#to spare the class i will not share the rest of my thoughts

[kenonade]

im developing issues

[rinhaler]

Not me being an absolute slut for step dad Gojo and Uncle Nanami!?!? 😩 sharing is caring!

-Very Much Embarrassed Anon🫂

PERHAPS i got carried away but i hope u enjoy this !! luxe write something under 1k challenge: impossible x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, step/incest, fem!reader, step dad!gojo, uncle!nanamin, implied virgin!reader, threesome, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, possessive!gojo, daddy kink, praise, pull out method, orgasm denial, noncon photo taking, slight oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking.

words: 2.7k

“You know you’re too young for boys, right?” your step-father reminds you, like it’s a mantra he’s told you again and again for years. It isn’t a suggestion or a thought he’s choosing to share. It’s an instruction. “I don’t want you to think because you’re all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.”

“I- I know, Satoru.” you smile at him.

Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dad’s brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.

“I know you’re a good girl, sweetheart.” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanami’s eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.

He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.

His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldn’t pry. He knows he shouldn’t pry. But he can’t seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.

“What did I just say?” he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at arm’s length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.

“He was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You don’t need to worry…” you tell him. Of course this would happen. He’s always been stupidly over protective.

“Well you don’t, do you? That’s what I’m here for. Hell, I’m sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.” Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. “In fact, you’re grounded. I’m keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.”

“But—!”

“Don’t whine, I’ll write you a note.” he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. “Go upstairs.”

You huff, but grab your bag and do as you’re told. It’s not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood he’s in you suppose you’ll have to be stealthy about it.

“You’re too harsh on her.” Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. “She’s curious, you can’t do anything about that. It’s not like she’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Tch. Spare me.” he laughs lightly. “You think I don’t know why you’re here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.”

And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanami’s face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known he’d always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?

“I haven’t…” he clears his throat. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “If I’m bein’ honest… I don’t really care. Who am I to stop you? I’m not blood… like you. Sick fuck.” he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanami’s panic-stricken eyes.

Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. It’s not like he’s concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. He’s tolerated him, sure, but he’s a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.

“I don’t like this either.” he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. “But she doesn’t respect you, Satoru. She doesn’t even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isn’t going to listen to you. Not really.”

“But…” he leans over the table with a smug grin. “She respects you, doesn’t she? Her favourite uncle. I don’t like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I don’t want her around that.”

“No… maybe she won’t go searching for it if she’s better educated.”

Gojo’s brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.

“Who knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?” Gojo laughs, picking up Nanami’s coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.

You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.

“Come in!” you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be like that…” Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. “We need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.” he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.

And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How he’s just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How he’s your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.

“I know you’re a woman now, sweetheart, but you’re still daddy’s little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.”

“He- with what?” you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesn’t speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But it’s like he can’t bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. “With what?” you ask again.

 “Well, Nanami said you’re curious. So he’s been fucking you, right?”

“No!” you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?

“I told you, I haven’t slept with her. Don’t tease her or you’ll make things worse.” Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. “But you are curious, aren’t you? You’re getting attention from boys and you’re enjoying it, clearly. They aren’t good for you though, princess. They don’t know how to treat girls right.”

You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.

“Boys that age, sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re doing. Do you touch yourself? ‘m sure you do, I’m not naïve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys don’t care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.” Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.

“Satoru…” you respond, bashfully.

“No.” he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but there’s no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. “I’m your dad like he is your uncle. I’m not Satoru. Who am I?” he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.

“D-Daddy… you’re daddy. ‘m sorry.” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. “Hng—!”

“Gooood girl.” he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. “I slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?”

“Mhmm…” you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.

It’s sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who you’re actually in the company of. But Nanami doesn’t want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until they’re both puckered and raw.

“Sit her up, and sit behind her.” Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. You’re moved like you’re weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. “Do not tell your mother about this, understand?”

You nod, obediently. You wouldn’t dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately he’d longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now it’s closer to an angry shade of red.

He really is desperate.

You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.

“Fuuuuck, you weren’t lyin’. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?” Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. “Relax, baby. Clampin’ so much you’re gonna push me out.” he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.

“D-Daddy!” you gasp, back arching against Nanami’s chest before he pulls you back towards him.

“We’re so proud of you, princess.” Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he can’t really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. “Why don’t you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?”

“Oh? Now that I’d like to see.” Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. “Oh… there, huh? Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you right there.” Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.

Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum he’s spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.

“Perfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.” Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. You’re almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.” Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. “Go on… show her.”

Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like you’re his own personal cocksleeve.

It’s relentless and dizzying and you don’t know how to settle. You can’t possibly as you’re ruined from both ends. There’s no reprieve, there’s no way to relax. You’re trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isn’t that.

They’ve ran out of patience with you.

It doesn’t matter which way you try to retreat, you’re only encouraging the other one. More of Nanami’s cock down your throat and more of Gojo’s hitting your g-spot.

“W-We’ll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.” Gojo tells you, but it’s more like he’s telling himself. He knows he can’t cum inside. He can’t, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. “College guys, they like- leaving their- mark.” he thrusts again and again until he’s on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life won’t be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. He’ll lose everything.

And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanami’s length, though you still can’t pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.

He’s usually so sweet and patient.

He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.

“College guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.” Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. You’ve been neglected in the worst way, and it’s dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanami’s pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.

“College guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.” Nanami warns you.

“But we’ll just keep these between ourselves.” Satoru promises you. “I think it’s only fair we didn’t let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.”

“I think she’s learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.” Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. “Fucking college boys doesn’t sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if you’re a good girl.”

You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.

“’m s-sorry, daddy.” you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.

“Awe… sweet.” Gojo smiles, circling the bed so he’s standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. “I think we’re owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.”

“T-Thank you,” you sniff, again, “Thank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[myfictionaldreams]

So I saw that you said you can take specific marauder requests. How about reader is insecure but the guys don't know it and she goes out to buy clothes and new lingerie that she thinks they might like because in her head she thinks if she doesn't look like the girls she researched they will leave her for either just eachother or all the other girls in the school. So when they are getting into it sirius realizes that she has a new bra (you can make up the rest of the scenario but preferably after he finds out she has a new bra angst happens and then fluffy smut and then the very end in fluff please)

What are you wearing? // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: The latest lingerie trend did not look comfortable in any way but you still fell for the marketing and purchased your own, assuming that the boys would want you to dress like everyone else. However, when you decided to show off your outfit to Sirius, his reaction is anything but positive as he sees how uncomfortable you are.

Requested by: Thank you for answering my beck and call for a specific Marauders idea, I hope you enjoy your request!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff (lots), foursome, self-doubt/low self-esteem, anxiety, crying/breakdown, pet names, making out, Remus has words of wisdom, discussing emotions, romantic gestures (a little cheesy), nipple play, body worship, dirty talk, teasing, begging, oral sex, fingering, possessive behaviour, restraints, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink (!), creampie, rough sex

Words: 8k

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It was the latest fashion, created by muggles to wear luxurious, expensive lingerie bodysuits that uncomfortably hugged curves and pushed your breasts into busty mounds that they unnaturally did not sit at. However from the whispers from other students as they secretly hide in corners, sharing magazines and boasting about which woman looked best in the underwear, it was what was the latest fashion and everyone seemed to be loving it. So despite the discomfort, despite the desire to itch your skin against the lace around your hips, you kept the lingerie under your uniform, hoping to surprise one of the boys throughout the day.

It wasn’t that you never wore nice underwear, usually, it was a simple lace bra that softly cupped your breasts, the material transparent enough that your areolas were visible and had your boyfriends dropping to their knees to beg at touching and worshipping your body.

But like previously mentioned, this new style of lingerie was apparently very in right now and you wanted to keep up with the latest trends, even more so to please Remus, James and Sirius. It was hard enough pleasing one boyfriend but three? It felt like endless pressure to keep up, even though you knew that feeling was only from the little devil on your shoulder, the one that spouted negative thoughts that you were never enough.

It was nothing on behalf of your boyfriend’s to make you feel this way. In fact, they always went above and beyond to show you how much you were truly loved. But then that voice in the back of your mind would come back, reminding you that they were the most popular men in school, had endless other students lusting over them and it felt like you were competing, even though you already had the prize.

So this was why you had decided to splash the cash on the expensive muggle lingerie and hide it beneath your uniform, hoping to keep the relationship exciting and alive with the hopes that one of your boyfriends would pull you into a spare cupboard and find the present beneath your button up shirt.

This came in the shape of Sirius Black who promptly entwined your fingers together after class, carrying both your bag and his on his shoulder and tugging you down a deserted corridor and into a dusty, dimly light classroom. Sirius may have come across to others as coming from a pure-blooded family and always pristinely dressed, but beneath all of that was his rebellious side. The part of him that wanted it dirty and rough and everything that didn’t match his exterior.

He dropped the bags onto the floor, causing a cloud of dust to waft into the air but that didn’t stop his movements as he pulled you further into the room, not even bothering to lock the door, another one of his little ‘Sirius’ things, loving the thought of being caught. As usual, your adrenaline was pumping through your veins, feeling giddy and ready to do whatever Sirius wanted, just needing to be close to him, to feel his hands on your body, his lips against your skin.

“Come here Darling, up on top”, Sirius patted the sizeable oak desk that was in the centre of the room, even bothering to wipe his hand across to create an area that was without dust, the perfect area for you to come and sit on.

Jumping up with the help of Sirius’ big hands on your waist, you sat on the edge of the desk, your skirt hiking up slightly so that the brisk wood nipped against the backs of your thighs. This didn’t stop you from spreading them, making room for your boyfriend as he slide his hands to cup your cheek.

Sirius’ citrus scent from his hair caressed your cheeks as he leaned down to capture your lips, urgent and devouring, leaving you breathless and grasping to hold onto his shirt. He had full control with his grip on your face, tilting your head so that he could deepen the kiss, tongue slipping into your open mouth, dancing to taste your spit.

A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he moved his body closer, his crotch pushing against yours as your legs hooked around the back of his knees. You were thoroughly and utterly consumed by him, breathing in the air from his mouth, the taste and smell of him, his warmth seeping into your skin. There was one thing you would never deny and that was how consumed you were by him, by each of your boyfriends, you had been since day one.

Sirius released his hold on your face with one hand but only because he needed to touch your skin, squeezing the soft area of your thigh and stroking up, further pushing your skirt to reveal the entire length of your leg. He didn’t stop though, exploring with a firm touch over your skirt and beneath the hem of your shirt, with the intent to pull your hips closer to rub his tented crotch harder against yours.

But then he suddenly froze, lips unmoving and a confused frown evidently etched into his handsome features as he pulled away to look down at where his fingers were feeling a strange material under your clothes.

You’d forgotten about your plan, through the lust-filled kisses and touches, it had slipped your mind what you were wearing.

Before Sirius could verbally ask what it was that he was feeling, you quickly beat him to it by breathlessly explaining, “I had a surprise”. With the adrenaline still pumping through your body, your fingers were shaking delicately as you removed your tie and unbuttoned your shirt, pushing the white material off of your shoulders, revealing the majority of the lingerie bodysuit.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, attempting to look seductive whilst further pushing your elbows underneath your already pushed-up breasts.

You weren’t sure exactly what reaction you were expecting, maybe a horny curse or a hunger search of your body with his eyes, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to ask in a disdained tone, “What are you wearing?”

Sirius lifted the hand that had been resting on your hip, up to the tight material on your chest, trying to slip his finger between your breast and the lingerie but unable to do so with how tight and uncomfortable the bodysuit was.

“I thought you’d like it”, you say earnestly, trying to keep the simmering panic at bay that was beginning to pound into your heart. Sirius’ confusion only increased as the line between his furrowed brows deepened, a single step back to put some distance between the two of you, your legs dropping to dangle over the edge of the desk again as he looked over what you were wearing.

“Why would you wear something like that? Are you even comfortable in it?” he asks with a hint of distaste, something you hadn’t anticipated for him to sound like at all. 

You begin to stutter over your words, losing the confident seduction you’d been attempting to play off. “It’s…it’s not supposed rt to be comfortable, I wanted to look nice for you”.

This response only seemed to further upset Sirius as his eyes refused to meet yours, remaining only on the extravagant lingerie. “But you always look nice, you didn’t have to do this!” The rise of his voice startled you enough to quickly shrug the shirt back up your arms, crossing the material across your chest so that you were covered once more. Sirius finally snapped out of his upset to look into your eyes, the frown relaxing a touch so that he could slowly explain, “Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to dress a certain way to impress me, you know that”.

Embarrassment pooled in your stomach causing you to feel burning hot and slightly nauseous. Of all the reactions you expected, it wasn’t this. Yes, you may be dressing completely out of your comfort zone and only doing it to make the boys happy but you had to make an effort and this was the only way you thought how.

You tried to keep your voice from wavering as you explained, “Yes, but I just wanted to make a little bit of an effort. Anyway, everyone else has been wearing this sort of thing or enjoying the look of it. And I just thought you wouldn’t-”, your mouth slammed shut with an audible snap as you tried to keep the truth spilling from your lips.

Tears were beginning to line the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you hastily began to fasten the buttons on your shirt, eyes on your fingers and not daring to look up at your boyfriend.

You’d hoped that Sirius would let it go, the words and the bodysuit, maybe you could jump off the desk, find somewhere to remove the lingerie and it never be spoken about again. However, this of course was wishful thinking on your part as Sirius’ voice had dropped an octave as he asked, “I wouldn’t…what? Finish what you were about to say.”

Blatantly ignoring his questioning, you had finished buttoning your top, turning to look for the tie that you’d haphazardly discarded behind you on the desk but in the low lighting, it was hard to see, especially as the tears began to slip down your cheeks.

Sirius closed the gap between your bodies again, his hand gently cupping your jaw to tilt it in his direction, his eyes glazed in worry as he noticed your tears, quickly swiping them away with his thumb. “Tell me”, he encouraged but you could still hear the strain at the back of his throat.

It was like a dam opened within you, that small hope on the restraint that you had snapped. “That you wouldn’t be interested in me anymore if I didn’t try and keep up with the trends of what's hot. Or that if I didn’t try, you’d all think you’re missing out on something so yes, this bodysuit is a little uncomfortable but I just wanted to impress you all so you didn’t think I wasn’t attractive or that you’d fall out of love with me because someone else looked more sexy or was willing to dress in all of these stupid outfits! I just wanted to make you all happy ”.

There it was, the devil on your shoulder, speaking your inner-most demons, laid completely bare in front of you. Fear after fear spilt from your lips, once you’d started you couldn’t stop, even though you were becoming hysteric, the escalation of the situation was just making you freak out more. You were full-on sobbing by this point, tears dampening the collar of your shirt and shoulders hunched as you sucked in deep shattering breaths.

The walls felt too close, the air too thick. You needed to get out, need to get away from Sirius, not wanting to even look at him to see the disappointment you were sure covered his face. Using your body for momentum, you pushed him back as you jumped off of the desk and stepped towards the door.

However a gentle but firm hand wrapped around your shoulder, halting your movements as Sirius’s concerned voice begged, “Please don’t go, we need to talk about this Darling”.

