding this from everyone.. I told Peter and you saw what happened." Her voice cracks and your hands meet hers

"I know.. I'm so sorry. It wasn't fair."

After forgiving and forgetting, you both still pretend to not know each other when meeting each other as Spider-Woman

However, that doesn't stop Gwen from sneaking in small kisses on the cheek when no one's looking

#across the spiderverse #spider punk #spider gwen #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #x reader #e 42 morales x reader #dewdropwrites #gwen x reader #gxg #fem reader #astv headcannons #astv gwen

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year

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A “Horny” Reunion Pt. 1/2

Sub Loki/Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After some time away on Asgard, Loki receives a special request from his lover during their steamy reunion that involves his ceremonial armor and those iconic gold horns.

Warnings/notes: SMUT 18+, kinda inappropriate use of Loki’s horns (they are basically handlebars.) He’s also sub because I say so. This is part one of a two part one-shot.

Word Count: 2,869

Also on AO3

Loki has been in Asgard for almost three weeks now, three weeks without Loki was hell for her. She thought that it would be fun at first, some time without Loki where she could focus on herself and have fun with her girlfriends. And she did for the first couple weeks, while Loki was dealing with “official royal business” in Asgard, she was partying with her friends and staying up late. It wasn't that she couldn’t do all those things with Loki around, he was not controlling at all. She just liked the feeling of being by herself for a while and doing what she wanted. However, time apart makes the heart grow fonder, and at the end of the second week, the lack of Loki’s presence began to weigh heavy on her. She missed his voice, his laugh, and his witty remarks. Her bed felt cold without him, she missed waking up to him in the morning, his hands would wander her body as she was slowly drawn from her slumber. He would place soft kisses on her face and down her neck as she stirred awake in his arms.

What she missed most, however, was the sex. She loved Loki as a person and she was absolutely in love with him. But gods he could fuck! She became addicted to him after their first night together, she could never sleep with anyone else after that. Eventually he moved in with her after they both grew tired of living at the Avengers’ tower. Sneaking around with him and being bugged by the Avengers constantly was not a good mix. They finally had their privacy, that was until Loki was being called back to Asgard more often. She was happy that Loki was close with his brother again, and that he was able to go see his mother freely. However, his relationship with Odin was still estranged, it wasn’t surprising, Loki still refused to fully forgive him for the way that he treated Loki growing up. She supported Loki and his decisions, but she still missed him dearly.

Now she laid on her bed, one of Loki’s capes was wrapped around her frame as she curled up, staring at the empty spot next to her. Loki's scent was beginning to fade from his side of the bed, as well as the cape. She closed her eyes and pretended that he was there next to her. Her hands ran down the material of the cape, to her stomach, and eventually down her shorts. Getting herself off these past few weeks wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do until Loki came back.

When she suddenly heard a deep familiar voice, she thought she was hallucinating.

“Oh darling, have you been desperate in my absence?”

Her eyes flew open as she sat up on the bed, the god of mischief himself stood at the foot of it. She flung herself at him immediately, jumping off the bed and wrapping her arms and legs around his tall frame.

“Loki! I missed you so much.” Her face was buried in the crook of his neck as a few tears fell from her cheeks, “Part of me thought you would never come back.”

“Me? Leave you? Darling I would simply cease to exist without you. These past few weeks have been incredibly tiring, they wanted me to stay longer. But I told my mother I had important business to tend to on Midgard.” He smirked, taking a handful of her ass as he held her up.

She pulled back and looked Loki in the eyes, “Is that my name now? Important business?” She giggled before giving him a brief kiss. The kisses traveled to his flushed cheeks and forehead as she pampered him with love and affection. She ran her hands down his neck to the ceremonial leather and armor that he still wore from his business on Asgard, “It’s been awhile since i've seen you in the full get up. I almost forgot how hot it is.”

Loki backed up and spun them around so that she was pinned between the wall and his body. His hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up so that he could pull her into a deep, desperate kiss that would make a virgin blush. The scent of leather mixed with Loki’s natural scent of cedar and spice filled her nostrils as he pressed his hips into hers. She gasped into the kiss, running her fingernails down the back of his leather coat. Loki pulled away, causing her to let out a small whine before kissing down his neck.

“I know how much you love my armor darling, however, it is quite difficult to AGH-!” He grunted as she left a small bite mark on his neck, she sucked on his skin with the intention of leaving a nice mark for later. “QUITE! Difficult to maneuver in.”

She pulled back and gave him a smile, “But you seem to walk around in it just fine.” She runs her hands down the golden armor, fingers tracing the small patterns that adorn it.

“I’m not talking about walking. I mean special… maneuvers.” He hoped she would get the hint.

She looked at him in confusion for a moment, “So what? You can’t fuck in it?”

Loki normally loved and admired how straightforward she was when she spoke to him. But now, she was leaving him flustered and speechless. His eyes were wide as he looked at her, he saw that her pupils were blown with lust as she smirked, fully aware that she currently had the upper hand.

“It's not that I can’t, it’s just difficult to move in that way.” He explained.

“Oh, I understand.” She complied, somewhat sarcastically.

“Good.” He gently placed her back on her feet, “Now let me take all this off and we can-” He was cut off by her guiding him back to the armchair in the corner of the room before she put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him down, his armor clanking as it met the soft material. Loki was immensely stronger than her, of course, but he still let her control him at times.

“What? Darling you’re not! Ooh~” He gasped as she gripped his hard cock through the leather.

“C’mon baby, don’t act like you don’t like it when I push you around. You're already so hard for me.” She replaces her hand with her clothed, wet cunt and ground against his leather trousers that concealed him. She could feel her wetness leaking through her thin underwear and shorts, now polishing his leather pants perfectly. “See? Feel.” She grabbed his hand and brought it to her heated center, she guided his fingers into a circling motion on her clit. Loki moaned at her actions, secretly loving the feeling of being used by a beautiful, demanding woman. “This is how you make me feel, I get so turned on when I see you dressed like this.” She moaned, moving her hips in time with his hand, “Good boy, you make me feel so fucking good.” She kissed him, swallowing his moans that she drew from him.

“Darling, please.” He begged between kisses, “I need you, p-please.”

“I love it when you beg for me, mischief.”

They just couldn’t wait any longer after these long weeks away from each other. While she was tending to her needs on earth, Loki was pleasuring himself on Asgard whenever he had time away from his royal duties. He imagined fucking her in his large bed covered in his favorite green silken sheets, making her scream his name so that all of Asgard knew who she belonged to. But now, he was sitting in their shared room of her New York apartment, the curtains wide open and looking over the lively city beneath them, absolutely at her will. He was ready to do anything for her, and he nearly moaned out loud when she began to undo the laces on his leather trousers. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests of the chair, his eyes were focused on her, taking in every feature on her face and they way that her hands trembled with excitement as she finally undid the final lace and opened his trousers. She quickly abandoned her tee, showing her soft breasts to Loki’s wandering eyes, before reaching down to make a fist around his long cock. She slowly stroked him, he threw his head back in pleasure as she used her thumb to circle the blushed head, a small sheen of pre cum covered her thumb. She brought her thumb up to her mouth to taste him.

She slipped herself off of his body before untying her sleeping shorts and sliding them down her legs, Loki clenched his jaw in anticipation. She placed herself back on her throne that was Loki’s lap and gave him a deep kiss and ran her hands up his chest to play with the curls at the end of his hair. She leaned back and looked the powerful god beneath her up and down. His angry red cock stood in contrast to his black leather, his chestplate raised up and down with his heavy breathing and his pale cheeks wore a faded flush.

“Somethings missing.” She stated, running her fingers through his dark locks.

“What is it, my love?”

She put her index fingers to her forehead to mimic the look of his signature horns. “Put your horns on.” She demanded.

“W-why?” He stuttered

“Because I want to hold on to them while I ride you.”

Her straightforwardness made his cock twitch in need, “Anything for you, my love.” He smiled before a ring of magic, manifesting itself in green glimmers, surrounded his head in a halo before turning into his glistening, golden horns.

She smiled as she ran her hands up and down the gold that now adorned his head, stroking the horns as if they were his dick. She slid her fingers along the cheek pieces that accentuated his prominent cheekbones. She tilted his head back further so that she could kiss him deeply without colliding with the horns before lifting her hips to press her wet pussy against the head of his cock, the sheen of their combined arousal put a nice shine on the leather that covered his abdomen. She pulled away from the kiss to hold onto his horns before sinking onto him. They both gasped at the feeling of being with each other once again.

“Oh fuck- I missed you so much Loki.” She moaned before gripping onto his horns tighter and moving her hips in a circling, grinding motion.

Loki let out a deep growl and held on to her waist as she began to slowly bounce on top of him. His fingers eventually made their way up to her pebbled nipples and began to play with them gently. She arched her back into his touch and whined his name. Loki’s moans became louder as he realized he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer, he was more desperate than he anticipated. He didn’t think he would cum this quickly, and if he was in control he probably wouldn’t, but she was riding him so perfectly right now and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips up, causing his cock to slide inside her perfect cunt even deeper.