This wasn’t what you wanted right now, you didn’t want to talk, scared that your spiralling thoughts might be a reality, your consciousness being your worst enemy at that moment as you shrugged out of his grasp. “I just need a minute”. You sounded broken and another sob shook your shoulders as you didn’t look back. Not bothering to pick up your bag or find your lost tie you rushed out of the door, and the sick feeling in your stomach only increased when you heard Sirius yell and kick his frustrations out against a table as he let you walk away.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, keeping your head low so as to not have questioning looks as to why you were crying and scared you’d run into one of your friends or worse Remus or James. There were so many students in the corridors and you desperately needed an escape and ran in the direction of where there were only a limited amount of people as fresh air crisped against your wet cheeks as you rushed outside.

For a moment you contemplated sneaking to the shrieking shack, knowing that you could curl into a ball underneath the sheets of the master bed there but that would also be the first place that the boys checked other than the Gryffindor common room. Furthermore, you needed somewhere outside, need to feel the sun on your face and a sense of calm so you half jogged to one of your favourite spots in Hogwarts.

It was the one place you truly felt at peace and somewhere you’d stumbled upon once when exploring the Hogwarts grounds in your first year. A luscious green cliff edge that overlooked the lake and Scottish mountains and, what made it so special was that when the sun began to set, it was the perfect spot for the golden hour of beautiful sunshine. The very last piece of land that the sun-kissed before it disappeared over the mountains.

This was where you crumpled onto the grass, tucking your knees in close, hiding your face within them and wrapping your arms around tightly so you were now in a little ball. There you sat and you cried. For the embarrassment, anxiety-ridden and uncertainty as to what happened now. You didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts, maybe it was better if you just stayed in that little spot forever you contemplated dramatically.

You were unsure how much time had passed but the air was beginning to chill as the sun dropped further in the sky. There were no more tears, but your breaths were still ragged, your eyes sore as you looked across the lake, and your body trembling through exhaustion and still, above all of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about how uncomfortable the stupid bodysuit was under your uniform.

Footsteps suddenly crunched against the crisp grass and you tried not to stiffen at the unknown arrival. But with each step, you knew from the slight limp who exactly it was as Remus sat beside you, his legs crossed underneath him as you automatically moved your face to look away from him, not wanting him to see the mess you’d become.

“Don’t”, he insisted. “Don’t do that, don’t hide away from me, my love. Come here”, he encouraged, his heavy hand resting against your shoulder and tugging your body towards his. You succumb easily, releasing the grip around your knees so that you could lie your head against his lap, his hand remaining on your shoulder giving you warmth and comfort as his other hand stroked through your hair and he simply lets you cry.

Remus began to talk, lowly and calmly into your ear as he helped you through your overwhelming emotions. “It’s more than just the fancy underwear, isn’t it? Listen to me Love, we all have our insecurities that bubble away underneath our skin but we can’t let those negative thoughts win. We deserve happiness. YOU deserve happiness.”

Your sobs calmed down enough that you were just lightly hiccuping, not even bothering to wipe away your tears as his trousers absorbed the wetness. Remus lowered his head, to gently kiss the side of yours before he continued. “I know sometimes our minds are louder than our hearts so even if I tell you, how much I truly adore you, that sometimes you won’t comprehend how much it is true. But please, Sweetheart, understand that… you’re my family. You, Sirius and James. Without you three, I have no one and I don’t want you to think you’re anything else but my entire world. You could dress in the old linen from a house elf and I would still love everything about you. I don’t need you to be dressed in the latest fashion or clothes that are evidently uncomfortable. I want you to be happy, we ALL want you to be happy”.

Your heart was pounding for another reason now as you couldn’t bare to not be touching Remus, needing more than anything to show him how much you appreciated him, loved him with just as much passion as the words that he spoke. So without another word, you rushed to sit up and climb into his lap, straddling your thighs over his, shaking fingers cupping his scarred face to hold him still as you kissed him deeply.

It wasn’t like the same sort of passionate, devouring kiss with Sirius earlier in the day in that forgotten classroom. This was passionate in a way that the world began and ended with each other, that you need to show your love and appreciation with your lips where words would surely fail you. Remus was always the one to have the best advice, to be able to talk the others around when in a low mood, he just always seemed to know the exact right thing to say.

As both of your lungs burned for air, you pull from the kiss but only to lean your forehead against his, warm breath fanning across his face as he wiped away the stains of the tears, “I love you, Remus Lupin”.

“I love you too”.

The sun had now cascaded behind the mountains, leaving an orange hue in the sky as everywhere else began to fall into shadow. The air instantly cooled but you didn’t care, especially not with Remus who ran at a fevered temperature due to his lycanthropy. The two of you stayed like that until you felt comfortable enough to risk glancing over his shoulder, towards the lining of trees from the forbidden forest.

“They aren’t here”, Remus informed you, kissing your cheek gently and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

You weren’t sure if you should be relieved or not at hearing that Sirius and James didn’t accompany Remus. “Where are they?”, you asked quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder, suddenly feeling exhausted after your breakdown.

Remus took more than a moment to answer like he was trying to decide how much he should tell you before finally deciding. “They’re both back in the dormitory, sorting out a little surprise for you”.

Your heart seemed to skip a beat, that they were doing something nice even after the way you’d spoken and reacted to Sirius. “I feel bad I stormed away from Sirius”, you admitted to Remus, pulling away from his shoulder to play with the end of his tie.

Remus offered you a shrug, “He’ll get over it. I think he was more upset that he didn’t know how to process that you weren’t comfortable and doing all of this for his benefit. And that he struggled to find the right words to say without sounding pissed off and couldn’t fix the situation before you left”.

You nod, risking a glance up towards Remus’ face and relieved to find him looking at you still in a relaxed way and you knew he really wasn’t annoyed like you thought he would be. “And James, is he ok?”

Remus nods, kissing the tip of your nose and pulling a smile from your lips, “He’s hurt like Sirius and I, that you’d been feeling this way without speaking to us, he wanted to fly down here as soon as Sirius found us but I knew you needed some time to yourself”.

“Thank you”. You hoped that he understood that you were saying that for more than one reason, for everything and by the twinkle returning to his eyes, the life that was sparking once more as he pecked your lips gently, you knew he understood.

“Come on, let’s not leave them any longer”.

Remus helped you to stand and the two of you took a leisurely stroll, hand in hand, back up to the castle, you’d missed dinner but Remus insisted that he’d go and get you something to eat after your surprise.

The surprise was entirely romantic and your chest warmed with love as you looked at the dormitory that you shared with the boys. There were different-shaped candles floating around the room, Remus’ record player in the corner at a low volume with the latest Bowie track that the boys loved and rose petals were scattered across the floor and freshly made bed but the petals had been enchanted to change colour and shimmer in the candlelight.

A sweet, thankful gasp was just about to spill from your lips but it was quickly replaced with a shocked laugh, your hand covering your mouth to hide your grin as Sirius and James stepped out of the bathroom. They were completely nude, except for the black lacy tight underwear that hardly covered their genitals, and nicely tied off with a pretty pink bow over where their cocks were.

The two of them stood proudly, abs tense to show off and flex as much as possible, a wide stance and arms behind their backs as they both grinned cheekily at you. “What…? What are you both wearing?!” you couldn’t help but giggle as you stepped closer and out of Remus’ reach, only for him to start taking off his clothes too.

You turned to watch, eyes wide as he too was wearing the skimpy underwear that seemed to hardly be covering him at all with his cock at half-mast. “Wait, have you had them on this entire time?” you asked dumbfoundedly, trying not to stare at the ridiculousness of the tiny little outfits.

“Oh I have indeed, can’t tell you how far they’ve been wedged up my arse but beauty is pain right?” he joked, subtly trying to pull the material from between his cheeks to relieve the tightness there.

You watched as Remus brushed past to stand next to Sirius who now stood in the middle of him and James, his grin softening to a knowing smile as you also moved closer to them. Once you were close enough did he tip your chin back, “Do you only love us more because of these outfits? Or would you say you loved us regardless of what we are wearing”.

The penny dropped as you now realised why they were wearing the uncomfortable-looking, ridiculously scandalous underwear. Your shoulders dropped in defeat, giving him a knowing look as you shook your head no. “Exactly. This is how we feel for you, I don’t want you to shut us out again or doubt our feelings for you. If you ever have a thought like this again, I need you to come to us, and talk because that's healthy and normal in relationships. Don’t bottle it up and don’t shut us out and please, don’t walk away from me again, I couldn’t bare it”.

You reached up to take his hand, moving it from your chin to nuzzle your cheek into it, kissing his palm as you promised, “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry I did all of those things and made you all worry. I love you, everything about you, without the outfits”, you emphasise with a smile. “They don’t look comfortable at all”, you say with a giggle, noticing James trying to give his cock more room in the confinement of the lingerie.

“Think I’ve got as much room as your tits which reminds me, we need to release them from their prison!”, Sirius joked, his fingers reaching to begin unbuttoning your shirt and then pushing it over your shoulders.

Remus stepped up behind you, his naked back flush against yours, “oh Pup, this doesn’t look comfortable at all”, he chastised in a low voice, beginning to unzip you from behind. The relief was immediate as Sirius helped him by pushing the loosened straps from your shoulders and you audibly sighed as the warm air kissed your now exposed breasts.

“There are my girls”, Sirius mumbled, his thumb brushing against the nipple of your right breast causing it to pebble before his mouth dropped to lick and suck on the sensitive bud. Before you could properly lean into the touch, James’ tuft of hair was soon at the same level as Sirius's as he did the same to your left nipple, suckling it into his mouth before flattening his tongue against it. Your back arched, hands delving into both men’s soft hair, gripping and holding them close as arousal struck through your core.

The remainder of your clothes soon pooled around your feet on the floor, Remus even helping to unbuckle your shoes until you were left in nothing but your white frilly socks as Remus had effortlessly removed the rest of the lingerie and skirt.

The moments like this, when they were so doting and loving that you almost felt overwhelmed because you wanted to return that love and affection to all of them at the same time but with only two hands, it was challenging to do. So you decided to concentrate on the two boys attached to your front, who were nipping and teasing your tender nipples, sucking them into peaks before laying them flat with the push of their tongues.

The grip you held on their hair reluctantly relaxed and tried to do a different exploration, over their shoulders, feeling this leanness of James and the muscles of Sirius from where he trained as Beater for the quidditch team. Lower still your nimble fingers travelled to their chests, feeling the sprinkling of hair that curled over their pecks and then still further down with the goal to reach the hem of their underwear. However, in the position, you could only react to James who seemed to realise your goal and pushed his body more towards yours.

Your fingertips ran along the hem of the tight underwear and then halted as James shuddered under the touch as you stroked over his tip that had bulged out as he became increasingly harder with nowhere else to go. As you teased his tip, James began to kiss up your body, particularly over the indents over your chest from where the bodysuit had pushed your breasts up, and he didn’t stop until he was next to your ear, still needing to bend down because of the height difference.

James did not move with urgency, even though his hips were bucking under the tease of your fingers. With one cupping your jaw, tilting your face away and the other hand gripping onto your waist, James began to kiss along the column of your neck, over the sensitive little spots that had your knees weak and more heat pooling in between your legs.

Remus on the other hand now stood next to you, his fingers stroking down your jaw to grasp your attention which you gave him, looking up at him with wide eyes and bottom lip stuck between your teeth. “I want you to listen to me carefully ok? There will be no rushing tonight, our goal is to please YOU, and only you. I want to hear every little moan and cry that you have so there’s no need to bite your lip, my love. I want this pretty mouth open and begging for more, do you understand?”

You couldn’t think of words that made any sense like a thick warm blanket of fuzzy arousal clouded your thoughts so all you could respond to Remus was a desperate nod of the head and a throaty moan.

“Good. Now tell me, just before we start.  Who do you belong to?”

James and Sirius stopped the teasing with their mouths so that they could hear you answer, needing to hear it, for their own sanity and possessive natures.

“You, I belong to all of you”, you breathlessly answered, still looking up into Remus’ green eyes that always reminded you of spring, hypnotised completely by him.

“That’s right”, he praised delicately still stroking down the side of your face. “And, who do we  belong to?”

“Me”, your answer was quieter, heart pounding at having to say it out loud as you knew that he was only getting you to say it to remind you that your freakout today was unwarranted and you should always know that they’re yours.

Remus tilted an eyebrow up, his hair falling slightly over his eyes as he didn’t seem satisfied with the answer. “Excuse me,  I didn’t quite hear that”.

You refrained from huffing in embarrassment as you repeated yourself at a louder volume, “You all belong to me, to each other”.

This was the answer he was looking for as his lips curled into a gentle smile and then opened as he was going to continue talking but James seemed to snap hearing those words as the hand on your jaw pushed your body backwards, the other on your waist supporting your body so that you didn’t trip over. The back of your knees met that bed and the two of you toppled onto the soft, rose-petaled surface.

“I couldn’t wait anymore, need to feel you, taste you, want to make you mine”, James groaned against the shell of your ear as he finally turned your face enough that his lips found yours in a hungry, lust-filled kiss.

Behind the two of you, you were able to hear Sirius and Remus chuckling deeply at James’ frantic motions and then they were moving closer and sitting on either side of the bed, taking a hand of yours each into theirs. A way to stay close to you but also restrain you in a way so that James was fully in control and the pleasure was solely on you.

The Gryffindor’s seeker’s tongue brushed against yours, tasting and dominating the dance happening in your mouth, his body sliding between your thighs so that you could feel the scratch of the uncomfortable underwear that he was still forcing himself to wear against the sensitive skin of your thighs. His hand's hand began to lower, the wide expanse of his hands meaning that he was able to feel a vast area of your body at once, over your collarbones, your breasts, squeezing softly, a contrasting touch from his commanding mouth.

Over your hips, your thighs, tucking them in closer around his waist. Finally, he pulled away from your mouth, his glasses slipping down his nose as hot breaths being shared as you both desperately tried to breathe but it was mostly so he could tell you his contemplative thoughts. “I don’t know whether to let you ride my fingers or taste you”.

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his words, not being able to decide an answer for him but thankfully Sirius pipped up and offered the idea, “Why not both?”

James grinned, pecking your lips before glancing towards Sirius, “Good idea, Padfoot”.

Then his warmth crowding around your chest was gone as he quickly backed away and lay on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, his face now between his legs and hands pushing back your thighs until once again, Sirius and Remus took one each so that you were fully restrained.

“Such a pretty pussy, MY pretty pussy”, James admired as he began to spread your juices that were seeping through your folds, over the rest of your cunt. With one hand, he spread back your labia so that you were bare before him, he could see the subtle throb of your clit and the clench of your pussy, gleaming in the low candlelight from your wetness.

James licked a long strip from your perineum, over your hole and up to your clit, audibly swallowing your juices and moaning, and then there was no holding him back. If he wasn’t sucking your clit then he was pushing his thick tongue into your hole, exploring the tensing area. And then he was adding two of his fingers, rocking in and out in time with the circling of his tongue around your clit.