“Darling, w-wait I- I can’t. Slow down.”

“It’s okay, you can cum.” She allowed, circling her hips once again.

“FUCK! Fuck~” His hands held on tight to the flesh on her thighs, fingernails leaving shallow marks in her skin as he coated her walls with his cum. Sweat formed underneath the headpiece on his forehead and small tears shone underneath his eyes.

She gasped, loving the feeling of him filling her up. She knew Loki insisted that she came first whenever they fucked, but seeing him lose control under her was worth it. Besides, she would make sure he made it up to her after he recovered from his powerful orgasm.

“Are you with me, darling?” She ran her thumbs along his jawline as he relaxed beneath her.

“Always, my love.” He opened his eyes, looking into her’s with the same amount of love and lust that he had when he caught her touching herself when he arrived back home. “What about you? You didn’t cum.”

“Aw darling, so considerate.” She lifted herself off his softening cock, Loki’s cum leaking from her pussy, and stood in front of him, “Stand up.” She demanded. He did as he was told before she put her hands on his clothed biceps, turning them around and sitting down where Loki was only seconds ago. She spread her legs for him, giving him a perfectly unobstructed view of his seed leaking out of her cunt. “Get to it then.”

Loki wasted no time dropping to his knees in front of her and holding on to her thighs, keeping them open so that his horns could fit in between her legs. She reached down and held onto them once again as she felt his warm breath brushing against her wet folds. She pushed her hips into his mouth and pulled his head closer by his golden headpiece. Loki licked up her slit, drinking his own release from her cunt, before circling her clit with his tongue.

“Fuck~ can you taste yourself, mischief?” She moaned, grasping on tight to his horns.

Loki groaned in approval as she arched her back and pushed her hips closer to his mouth in an attempt to feel more friction from his tongue. His long fingers teased her entrance as his tongue circled her clit. His cum being used as lube as he curled two of his fingers to push against her g spot. She now her head thrown back in pleasure, screaming out his name and digging her fingernails into the soft felt of the chair. Tears of utter pleasure pricked the corners of his eyes as her legs shook on either side of his head, brushing against the chilling gold of his horns that raised gooseflesh on her skin.

Loki moaned between her legs as if he was getting off from her taste alone. He looked up at her with those gorgeous cerulean eyes that bore into her soul, she could barely keep eye contact with him before her eyes rolled back into her skull. Loki sped up his movements, determined to make her cum just as hard as he did. He smirked against her pussy as her thighs tightened around his head.

“I’m gonna cum- ah LOKI!” She cried out as her knuckles turned white, holding Loki’s horns in a death grip as her powerful orgasm possessed her body, leaving her quivering in Loki’s arms. Loki continued eating her out as her climax felt nearly endless. Her cunt was swollen in overstimulation as she began to push at his head in an attempt to crawl away from his talented silver tongue. Loki took the hint and stopped his pleasurable assault, slowly kissing her thighs and up to her stomach. He made his way back up her body so that his face was level with hers, giving her a soft kiss before she wrapped her arms around his neck to help her sit up straight and return the kiss.

“I love you darling, it feels good to be home. May I change into something more comfortable now?” He smirked, placing a kiss on her soft cheek.

She giggled and stood up with Loki, running her hands around the intricate details of his armor, taking it in before it was gone for the foreseeable future. “I guess you can. I’ll miss it though.”

“You will see it again darling, I promise”

Loki used his magic to change into a pair of black lounge pants. Loki looked sexy in whatever he wore, besides now she had access to his exposed torso. She immediately took the opportunity to touch his skin that was slightly flushed and sweaty from their previous activities. She ran her hands through his inky hair, caressing where the proud helmet once sat.

“I love you mischief, never leave me again.” She pouted, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around his back.

He wrapped one arm around her waist as the other cradled the back of her head, running his fingers through her tangled hair and kissing her on the forehead. “Unfortunately, I cannot skip my trips to Asgard. I can, however, bring you with me next time.”

“Sounds perfect.” She looked back up at him, kissing his lips once again before they made their way back to the bed, she ended up back on his lap, peppering his face with kisses once more.

“Since you got to make demands on what I wore this time, I have a request.”

“What is it, mischief?” She smiled.

“I want you to wear the deliciously tight combat suit that you wear on your missions next time.”

She leaned back and looked at him with an entertained look on her face before giving him a seductive smirk, “Deal.”

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"i crawl home to her"

“And I was burning up a fever, I didn’t care much how long I lived. But I swear I thought I dreamed her, she never asked me once about the wrong I did."

synopsis: after being stabbed, joel floats in and out of consciousness, between then and now, before and after, and his two daughters, both saving him in their own ways.

cw: time jumps, descriptions of pain and injury, grief w/c: 1.3k

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When Sarah was little and cried because she’d scraped her knee, Joel always wanted to cry too. He couldn’t of course, and he didn’t; he shushed her gently, telling her she’d be okay, however big or small the hurt was, while trying to absorb her pain through his fingertips, carefully brushing her brown curls away from her face.

But while her face contorted in the most pain her little body had experienced in the short duration of her life, he couldn’t help but shamefully feel like he had failed her. He could have been quicker, caught her, told her to be careful yet again. Every time he’d put a bandaid on, kiss it better, and she would quickly move on, and every time he’d file the accident into his mental folder of reasons why he was a bad parent.

But then she’d smile up at him, amber eyes full of awe, and he’d forget all about it.

One time on Sarah’s birthday, she must have been three or four, she had insisted on blowing out her birthday candles by herself. She got two on her first blow, but on her second puff of air, she leaned too far over the flame, and Joel’s hand instinctively reached out to shield between his daughter and the fire. He burned his hand, but didn’t pull back until his other hand had moved her out of the way.

Joel softly whines as the memory is replaced by a similar burning, this time in the form of a sting in his midriff. He can feel someone scuffle next to him, he thinks it might be his daughter, but his eyelids refuse to open. All he wants is to look at her. The feeling of not knowing what’s going on, the urge to be in control, of knowing his kid is safe, builds in him, and he fights with his body to open his eyes.

Through a squint, he can see she’s kneeling next to him, pulling at a thread going down into his stomach. He tries sitting up to look at what she's doing, even though the unmistakable agony of a needle piercing through his skin over and over speaks for itself, but engaging the muscles in his abdomen sends a wave of nausea through his body, and he groans, lying back down, as the pain whisks reality away from him again.

Sarah was 10 when she decided to take up soccer. Both Joel and Tommy had tried talking her out of it, seeing as it was no less than the fourth hobby she’d wanted to try out that semester, but like always, she didn’t take no for an answer.

So soccer it was.

Joel would take her out in the back garden to practice. They would mostly shoot penalty kicks at each other, and Sarah quickly decided she didn’t like being goalie, so Joel would stand in front of the make-shift goal he’d built for them using left-over plank from a job, while Sarah shot the ball at him.

In the beginning, he would let her score every now and then, just to boost her confidence. But after a couple of weeks he found his body tender and sore from devotedly throwing himself to the ground over and over again to keep her focused kicks from landing the ball right in the net every time. She was getting really good.

Sometimes Tommy would join their little matches. Unlike his older brother, Tommy had actually played in his youth. Joel remembered going to his games growing up, feeling both pride and jealousy at the crowd of parents and other on-lookers cheering his name as he celebrated goal after goal out on the green.

On a particularly sunny Saturday, the three of them were outside kicking the ball around as usual. Tommy and Sarah were both aggressive on the pitch, the uncle in general less careful than the dad, dribbling around his niece, playing dirty, shoving her to the ground. Sarah would laugh and get right back up, while Joel would sigh at the thought of getting the grass stains out of her brand new light wash jeans.

In a moment of Joel’s distraction, while he looked towards the house trying to remember whether they were out of laundry detergent, Sarah decided to boot it, landing the ball directly into the side of Joel’s face. Between the ringing in his ears subsiding and the pain in his head increasing, he found himself pretty impressed with, and slightly proud of, the power in his daughter’s kick.

23 years later and his ears are still ringing; a sound he briefly revisited immediately after deciding his life without her was a worthless one. It might as well be three seconds later the way his head is aching, pounding, throbbing with pain. Just moving his eyes hurts, but he can take it, and looks around.

He’s on the floor in the middle of a room, a staircase in one end. No windows. Basement. There’s not much else to see from his position, and trying to sit up isn’t even worth a try. He feels paralyzed, and wiggles his fingers and toes to check.

There’s no Ellie. Which is good, a voice in his head chimes in. Ellie shouldn’t be here. She should be in Jackson, with Tommy. He finds consolation in the fact that he can’t see the rifle anywhere. Consolation, but also disappointment. If she hadn’t needed it for protection, it might have been of better use to him, he thinks, gravelly revisiting the day after his 36th birthday.

A wave of strange relief washes over him as he realizes her life is not in his hands anymore. Relief and disappointment. But Ellie’s a smart kid, he calls to mind, as the comfortable numbness of unconsciousness overpowers him again, and he falls back into reverie.

She’s a smart kid.

Sarah was always a smart kid.

From the second she was born he knew. She was a late talker, but an early walker, and she didn’t have any issue communicating to the people around her what she wanted without the use of her words. She was a smart kid, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t sometimes let her heart be louder than her head.

Before soccer there was horse riding. And before horse riding there was drawing. But before she could even hold a pencil, there was swimming. Sarah swam until her lips turned blue, refusing to come up even though she was freezing. After hours in the pool, in the ocean, in the pond, Joel would have to wade out to get her, her little body clinging to his, smiling through clattering teeth. He’d wrap her up in a towel, and rub her back to get her warm, while she’d rest her head on his shoulder, exhausted but happy.

When Joel comes to, he's wet and clammy all over, a tinge of salt from sweat or blood on his lips, but he’s no longer alone. His daughter is there, still resting on his shoulder, just like before. It’s still twenty years ago, and everything is fine. His inner soliloquy tells him this is it, this is the moment, this instant is all he has, all he ever has had and ever will have. His daughter, safe, in his arms. At the end of the day, his suitcase with memories of her may not show up at baggage claim, but the allegory isn’t even relevant anymore. Planes haven’t flown for decades.

A jet plane couldn’t have woken Joel up thirty years ago, and when his daughter was born he had to force himself away from being a deep sleeper. Sarah would still have to wake him even though his alarm had been blaring for ten minutes. “Dad, wake up!” she would shout at his bedroom door. And at the sound of her voice, he would jolt awake. He can hear it now. “Dad, wake up! Wake up! Joel! Wake up!”

It’s not Sarah. But it is his daughter. And her voice pulls him in.

“Joel, wake up!”

She pushes a blade into his hands, alarm in her voice. And while he can only catch every other word of her warning, he gets the gist of it.

Danger.

He grips the knife. It’s time to come back. His kid needs him.

a/n: i love pain. hope you like flowery language, cause i do. don't know what the market for father daughter angst is like atm, but i will always be a whore for woe, so you better eat up. thanks for reading xx

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #sarah miller #ellie williams #joellie #joel and ellie #tlou angst #the last of us fanfiction #my writing

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1024UB CHAPTER FORTY: ONCE UPON A TIME...

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Maybe it was because the group was so close to graduating that they hadn’t had a ROD party in a while. The were going to have one at the beginning of the semester right before classes got serious, but they dropped the ball on that one. So, they managed to scrap together a party by shoving the responsibilities onto Mingi and Jongho. The party wasn’t supposed to start until later in the night, which meant that San and Gyuri could spend a little time together before heading up to the party, “spend a little time together” meaning have a quickie, which Gyuri was super against.

“Oh God, San!” Gyuri’s voice shrilled as San ruthlessly thrusted into her from behind.

“Fuck, Gyu,” San grunted. “You’re so tight… I can’t take it any longer.”

With a final thrust, San pressed his hips tightly against hers, and the two came together. They breathed heavily as San pulled out and leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair, beads of sweat rolling down his face and dropping from his chin. He took the filled condom off while Gyuri, meanwhile, fell onto her side with a final moan, only for that moan to turn into a scream of frustration.

“San, what the fuck?!” she hit him with a pillow. “I told you we don’t have time for this!”

“What, you don’t check your texts? Jongho said to come over at 10 o’clock,” San said matter-of-factly.

“When did he text that?”

“About three minutes before I got to your place.”

“What time is it now?”

“Half past nine.”

“…Fine.”

Gyuri sat up with a huff. San watched her start to smooth out her hair, only for him to decide that he wanted to help her. He could feel her stare at him— he was still kneeling on the bed, so he was hovering above her. He combed his fingers through her hair to try and get it to look less unruly when he felt something warm envelope the head of his dick.

“My turn,” she said, her voice sultry.

San shivered as she took more of him into her mouth, a whisper of a moan leaving his body. His hand was still on her head from smoothing out her hair, so he unconsciously grabbed her hair by the roots and moved her at a pace that he wanted. He felt her cup his ass— a sensation he never thought he would enjoy so much— and drove her head further so he would go even deeper. San felt like he was going crazy when he heard her gag and moan with his dick still deep in her mouth.

“Gyu, oh God, keep doing that,” San groaned. “You feel so fucking good…”

Soon, San felt himself arriving at his climax. He gripped Gyuri’s hair tightly and inhaled sharply as he came in her mouth, and instantly, he said with a low voice, “Swallow.”

Not going to lie, San was mortified when he heard the words leave his lips, and he for sure thought Gyuri was going to glare at him as she spit. She, however, surprised him by actually swallowing. That simple act was enough to turn San on all over again, but he knew that if he had one more round, then the two would never make it to the ROD party. He remained kneeling on the bed, stunned. Gyuri patted his thigh then got out of her bed and walked away.

“Where are you going?” San managed to ask after coming back to reality.

“Bathroom to shower.”

Wordlessly, San hopped off the bed and joined her in the bathroom.

The couple finally left her apartment five minutes until ten. They kept their distance as they waited for the elevator, only for San’s arm to go around her waist the second they entered the elevator. As more of the friend group found out about their relationship, though, San seriously questioned whether or not they still had to sneak around. He shrugged off the thought as he held Gyuri’s waist tighter and placed light kisses against her temple, cheek, neck, and collarbone, Gyuri responding by leaning into him.

“Oh, hey, I have a secret for you,” Gyuri said as soon as the elevator arrived at Jongho’s and Mingi’s floor.

“What is it?” San asked; the elevator doors had yet to open.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” she said cheekily with a wink.

San gaped at the girl as the elevator doors opened and she walked out nonchalantly. His shock only increased as he realized she was wearing jean shorts and a cropped varsity sweater with a high neck. She put her arms above her head and stretched, flashing San her underboob.

“That’s not fair, Gyu! You can’t tease me like that,” San complained with a slight pout on his face. “How the hell do you expect me to keep calm during the party? Also, please for the love of God keep your arms down tonight.”

“Hey, you do this to me all the time. Besides, that sounds like a you problem.”

“I can make it your problem later.”

A light blush popped on Gyuri’s face. She shook her head and said, “Anyway, find a way to keep it together. If you do, then I’ll do whatever you want me to do later tonight.”

“Anything?”

Gyuri typed in the code to Jongho and Mingi’s place. “Yeah, but if you do anything too fucking crazy, Iseul will kill you.”

“Oh, speaking of which, Yunho told me that their data collection is almost complete, so they’ll be home in the evenings.”

The two walked into the apartment a couple minutes after ten. Surprisingly, they were the first ones at the party with the exception of Jongho, who lived there. He was sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching a soccer match.

“Hey guys,” he greeted the two.

“Hi, Jongho,” they both said at the same time before looking at each other in shock.

Gyuri lingered in the kitchen and leaned on the countertop. San walked over to see that Gyuri was definitely trying to get him hot and bothered by doing simple things like bending down far enough so San could get a nice view of her ass. She ended up just picking up a can of beer and joining Jongho in the living room, the can resting on the coffee table. San grabbed a beer and timidly joined them, Jongho getting sandwiched between Gyuri and San.

The three of them were focused on watching the game, but San could see Jongho make side glances at him and Gyuri. Suddenly, Jongho pressed mute and turned to Gyuri to say, “You’re having sex.”

San choked on his spit, but Gyuri remained calm and collected. “Yeah, so?”

“You’re having sex with him,” Jongho pointed to San with his thumb.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jongho.”

San was amazed at how causally she denied their relationship because if Jongho had said that to him, he’s break instantly. “Don’t lie to me,” Jongho stood up and looked at the two sitting on the couch. “I know you are.”

With all of his might, San did his best to act like Jongho’s accusations were far-fetched. He looked at Gyuri, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Her eyes were wide. The two of them didn’t say a word for at least ten seconds. San looked at Jongho again, who was standing with his hands on his hips, a glint in his eye. At that moment, San decided that it wasn’t worth it to continue to deny anything.

“…Who told you?” he asked quietly.

Jongho’s jaw dropped, and San instantly regretted saying what he did— the guy was just messing with him and Gyuri.

“Oh my God! Seriously?!”

“Jongho, what the fuck?!” Gyuri slapped the boys arm.

“I can’t believe you two are actually fu—”

Right at that moment, two things happened. One was that the keypad started beeping, and two was that San covered Jongho’s mouth. San and Gyuri dragged Jongho to his room and shut the door just before whoever was trying to get into the apartment entered. He kept his mouth covered as they tried to figure out who entered the apartment.

“Huh, that’s weird. I thought I heard people talking,” Wooyoung’s distinct voice reached their ears.

Telling Jongho to remain quiet, San pulled out his phone and immediately texted Wooyoung.

PRIVATE MESSAGE: wooah

choosan: woo who’s there rn wooah: me yeosangie and yunhoe wooah: yunho

San nodded, both Jongho and Gyuri understanding exactly what he meant. Slowly, the three of them left Jongho’s room, Gyuri and San both wearing the same look of terror. The three boys who just entered the apartment realized the situation, and they, too, were staring at Jongho in complete and utter horror.