You were very quickly descending into the pleasure and gave up on watching him as all you could do was lie back and moan, hands desperate to reach for him but still being held back by your two other boyfriends. So you lay there, mouth wide open and mewled and quivered, especially as he began to curl his fingers, teeth scraping over the bundle of nerves before carefully easing the touch with a warm lick of his tongue.

“Is Prongs making you feel good, Darling?” Sirius cooed down to you, squeezing your thigh to try and grasp your attention.

“Yes! So-...so good, please don’t stop”, you begged, eyes clothes and a withering mess as James increased his pace. That’s when you felt it, the tightening in your core that sent tingles over your pussy and thighs, that feeling that you craved every day to feel and one that the boys were always so good and making you experience. “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, James please don’t stop”.

James didn’t plan on stopping as he watched your reactions from between your legs, expertly fingering and licking you, feeling your pussy clenching and tightening around his digits before you gasped, arched your back and fluttered and pulsed with your orgasm. You felt both heavy and light simultaneously as he didn’t slow down his motions until you collapsed back fully into the sheets again.

“You’re so beautiful like this, laid out beneath me. But, I think it’s time one of the other two has a go, what do you say Honey?” James asked still between your legs. Opening your glazed-over eyes, you looked down at him and nodded in response, but you were also sure that what he had to offer now you would have said yes too. 

Remus leaned down so that his lips danced along your cheek as he whispered against your skin, “Think it’s my time to have a taste of your sweet pussy?”

This time, the aroused fog in your brain cleared slightly as you shook your head no which in turn earnt a confused expression to Remus’ face. “Want you to fuck me”, you stated with conviction, needing to be full and stretched.

Remus chuckled as he squeezed your thigh and wrist that he still held, “Already? But we’ve only just started Sweetheart”.

You whine pathetically, trying to reach for him and momentarily forgetting that you were still very much restrained. “Please! Want to feel your cock inside of me, don’t want to wait”.

“Ok Love, can’t be having my girl going without what she wants now, can I? You haven’t been stretched much though so do you want to ride me so you have control for a second?” He didn’t sound boastful when he talked and you knew it was necessary for him to ask this, Remus had one of the biggest cock’s you’d ever seen. In fact, when you first saw it, you were sure it wouldn’t fit inside of you. However now after fucking constantly, it was a little easier but still not something to be rushed so you nodded your head in agreement with his idea.

Remus moved to lay against the pillows, easing the lingerie at long last down his legs and onto the floor and then his hands were out and supporting your weight as you were released from Sirius’ grip and able to crawl over to the other Marauder. Once more, his body was a lot warmer than the other two but that only aided in moments like this, the heat helping your pussy to stretch.  Straddling his hips, you could help but grind your bare pussy against his thick cock that was hard and lay heavy against his abdomen.

The two of you moaned deeply, his cock throbbing just as harshly as your clit as it brushed against his shaft. Remus rested his hands against your waist, but only to support you, he let you be in control for the moment as your hands rested against his chest, pushing off of it with your movements.

Leaning down quickly, you pecked his lips, sighing into the touch before leaning back up and gripping the base of his dick, standing it up and then rising onto your knees. Even just feeling his tip brushing your hole had enough stimulation that you were moaning. This only increased as you began to lower yourself, slowly and with Remus’ support by guiding your hips down tentatively, making sure that your gasps were done in pleasure and not discomfort.

It burned but in a way that had you begging for more, stretching to your very limit as inch after inch pushed into your cunt until you were about ¾ of the way down before his tip stroked your cervix. Leaning forward so you could take the weight off of your knees, you both just stayed in that position as your body adjusted to being sheathed.

Only as you began to slowly rock your hips did Remus dare to move his hands but only to cup your arse cheeks, massaging the areas and helping you a little to ride back and forth on his cock. “Feel so big Daddy”, you quietly moaned into his chest, not meaning to use the nickname so early into the night but sometimes a different side of you took over.

“Yeah? You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well my love, you’re so tight and pretty above me”, Remus praised and his hips began to buck up to meet yours, increasing the pace and roughness slightly and from the earth-shattering moan you released, there was no chance he was going to stop doing that again if it made you sound that good.

As you began to roll your hips in time with Remus, you had a thought as to where the other two were. Looking over your shoulder and see James and Sirius sat together, their hands clenched and resting on their thighs as they tried not to touch themselves and a pang of guilt settled in your stomach as they really were just trying to think about your pleasure. “Please! Please touch yourselves, take off those stupid underwear and touch yourself. No wait, come here, let me touch you.”

“This is supposed to be about you”, Sirius reminded you in a low gruff tone, like he was trying to restrain himself from snapping but was clearly struggling.

“Yes, and I want to touch you. If you won’t fuck my mouth then you’ll have to come over here so I can wank you off”.

Remus chuckled beneath you, “So demanding all of a sudden, is someone desperate for cock?”

You mewl, eyes closing and head tipping back as his cock fucked you with a hard slam of his hips, “Mmmm, yes! Always desperate for your cocks, because they’re mine aren’t they?” Your words were teasing and you made sure to timidly smile down at Remus as he grinned up at you.

“Yes, they are, all yours Sweetheart”. He fucked into you hard again, your body jolting from the momentum of the movement.

However his thrusts up slowed as Sirius and James stood on either side of the bed, the lacy underwear now discarded and cocks leaking and standing proud, bobbing in the air. Your mouth watered and you were half tempted to beg to taste them but decided to save your energy as you wrapped a hand around each of their cocks, squeezing and pumping slowly, in time with your rolling hips.

The two of them grunted, drips of precum building at the tip, leaking down and wetting the sensitive area. As you figured out a pattern with how fast to stroke them, squeezing in certain areas of their shafts and making sure to brush your thumb over the tip, Remus watched happily, his cock throbbing harder inside of you as you touched the other two. In each of the Marauder's minds, they were once again appreciating just how beautiful you were, taking Remus’ cock so well and pleasuring Sirius and James with your skilled hands, it was a sight to behold.

Sirius couldn’t hold back anymore as he roughly grabbed your jaw, tilting your face back and feverishly kissing you, tongue instantly swiping to gain entrance to your mouth, much like he had earlier in the day when you were sitting on the edge of the dusting desk.

The four of you moaned for different reasons, at the pleasure that was being shared and the love that was underlying in all the touches.

Remus began to fuck up into your body harder but still at a slower pace, his hand stroking over your abdomen, stroking the soft skin before his thumb dipped lower and stroked over your clit in demanding swipes.

Your thighs instantly clenched as well as your palms around the men's cocks. Sirius pulled back, needing to hear and see your pleasure as he stroked a couple of strands of hair out of your eyes, “You like the way Moony is fucking you? I want you to cum for him because, by the look on his handsome face, I don’t think he’s going to last much longer”.

Remus grunted, having been trying to hold back his own orgasm until you had found yours. It just felt so good when you fucked him first, pussy so tight, warm and all his that he didn’t care if he came quicker than other times the two of you fucked, he just wanted to fill you up, needing to see you dripping with his seed.

You were shaking above him at the sight of Remus trying not to unravel and the stroke of his thumb and cock were driving you ever closer to your own peak, thighs shaking with each grind of your hips.

Then you felt it, that tightening and blissful euphoria building in strength, like you were going to explode into a sea of stars as Remus’ name sang from your lips in pleading praise. “That’s it Love, cum for me, fuck you feel so good”, Remus shouted, his cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to his forehead with the restraint of holding back his own orgasm.

Thankfully for him, after a particularly hard thrust and press of his thumb on your bundle of nerves, you were clenching your eyes closed, mouth gaping open and body locking up as you came around his cock. Only a couple of seconds later, Remus was arching his back slightly, hands squeezing the flesh around your hips tightly as he came, cock buried as deeply as it could go into your cunt as he needed you to have every single drop of his cum.

Your eyes momentarily opened to enjoy the sight but then a hand on the back of your head distracted you as your hair was harshly tugged back, causing your back to arch up, tits pushed out as Jjames batted away your hand from his cock. But, it was only so he could quickly toss his cock off, desperately whimpering as he knelt on the edge of the bed to get closer to you as he too came, all over your tits and down your sternum.

You watched with a satisfied grin at seeing James frantically finding his own orgasm and how flushed he now looked as the last drip of cum gathered at the tip of his cock. The grip in your hair loosened enough that you were able to lean forward and lick a single strip on his dick, capturing that last drip and swallowing it down with a genuine smile.

James looked like he was going to combust at the sight as he sucked in heavy breaths and looked like he was going to pounce on you to show you just how much he loved you but then the one man who hadn’t found his on orgasm quickly disrupted these thoughts. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and hiked you off of Remus's cock which pulled out of you, his cum dripping down as the tallest marauder slide off of the bed.

Sirius returned you to your knees and pushed your shoulders down so your cum covered chest was flat against the sheets and petals and your arse perked up into the air. “Need you so bad Darling, are you going to let me play with you?” Sirius asked, stroking a strong, wide hand down your spine.

“Please fuck me”, you begged, looking over your shoulder towards him. Sirius gave him a handsome grin, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached around you to grasp both of your arms and hold them behind your back.

“It would be my pleasure”, the long-haired man muttered, shifting his hips until his cock brushed against your cum covered hole and began to push in. You were so sensitive after taking Remus that you pulsed around Sirius, his cock stretching and filling you completely, he may not have been as big as Remus but he was still thick and hard. “Merlin! I love feeling Moony or Prong’s cum inside of you, feel it coating my cock and lubing your pretty pussy”.

You gasped at his words as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, hands tightly holding onto yours so that your weight rested awkwardly on your neck but you didn’t care, needing and wanting everything he was willing to give you.

Unlike Remus, Sirius didn’t hold back with his thrusts, moving with speed and intensity that had you almost seeing stars with how deep he was fucking you in this angle. Your hands desperately clung to his, feeling the coolness of his rings and using that to ground you to the moment as you were beginning to feel a little fuzzy and floaty from the day's events.

“Taking me so well, you’ve done so well for all of us”, Sirius praised, followed by a deep throaty moan as you squeezed his cock tighter at his words. This only encouraged him to fuck you faster until it was a blur as to where your bodies met.

Your toes were curled as the constant smack of his cock against all of your blissful nerves had you wanting to melt right into the bed. It wasn’t long before you were feeling that relief on the horizon and from the way your pussy was clenching, Sirius could feel it too.

Releasing his hold on your wrists, he quickly pulled your upper body up, until your back was flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your front to support your weight from toppling forward.

“Say it again, say you’re ours, I need to hear you say it”, Sirius asked, his sharp teeth teasing the shell of your ear, even in the new position it didn’t stop his deep, fast thrusts.

You were sure you were screaming your answer as your orgasm throbbed through your entire body as you did as requested, “I’m yours, I’m all of yours, Sirius- ah! Fuck please-”, you were rambling now, saying any words that you could think of as you were overcome with pleasure.

The sensation was so intense that you hadn’t noticed that Sirius had also cum with you until you were able to catch your breath and realise you were both collapsed face first onto the bed. Sirius’ cock was still inside of you, slowly softening and allowing his and Remus’ cum to continue seeping out and onto the sheets.

His lips ghosted over your shoulder as he moved your hair away from your ear, “And what did we learn today?”, he asked still sounding breathless but also teasing.

“Clothes don’t define love”, you mumble, feeling exhausted and hungry, looking forward to the feast that Remus was bound to bring you all after the cleanup and aftercare.

“Exactly. And what else?”

“That I belong to you all, just as you all belong to me”.

“That’s right Darling, and please, never forget it”.

[yoru-no-seiiki]

tagging @onyanjune and @h0ly-l3mb for giving me the idea/motivation to do this lol

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tw/cw: MDNI or you WILL be blocked, DDDNE, (skip for spoilers) yandere! reader, mentioned non/dub con, mentioned filming of said non/dubcon.

yan! cool kid has two siblings, your upperclassman and underclassman respectively. and it hella irritates him how close you are to the two.

ofc yan! reader’s intentions have and will always be depraved yearning. they only befriended the pair for the sake of “getting close to the in-laws.” after all you wouldn’t be a good future spouse if you weren’t somewhat involved in the family side of things.

but your tunnel vision sort of . . . backfired.

“quite a bunch of lunches you’re packing.” he mumbled, raising his head from his arms after a thorough nap through class. he had already studied everything that subject had to offer and thoroughly memorized it thanks to his notes that were covered in photos of you.

“oh these? these aren’t just for me, silly.” you answered. he already knew what you were planning, and you already knew that he knew, but keeping this façade of normalcy was a game you two liked to play, “you haven’t been bringing food to school recently i’ve noticed. so i made some more to share.”

“just one?”

you blinked at him, confused. laughing after you realize where his eyes were focused on. you explain that the rest will be going to his siblings, since you thought it may be a household / financial problem.

soon after that you took off, trying your best to hide the giddy feeling in your body threatening to spill unto your facial expressions.

yan! cool kid stares at his brand new lunch and wonders if you also cut out heart shaped potato for their curries, planning out ways to torture yan! loser later

yan! loser who’s yan! cool kid’s younger brother. they look so different, their demeanors even further apart. the only way you knew they were related was cause you stalked the latter on his way back home and almost killed the former before you found out.

you dropped by his class with a smile. his classmates staring at you with wide eyes as those in higher levels rarely ever go to this section of school.

“i hope you don’t mind, but i made lunch for you. is that okay?”

“is ThaT okAy?” he parroted back at you, his voice cracking, nerves on edge at all the people staring at the situation. he was going to eat lunch alone in the bathroom again like always but was occupied with erasing the marks left by his bullies on the table.

you laugh at his response, and set the lunch you prepared on his table.

you stare blankly at the brutal remarks written across. silently you walked outside before coming back with a spare table. you frown as the food you left remained untouched.

“you should eat first. lunch won’t last forever.”

you pat the poor boy’s back and left.

one last delivery til you were done.

you breathed in, knocking the door to the student council’s room. “mr. president, it’s me.”

“come in.”

yan! school president doesn’t even raise his head to look at you. his focus remaining on the papers in his hand and table. “leave the lunchbox there.” the bespectacled man points to your table in the room.

you set it down obediently and walked out. at least, you tried to until he stops you. “before you go, tell me why i shouldn’t report your actions to the faculty.”

you don’t turn around from the door, but still you answer, “hm, actions?”

“you, using school funds to pay for my youngest brother’s harassment.”

“…mmm…” you turned around, placing a hand on your chin in feigned deep thought “because . . . you love love love me?”

yan! president sighed. you hear paper shredding.

“you may go.”

you giggled. stepping outside of the stuffy room to go finally see your beloved again in class.

you put a hand in your pocket and fished out your phone. briefly smiling at the home screen wallpaper of yan! cool kid and quickly tapping out the password.

you then delete the video of yan! president tying you up as his unclothed hips slammed into yours. your skin covered in bites and slap marks all over. your eyes converging fear as tears fell and your mouth was gagged and unable to voice the feeling. the once prim and proper man man groaning in ecstasy and yelling words of degradation as he defiled you.

but you could only cringed at the words “i love you.” escaping his lips.