Next thing they knew, the five of them were kneeling before Jongho, who had his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face, his eyebrows knitted together. The five had their heads down as Jongho chewed them out.

“Let me get this straight: San and Gyuri are hooking up, and the three of you and Iseul know?”

“Technically they’re dating,” Yeosang whispered.

“Good God! Can someone tell me why this has been kept a secret for so long?”

“Everyone asks this,” San sighed half to himself and half to the group.

“Iseul tells this story best. Can’t we wait for her?” Gyuri piped up.

“No, we don’t have time. Iseul can only keep Hwa, Joong, and Gi away for so long,” Wooyoung shook his head.

“Spill,” Jongho refused to let up.

After playing a quick, silent game of rock-paper-scissors, it was decided that Yunho would tell the story. He cleared his throat and composed himself before he started taking Jongho through the saga.

“Once upon a time, Gyu had a crush on Hwa, and San had a crush on Iseul, but they were too scared to tell their crushes, so they ended up finding comfort in each other. Then, Bora entered the picture and stole Hwa from Gyu; meanwhile, San and Iseul went on dates—”

“San and Iseul dated?!” Jongho interrupted.

“We only went on three dates because it didn’t really work out,” San explained.

“Moving along now,” Yunho covered San’s mouth. “Gyu and San ended up spending more time together after, and their relationship changed from friends with benefits to two-horny-rabbits-fucking-each-other-all-the-time-because-they-really-like-each-other—”

“Hey, wait, that sounds bad and gross,” his roommate frowned.

“Then maybe you should have told the story.”

“Okay, sorry, keep going.”

“One fine day, Iseul found out and worked with them to keep the relationship quiet. Then, Hwa returned, took Gyu out on this date that we think is a date but can’t be sure is a date, and he confessed to her that he’s liked her since high school—”

“High school?!” Jongho, Wooyoung, and Yeosang chorused; that was the detail San forgot to explain to them. He knew he was forgetting something.

“Huh, we all reacted the same. That’s funny,” Yunho snorted. “But yeah, that confession ended up messing real bad with Gyu’s head which is why she fell off the face of the Earth for two weeks, and then when she came back, they had a wild night that I got the luxury of listening to that night, which is how I found out the next day. After that, they went on that trip together—”

“What?!” this time only Yeosang and Jongho were surprised. Wooyoung had already figured out that detail.

“Yeah, they went to Thailand for winter break.”

“How the fuck did you afford that?” Yeosang asked incredulously.

“Iseul’s family is loaded. Her cousin flew us to her grandmother’s beach house,” Gyuri explained.

“Damn… I should date Iseul…”

“Hello! I’m right here!” Wooyoung smacked the back of Yeosang’s neck; Yeosang chose to ignore him.

“Anyway! They were able to keep the relationship quiet for a little until Wooyoung found out, and then Yeosang found out, and now you, Jongho,” Yunho concluded his story.

Jongho fell onto one of the couches dramatically, the story clearly having a physical toll on him. San wanted to sit next to him and reassure him, but he thought it would be best if someone else did that. Yunho decided to sit on the couch next to him and rub his back as Jongho’s eyes continued to widen.

“Is this what happens when I’m away for games?” he whispered.

“No, but this time, yes,” Yunho answered. Then to Wooyoung and Yeosang he asked, “Oh, wait, how did you two find out about it?”

“I, uh,” Wooyoung coughed.

The room fell silent as they waited for Wooyoung to say something. San prayed that Wooyoung wouldn’t tell the truth because the truth was horrible, and the only other person who knew the truth was Gyuri. If the kid admitted it out loud, then Gyuri would definitely kill him and Wooyoung.

“I saw the nudes she sent him.”

God fucking dammit. San watched the color fade from Gyuri’s face. She stumbled over to the arm chair in the far corner of the living room while grabbing the beer she set on the coffee table earlier. She cradled the beer in her arms as she turned the arm chair away. San felt insanely bad for the girl. He felt something poke his arm and looked to see Wooyoung elbowing him. Under his breath, he asked San, “Is it bad that I want to see them again?”

Rather than answer with words, San put Wooyoung in a headlock. The two fought for a hot second before Jongho said,” Hey, San, I have terms and conditions.”

Terms and conditions? Confused, San let Wooyoung go, the boy in his grasp gasping for air. He stood before Jongho, who was still seated on the couch, but this time he looked like the splitting image of Don Corleone— all he was missing was the suit and the rose.

“I’ll only keep this information quiet if you wait on me hand and foot,” an evil smile spread across Jongho’s face.

“Dammit, I should’ve done that too!” Wooyoung hissed quietly.

“There is no way I’m doing that!” San objected vehemently.

Yet, that’s exactly what San did during the ROD party. When Jongho wanted another drink, he would snap his fingers, and butler San would arrive in an instant with Jongho’s drink of choice. He would clap his hands twice if he wanted San to give him a massage, and he would whistle like he were calling a dog if there was anything else he needed. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Mingi, and Iseul, the four people who were not there to see San’s deal with the devil, watched in confusion as San continued to do this throughout the night.

“Um, why is San Jongho’s monkey butler?” Hongjoong asked to no one in particular.

“He lost a bet,” Jongho replied without missing a beat.

“Damn, that sucks,” Mingi said as he joined the crew in the living room.

The party, also known as San’s hell, ended at two in the morning. He glanced at Gyuri to see her walk out of the apartment with Iseul, his heart slightly dropping because he wasn’t able to make a single move on her all night when she went through all that effort to get him hot and bothered. After most people left, San pulled Jongho aside and practically begged him while whispering to him, “Please, Jongho, no more of this.”

“Relax, I only wanted to harass you tonight. Your secret is safe with me.”

San nodded slowly and barely turned around to leave when he heard Jongho say under his breath, “Probably.” He knew it wouldn’t benefit him to fight the guy, so San just retreated like a dog with his tail between his legs.

When San left the apartment, he sighed heavily. He didn’t know what upset him more: Jongho being evil or missing out on Gyuri. Luckily for him, though, he didn’t have to be upset for too long because when he looked up, he saw Gyuri standing in the doorway of the stairwell, a teasing smirk painted on her face.

“You seem upset,” she said to him when he got closer.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she draped hers on his shoulders. He stuck his head in the nook of her neck and took in all of her sweet scent, his mood already recovering. “I am,” he responded breathily.

“Let me make you feel better,” she whispered in his ear.

Gyuri pulled San into the stairwell and held his hand, leading him to the corner of the stairwell. San cupped her ass and pulled her up, his lips already going for hers. He pinned her against the wall and had one hand stay down while the other went up her shirt toyed with her nipple. Gyuri moaned softly the more San kissed her, prompting him to stop and whisper in her ear, “Not too loud. We don’t want to wake the neighbors up.”

San definitely cheered up as he got his revenge for Gyuri leaving him hot and bothered the whole night.

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spectralsleuth · 10 months

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[YOU KNOW WHAT GUYS I am just SO excited about the upcoming LSoW fic I’m going to be posting. It’s a crossover with another fic series that I’m a huge fan of, and based off what we have written so far I think everyone’s going to like it a lot. I don’t think I’ve been this excited to post in a while!! I'm doing a whole lot of learning as well, @alicat54c is SUCH a good writer and so patient, and their outlines are *chefs kiss*.

I won't spoil too much- I WILL however post a preview! Hopefully we'll have something officially posted by the end of the week, if not next. Here you guys go in the meantime!]

Yoshi was woken up by his phone ringing.

Contrary to how some might think a ninja master would wake up, Hamato Yoshi typically took a good two to three minutes to register the change of darkness from ‘back of his eyelids’ to ‘pitch black bedroom’. Generally in the time it took him to blink blearily and start fumbling for his bedside lamp, whoever called or woke him up was probably trying for a second time to reach him. (If it was important enough. Which, if they’re calling in the middle of the night it generally was.)

The exception to his slow wake up was the sound of little feet on floorboards- which he hadn’t heard in years, more is the shame. One of the turtles having a nightmare and coming to climb into bed with him had become more and more rare, until finally, only once every couple of months did either Orange (twelve and still just as spoiled with cuddles as any youngest child), or more surprisingly Blue climb into bed with him. Sometimes only for a couple of hours. Sometimes only to come in and confirm he was there, before padding almost noiselessly away back to their own rooms.

Yoshi knocked his phone off the bedside table, almost took out the lamp, and muzzily had to cram his arm between the nightstand and his mattress to fish the accusingly vibrating phone from the void it had fallen into. Someone called three times in the time it had taken him to retrieve it, and he felt the first beginnings of nervousness start to stir.

It did the job of waking him up the rest of the way and he flipped the side lamp on, revealing his pill caddy, the small stack of romance novels, and reading glasses neatly arranged in the warm yellow light on his night stand. Surprisingly, he hadn’t swept everything to the floor.