“a little reward for mercy i suppose.”

you stuff your phone back into your pocket. wondering if you should also warn him about the laxatives.

[sanakimohara]

[ GAME OVER ] Pt.2 Y. J. + K. S.

pairing: jeongin + seungmin + fem! reader

summary: Scared of a little tag-team from your killer best friends or secretly obsessed with the thought…

type: headcannons \ set plot \ finale

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warnings: smut + nsfw + mdni + blood + gore + cnc + descriptions of violence + drugs + creampies + oral + blood kink + knife play/kink + degradation / manipulation + spit kink…

authors note: this’ll be intense and I know a lot of you wanted a part 2 but I just never got around to it so here you go! It’s nearing my favorite time of year so why not give you guys a little taste of what’s to come in my future projects.

Stalker/Ghostface Jeongin decides blackmail is the best way to handle you. “Couple of pictures…” he mutters, moving and positioning you around in his bed in precarious and provocative positions while Seungmin lazily clicks the ‘capture’ button on his phone. Your clothes never leave your body, and both agree to the limit, but Jeongin finds it hard to resist seeing you lying in his bed, unconscious and utterly clueless. He’d always been more than irritated by how perfect you seemed: good grades, college sweetheart to the masses, and the dean’s only daughter. Everything you did and said somehow equaled perfection, and part of him wanted to ruin that for you in some sick way, but Seungmin played devil's advocate on your behalf, convincing the younger there’d be a better way to corrupt you. “Patience is key,” he mumbled, passing Jeongin’s phone back to him and pocketing his own. The younger scoffed, scrolling through the scandalous photos Seungmin had taken once before glancing at you, still entirely passed out with a frown tugging at his lips. “You take the fun out of everything, hyung….” He groans quietly, unable to hide the slow smirk spreading across his face, seeing your body shudder involuntarily.

Stalker/Ghostface Seungmin is the first person you see the following day. He shows up at your dorm just as your shared peers start to leave campus. You’re startled to hear a knock on your door so late in the evening. Having missed classes all day in hopes of remedying the unbridled exhaustion you felt. Still groggy and dealing with a debilitating migraine for most of the day, after a night you barely remembered, you force yourself to peel out of bed and answer it. “Oh…hey Min…” you mutter, hiding behind the door as he smiles at your hesitant greeting. Of course, you’d be more cautious after last night -he’d been counting on it. “You okay…? You weren’t in class, so I thought…” Seungmin trails off, plain concern written across his face as you search it with tired and apprehensive eyes. When you don’t spot a hint of falsity or hidden unease in him, your gaze softens, and you offer him a small, weary smile. “I’m fine…I must’ve drunk more than I thought last night at your place..” Seungmin chuckles, casually stepping through the doorway when you step back to let him inside, “Yeah, you did…Jeongin brought you back here since I passed out during the movie. I’m glad you’re alright, though..” He watches you process the explanation. Your brows slightly furrow in confusion before they relax, and a relieved look replaces the tense one. “Thank god, I thought…” you gulp, unable to formulate a way to explain the foggy assumptions you’d been having all day about the night before. You weren’t sure if explaining your doubts to him would seem ridiculous or accusatory. Seungmin didn’t give you time to consider which option was best, offering warmth and his company for the rest of the evening to distract you. He doesn’t leave until the middle of the night, aiding you to sleep but taking off when you’re passed out. Jeongin waits for him right outside your door, trading the spare key to your dorm. Seungmin swiped from the bottom drawer of your dresser with a newly cleaned knife and leather gloves. “Ready?…” Jeongin whispers, tucking the key into his pocket as Seungmin nods and slips the gloves on. “She’s completely out of it. Convinced her she got drunk last night, and you took her home…” Jeongin ticks his head, stifling a laugh, “Perfect.” Seungmin smiles, taking the mask he offers and slipping it on with natural ease, “Let’s have a little fun tonight..”

Stalker/Ghostface Jeongin makes the first call. Phone to his ear, voice changer switched on, and mask pulled down over his face. He waits alone in your dorm’s tiny kitchen, leaning against the counter and listening to the muffled sound of your phone ringing through the bedroom door. You pick up on the third ring, half asleep and tempted to curse whoever interrupted your much-needed rest. “Hello?!…” you hiss out, brows knitting together, and your voice doused with grogginess. You wait for a response, annoyed by the permeating radio silence on the other end of the call. A slight grimace clouds your features, quiet curses leaving your lips, “Fuck, is anyone there? Hello?!” You snap, looking at the time on your phone to be sure you aren’t cursing someone out at the break of dawn. Luckily, it’s only half past 3 in the morning, and you feel less guilty for being so agitated by the unexpected call. That is until pure fear penetrates you, injected straight into your head as a distinct and distorted voice scratches through the phone. “Look who’s finally awake,” Jeongin utters on his end, unable to keep the smile off his face, hearing you inhale sharply and frantically shuffle around in bed. “Who…who the fuck is this?!” Your heart drops as the question flies out of your mouth, quietly echoing in the dark, “If this is a prank, I swear to god-“ Jeongin laughs, a stiff and short sound that leaves your chest twisting with anxiety. “A prank? No. A game? Yes.” He flips the knife in his free hand, balancing its hilt in his palm each time it lands in his grip. He counted your breaths before speaking again, enjoying how each shuddered and ran into the next. You were terrified already. That much was clear to him. “I’m not interested in playing….” You finally speak up, glancing around your darkened room as if casing it for an intruder. The precaution was useless, nonetheless. It was completely pointless, even when Seungmin and Jeongin stood outside your bedroom door. “Ah shit, really? And to think I had a perfect prize for the lady if she won.” Jeongin lets out a dramatic sigh, head turning in Seungmin’s direction, “You’d think a smart girl like you would want to know what she’s missing out on before she turns a good time down…”

Stalker/Ghostface Seungmin scoffs underneath his mask, leaning against the wall bordering the left side of your bedroom doorway. He hears you shifting in bed, the momentary pause of fear you take while debating getting out of it. One quick trip out of your room to grab a thick carving knife, and you’ll feel much more at ease. You mustered up the courage to leave, tiptoeing out of bed and shuffling towards your bedroom door. “Listen, if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to call the cops and let them deal with you-“ Seungmin hears Jeongin sigh loudly, free watching from across the room as he tucks an arm under the other, “You are no fun, huh? Guess we’ll just have to give you a reason to play.” “A reason?….” You swallow hard, feeling your skin crawl at his sinister implication, “What…. What's that supposed to mean?” Seungmin listens to you pant the words out, hearing you leap from bed in a frenzy to sprint into the kitchen, watching you freeze, and hearing Jeongin gliding his knife across your marble countertops.

The silent screeching echoed, driving the frantic pace of your heartbeat as the crackled voice you’d been conversing with rang loud and clear with it. Seungmin smirked under his mask, listening to your breaths slow and your footsteps halt around the hallway corner. “Call them.” Jeongin taunts you, taking slow steps towards the wall that separates you from his sight as he continues, “I. Dare. You.” Each word is punctuated with a knife’s tip-tapping against the wall, catching your attention and bringing stinging tears to your eyes. Seungmin stifles a laugh when you sniffle, picking up on the panic rising in your every breath.

Whoever was in your dorm would get their hands on you before the police even processed your call. You could run for it, somehow get past them, and run out into the middle of campus in the dead of night and search for help, but then there’d be the risk of them catching you before your hand reached for the door. You settled on the next best option: going back to your room and locking yourself in it and hopefully being safe enough there to call and wait for the cops. Yes, that you could do, and with a sharp inhale, you gathered the resolve to do it. “Fuck you and your game,” you seethed into the phone, spinning around, poised to hang up the call while rushing back to your room.

Stalker/Ghostface Jeongin steps past the edge of the corner, the phone still pressed to his ear and his smile growing a grin, watching you come face to face with a masked Seungmin. “And just like that, you’ve lost the first round..” He snickers, ending the call and laughing when you stumble backward, shaking and shivering as Seungmin corners you into his chest. You jump in shock, feeling a second broader, warm body press into you from behind, a forceful shove from Jeongin’s hand to your wrist knocking the phone from your grasp and sending it crashing into the wall before it shattered to the pieces on the floor near the two pairs of clad black boots caging in your stocking covered feet. Jeongin hums as your head slowly lifts to stare up at him, tilting back at you as his gloved hands raise to muffle the terrified screech that tears through your throat seeing him. You choke as thick leather seals over your mouth and nose, gagging quietly when Jeongin’s grip tightens enough to knock your head back into his shoulder while he purrs against the shell of your reddening ears, “Don’t be a sore loser, Y/n..”

Stalker/Ghostface Seungmin huffs, tired of watching the younger have so much fun toying, drawing your attention his way with a nudge of his knife-cold edge to the heated skin of your throat. “Guess that means you owe us a prize…” he muses, smiling to himself when you start to struggle as best you can in Jeongin’s hold, glancing between the steel pressed to your neck and the masked men holding you captive. The pure fear in your eyes stirs Seungmin’s ego, bringing out a laugh from him that chills and enthralls your nerves all at once. You’d heard that laugh before -or at least you thought you had- even beneath the distortion, it stood out to you. Charming and full of life, even if it came at the expense of your life being in its owner's hands. Seungmin settled down when you went still, a flicker of recognition in your expression warming his heart just a tad before calloused obsession hardened it again. He gave a curt nod to Jeongin, retracting the knife from your throat as the younger lifted you from the ground without another word.

Stalker/Ghostface Jeongin drags you into your room, not minding how much you scream and kick and toss around to try and rip your way out of his hold. He refuses to let you go, keeping your screams and whimpers quiet until Seungmin closes your bedroom door and locks it behind him. Your nails claw at him, attempting to pierce through his black clothes to harm him in any way you could think of, but Jeongin takes your frantic scratching with a smile. He settles on the edge of your bed, sitting you down in his lap and holding you there with an arm wrapped tight around your chest. You whine and scramble to lift off of him, chest burning as another failed scream dies in your throat. “Just give the fuck up already..” Jeongin hisses into your ear, groaning when you shake your head in refusal, unconsciously rocking your ass against his crotch the harder you struggle. Your legs tremble, tensing up the harder you fight, and nearly numb by the time he shifts his arm around your chest, letting his hand linger over your breasts, caressing each one until your nipples peak through the thin fabric over your oversized shirt. You shiver, not used to the rough scrape of leather on your body or the combined strain of being groped by a strange man while another one watched from less than a foot away. Jeongin savored the softness of your chest, palming a handful of the tender flesh until your frantic breathing slowed into hesitated moans. “There we go, baby….just enjoy it…be the slut I know you are,” Jeongin mumbles amid a groan, tempted to lift his hips into you as your back arches to chase the warmth of his heavy hands. “Fuck…! Look at her…” he calls to Seungmin, the voice on the edge of a disbelieving whine as the older continues to watch him feel the expanse of your body. You give up fighting then, feeding off the air of desperation he exudes, falling head first into the need for more hand trails past your breasts, over the center of your stomach, and right down to the middle of your thighs.

Stalker/Ghostface Seungmin watched your legs spread open for Jeongin’s hand, biting his lower lip behind the mask as the younger cups your cunt before landing a light slap to it. You jolt at the contact, crying into the hand over your mouth and throwing Seungmin a pleading look -begging him to give you way out despite your body telling him the complete opposite. He sighed, cracking his neck, closing the distance left between you, just as Jeongin dealt your covered cunt another slap. You keened from the harsh treatment, groaning loudly as the sudden affliction made your walls tighten around nothing and your head fog with shame. “Thought you’d be a little harder to break,” Seungmin scoffs, fisting the hair at the crown of your head to drag it back and make you look up at him. You whimpered, drooling into the glove around your mouth, eyes watering from the thrill and shock running up your spine as he tugged you from Jeongin’s lap to kneel at his feet. You meant to scream the moment you could breathe again but were kept silent with the prick of a blade sliding under your chin and a quiet warning from him. “Scream, and I’ll slit your pretty little throat…” You cringe as the knife drags across your skin, drawing a thin line of blood and inducing a sting of pain that snaps your drooling mouth shut. Seungmin hums in approval, cock jumping at the sight of your blood trickling down the edge of steel and the apprehensive obedience in your eyes as they stare up at him. Your heart thunders with adrenaline, threatened and disconcerted by the promise of being hurt but forced to confront the leaking tip of his length at the very exact moment. The sound of metal clicking and shifting through fabric loops comes from behind you, but Seungmin keeps your focus right on him, easing your pouty and damp lips around the head of his cock, moaning softly under his mask as you tentatively relax your mouth to take him in inch by inch. “Knew you’d be good at this…” he pants, hips slowly rocking against your face, sinking his throbbing shaft to the back of your throat despite your soft gagging and reluctant moans. The knife at your throat flexes with every rut of his hips, dangerously digging into your skin while he fucks your mouth with little remorse and reckless abandon.

“Told you she would be, “ Jeongin moans loudly, voice carrying over the sound of your muffled choking and whines around Ssungmins cock and the slick squelches of his pulsing member sliding in and out of a closed fist. Seungmin grunts, gazing down at you through his mask, mouth slightly agape and brows knitted together as he watches you sink your head up and down his length. Strings of saliva and precum trickle down your chin, mixing the tears streaming down your cheeks and drizzling into the small droplets of blood trailing along your neck to your chest. He curses under his breath, fist tightening in your hair as warmth flows from chest straight into the pit of his stomach, “I’m gonna fucking cum if she keeps up like this….” You shudder at the comment, threatened but proud you’d put him in such an agitated state. A part of you wanted to savor it, to fully enjoy the way his cock filled your mouth, to revel in the excitement you felt when the muscle twitched against your wandering tongue. You wanted to admit you liked the way he was using you, forcing you to accept whatever he graced you to have, even if he was pressing a knife right to your throat as he fucked it.

But then you’d be just as sick as him, just as sick and twisted as the both of them.

Stalker/Ghostface Jeongin is fine watching you be used, pumping his cock to the view of your trying your hardest to match Seungmin’s pace and keep his knife from cutting any deeper. God, you were a sight to see, too; hands twitched at your sides, eyes fluttering and rolling, and face a flushed mess. His hand slipped up and down faster, motivated by the trembling moans and cries you let out. Jeongin watched in vague awe as Seungmin stiffened, hips stuttering towards your face and coming to a complete stop as the corner of your lips began to leak with cum. “Swallow…” the older huffed, holding your head back to get a good view of you obeying his command. Jeongin stares in a daze as you down the creamy substance, sticking your tongue out to show a clean palette. The fight in your eyes dims then, replaced with a distant satisfaction when Seungmin releases you from his hold and drags you to your feet. With one shove, you’re pushed to bend over the bed's edge, barely catching yourself with shaking hands and mindlessly shifting to crawl away from both. But you’re nowhere near fast enough or in the right mind, too dizzy to stop Jeongin from retaking hold of you. “Don’t cheat,” he mumbles, forgetting the task of stroking himself to stand and catch your ankle in one hand while the other grips your waist. “Can’t take one of us and run from the other,” he scolds you through a quiet laugh, ignoring the small yelp and sob you emit when he roughly drags you towards him. “Just let me go…please,” You fist the covers, panting through hot tears and sniffling. “I…I promise I won’t tell anyone-“ “I know you won’t tell anyone about this…about us…” Jeongin tuts, hands finding your shivering hips, smoothing the fabric of your shirt upward until your panties were on full display. Your breath catches in your throat, cool air sweeping over the glistening wet patch spreading on the thin cotton, and your head spinning from the lack of compassion in his response. Jeongin tilts his head thoughtfully, muttering under his breath as he pulls your panties to the side and admires the slick folds of your cunt. “We know you can keep that adorable mouth of yours shut..” A whimper spills from you, partially anxious at his implied threat and partially emitted, feeling a warm line of his spit leak straight onto your entrance. Jeongin watches his saliva coat your folds, holding your shivering body still as it mixes with your arousal and drips onto your bedsheets. “Wouldn’t want to waste this good of a pussy anyway..”