Glasses on, he read the incoming call and felt his heart sink.

April.

As far as Yoshi knew, April was home alone for the night. Her mother was out of town on a news story, and since April was fifteen now she had insisted she was old enough to stay home alone. It was a much shorter walk to school from their basement apartment, and with her journalism club early in the morning before school, she preferred to stay at home during the week rather than bunk with the Hamatos.

But it was- Yoshi checked the time, and flinched. Past midnight on a Friday morning.

Yoshi answered the call, flipping his heavy duvet and sheets back to slide his feet into his slippers as he went. He suspected he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon.

“April? Are you okay?” He asked, voice still raspy with sleep. He moved to his closet as he spoke, shuffling and keeping his voice low in case one of the boys woke up. It was easy enough to navigate using the single lamp, in the sleepy gut tightening space of the early morning reserved only for parents, and emergencies.

“Yoshi oh my god- okay. Yes, yeah, I’m fine but you have to get here right now, there’s a monster in my room-”

Yoshi frowned as he got changed, trying to juggle and keep the phone against his face through the process of putting on a new shirt and coat. It was still storming outside, he noted distantly. He was close enough to the front door of the house that he could make out the hush of wheels on rain slick pavement, and the distant murmur of rain tapping against windows. “What. Monster- April did you watch a scary movie before bed? I know you are all up and grown now, but I really do not think your horror movie habit is good for sleeping-”

“Yoshi I am not Michelangelo, I am a grown woman,” Yoshi frowned doubtfully as she continued. Last week she cried because she’d tried to do liquid eyeliner with Blue and failed. Twice. “And I can watch ‘Bloody Mayhem in Manhattan’ as many times as I want-”

“Yes, yes all right, calm down, I am sorry-”

“Not yet, but you’re gonna be when this little alien comes out from under my bed and eats me.” April had a faint note of hysteria in her voice, but she was keeping calm and quiet, as if worried about making a racket. From the sound of things she had the phone cradled close to her face, in her shoulder, gusts of breath sounding from her nose that otherwise wouldn’t be audible if she was holding it correctly. Yoshi could picture her with her baseball bat in the dark hallway of the O’Neil’s apartment, in a sleeping cap, and one of Raph’s old shirts. “Yoshi you gotta get here. I don’t know what to do- what if they’re hurt?”

“The alien?”

“No Yoshi, the postman- yes the alien! Or, I don’t know. Creature? I think they took my window screen off, I thought I heard a noise from the bathroom, so. They must have been, I don’t know scared why else would they come in and hide under my bed this is a nightmare-”

“April it is alright. If they are in your room, just leave the door shut and I will be there soon. Okay? I am bringing Red with me-”

“Oh good.” April breathed, with an offensive amount of relief in Yoshi’s opinion.

“And we will take care of it.” Yoshi didn’t know what they would do; probably collect the creatures in a box, and deliver them to animal control? If they were just raccoons or rats, perhaps let Red collect them and release them outside. Although Yoshi felt a twinge of guilt, noting the roar of the rain outside, and the distant rumble of thunder.

“Be there soon.” Yoshi hung up, and- haphazardly dressed- went to collect Red.

His eldest’s room was on the second floor, closest to the stairs before Orange’s. As soon as Yoshi’s feet went onto the hardwood floor in front of Red’s room, he heard the slight shift of movement from inside, the inevitable creaking groan of Red’s custom bed frame as he was woken.

“Red?” Yoshi whispered without entering, placing the top of his head against the door. He heard an answering grunt from inside, so similar to a crocodile rumble. He remembered when they were so little, and cute. Ah… Times gone past. “I need your help with something.”

“Dad?” Red came to the door after a moment of shuffling, and cracked it open. He blinked down at Yoshi, yawning a jaw cracking yawn. “Wha- sure, I mean, whaddya need Pops?”

“April needs us to come over- put something on, quick.”

“Is she okay?” Red asked, already moving to put clothes on, slightly more awake and growing more so by the moment. He left his door open, walking carefully to keep from waking Mikey down the hall as he went to his closet to go fishing for a shirt. “Is Carol okay?”

“They are both fine, she just. Ah, has an unexpected houseguest.” Yoshi leaned against the door, keys in hands and arms crossed. “I will leave a note for your brothers, but we do not need to wake them for this, I am sure it is just raccoons, or a rat-”

“Love being woken up for a rat…” Red grumbled, not seeming too bothered. He finished putting a coat over his sweater, still in the same soft sweatpants he wore to bed every night. “Alright, let’s go. I’m never letting April live this one down.”

#LSoW #rottmnt #EiL #empathy is learned #my fic #writing #tmntau

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Inukag: Shinto wedding

This is a entry for @inukagfluffweek event Inukag fluff week 2023 day 6: Wedding Day, and I'm doing a Shinto wedding, like I did for my entry for Miphlink week 2023. I also give a reference that Shinto weddings are actually a thing created during the 20th century.

Kagome take a deep breath while the maids help her put on the multiple kimono for this special ceremony. Just days after her return to the feudal era, Kagome has agreed to be Inuyasha's wife. However, when she suggested a Shinto wedding, she was shocked that none of her friends never hear of it, with Sango and Miroku just having a wedding in which Kaede bless their union. Kagome would soon remember that the Shinto wedding was actually a modern time celebration, so she has to tell them much she can about it. Once they understand parts of it, her friends agree to hold the wedding of her choice.

When Kagome join Inuyasha, she is wearing a white kimono with a hood over her head. Inuyasha was at lost of words when he see Kagome in her dress, as it was like she was a angel. Kagome ask Inuyasha, "Ready?" and, taking her by the arms, he reply, "Ready."

The two step outside where their friends Sango, her and Miroku kids Kin'u, Gyokuto, and baby Hisui, Shippo, Kirara, Kaede, Kohaku, and Rin were waiting. The couple walk to the wedding altar where Miroku was waiting. As a monk, he offer to help Inuyasha and Kagome with the ceremony, even if Inuyasha feel Kaede was the one to do the task.

Miroku begins the ceremony with a speech, "Friends, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Inuyasha and Kagome Higurashi. It's certainly take some time for both of them, given Inuyasha's attitude and pride. I'm actually surprised Kagome managed to make Inuyasha agree on their wedding." which made Inuyasha to give a death glade as he said, "What was that, Miroku?" Miroku nervous laugh, "I was just kidding, Inuyasha. I was just kidding." and he got back to the speech, "We also must give thanks to the benevolent spirits for bringing these two together."

Soon, sake is pour into three cups on the altar and Miroku said, "Now, they should drink the sake to symbol their future as a happy father, a happy mother, and a child that would be born into their blessed life." Inuyasha drink the first cup and then hand it to Kagome, whose drink from it. Next, Kagome then drink from the second cup and hand it to Inuyasha to drink it. Finally, the final cup is given to Inuyasha, whose drink it, and he then handed it to Kagome, whose drink from it.

As the cups are taken away by Hachiemon, Miroku put evergreen on the altar and said with a prayer, "Kami and spirits, we place this evergreen to reflect our gratitude of your blessing their union. It is with your powers and blessings, as well that of the Budda, that Inuyasha and Kagome come together as one."

Silver rings are lay on the altar and Miroku said, "You may now exchange the rings and make your wedding vows." Inuyasha put the wedding rings on Kagome's ringer as he said, "I, Inuyasha, take thee, Kagome Higurashi, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, no mater what dare what taken us apart; and thereto I pledge thee my faith." Soon, it was Kagome's turn to make her vows as she put the wedding ring on Inuyasha's finger, "I, Kagome Higurashi, take thee, Inuyasha, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part, as destiny said it was to be; and thereto I pledge thee my faith."

After they said their wedding vows, Miroku said, "With the blessing of the Budda, they are now husband and wife." and whisper to Inuyasha, "This is the part you can kiss Kagome now, Inuyasha." Without even having to be told twice, the two happily kiss each other and everyone clap. Breaking off from their kiss that finished their wedding, Inuyasha can see Kagome is happy to be with him after three years, and he feel the same thing. As they head to the celebration feast, Inuyasha noticed his half brother Sesshomaru watching them from a distance before he take his leave. Inuyasha is glad that Sesshomaru atleast took the time to see him and Kagome happy moment.

#inukag #inukagfluffweek #inukagfluffweek2023

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usermischief · 2 years

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♝Pairing: Stisaac ♝Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski ♝Tags: getting together, pining, first kiss ♝Words: 1212 ♝ Prompt: drunk and happy + “You just… feel really good. Soft and warm…” (for @amatchinwater) ♝ Mini Fic Roulette: 29/∞

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Laughing and stumbling over his own feet, Stiles follows Isaac up the slippery path back to their cabin. They probably should’ve listened to the weather forecast informing everyone in the region — quite adamantly, one might add — that saying inside is very much recommended after ten pm. They wouldn’t be running through a thunderstorm in the middle of the woods while being inebriated; something that makes the running part a lot harder than usual.