Stalker/Ghostface Seungmin is already hard again, watching Jeongin sink into you, pleasuring himself in your cozy desk chair as the younger one holds you face down in your bed and fucks the decency out of you. Moaning into his mask feels suffocating, and the desire to get a clear view of you breaking to pieces clouds his better judgment. “Can’t fucking take it,” he growls, ripping the mask off his face just out of your blurred sight and inhaling a sharp breath as the excellent air filling with the smell of sex fans over his face. He doesn’t care that Jeongin laughs at him between his moans, caring even less that he follows suit and tosses his mask onto the bed near your head. “She feels so good, hyung…” he hears him pant, pumping his cock faster at the statement and the indecipherable cry you let out at the one-sided compliment.

Their voices sounded familiar to you now, but it couldn’t be them, could it?…

Your lovely Jeongin who always listened when you needed someone to talk to. Who forced you to go out and have fun when you studied too hard for too long?

Your practical and dependable Seungmin, who always didn’t mind being your study partner. Who brought your favorite snacks and drinks to class when you missed lunch with him?

These two strangers using you so shamelessly…

They couldn’t possibly be them, right?

Stalker/Ghostface Jeongin doesn’t give your body or mind enough of a break to make the connection, mumbling one sick thought after the next into your ear as he neared his end. Your core twisted and winded, hungry for the constant pressure his cock imprinted into your cervix, delving deeper and deeper into you until his body shuddered above yours. The scratch of his nails and the blooming prints of his fingertips digging into your hips mixed with the burning cuts along your neck paling in comparison to ecstasy that racked your body as thick ropes of his cum filled you. “A-ahngh! Please…please, not there!” You whine and wriggle beneath him, torn between rolling your hips for more and pulling away from him. Jeongin tangles a hand through your hair, slamming your head back down into the pillows as he finishes inside you. “I think you need a little more,” he hums, beginning to fuck his cum more profound into your cunt, grunting when your walls contract around him from the sudden overstimulation. “Don’t want it…” you whisper, blushing as the pit of your core swirls with pleasure from every movement he makes. Jeongin bites his lip, glancing at Seungmin to reiterate, “I think she needs a little more, hyung..”

Stalker/Ghostface Seungmin is more than ready to take Jeongin’s place, addicted to seeing the fear on your face when you realize his knife is pressing to your throat again. You’re practically paralyzed with fear as he fucks the younger’s cum into you until his own adds to it. You cling to the covers, vision blurred, head spinning, and body sore by the time Seungmin slides his cock out of you. He drops the knife on your bed, confident that you’re too fucked out to make a move for it and satisfied with the amount of marks he’s left on you. “Never thought she’d be such a slut,” he chuckles, glancing at Jeongin as he picks up the discarded weapons stained with your blood.

“The good ones always are, hyung…”

authors note: …u-uh….so did I go to far or…are yall okay?…..

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[dufferpuffer]

The idea that Remus Lupin was trying to be CIVIL with Severus... MORE than Snape was trying to be civil with HIM... That... is hilarious.

Remus had one goal in POA: Look Good. Look good to Dumbledore - which meant not sharing useful information he had about Sirius Black, and likely outright LIED about things when asked. (he was his friend - and nobody asked 'is there anything you know to help with the search?' not even a stressed McGonagall...?) Look good to the Students - which meant not only being the bestest, nicest teacher possible, but to help them squash their fears. Their problems. To fearlessly walk all over Snape. I don't know if there is a single thing Remus said to Snape that wasn't passive aggressive and demeaning. Yet Snape, Mr Insults, Mr Witty Comebacks, Mr Explosive Temper - never once clapped back. He was always polite, always saying things sweetly... through gritted teeth, sure - but through gritted teeth is very much not his style when someone disrespects him.

"Severus was only being nice/putting up with it because Dumbledore told him to!" Yeah. Severus is a good boy, making an expensive and difficult potion every month, personally coming to serve it like a House Elf (Master Remus is in the habit of missing doses) Putting up with Remus' blatant lies about the map - even allowing him to take it away to his own office - because he knew snatching it back without proof would probably be against his orders.

I would call that being EXTREMELY civil. I'd call Remus' actions 'using him like a tool'. A social stepping stone. Not a good colleague.

"Snape only outed Remus' Lycanthropy because he was sore about not getting a medal!" When did Severus EVER do ANYTHING for positive attention...? If he wanted that medal so badly he could have killed Sirius Black while he was unconscious. Claimed he saved Harry Potter, dispelled the dementors himself... It would have been revenge for Lily, too! But no, he carefully lifted him onto a stretcher and took him to get medical help, despite thinking him a murderer set for execution.

"I think it is clear that Mr. Lupin is unfit to teach, due not only to the nature of his illness - but his behaviour regarding it. Having to teach his classes every month alongside my own was exhausting, as was brewing the difficult Wolfsbane potion in my spare time and delivering it by hand to ensure it was consumed... as he has proven himself indisputably irresponsible. That is not to mention the recent facts that have come to light about Sirius Black - information he never thought to mention. Worst of all, it is due entirely to his own negligence that I was forced to use my own body to shield three students from becoming infected with his illness... or worse, mauled to death."

Honestly I think that is a pretty reasonable formal complaint. But he didn't get Remus fired. Remus, now outed as disabled, could have used his LEGENDARILY RARE position as a beloved teacher with the personal backing of Albus Dumbledore to fight for better rights for and remain teaching. Albus did not fire him. The Ministry nor the Board of Governors had called for his firing. Remus quit of his own accord the MOMENT he got bad press.

It will be a long time before another werewolf will have the chance to advocate for their rights from such a supported position.

"I only missed my dose due to the emergency of realizing Sirius Black was on school grounds! I had a clean record the rest of the year, curled safely in my office - and despite it being my first year as a teacher taught my classes admirably. Any of the students and staff will vouch for my care towards my students and my subject... ...And the only one I harmed as a Werewolf was Black himself."

Remus would have SUCH an easy time explaining his negligence - and if he was willing to also use Sirius as a tool, as a social stepping stone, he could spin himself as a sort of hero, too. It would be a battle for sure. One he might lose, ultimately, and be forced to step down as a teacher. But he had the chance to be a POSITIVE face for those suffering Lycanthropy - in a world where most of them feel the only option is to turn to Fenrir Greyback. A fact he knows well, as a spy. The werewolf that was a teacher. That was PROUD of being a teacher. Whose students loved him. Who fought a murderer!

But he ran. Before anything. He would rather save face than fight for what he believes in - just like when he stayed quiet and didn't support Sirius in an argument, despite agreeing with him.

[aydien677]

OM boys dealing with an Mc that has Autism/Adhd and stims

AN; so I have Adhd and high functioning autism so this a little self indulgent

Mc was just sitting in class when they started tapping their foot, then clicking their pen, and they quickly started looking annoyed as they rested their head in their free hand. The others were in class with them and soon saw Mc’s strange behavior wondering what brought this on.

His initial reaction was “Which one of my brothers ticked them off this time”

Mc definitely had to explain what stimming was

Lucifer figured out accommodations fairly quickly because of Leviathan having autism 

He would probably enjoy being in the quiet rooms himself for testing and whatnot

He notices that his some of his brothers *cough* Leviathan and Mammon *cough* also stim

He definitely noticed that he stims too but won’t admit it.

Expect one thousand and one questions after class that are too fast to process 

After explaining Mammon starts overreacting like usual 

“Humans have stimulation problems? Wait.. what does stimulation mean?”

He definitely finds that he stims too

He definitely forgot about Leviathans autism for a moment there

Already knows what’s going on and subtly passed you one of his fidget toys 

Definitely autistic and knows it

Is  happy that Mc has the same disorder as him even if they’re on different ends of the spectrum

Definitely shares his fidget toys with Mc and shows them the best ones

It took Satan a moment since the first thing he thought was “I wonder what they’re thinking about that made them so mad”

He gets it the moment Mc tells him they have autism and adhd

“Oh, autism, that’s Levi’s thing”

He had to do a bit more research on Adhd to understand that part

Is mostly understanding but sometimes just wonders what the fuck Mc is doing sometimes

Is so confused at first before realizing Mc is doing the same thing Levi does

Asmodeus absolutely buys Mc some fashionable fidget toys that work as keychains

He’ll make sure they always have a fidget toy to match their outfit 

“Oh Mc, this will look so cute with your outfit!”

It takes Beel all of three minutes to figure it out

He’s seen Levi and Mammon stim a lot before and noticed that Lucifer does so too

He may be quiet but that doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention 

He has a spare fidget toy on him that’s usually for when Levi forgets that he’ll let you use

Obviously offers a bite of whatever he was eating 

The food Will actually help because oral stimming is a thing

The man was asleep until Mc started clicking their pen

He is definitely grumpy about it and takes the pen from them

 gives it back when he notices the murderous look in their eye

He looks away and pretends that nothing happened 

Beelzebub later explained to him what happened 

Yet again “Oh, Levi’s thing”

He doesn’t care so long as it doesn’t interfere with his sleep

Doesn’t focus on class anymore as he wants to watch the human doing human things

Barbatos definitely tells Diavolo off for not paying attention.

Diavolo later goes to you asking even more questions than Mammon

He definitely adds accommodations to R.A.D.

If he had the time he’d do some research himself

Already knows and is certainly prepared to accommodate

Might ask a few questions for Diavolo

Keeps some fidget toys on hand just in case

Solomon already knows about autism and figured it out after a while

He’ll try and impress Mc with a little bit of magic to fix their over/understimulation

Definitely uses this to his advantage 

He’ll take Mc’s fidget toys without them knowing and offer them his hand to fidget with

He’ll watch as the brothers get jealous and then let’s Mc play with his hair

[kentosovertime]

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Satoru waits until he hears the refrigerator close in the kitchen and footsteps approach the front door of the apartment before he leaves his room to get ready for class. He frowns to himself, sighing heavily as he goes to make a quick breakfast and pack his bag. 

He shakes his protein in his shaker bottle and scrolls mindlessly through his notifications to distract his self loathing thoughts. There are plenty of notifications for matches on his phone… Maybe he could find someone new to take some of his restlessness out on?

Satoru is in the middle of messaging a girl back with a small, satisfied smirk when keys jingle in the door and Geto comes back in, stopping short when he takes in the app on Satoru’s screen. 

“Forgot my laptop…” He mutters and disappears into the room they used to share, coming out a moment later with it propped in his arms. 

Satoru bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at his phone without a response. Sometimes he really despises how much he still cares about Geto. When their relationship had blown up in their faces, he hadn’t pressed him to move out. It was hard enough to find an apartment in a college town and it was quite another thing to afford one alone.  

After he had stormed out that night, he came back when he knew Geto would be at work, emptying his belongings from their room and moving into the sparse guest room that used to be his before they finally decided to give into the tension between them. He sighs at the memory, something deep and tucked away in his heart aching for something that could no longer be. He swallows around the lump in his throat, remembering how happy he was that Geto was away so he could cry in peace, not wanting anyone to see him like that, so weak. 

He still cared for Geto and the last thing he wanted was for him to end up on the streets or living in his car. Satoru would have been fine, he has more than enough money to spare, but he’s not a total asshole. 

In his own defense, when he had decided that he wouldn’t press the issue, Geto was barely around anyway. There had been weeks at a time that he’d go before seeing him between classes, his job and internship, and Satoru’s conflicting schedule. But now, with the internship done, his classes and work had returned to normal… but they hadn’t. 

He was still having trouble adjusting, even after a couple weeks passing to get used to a different routine.. 

“Hey…” Geto clears his throat, shifting on his feet. “I meant to ask before leaving, but you weren’t up yet. Is everyone still meeting up for coffee?” 

“Yeah, we’ll be there starting at 2.” Ah, the other compromise that Satoru had silently made. Having the same friend group since before they started dating complicated things on top of their living arrangement. It wasn’t fair to make them side one way or the other and deep down, Satoru was afraid that the rest of the group only tolerated him and would pick Geto when it came down to it… Well everyone except for (y/n). “Just stop by whenever you get out of class.” 

“I should be there around 2:30…” Despite his nervous shifting, a small smile graces his lips and Satoru’s heart skips a beat, missing seeing happiness on his face. “I’m excited to see everyone again after so long.” 

“Shoko hasn’t shut up about it.” Satoru snorts, and takes a swig of his shake. “And (y/n) is excited to finally meet you. Try not to be a total offstandish ass to her.” 

“No promises, Gojo.” Geto finds his smirk growing as he playfully rolls his eyes, knowing that Satoru is fucking with him. He was always a gentleman to women, even if he wasn’t as personable as the man in front of him. Geto was shocked that the group still acknowledged he existed, thinking that Satoru would have been the obvious choice after their split. “I’ll see you later.”

He huffs out in acknowledgement, sagging when the front door finally closes behind Geto. He didn’t mind making room for Geto in his life again for Shoko, Mei Mei, or Nanamin, but having to share you?

His gut tightens in protective possessiveness. You were everything to him; his best friend. The title used to belong to Geto, but that’s no longer the case for obvious reasons. And it can’t belong to Shoko with how she ends up moderating the two men.

You had pulled him through his hardest days, seen him through the dark months when he was piecing himself back together, making bad decisions to compensate for the hole that was punched through his heart. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you. 

You had barreled your way into his life only a few days after the breakup, approaching him in one of his classes to hand him a summary of the notes from the class he missed. When he had asked you why you’d gone out of your way so selflessly, you simply said that you noticed he didn’t seem himself and you thought he could use a friend. 

He found that he loved that you were his, that you weren’t tainted by Geto and that he didn’t have to share you with him. 

When he makes it to the cafe later that afternoon, he makes sure to take the space next to you on the leather couch. Leaning into whatever you were animatedly explaining to Shoko. 

“I’m just saying that if we tie him up and throw him in the trunk, what will he do?” You reason, like what you’re saying is completely normal. “If he screams we can gag him.”

“I’m here for the vibe, but how about we just lie to him?” She snorts loudly and takes a puff off of her vape, blowing the smoke away from the group. 

“Who exactly are we talking about?” Satoru buts his way into the conversation, curious and ready to aid and abet at a moment's notice. 