Isaac catches him around the waist, pulling him close. The werewolf laughs too, even though he’s pressing a finger to his lips. It’s already pretty late, and judging by the darkness of the lodge, everyone has gone to sleep. They’re going back home tomorrow, after all. Fucking boring.

Stiles follows Isaac up the stairs, covering his mouth to stifle his laugh.

Shaking his head, Isaac opens the door. He takes one step inside and slips on the polished flooring. This time, Stiles has to catch the werewolf, causing them both to giggle all over again. If the thunderstorm hasn’t woken the others up already, Isaac and Stiles should be good. Hopefully. Stiles so does not need to have a repetition of Lydia trying to convince him, with Jackson’s questionable assistance, that Isaac does have a crush on him just as much as Stiles does.

Which is ridiculous. Allison is Isaac’s type, and she’s very different not like Stiles at all. They’re not in the same league, fuck they probably aren’t even near each other’s league. Still, her whole speech about Isaac almost snapping his neck to look just because Stiles laughed… it gave him hope — and he did see Isaac looking at him tonight. But that’s probably because they’re the only singles on this couple’s retreat. That’s also why they share a room.

And a bed.

Stiles scrunches up his face. That’s quite the sobering thought. What was he thinking about getting drunk when sleeping in the same bed as Isaac? He’s such an idiot.

“Come on,” Isaac whispers, shutting the door behind them, then he grabs Stiles’ hand — he grabs his hand — and pulls him along and up the stairs. “We should probably dry up,” he mutters, pushing Stiles in the direction of the bathroom. “Grab some towels. I’ll deal with the fireplace.” The fireplace.

Stiles still cannot believe They’d go to Jackson’s family’s lodge on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, where they have three bedrooms, of which every single one’s got a fireplace and an en-suite bathroom. The place also has two pools, one inside, and one outside. There’s also a private lake. It’s absolutely insane. All this space and Stiles still has to share a bed with his worst crush since Lydia.

He grabs two towels and returns to their bedroom, finding Isaac still working on the fireplace. Stiles hasn’t really noticed how cold it is now that the thunderstorm is basically right on top of them. Stiles doesn’t mind either. The air was humid, and Isaac lacking his shirt for the most part of the day turned out to be severely distracting.

Stiles runs one of the towels over his hair and face, watching Isaac work on getting the fire started. There’s something oddly intriguing about the concentration on his face and the way his arms and shoulders move. He’s probably staring. No, he knows he’s staring, and he can’t bring himself to look away.

Naturally, Isaac catches him in the act. Something in his expression changes for all but the flicker of a second. He smiles and pats the ground next to him.

Sure, part of Stiles knew better than to put himself in a rather intimate situation. It’s easy to argue that nothing’s more intimate than sleeping in the same bed, however, sitting in front of a fireplace is on an entirely different level. Not that his dick or heart gives a single shit about being reasonable. The false confidence instilled by alcohol doesn’t work in his favor either. So, against better judgment, he tiptoes towards the fireplace and holds a towel out for Isaac.

The werewolf pokes the starting fire a few times before grabbing it and standing up again. “You should probably get rid of your wet clothes.”

Licking his lips, Stiles nods slowly. “Yeah, probably.” He doesn’t move immediately, but at least he manages to look away from Isaac. Progress.

Isaac pats his lower back — a touch that sends Stiles almost spiraling — and steps towards the bed. “Come on. Undress.”

Heat shoots into his cheeks, and it’s not coming from the crackling fire. Not even a little bit. Stiles laughs like an idiot, nervous energy rolling around in his stomach, but eventually, he manages to remove himself from the touch — not without falling over his own fucking bag. Screeching, Stiles flails his arms. The towel goes flying, and so does any semblance of balance or control over his body.

Isaac catches him around the waist, and Stiles finds himself suddenly very close to the werewolf. It’s like pressing up against a full-body heating pad. With a heartbeat. A very fast heartbeat. Or maybe it’s his own heart causing utter mayhem in his body. Stiles doesn’t know. He can’t tell because all he can think about is the arm around his waist and the way Isaac’s grip on his hip tightens ever so slightly.

Hot breath makes him shudder.

“Stiles,” Isaac says in a very low voice.

He probably should have attempted to move by now. But his legs are jelly, and all Stiles does instead is lean back against the taller boy.

Again, Isaac says, “Stiles.” He doesn’t stop holding onto him.

“Sorry.” Stiles giggles, not entirely sure what to do with his hands. “You just… feel really good,” he whispers then and presses his hands to his face. “Soft and warm…” Finally, Stiles realizes what he’s saying and bites his bottom lip.

Hard.

“Stiles,” Isaac whispers for the third time, and he takes a very audible breath before he continues, “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, but—“

“Ruin it.” The words are out of his mouth before Stiles can process what Isaac could potentially be going to say.

But he doesn’t have much time to think about that either.

Without further hesitation, Isaac spins Stiles around. His hands find his jaw, cupping it gently — then his mouth is on his, kissing him hard. The sound he makes in the back of his throat vibrates through Stiles’ whole body in a way nothing else ever did in his whole fucking life.

Stiles grabs Isaac’s wet shirt and pulls him closer, parting his lips with a groan. He’s walking backward, or rather, stumbling until his back hits a wall, Isaac pressing against him immediately.

“We should probably stop,” the werewolf mumbles between kisses while slipping his leg between Stiles’ thighs.

“Yeah,” Stiles moans, curling a hand around the nape of Isaac’s neck to keep him close. “We probably should.” And continue this once they are sober. This is a very terrible decision to make while intoxicated.

Isaac kisses him again, tongue slipping past Stiles’ lips — and Stiles couldn’t care less about waiting until they’re sober. He’s wanted this for so much longer than he’s ready to admit. They can deal with consequences whenever they might arrive.

Hopefully, they won’t.

#stisaac #isaac lahey #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #stiles x isaac #isaac x stiles #minificroulette #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:stisaac

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 2 years

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Number 2 for the baby prompts! ❤️

Are you sure?

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Category: fluff

Rating: G

Summary: Ethan suspects that Casey is pregnant with their second child and Casey disagrees.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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It was July and Casey had been feeling a little off for a week now. Work had been busy, Hudson had turned three and had a big party as well as the usual summer parties to attend. She had noted that her cycle was again all over the place, things were never great when she had the IUD and despite being without it now for six months, her cycle had still not settled and it was infuriating.

On this day though she was feeling rather off. Putting it down to heat she had a glass of water before she had her coffee. It did not taste any different but she was barely half way through before she felt nauseous as all hell and made her way to the sink to throw up. Ethan was concerned. The only time Casey was sick from drinking coffee was when she was pregnant.

“Are you sure you are not pregnant” he asked, rubbing circles on her back while the wave of nausea passed.

“No Ethan, my body is just too all over the place to even consider it, must be the heat coupled with how busy we have been.”

Ethan however was not convinced, he had suspected for a few weeks now but Casey bringing up coffee, that was a giveaway. A second child would be a surprise yes, but not an unwelcome one and if he was right then it would be their last as he was booked in for a vasectomy the next day. He did convince Casey to have a full blood test, to rule it out and see if there was something else at play that could be causing her to be unwell and Casey agreed.

The results came in later that day and Ethan met Casey in the DT office. They opened the folder and Casey nearly collapsed in shock. She was estimated to be 7 weeks along. Ethan contained the “I told you so” instead kissing her on the side of the head. Casey instead felt like ab idiot for missing it but was relieved they knew what was happening. She made an appointment then to see Dr Watson and start on this unexpected journey.

Authors note: and now we are pregnant with who will become Alexis. Thank you @jamespotterthefirst for the prompt.

Tagging: @jamespotterthefirst @jerzwriter @genevievemd @potionsprefect @ofmischiefandmedicine @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985 @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @liaromancewriter

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

#open heart #ethan ramsey #pregnancy #prompt #choices fanfic writers creations #casey valentine #asked and answered