“We’re planning something for Kento’s birthday in a few months.” You grin wildly, leaning closer to him so you can conspire with him, whispering as if Nanami’s scowling face will appear out of thin air. “It’s his 20th birthday! We have to party and force him to attend. And if we book him accommodations in a love hotel for shits and giggles, so be it. You can smell the man’s sexual frustration from a mile away.”

“I always loved charity work.” He snickers, all but offering his help with whatever you need. He stands and stretches his limber limbs, cracking his neck before he announces he’s going to use the restroom. Before he goes his gaze softens and he smiles at you. “Do you want me to grab you something on my way back? One of those cinnamon rolls you like?” 

“Yes, please~” The soft smile you shoot his way has his heart racing for some unknown reason.

By the time he comes back carrying your plate, someone else is sitting next to you. He stops in his tracks, deflating slightly when he sees Geto, making himself at home, leaning into your personal space with that sly, flirty smirk Satoru knows so well. And it feels like a stab through his heart when he sees you laughing at whatever he told you. 

Three things crash through Satoru at once as he starts to pale. First, he realizes, watching your smile light up your face and have it not directed at him, that he likes you. Second, the hot churning sensation in his stomach was jealousy, something he hasn’t experienced in years. Lastly, to his shock, the jealousy isn’t just directed at Geto, but at you.

You have his attention, his smile, even his touch as Satoru watches him lay his hand on your thigh, thumbing the surface of your skin under the hem of your shorts. 

Why hadn’t he asked you out before this? He asks himself as something punches him in the gut and hollows open his insides.

“‘Toru!” He blinks rapidly, clearing his mind with a shake of his head, as he sees you making aggressively cute grabby hands towards the plate he was holding with the cinnamon roll on it. An excited noise leaves your throat as you take it and bite a huge chunk out of it. “Thank you, bestie.” 

“No problem, you fucking gremlin.” He rubs your head affectionately, smirking as Geto’s eye twitches at the familiar touch. “You getting along with Mr. Tightass over here?” 

He kicks your leg, making you shuffle over and push Geto down the couch so he could settle on your other side, wanting to sit next to you more than before. 

“Of course she is,” Geto scoffs at him before leaning back against the arm of the couch with the sly smile returning. “I’m a pleasure to be around.” 

“He’s going to bring me over to that book store with the bar in it after this.” Satoru can see you teeming with excitement despite the shy look plastered on your face, complete with a light flush on your cheeks as you look back and meet Geto’s eyes. 

“Oh?” Satoru’s voice is falsely curious with just a hint of the teasing he normally levels at you, like he isn’t having the rug pulled out from under him. “Hot date?”

“N-No-” You stammer in embarrassment at the exact same Geto chuckles, pulling your attention back to him.

“Damn. I thought I was pretty obvious about it.” He grins, reaching out to gently thumb your cheek, sending your heart rate through the roof. “Sweetheart you already said yes, don’t break my heart.”

“I.. Y-you’re sure?” Satoru hates how his insides churn as he watches you fully face Geto, saying yes to the man less than fifteen minutes after meeting him. “I could be crazy, you know.”

“Oh I know you are if you’re friends with that-” He nods behind you with a knowing smirk, seeing Satoru’s murderous glare on him. Really could he be more obvious? “Good thing I don’t mind crazy, baby.”

“Wow. Shafted and ditched bestie.” Satoru whines and acts annoyed so you don’t see that you’re ripping his soul in half. “What about me?”

You playfully smack his arm with a little grin, like he’s just fucking with you. You think that he can be such a needy baby sometimes, but he just had such a big heart you couldn’t help but want to be his friend. 

“Don’t you have a million matches to respond to?” Geto hums like he isn’t letting you know that you have hundreds of other girls to compete with, all with the sharp edge of disapproval out of his own selfishness over Satoru. 

“Shit, yeah I forgot I need to go tell them to fuck off.” Satoru tries for a tone that’s silky sweat but it comes out just a bit too snippy. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, gremlin. You still have those notes for me from the class I missed?”

“Of course I do, you degenerate. No way you’d graduate in the Spring without them.” You tease, hiding a sad look that he’s already packing his bag up to head out. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Satoru wandered aimlessly for the evening, eventually too bored of the campus’s study rooms to stand it anymore. The sun was setting, casting golden yellow rays of light through the budding leaves as he walked across the campus quad, heading to his favorite hole bar in the wall where he could drink in peace without being bothered. 

He hadn’t been here since right after the breakup, so the staff looked confused to see him back, but promptly kept his drink full in his hands without having to ask. The last thing he wanted was to go home and have Geto try to talk to him about what happened, but they had to close eventually and he could tell they were itching for him to pack up so they could lock up.

He didn’t even want to wake up in the morning and have to hear the same exact story that Geto told him, but this time from your pretty pink lips while you smiled with that shy excitement that only came out when you liked someone. In all the time he’d known you, while you were a chaotic little shit, you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body, you just weren’t capable. 

He kicks a pebble down the sidewalk with a sour taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t be upset with you, he just wants the attention you’re getting and also desperately wants to give you that attention too. 

He knew how charming Geto could be, how calculating he was when he decided he wanted to do something. He just hoped that he wouldn’t hurt you like he did to Satoru. He’d finally find it in him to truly hate him if Geto ever caused you to question your worth like Satoru had. 

This all made him so fucking sick. And he saw that look in Geto’s eyes, he knew how Satoru felt about you. It was hard not to scream in frustration. He wanted to push him and see what his intentions were with you. 

He sighs when he’s met with the sight of his front door, putting his keys in the lock and slipping inside. He stares blankly at the shoes in the entryway, his heart beating in a sick rhythm when he sees your boots laying neatly next to Geto’s hightops. 

But it's so late… His brain refuses to connect the dots until a masculine groan he’s all too familiar with sounds further inside. 

“Fuck-” A breathy moan slides down the hall and into his ears as he edges his way to the living room only to be greeted to the sight of the two of you together on their couch.

His eyes widen at the sight of you straddling Geto’s lap half naked, your shirt thrown carelessly across the area rug with Geto’s. His gaze catches every torturous detail in high definition. 

Geto’s hand fists into the hair at the nape of your neck, jerking your face into place as he lips devour yours, his tongue tangling with yours, easily dominating you and pulling a defeated whimper from your throat. Satoru’s eyes dip to Geto’s free hand that’s shoved its way under your bra, greedily groping the mass of flush, paying special attention to your nipples. 

The attention has you hazy, your eyes cloudy and unfocused when Satoru watches your face break away from Geto’s falling back with a loud moan. Geto surges forward and takes advantage of your new position to attack your neck, sucking stark marks onto the column of your throat so dark you wouldn’t be able to go out without hiding them. 

It’s easy to imagine that it's him doing this to you, that you had chosen him instead. But when you shove your hand needily into Geto’s pants, stroking his cock in such a delicious rhythm you have him bucking into your touch, his hands leaving you to start pushing down your leggings in a rushed manner, Satoru loses it. It should be him doing that.  

“Thought we said no fucking in the common rooms?” He snaps meanly, loving how you jolt and push Geto away in a panic, hastily wrapping your arms around your front to cover yourself up as a crimson blush radiates all the way down your chest. “Make sure to use protection, Geto will try to convince you he doesn’t need it.”

Satoru growls and turns on his heels, slamming his door harshly when Geto’s only response was a smirk and satisfied, taunting sparkle in his eyes. 

He seethes as he throws his bag to the ground, jealousy rampant that you were free to be loved by him and resentment burning that Geto may have ruined his new hope for happiness.

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Tara/fem!Reader

Summary: You get kidnapped by ghost face

Warnings: torture but it doesn’t really go into detail, angst

WC; 5.1k

Author note: not proofread, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes in advanced. hope you enjoy:)

"Tara I'll only be gone for the weekend. I'll be back Monday morning."

"But why can't I go with you."

"You have that exam tomorrow and you can't miss it. I'll be back before you know it." You zipped up your bag and turned around to see the adorable pouty of face of your best friend. You smiled and walked towards her.

"You won't even notice I'm gone. Plus didn't Mindy say she set you up on a date with someone?" You tried to hid the sadness in your voice at the mere thought of Tara going on a date with someone. You spent most of your friendship with Tara hiding your feelings from her. And you had to give your self credit. You were great at hiding your feelings.

"Ugh yes. She's setting me up with this guy from one of her classes." She rolled her eyes as she helped you with your bag. Packing the spare of glasses you had, she knew how you'd always tended to misplace them. "But I don't have to go. I haven't said yes. And I'd also rather spend my time with you. Your parents love me"

"I would like for you come with but Sam would probably kill me if you miss that final tomorrow. You can come with me next time." You offered ignoring the way your heart thumped in your ears at mention of her rather spending her time with you.

"I called you an Uber so you didn't have to take a taxi. And it's five minutes away." Quinn said as she stood next your open door. Leaning on the door as she smiled at you.

"Thanks Quinn. You didn't have t-Don't worry about it babe. You know you got a special place in my heart." You took a glance at Tara only to see her smile no longer there, replaced with a scowl as she looked at your guys roommate.

"Okay well thanks Quinn. I'll be down in a bit."

She smiled and winked at you, "It's a black SUV Cadillac." Then she walked away. Leaving you and Tara in what felt like awkward silence.

"Come on. Walk me out?"

"You sure you don't want Quinn to do that. You two have grown close." She spoke in an annoyed tone. Her eyes still starting at the spot where Quinn once stood.

"Tara." You sighed gently taking the your bag that Tara still held and slinging it over your shoulder. "Come on. I want you to walk me out." You held out your hand for her to take. You watched as her annoyance melted away, she took your hand and led you out of your room with a huff.

"Bye guys. I'll see on Monday. Where's Ethan?" You waved only to stop when your best friend wasn't in the room. You had met Ethan at the very start of the year and grew close, having the same hobbies. You two bonded for your shared love over video games.

"He said he had a study group he couldn't miss. He told me to tell you he'll miss you and to bring him something." Quinn spoke from her spot on the couch where she sat in between Chad and Anika. Sam and Mindy were in the kitchen making dinner.

"Bye Y/nn have a safe trip." Sam smiled sharing quick hug. She had known you for quite a while. She also cared deeply about you, seeing as she knew you from such a young age. She also knew how you were in love with her younger sister. She had promised not to say anything but she had tried to push you into telling her. Even going as far as trying to get her sister to tell you about her feelings. After the murders of Woodsboro 2022 not only had she become protective of her family. But so did you. Especially over Tara. She had watched how you watched over Tara after she was attacked. Going as far as staying at the hospital. She watched how you did everything in your power to make sure Tara was safe.

The rest of your friends said their goodbyes and you made your way out of the apartment with Tara. The short brunette kept your hand in hers as she lead you down the steps on to the side walk in front the of apartment complex. You saw the black SUV a man wearing a black yankee hat and a black face mask was in the driver seat with the passenger seat window down.

"For Y/n?"

"Yea that's me. Can I get a second?" You asked the man, he nodded and shot you a thumbs up.

"I don't want you to go." You heard Tara mumble as she leaned into the arm she was still holding.

"Tar it's only three days." You pulled her into a hug, she buried her face into your chest her arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You both stayed there for what felt like forever. Before pulling away. She looked up at you through her eyelashes.

"I'll always notice when you're gone." She said in a soft voice.

"I'll be back first thing Monday morning. I have to go. I'll be back before you know it." Without thinking you leaned down kissed the top of her head. You watched as her eyes widen and her cheeks turn pink. Yours for sure doing the same.

"Uh bye Tar."

*

You sat in the back of suv with your cheeks still feeling warm. You leaned back in the seat and looked down at your phone. The lock screen being of Tara and you at Disney land, Tara had the Mickey Mouse ears and you had your Goofy hat. Both of you smiling at the camera as Sam took the picture. The ping coming your phone notifying you of a new message

Tara: I miss you already :(

A smiled made its way on to your face. You opened the message and typed out response but before you can hit send. The driver spoke up.

"So Y/n, what's your favorite scary movie?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts, your head almost getting whiplash at how fast you looked at the driver.

"E-Excuse me? What did-Mmh!!" You were cut off by someone emerging from the back seat. You tried to fight him off only for you freeze momentarily when you saw who it was.

Ghostface.

He jumped over the seat making you unfreeze as you tried to fight him off. Your glasses flying off your face with punches you were receiving, making your vision impaired. The blurry figure of ghost face moved fast. The driver continued to drive like like nothing was wrong. You noticed that the ghostface didn't have his knife which had you confused but you didn't stop fighting. He punched you repeatedly. You were growing weaker by the second. With a final punch to your face you were knocked out.

*

As you came to, you felt the throb of pain shooting through out your skull. Your blurry vision in no way helping the pain in your head. The panic settled in when you remembered what happened. Ghostface was back.

"Wakey. Wakey Y/n. You don't want to miss all the fun. Do you?"

You registered that you were tied to chair and tape was covering your mouth. There were two ghost faces standing in front of you. You breathing became quicker as your eyes filled with tears.

You pulled on the restraints that held your wrists the handles of the chair. But the rope that had you tied down only tighten the more you moved. One of the figures moved towards, you tried to move away from the knife he held but it was no use.

You couldn't do anything but cry in pain when the knife was brought down.

*

I miss you already :(

Read 5:39pm

Three hours passed since you left and Tara kept looking at her phone. You had yet to respond to her message, you clearly read it she had seen the bubbles appear. Meaning you were going to respond but the message never came. It wasn't like you to not respond. She sat back in her seat, her friends and herself had a movie night and she couldn't take her mind off you.

"I'm sure she'll answer once she gets off the plane. You know how paranoid she gets when she's on a plane. Phone is in airplane mode and her headphones on full blast. Swear that girl says hates planes cause of final destination but still gets on them." Chad joked as he ate the popcorn Sam had made.

"Oh my god remember when there was turbulence on flight here?" Mindy laughed at the thought of how scared you were. Tara couldn't help but giggle.

"Man who knew she had such a strong grip. Swear my hand hasn't been the same since." Chad shook his hand that you once had in a death grip. He remembered how much it hurt. But you had been so scared, and he wanted to comfort his best friend.

"Chad you literally had tears in your eyes." Mindy laughed even harder. "That's what you get for stealing Tara's seat."

Tara finally relaxed in her seat, she knew exactly how you get when you'd go on a plane. By the time she wakes up Friday morning she'd have a text from you.

*

When she woke the first thing she did was reach for her phone. Expecting a text from you but when she saw that she had no notification from you she sat up. Her concern coming in ten fold. She pressed on your contact and waited for you to pick up your phone.

"Hey this is Y/n sorry I can't get to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the-Hey just wanted to know if you got home safe. Call me when you get a chance."

It has been approximately 15 hours since you left. The flight was only going to be a six hour flight. You had more than enough time to text her back.

"Still no response?"

Tara looked up from her phone to see her sister standing at the door way of her room. Tara went to respond when her phone binged. Her eyes snapping to the phone in her hand.

Y/nn<3: hey sorry I didn't call. I crashed as soon as I got home and my phone was dead when I got home. My parents say hi but I can't really talk right now. I'll call as soon as I can. Good luck on the exam today. I know you'll do great :) ps I miss you more <3

Tara smiled letting her shoulders drop and the concern she felt before wash away.

Okay call me when you get a chance and tell your parents I said hi as well. Ps not possible I miss you way more

"Great she responded, now get ready for school. You have an exam today." With that Tara got ready for the day. The day would be a long one since you weren't there with her.

*

After the fight with her sister Tara had dropped in her bed with a deep sigh. She hated fighting with her sister. But sometimes Sam was just a bit over protective. It was something that she understood but if annoyed her just the same.

She wanted nothing more than to have you here. You were not even gone for a day and she missed you way too much already.

*

You had felt pain before. You were stabbed the year before by Sam's crazy boyfriend. He only got to stab you once before you got the upper hand and kicked his knee in. But this pain. It was a type of pain that had your vision go dark, but then it felt like lights in this old place seem way too bright.

"You will the same pain you made him feel."

The voice behind the mask said. You didn't have the slightest clue on what he was talking about. From the lights you could see you noticed that one of figures was shorter than the other two. It's exactly what you needed, there were three of them.

*

"-Okay. You're alibis check out. You're friends as well. You have another roommate correct? Y/n Y/ln." Detective Bailey said as he sorted out his paperwork that was in front of him.

"Yea but she left to visit family for the weekend." Tara said leaning forward. Not understanding why the detective was bringing you up. You were no where near New York to be brought up and she was grateful. That she knew you were safe and nowhere ear this again.

"A flight to California is that right?"

"Yes, why are you bringing her up. She's not even in the same state right now?" Sam stared down the detective.

"How well do you know Ms.Y/ln?"

"Since grade school. Now tell us what does Y/n have to do with this." Tara demanded to know.

"Her dna was found in the bodega. Y/n never arrived at the airport, she wasn't on flight Thursday afternoon. So I ask again. How well do you know her?"

"W-What? No no she texted me said that she was already in California. She wouldn't lie to me." The young Carpenter rejected the mere thought of you wanting to kill Sam, your friends, her. No you wouldn't.

Right?

*

"Well then where is she Sam. I just got off the phone with her mom. They haven't seen her. She wasn't on the plane heading back home." Tara paced in the safety of her living room. After being attacked they settled in their apartment. They searched your room for any sign of where you could be but came up empty handed. Everyone had tried to call you but you never answered your phone. It would go straight to voicemail.

With all blame for the murders not only falling on Sam's shoulders but yours as well. The situation was becoming even more stressful.

"I don't know Tara. I don't know."

The five in the room jumped at the sound of Tara's phone ringing. They looked at her phone and saw the contact picture of you popping up. Tara wasted no time to answer the phone.

"Y/n! Where the hell are you-Oh Tara, you dumb little thing. Y/n isn't here or maybe she is and she's been stringing you along. Or maybe I'm Y/n. It wouldn't be the first time someone you love tries to kill you, now would it."

"Y/n wouldn't do this."

"You sure about that."

Tara looked down at the phone when ghostface hung up. Everything in her was telling her that you would never do this to her. You wouldn't. But there was little part of her that was telling her that it was true.

"Hey we've known Y/n since we were babies. She loves you too much to do this. No, there has to be a different explanation for why ghostface has her phone." Chad said in not believing for one second you could be part of this deranged persons team.

"Wait doesn't-Guys, what the hell."

The four walked out of the kitchen, towards the living room where Anika turned up the volume. The five watched how the blame for the murders where placed on Sam and Y/n. And how Sam almost attacked a girl the night before. How the murders of Woodsboro 2022 were also blamed on Sam. They watched how the reporter not only victimized Richie but dragged Sam's and Y/n's name as well.

Sam took the control away from Anika and turned off the tv. She stormed away and sat the kitchen table.

The three teens watched how Tara tried her best to comfort her sister. Trying to push the worry she felt for you aside.

The five in room not aware of the danger lurking in the room across the hall.

*

The throbbing pain coming from your knee was becoming worse. One of the ghost faces had broken your knee. They had the cut you and beat you but the worst pain of it all was the knee.

"Are you ready Y/n. You won't believe it but your group of friends has become unfortunately small."

"Leave them alone you bitch! I'll kill you. I'll-You won't do anything. Want to know why. Cause when they find you. You will be dead. Just another name added to my list. But don't worry. They'll see your final moments after all."

You didn't know they had been recording, but all you cared for was your friends. Tara. You felt your eyes fill with tears. You hated not being there for her or Sam. You only hoped that they were okay.

You could only hope.

*

The group watched how all the ghost face costumes were on display. They had made it an abandoned movie theater. All the evidence collected from past attacks.

"What's in the box? It's huge." Ethan walked up towards the wooden large box. "You think we could get it open?" He looked around trying to find something to open the box with. "I mean we don't know where Y/n is. She could be behind th-Don't you fucking dare." Tara stared daggers at the taller boy.

"I'm just saying Tara. Has anyone seen or heard from her? She's gone completely M.I.A. I love her but it's weird. The cops can't find her, her parents don't know where she's at. And to top it all off she goes missing the day the killings start. The knifes go missing from the kitchen, a kitchen Y/n used frequently. It's-Stop talking Ethan." This time it was Sam that cut him off. Sam loved you dearly, she had known you since you were a kid. You were too sweet of a kid to do something like this.

But the question still stood. Where were you.

*

"You know you always had a special spot in my heart."

The words rang through your head. Your blurry vision became cleared when the figure put something on your face. Your eyes widen in disbelief at who was standing in front of you. They had taken off their mask and were now just standing there.

Quinn.

She swung the pipe hitting you in the head before you could actually say anything.

You weren't sure how much time passed. When you woke up you were somewhere dark. You couldn't see anything. You could still feel the cloth tide over your mouth, the pain coming from the side of your head. But now you could also feel something covering your whole face. You could barely feel the your leg and you were afraid on what that could mean.

You could faintly hear muffled voices. And then gunshots. Making you flinch at the loud noise. You heard noises around you and then suddenly, light that you were able to see through the bag since it wasn't that thick.

"We have a few more surprises for you both actually. It was so easy. Having the blame not only on Sam but also her."

You felt someone touch your shoulder making you flinch harder than before. The bag than lifted from your head making squint your eyes a bit at the bright lights. You wheezed out, when they roughly grabbed you by the hair making you look up.

"Y/n?!"

At the sudden voice your eyes connected to the deep brown eyes that you loved so much. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to get to you.

"Q-Qui-Now Now don't spoil the surprise." You watched as Sam and Tara's eyes widen at the site of you. They looked at the person behind you gasped when you only assumed that they took off their mask.

"Mindy was right." You looked up only to a person you considered a best friend. Heart breaking when Ethan ranted about killing Chad. "I mean it was fun. But it was more fun torturing you." You hissed when he pulled your hair harder, head tilted back as he taunted you with the knife.

"Get away from her." Tara lunged forward but was stopped by Sam. She cried at the sight of you. You were covered in blood, cuts, bruises. And she could see how bad you leg looked.

"Speaking of Families. My name isn't Ethan Landry. Is it dad?"

"Dad?"

"Hey roomies. You didn't see that one coming " Quinn smiled evilly. A chuckle escaped her mouth at the shocked expressions on the Carpenters sister's face.

You watched as they argued, Ethan..or what ever his name was no longer behind you. While they did their monologue, you tried to use this time to escape the ropes. The little fight you had left growing just a bit, when the three insane killers circled the two sisters. You had known that they were going to avenge their dead brother. You didn't know that it was Richie they were talking about. You looked to your side to faintly see a blonde woman crawling towards you.

She slowly and quietly cut the ropes tying your legs. Careful not to touch your bad leg. She then moved to your wrists. Slipping something medal in your hands.

"Hide it. I'm gonna try to distract them. Oh and here figured these could help. They're broken but it'll have to do." Kirby put the glasses on your face. She had found them laying around. She knew they belonged to you the moment she saw them. She has seen the pictures of you and your friends. The frames being way too similar for them not to be yours. The glass was cracked and scratched.

You tried to move but you had to stop at the pain coming from your leg. Your head snapping up when you heard gun shots. You watched as the detective was shot, Quinn was hit in the face with a brick by Tara. Who then tried to run towards you but was tripped when a hand grabbed her ankles.

"Tara! Sam!" Sam looked up from stabbing Ethan, towards you. She then moved to you. Stopping when you shook your head, "Help Tara, I can't move. Here." You threw her the gun Kirby gave you. She looked uncertain of leaving you but with a yelp coming from her sister she turned and ran towards her.

You attempted once again to move. Using the arm rests of the chair to pull yourself up. Biting your lip at the pain coursing through your body. From the corner of your eye you saw the detective get up, picking up his gun and then aiming at Tara and Sam. You had failed to notice that they had made it on the top balcony. You could only watch as Tara dangled from the top, Sam trying her best to pull her back up. Ethan was just below Tara swiping his knife at her. You limped your way to him. Using anything to to put your weight on. Picking up the a pipe on the way. Once you were right behind him you swung it as hard you can, Tara falling at the same moment. With the force of the swing causing you fall. Tara used the knife Sam gave her to stab Ethan through the mouth.

"Now die a fucking virgin."

"Baby." She quickly shifted toward you. Cupping your cheeks as she cried. Looking over your body at the damage done by people she trusted. "Oh y/n. You're going to be okay. Just-just keep your eyes open."

"Tara...y-you're bleeding."

Letting a tearful chuckle the brunette wiped your tears away. "So are you dumbass."

With a painful laugh you reached up wiping her tears away. "I m-missed you." You mumbled, your eyes growing heavy by the second. The energy you once had fading away. The exhaustion from the passed days coming to in waves.

"No no keep your eyes open. Come on baby. Look at me. Please."

Both of you flinching at the sound of glass and wood breaking. You moved your head slightly to see Sam and Quinn's dad on the floor.

"Go-go help her."

"You keep your fucking eyes open. You hear me. Please keep them open. I'll be right back." She leaned down kissing you the lips. Even in this light when she pulled away from you, you saw the blush on her cheeks. You cracked a smile at the sight.

"Yes ma'am."

*

Tara had been pissed when she returned to you to find you unconscious. Worried but pissed. So angry that she bursted into tears. Sam had to pull her away from your body letting the paramedics help you. Sam had watched as they rushed you away. Sam held Tara tighter as her sister tried to get to you. Her arm burning as she held her younger sister.

Now they sat in the waiting room. Waiting for any news on you and Chad. They both had gotten stitches on their wounds. Mindy and Danny sat with them. Sidney had called them to make sure they were alright. At the news that they were alright Sidney was on the next flight to New York. The older woman wanted to be there but she also had her own family to look after.

"Family of Y/n Y/ln and Chad Meeks Martin?"

The four shot up from their seats. "Please tell me they're okay." Tara begged, tears streaming down her cheeks

"Yes. They'll pull through."

The group of friends cheered tears of joy and pure relief. Danny pulled the three girls in a big bear hug. The three woman cried in the mans chest.

"The good news for Mr.Meeks is that the knife missed all the vital organs. He'll make a speedy recovery once all the stitches are out." The group nodded taking every word in. Thankful that Chad would be alright.

"Ms.Y/ln on the other hand and multiple cuts and bruises. She has minor concussion as well. But that's not what we were worried about. When Ms.Y/ln was brought her left leg was in horrible shape. Her knee was broken for at least two days. When she was brought in it was deeply infected due to the lack of treatment. Due to the infection, it had stopped blood flow to the that leg. Which caused what we call tissue death..requiring an amputation."

*

The bright lights form the ceiling were the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. You felt nauseous, dizzy and numb all around. It felt like you couldn't move. The pain you once felt, you barely feel now. The more you came to, the more you realized that you were on a hospital. You also now felt a hand holding yours. It was warm and small. You recognized the hand instantly. Looking towards the direction of the hand, a small smile made its way to your face at what you saw. She was bit blurry due to you not having your glasses, but nevertheless she was still beautiful. You could tell that she was sleeping and not knowing what she's been through, you didn't want to wake her.

"Hey, you're awake." You heard the older Carpenter's voice. You turned to the sound of her voice and saw her figure standing by the bed. You saw her dig in her bag, pulling out a black box.

You smiled when she put on your spare glasses. "Thanks Sammy."

She chuckled and shook her head. "You're welcome. Now how are you feeling?" She realized that you haven't noticed that your leg wasn't, well there. And she didn't know how to tell you. She looked at her sister who was still asleep. For the past 24 hours that you've been unconscious Tara did not want to leave your side. Sam didn't want to leave her sister so she had Danny go to her place and pack them a change of clothes and other things they could possibly need. She knew she could trust him. He had tried so hard to make sure they were all okay.

"I'm feel a little sore and loopy but other than that I feel okay." You whispered back. "What about you guys. Are you guys okay?"

"Everyone is okay. Chad is a floor down with Mindy. Hell pull through. Tara and I are fine just a few stitches and bruises. You just focus on yourself. I'm going go get a doctor. I'll be right back. I'm so glad you're okay." She leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You offered a small smile. Your mind hazy from the drugs pumping into your blood stream.

"Hey you're awake." At the sound of the sudden voice. You looked at Tara who was now wide awake. She looked at you with tears in her eyes. The relief shown in her face at sight of you awake. "Thank god you're awake. I was so scared." She held your hand tightly as she brought it up to her lips.

"I'm-Ms.Y/ln you're awake. How are you feeling?" The doctor came in with a smile as he looked at you. Sam was close behind him as she moved to stand behind Tara.

"Sore, a little loopy. My leg kinda hurts but it's more of a sting." Your hand moved to touch your left leg but was stopped by Tara. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and she didn't meet your eyes.

"Y/n, you had a broken knee from what we saw the broken bone was left untreated for quite awhile. It was left unclean which led to an infection, this caused blood flow to stop traveling to your knee. Ms.Y/ln we had to amputate your left leg due to the dead tissue-"

You sat up ignoring the pain at the movement. The stitches on your stomach pulling. The three in front of you tried to stop you but couldn't. The doctor called for a nurse to get a sedative. Your eyes widen in shock and horror when you pulled back the blanket to see the leg stump. You could faintly hear the heart monitor connected to you pick up. Then followed a tiny sting coming from your arm. You looked to your side to see a nurse, you looked back at Tara who looked at you with so much guilt and sadness. Your world faded once again.

Tara stood as she watched as you fall in to unconsciousness. She knew things wouldn't be the same for you. She knew that it'd take time for you to heal mentally and physically.

She planned to be by your side throughout the journey.