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slautertm · 7 days

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{[ @beaniestm continued from HERE ]}

three days. emma had been a good sport about all of this for three days. no, she had been fucking deranged. five months ago, she and ted had broken up, and neither had told his family. so, instead of dissociating like she was planning to do, here she was, playing happy couple with ted so they didn't completely implode pete and steph's wedding weekend. but she was losing her goddamn mind with every kiss and touch that she was having to put herself through. she was angry, but she . . . fuck, she missed him. she had known that this was a mistake the second he had slammed the door, but it had been too late. and now? now, they were acting like nothing was wrong. and a comment from dick at dinner had been enough to send emma spiraling. can't wait to see what you two kiddos come up with for your big day. ted had passed it off with a boisterous laugh that had cut right through her while she played up her own quieter laugh. she had focused on her maid of honor duties throughout the rest of the rehearsal dinner at that point, which included sending everyone off to their rooms before she knocked back the rest of her flute of champagne . . . and the leftovers in ted's. the patio had cleared out with the guests, and emma found the crushing weight of the weekend falling on her shoulders and right into one of the seats, a bottle of champagne sitting opened next to the flute she had been drinking from. her fingers were loosely wrapped around the stem of the flute on the table while the other hand was holding up her pounding forehead. two days. she had to just get through the ceremony and the reception. then, she had to get through the sunday brunch before everyone would be on their merry ways. then, she could be single and away from all of this . . . and maybe then everyone could know the truth. she jumped when she felt a hand on her arm, and when she lifted her head, @slautertm's concerned face came into view through the blurry edges of her vision, both from the alcohol and the tears that were burning in them. shit, when did those develop? " h - hey! " she greeted with a small, tight smile, trying her best to throw back on the 'everything's fine!' bullshit filter. " you, ma'am, are supposed to be at a sleepover with your girlfriends or trying to break the rules and spend the night before your wedding with pete, remember? what're you doing down here? "

never in her life did steph imagine she would ever be getting married, but she never could have thought that she would have found one peter spankoffski and feel perhaps far too quickly. secretly, even if she would not have used the word marriage or anything similar, something like that has been on her mind before the question had been asked and very quickly leapt into planning, and even quicker had the idea to get the fuck out of hatchetfield for the occasion- steph hadn’t really ever properly left after all, what could possibly be a better time than to do it now with friends and family in celebration?

things have been busy as fuck and seemingly getting busier and busier as the time ticks closer and closer to the wedding, but steph has been trying her very best to keep her eyes on everyone to make sure that everyone is is hanging in there and doing alright, that the heat wasn’t getting to anyone or they weren’t too stressed out or overwhelmed or anything like that. from her bridal party, to her in-laws to be, of course above all pete, she was trying to make sure even beyond shit getting done that people were having a good time. for the most part, everyone seemed to be, but a certain moment from the rehearsal dinner. steph, however, was ready to tuck that away until later when things weren’t busy as shit, but the minute she spotted emma, it replayed in her mind as steph quickened her approach to try and check in on the other.

“ oh i was. it got crashed, and not in a fun mamma mia by my husband and his bachelor party but by grace chasity who insisted on doing a movie night. needless to say ruth is handling it, showing our friend the rocky horror picture show and recording her reaction as we speak. whether or not she did it so i could sneak out or is too distracted practically putting the whole thing on to notice i ditched, i couldn’t tell you but here i am. ” steph offered the other a small, comforting smile before moving her hand and instead moving to sit in a chair next to emma, looking out for a minute and breathing in the night air as she sobers.

“ …i needed a minute. and some air. maybe some of what you were drinking. i’m glad im not alone though. ” both for her own sake and emma’s, at least she hopes, her mind filling with concern once again for her maid of honor, turning to look at her with a kind smile, but not hiding the concern in her eyes. “ talk to me. are you okay, emma? ” fuck the bachelorette party. fuck everything else. she was concerned for emma and emma alone right here.

#what if i tossed this right back your way.#{ EMMA. | BEANIESTM }#{ INTERACTIONS }

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rblackdeco · 4 months

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Make a (boy)friend out of you

— pairings: poly!marauders x reader

— a/n: i wanted to write them for so long!! this came to me in a dream so i hope it makes sense lol

— warnings: reader and prongsfoot are (more) established as dating in this fic, remus is their new hot neighbour and reader doesn't know him yet, but her boys do!, kinda implied open relationship

They intended to tell you, at first. Only the moment never seemed to arrive, and back then, he was just your hot neighbour Remus. Now, he was Remy, and he had a hairband with adorable animal ears tucking his hair back from his face, and a face mask on. Now, he was Remy, eating your homemade cookies in the sofa as you pretty much rented his ear away.

Now it was too late, and they were fucked.

When James opens the door he thinks you're talking to yourself, or a friend over the phone, once the three of you established pretty early in your relationship that friday nights were yours only. He does not expect however to find Remus sipping on his tea in one of your mugs and chuckling at you.

He thinks Remus is lucky he didn't dropped all his errands right on the floor.

Sirius comes in equally shocked a second later, only he's verbal about it. You turn your head as you hear his voice, beaming to greet them at the door.

"What is this?" Sirius' tone is dramatic, but you know he doesn't mean anything by it. You place a kiss on his cheek, taking some of his bags from his hands and going to James' next.

James looks like he just saw a ghost, he's just standing halfway through the doorway, pale as one, eyes pierced at your new friend.

Apparently he missed a lot.

You hug him, pulling back when he doesn't hug you back. "Jamie..." You call, no response. Judging his own bags must be heavy, you call on Remus, and he comes to your aid.

You're pretty sure James comes to his senses the minute he sees Remus get up.

"Love, a word?" He's gentle about it, and you nod, following him through the door. Once you (and Sirius) sneak past it, James looks at you, trying to get over his own confusion. "Remus?"

You suddenly understand, chuckling at their reactions. "Yeah, Jamie, Remus... Good to know you remember his name, actually, because now you can apologize for whatever shit that reaction was."

Sirius clears his throat. "Sorry, we're just a bit confused... When did you two become friends?"

"A couple weeks ago? I left work early, and we ran out of sugar, so I knocked on his door. That's how I made those cookies." You explain, and Sirius indeed remembers eating cookies that tasted funky.

"You getting along with him well, huh?" James asks, the soft smile back on his lips, easing your worries.

"Yeah... You would too, he's an amazing baker! Oh, and he read like, most books in my shelf so you two don't have to hear me yapping all the time!" You say, smiling. They never said they mind you talking about your books, but you're still happy you made a friend you can actually have a two sided conversation with.

"We don't mind you yapping, love." James reinforces, seemingly calmer now, and he dips his head, pushing the door back so all of you can go back inside. "Sorry about the reaction, just got us surprised." He steals a glance from Sirius as turn your back on them, and he knows what's in his mind. They needed to tell you, and fast.

Before you enter, you look at him one last time. "And he's a good kisser too."

#marauders #marauders fic #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #marauders fluff #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders imagine #rblackdeco writes — ★

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totallyuseless-ugh · 2 years

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Dead Mice and Wedding Rings

Chapter Four: It’s not stealing if you return it after

Darnell’s visit at his family home was a great help for CJ. Not only did they finally figure out where to propose now, but also that they had free reign over finding the ring for it. Sure, there was still more planning left to do, but it was still a lot better than how overwhelming it all had felt at first.

It’s gotten easier for CJ to relax since then. And even better, Marie had told her older sibling recently that her problems at school were finally dying down. Things were finally getting better again.

CJ decided it was best for both themself and Darnell to spend their next day off work together. Not just on the couch, but actually going out. Thus, the couple spent that day out in Hennistal.

Not only did they finally go outside of their home just for fun again after a long while, but it was also very convenient for CJ that they were wandering around the shopping area of the town. Every time Darnell stopped to look at something through the shop windows, when he checked out something in a store, CJ took note of it, just in case they could use this information at some point.

Before the couple got to the cafe they wanted to eat at though, they came across one more store. The jeweller.

They didn’t go inside but still stopped to swoon over all the jewellery until the price tag killed any fantasy of ever possessing it.

A beautiful selection of earrings, necklaces, and many other accessories was laid out for any passerby to look at. And of course, a fair bit of this selection also consisted of rings. Some more subtle and petite, others practically begging for attention with their many large and colourful stones.

Darnell was looking at everything that caught his eyes. It was hard to figure out just by watching him which of these rings had managed to get most of his attention.

“See anything you like?” CJ eventually spoke up as they looked over his shoulder into the display.

Darnell took a second to take his eyes off the ring and focus on his partner. He shrugged a little with a smile, half glancing back at the rings he’s been eyeing. “Sort of. I mean, they all look nice. But I don’t think I’d want to buy any of these,” he vaguely gestured at all of the high end rings with the shiny gems and decorations. “As nice as they look, they’re too expensive for me to wear them like, maybe three times a year max.”

“That makes sense of course,” CJ murmured a little in thought. It was actually a bit of a relief that Darnell wasn’t the type for extravagant jewellery. That not only makes it easier to decide on a ring, but also wouldn’t make their wallet bleed all too much once they’d make a decision.

“What about you though? Seen anything interesting here for yourself?”

Out of all the things CJ would’ve expected of their boyfriend to say, they were not prepared to be asked the same question in return. “Oh, uhm..” they scratched the back of their neck and chuckled a little. “Not really. That’s not really the stuff I’m into when it comes to body accessories, y’know?”

Darnell looked at his partner as if to remind himself of their sense of fashion. CJ’s purple mullet hung in light waves from their head, giving a clear view of their septum, bridge and lower lip piercings. It did, however hide the relatively new eyebrow piercing over their right eye and the several ear piercings, both old and new.

Yes, he had to agree with CJ. They really didn’t look like the type of person to wear the kind of jewellery that was laid out in the display window. And Darnell loved them not in spite of, but because of this.

Because they weren’t like everyone else. Because they stood out. Because they were unapologetically themself all the time.

Because they were CJ.

He nodded in response to their words, chuckling a little as he leaned in close to give them a kiss. “I can tell, CeeBee. You don’t look like the type that enjoys spending money at such a place.”

“Correction, I’m not the type that enjoys spending money, period.”

Darnell couldn’t help but laugh, gently hitting CJ’s shoulder as he motioned for them to finally leave the jeweller display windows. “Bold words from someone who has to get their guitar repaired at least every month.”

“I’m supporting a local business though!” they tried to defend their monthly cost of repair fees with a soft laugh being obvious in their voice.

It didn’t matter where CJ was or what they were doing. All they could think about was making plans for the proposal.

At work, they always rested their head on their hand and daydreamed like they had been cast to play the most cliche character in love for a movie. That is, if they weren’t filling out forms in the back of the pharmacy, doodling hearts all over the margins to the point that the paper couldn’t be processed anymore and they had to fill out a new one.

In band practice, Egeith had to snap his fingers at them every time the group wanted to start playing, or else CJ would just quietly strum one of their guitar’s strings and zone out. Writing new songs was not even worth thinking about. Nothing that they got down on paper was decipherable, not a single coherent thought could be found that the band could work with.

Even visiting their family wasn’t the same anymore. Joane could talk for hours without noticing that her oldest child wasn’t paying attention, but that was nothing new. Marie and Henry however weren’t a fan of CJ’s behaviour at all. No matter what either of them said or did, it couldn’t get their attention for longer than a minute. And when asked what was going on, all they’d say was “Just having a good time lately.”

The only person that could keep them focused for longer, aside from Darnell, was Karen.

As soon as CJ had a day off on which their boyfriend had another morning shift, they already had their next visit scheduled with Mrs Hodge. As they stood at the front door, their hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment before finally getting it open and walking in.

“I’m back,” CJ called through the house, wondering where they would find Karen this time. They wander through the hallway aimlessly for a moment and peek into every room that didn’t have its door closed, but Karen was nowhere to be found.

That was until she suddenly opened the bedroom door and walked up to CJ with a wide grin. “CJ! How’s my darling doing,” she quickly pulled them into a tight hug before they had a chance to answer.

“Ah- ‘m fine, just.. a bit preoccupied lately.”

“Of course you are, you have to plan a very special event after all!”

It was nice to know that at least someone was understanding of why they were so distracted lately.

Karen eventually let go of CJ again, still smiling excitedly. “So, how are the plans coming along? Any interesting updates?” She asked while leading over into the living room to sit down together on the large couch.

“Well I do have a few ideas, but as of lately, I’m honestly more worried about the ring than anything else,” CJ thought back to their day out with Darnell. The large selection was overwhelming, even after all the extravagant and too expensive ones had been eliminated. “I mean, it’s a tad easier to choose now, but there are still so many options and things to consider.”

“For example?”

“How wide should the ring be, what material, should it be engraved, and the biggest problem of all, I have no idea what ring size Darnell has.”

Karen just giggled as she heard CJ complain, leaving them very confused and staring at her almost in disbelief. But even when Karen saw their unamused face did that not stop her from still grinning and giggling for another minute.

“Oh darling, you’re really overthinking this too much,” she eventually told them as her hand lightly patted at their thigh that has been bouncing nervously for a while already.

“Am I really though?” CJ still wasn’t a fan of how everyone around them made it sound so easy, how they dismissed their anxieties almost completely all the time.

This time, Karen took a moment before she verbally responded. She only nodded at them briefly as she wandered off in her mind for a few seconds, “Really, it’ll be fine. Darnell said he had no preference for his ring, remember? Then just go ahead and buy him a ring that you want to see him with, what you think will look great on him. After all, you want to marry him, not anyone else.”

Her words certainly did something to CJ, though they didn’t know themself what it was exactly. And before they could even open their mouth to say something cut Karen them off quickly, “And it doesn’t matter if the ring you get is too small or too big. You can always get it readjusted or in a different size later.”

All the time CJ had spent worrying about all those things suddenly felt stupidly wasted. The answer had been so easy, and yet they hadn’t even considered this possibility even once. Maybe they should come over more often, just so Karen could keep their unnecessary overthinking at a low level.

They eventually smile at her as a light chuckle sounded from them. “Thank you. You’re an amazing help.”

“Anytime, darling.”

Karen’s advice had been helpful for calming CJ’s nerves. But instead of simply guessing Darnell’s ring size and going to the next jeweller as soon as they got the time for it, they instead came up with the perfect plan as to how they could get the needed information anyway.

Shortly after the visit had they searched through the internet to get some ideas on what ring to get. And during their research had they come upon something very interesting, adjustable rings.

They searched for some simple, nice looking designs and eventually ordered it, gifting it to Darnell. It wasn’t unusual for them to give gifts to him out of nowhere, it’s always been a thing they’ve done. Whenever they’d see something that reminded them of someone special in their life, they would either take it with them or take a picture and then give or show it to that person. Thus Darnell didn’t think much of it and just appreciated the gesture from his partner.

CJ knew exactly that he wasn’t going to wear this ring on just any finger though. Darnell always wore the ring on his ring finger when he got up in the morning and put it on the nightstand before bed.

After waiting a few days to make sure the ring had been set to the right size, CJ got up early in the morning to steal it before Darnell woke up. Well, it wasn’t actual stealing, CJ was going to return it to Darnell after all. But first, it had to serve its actual purpose. They left a quick note in the kitchen telling him that they were out grocery shopping before getting dressed and quickly leaving the apartment.

They didn’t even get to the jeweller before receiving a message from Darnell asking if CJ had any idea where his ring might be. It was a bit nauseating for them having to lie to Darnell a second time, but they knew there was no other way.

Thanks to all the planning they had made previous to the trip to the jeweller, CJ didn’t take long to find what they wanted. The woman helping them behind the counter had laughed about how sweet she found the effort CJ had put in on top of just bringing any of his rings to get his correct size right away. She didn’t know that Darnell didn’t own any rings besides the one she was measuring that very moment.

About an hour later, CJ returned to pure chaos. Darnell was searching every corner to find his ring again and was so focused on it that he just barely acknowledged CJ’s return with a quick wave before continuing his search.

CJ just chuckled and put down the bags of groceries in the kitchen for now. Usually, they would sort them into their respective places right away, but they had to make use of this moment that Darnell was busy and unable to pay attention to them.

Thus, CJ quickly went into the bedroom and opened the shelf underneath Radoth’s terrarium. It was cluttered with old decorative objects, books on snake care, repurposed canisters, and opened medicine packets that only were used once for her few infections. This was the perfect place for hiding something.

They searched through the shelf for an empty can, then took out a small box with the ring from their pocket which they had bought earlier. CJ took a moment to look at it just once more before having to put it away for an unknown length of time.

The ring they had settled for was fairly simple. It was broad and golden, no diamond or other shiny stone begging for attention. Only a single detail was distinguishing it from any other ring like it, the engraving on the outside. “8/7/22″, the date they officially became a couple.

Once it was safely put away, CJ got up again after closing the shelf doors. They smile at the snake in her glass enclosure. She had noticed the rattling underneath her and was curious of what CJ was up to. “You gotta keep this safe for me,” they whisper to her with a quiet chuckle.

As they return to the open living room, Darnell had begun to throw all the couch cushions to the floor in hopes of finding the lost item. CJ watched him for a second longer. It was adorable and somewhat heartwarming to see him desperately trying to find a simple ring they had gifted him just a while ago.

But they didn’t want to torture him much longer, and also not risk having the entire apartment torn into pieces at some point. They dug out the borrowed ring from their pocket, holding it up between their fingers as they spoke up, “I’m assuming you were looking for this?”

Darnell at first looked over at them with a mix of frustration and exhaustion, but any trace of it disappeared from his face immediately at the sight of the missing item. He practically jumped to his feet and ran over to clasp his hands over theirs as if he was scared of it getting lost again and kissed CJ all over, making them laugh through every little kiss.

“Where did you find it?” Darnell asked with wide eyes before taking the ring into his hand to focus on it instead.

“Under the nightstand, must’ve fallen off at night.”

Darnell sighed in relief as he played around with it between his fingers. He didn’t want to put it on in front of CJ. While Darnell didn’t hide that he was wearing it on his ring finger, it felt a bit weird putting it on there in front of them. He was scared of upsetting CJ with the implication of wanting to marry them someday, the wordless mention of a topic they had kept quiet about all those years.

Oh if only Darnell knew.

CJ soon noticed the hesitation, how he was clearly waiting for something. They leaned down to give them another kiss and smiled as they pulled apart again. “I’ll put away the groceries, and then I can help you tidying up this place. Sounds good?”

The mention of the messy apartment reminded Darnell of the chaos he was responsible for. He chuckled a bit in embarrassment and nodded, “Sure, don’t take too long though.”

“Of course, I’ll hurry. Just for you,” CJ grinned at him, and Darnell grinned right back at them.

#CJ #Darnell #dead mice and wedding rings #chapter four #we are out of beta #we are releasing on time #im never gonna get a beta im in this too deep already #also shoutout to thore for another great beta joke you fucking legend

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