***

:)

[serxinns]

I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAA!!!

okay so like, what if there was a reader who was like really happy-go-lucky and kind and what-not but when it comes to battle or sparing they are a BEAST!!! i mean DISRESPECTFUL, folding people like HOT OMELETS IN A PAN! i also like to think what if this reader has a quirk thats like toph from atla and they know like reaaaally rare earth bending techniques like bone-bending and lava bending. how do you think yandere class 1a would react?

btw you dont have to write anything 4 this(though it would be a bit cool if u did, no pressure ofc!!!) i just wanted to share the thoughts in my noggin

(NOTTHEHOTOMELETOMG 😭 y'all are insane)

•You had a very powerful quirk which was earth bending you had telekinesis and were able to control earth like dirt, and sand, and mentally your quirk was considered dangerous and very powerful but despised that you were the exact opposite you were a happy full of life always smiles and your classmates and some of the teachers love about you

•Your classmates would do anything to protect that beautiful smile of yours they would even fight to the death if that was the final result to make you happy, even in the darkest times you still were always positive and made everyone's day whenever someone was down you made them happy with your silly jokes and encouragement

•you got along very well with the happy, and chaotic ones (Ochako, Kiri, Izuku, Sato, etc) izuku Was writing down everything about your amazing power he wishes to be a hero with you and to always protect you from wicked villains so he can be called your hero or how Kirishima would be your number one "Fan" whenever he always feel insecure your encouragement and compliments motivate him on making him blush making him mumble about how manly you are

•And You got along with the quiet ones as well (Shoto, Jirou, Kota, and Shoji, etc.) Jirou and you would join in and sing happy tunes and talk about your favorite genre and Shoto wanting to have his private therapy section with you because he's memorized your positive aura and words Kota loves when you hang out with his animals he almost cried tears of joy when he saw his pet rabbit resting on your lap he is just in AWE he took a lot of photos that day

•Now nobody saw you angry heck is it even possible to make you angry one time a person rudely shoved you all you did was shrugged it off and hummed your tune, If you were so close to winning a game and you lost at the last second you still would just be like "Oh well!" and just play it again, everyone was curious to see that unknown side was but didn't matter to them sicje they like seeing your smile

That's what they all thought

•One day you were fighting some villain for stealing some money when all of a sudden the villain punched you in the face you were ok and quickly recovered from it but you were PISSED because they broke your favorite hero helmet, you quickly zoomed over trying to hunt that villain down and beat the absolute SHIT out of them while saying saying words that they didn't expect for you to say such vulgar words

•Bakugo wasn't even shocked this dude was cheering for you while the rest of the squad jaws were wide open

•iida was even speechless he didn't even try to stop you just...observed you he was more worried for you then the poor dude gets beat

•Kirishima was just a mess he thinks your a absolute badass, He honestly loved this side of you

•Ochako was just eyes was just sparkling she wanted to hug you right you right then and there and asked to marry you

•While Izuku was shocked he was secretly fanboying dude was writing down this whole new side while giggling to himself he was gonna ask you a lot of questions after this

Aizawa was just shocked while the mic was paranoia mic was begging Shouta to use his bandages on you to restrain you but aizawa was just smirking telling him "Wait wait just a little more" but he had to restrain you cause he didn't want you to kill the poor dude

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 8

Time for another WIP Wednesday! Hope you enjoy.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

First, Previous

Word Count: 1.3k

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Bart grinned. “Well, we’ll just have to take those odds! So, now that we’ve got the basics down, we’re going out there to help, right?”

Sam snorted. “Not like we could keep Danny out of it if we tried. But you guys don’t have to. You can just go to bed.”

Danny sighed. “School tomorrow is gonna suck.”

Tim shook his head. “Aren’t you gonna call out?”

“No?” replied Danny. “How could I? Mom and Dad would never let me call out just because of some ghosts and they won’t know I’ll have been out all night.”

“Would they even notice if you call yourself out? Or ask Jazz to do it?”

Danny snorted. “School is about the only thing they notice. Look, I’ll be fine. I’ll fall asleep in English. Probably get another detention. I’ve A plusses in algebra and chemistry, so those teachers don’t care when I fall asleep. I’m a known slacker in gym. History is after lunch, so I’ll be able to stay awake for that. I’ve got this. It’ll be fine.”

“Danny…” And here Tim had thought his schooling was a disaster.

“Don’t, Tim. Now,” Danny forced his voice to be more cheerful as he changed the subject, “if you’re all joining me, we’ve got three thermoses. I get one. The rest of you can fight over the other two.”

Tim waved his hand. “I want one!”

Tucker sat down on the floor. “I’m out. Unlike someone, I need to sleep before class in—” he checked his PDA “—seven hours.”

Sam let out a yawn. “Yeah, I’m with Tuck on this one. We’re taking your bed, Danny. When was the last time you changed your sheets?”

Danny shrugged. “Dunno. I think Jazz got to them last week. Or was that the week before?”

“Right. We know where the spares are. Come on, Tuck.”

“Wait, if you’re staying here," said Danny, "any chance you can fix up Cassie, Bart, and Conner’s phone before you go to bed?”

Tucker shrugged. “Sure. Should be able to do at least two of them. You haven’t moved any of the tools, have you?”

“Left some of them out on the desk, but they’re there.”

“All right. Everyone! Pass me your phones. I’ll get at least two of them working tonight.”

Conner passed his over, but said, “Focus on Cassie’s and Bart’s. They’ve more people who will be worried about them and I’ve no doubt Bruce told Clark where I am and he has Tim’s number.”

“Will do!”

Bart handed his over. “Thanks, dude. You really don’t have to if it’s too much trouble.”

“Nah. After how much Danny and I messed with ecto-contaminating electronics, I could do this in my sleep.”

Sam snorted. “Well, if you don’t get started, you’ll be putting that claim to the test. Come on, tech boy. Let’s get going.”

“Sleep well!” Cassie called out after them.

“Don’t let the ghosts bite,” added Danny.

Sam huffed a laugh in a way that told Tim she’d heard the joke more than a few times before. Tucker didn’t even react and just kept walking.

“So…” started Conner once they were alone, “should we suit up?”

Danny hesitated. “If you do, Sam and Tuck will know your identities.”

Everyone looked to Tim. He chewed his lip. On the one hand, Sam and Tucker had known and kept Danny’s secret for months. But they did tend to get in arguments and make problems worse based on storied Danny had shared. But his friends had bonded rather quickly with the Amity trio and Conner, at least, definitely needed more friends their age.

“Our goals for tonight are evacuation and limiting property damage. Ambulances still can’t get into the downtown area and victims can’t escape. They’ll trust us more if we’re in costume. And at the end of the day, people’s safety is the most important. Danny, can you promise me Sam and Tucker can keep our secrets.”

“I promise, Tim. They’ll keep it as well, no better, than mine.”

Tim really hoped he was making the right choice even as he nodded. “Then let’s suit up. Where can we do that unseen?”

“Oh, that part’s easy!” said Danny. “You can change in the spare bedroom and I’ll just fly you all out invisibly and drop you off downtown.”

“Can you carry all of us?” asked Tim. “Have you ever tested your super strength?”

“Kon and I can fly ourselves,” added Cassie. “What do you need to transfer your invisibility?”

“Indirect contact should be fine. So I can carry Tim and Bart and if you each hold hands with one of them, it should work.”

“I don’t like ‘shoulds,’” said Tim. “Let’s test it.”

“Fair enough.” Danny moved until he was standing between Tim and Bart and wrapped an arm around each of them before lifting them into the air.

“Holy shit,” whispered Bart.

Tim couldn’t help but agree. He’d flown many times with Conner or Cassie or even Clark. But it never felt like this. The pull of gravity was always present and something he could feel. Yet with Danny? There was no gravity. Being in the air felt as normal as being on the ground. And Danny’s arm around his chest was warm and solid.

“What?” asked Danny. “Haven’t you flown with one of your teammates before?”

Tim couldn’t hold back a laugh. This was amazing. “Their flight doesn’t entirely cancel out gravity like yours does. Can we go out for fun before we leave? This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“Sure thing, Secrets. Whatever you want.”

“Thanks, Polaris.” The news report still playing on the computer brought him back to the present. “But that’s a discussion for later. Sorry for getting distracted. Kon? Cassie? Grab our hands. Let’s see if this works.”

Turned out that not only could Danny make them all invisible and intangible, but his anti-gravity style flight would apply to everyone as well. Apparently flight wasn’t something that required super strength and Tim was definitely updating Danny’s power profile because this was unbelievable. He wanted to run so many tests.

It took five minutes to strip out of their protective gear and turn off the computer, then another ten to change into costume. Most of their bags had been stored in the guest room already.

During that time, Bart claimed the last thermos and they split into teams of two. Robin and Superboy would help ambulances and emergency vehicles get in and out of downtown safely and Impulse and Wonder Girl would help evacuation downtown. Phantom would stay downtown and try to figure out if the portals could be closed preventing more ghosts from crossing over.

Danny went back to his room to grab earpieces that could be used as communicators and ask Sam to turn the ghost shield back on in five minutes, then they were flying back to the scene of the attack.

It felt so much better to be back in costume and ready to do something. Though he was definitely going to have to ask Danny for the specs to the ghost weapons. Next time he came to visit, they’d be in Robin’s colors.

The chaos in the downtown area had gotten much worse in the time they’d been gone sorting out weaponry and plans. Most businesses sported broken windows and cars were overturned on the street. Half the people appeared to be overshadowed and the other half were cowering and hiding.

Danny set them down carefully and Bart immediately disappeared to find those who were trapped.

“I’ll go check out the portal and let you know what I find.”

“Very good, Phantom. We’ll do what we can on the ground. If you see something that needs our attention, let us know.”

Danny gave him a salute. “Will do, Robin.”

“All right, you two ready?”

“Always,” said Conner.

“We’ve faced worse odds,” added Cassie.

“Then let’s get going.” This was going to be a very long night.

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Next

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[foryiujeans]

strawberry milk.

synopsis. it was a habit of him bringing strawberry milk wherever he goes until one day he spills it on his crush.

pairings. shy!han yujin x crush!femreader.

warnings. none.

word count. 1.4k

general taglist. @forsobeans

“you have a crush on her?”

“hyung!” yujin whisper-yelled with wide eyes, “be quiet!”

him and his close friends and fellow dance members, gyuvin and gunwook, had stepped into the empty dance studio where he would soon be having practice with the rest of the team who would be arriving just any minute. this team included him, gyuvin and gunwook, along with four others, called junhyeon, hanbin, zhanghao and his crush, you.

han yujin was basically a normal type of student in the academy yet, so many were fawn of him although he was a shy fragile student.

the dark haired male surely had a huge crush on his classmate — y/n l/n. she was a bubbly girl who was friendly and also loved by many just like yujin. he never thought he’d would hold such giddy feelings towards someone. you were absolutely like a goddess to him.

gunwook shivered, “she’s pretty nice but when i saw that she was hanbin’s best friend, you’ll be dead meat if you mess with her.”

yujin held onto the strawberry milk carton in his hand, gently sipping on it with his cheeks that were bright red after imagining his crush in front of him. it was a daily routine for yujin to bring around a strawberry milk, it was a drink that always made him feel energetic throughout the day.

“i’m just gonna throw this away.” yujin says and watched the two friend nod before he went out of the dance practice room.

as he tries to step out of the room, he felt his hand collided with someone’s arm, causing his strawberry milk to jump out of his hand. he looks up and sees a familiar face he swore he could faint from embarrassment.

you were standing in front of him with zhanghao and sung hanbin behind you. face shocked by the sudden feeling of cold liquid through your shirt. your eyes met his hazel ones which were wide open by the spilling he had done.

“y-y/n, i’m so sorry!,” he stammered, quickly searching for tissues in his pocket, “i didn’t see you!”

he offers you his sanrio pack of tissues, making you take it. yujin wanted to cry and run away from you out of shame. the accidental spill on his own crush made him surprised.

“yujin, it’s fine. i have a bunch of spare shirts, it’s not like the end of the world.” the smile you gave him almost caused him to melt.

gunwook and gyuvin both rushed to the door after hearing the collision, eyeing the both of you awkwardly and seeing yujin’s tomato-like red face with you smiling and holding his hands together while forgiving him.

gyuvin was close to burst into laughter but had kept it in with pursing lips, “y/n, you should go change before he breaks down.”

a laugh escapes your lips, “sure, see you inside hao and bin.”

the two boys then went in together with the rest of the boys with yujin eyeing you from behind in an apologetic face. his hand gripping the end of gunwook’s shirt, waiting for you to change before class starts.

he then started hearing the loud teasings of the four males for spilling his daily milk on his favourite person. yujin’s hair covered his eyes, shadowing his view with the strands of his baby hairs.

the door then opened, viewing you in a brand new black shirt with shorts, holding onto your phone. you walked in with wang zihao who you had met in the hallway to announce things for the dance lesson today since the choreographer was late.

“hi guys, choreographer is late today but you should do some warming up,” he smiles, “he had assigned two people for a duet choreographed by themselves which is yujin and y/n, okay my krumping class is starting, see ya.”

you had shared eye contact with the male who had spilled his milk on you across your figure, who was leaning against the mirror.

"hey y/n?"

"hm?" you hum. "you need something, yujin?" you ask as you looks up at him. you can see the adoration in his eyes as he stares at you. your stare makes him look away, cheeks blushing bright pink.

“i-i’m really sorry for spilling milk on you so, i bought a strawberry milk for y-you.” he rubs the back of his head.

“and since we’re togeth- wait no! we’re in a duet together, i think we should discuss about it.”

you chuckle at him. then you felt something was placed on your hand. you crossed your eyes to look at your hand, mouth agape. then, you see that his hand was beside yours once he sat down beside you in hesitation.

"we should compare hand sizes."

he averted his gaze from the mirror and raised an eyebrow at the you lounging beside him. "really?"

you hummed, taking his hand in yours to see such a big difference between your small short slender fingers with his slim tall ones, intertwining them together which he looked at you in surprise.

the cool air conditioner ruffled his fluffy hair, and he bit down on the urge to run his free hand through the soft strands. it was a beautiful memory, really, watching you be at peace with nary a care in the world.

tucking your knees under your chin, you rested your cheek on them. "did you run out of ideas already?"

"old is gold.," he quipped, finally sliding his eyes to meet yours. a mischievous smile adorned your lips as you said, "though we can try something else if you want; how do you feel about comparing feet sizes?"

“y-y/n!” he stutters in shock.

a laugh escapes you and gripping his hand tighter in yours which was resting on the cold wooden floor, “come on, i have loads of ideas and a song in mind.”

seeing and feeling you tug his hand, you had stood up and offered him a smile which he slowly returned and stood up with you. he felt his friends eyes behind him with the quiet whisper-laughs and teasing. yujin only smiled to himself, watching you type the song on the laptop.

this happened all because of a strawberry milk.

a/n ! thank you so much for reading and giving me requests. i’m thankful that you guys enjoyed reading it and giving all the notes and support. i do not own any characters, music or pics given, will definitely work harder for the next ones !

signing out, miaaa hihi !

[crossfandomskylines]

In the Space Between: Chapter 4

Other Chapters:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Glen takes Gabby on their first official date and it's more than she could have anticipated. A night filled with small surprises that deepen their connection, from burgers and milkshakes to a private movie screening under the stars. Glen's warmth and thoughtfulness make Gabby feel seen in a way she hasn't felt in a long time, and by the end of the evening, their easy laughter and quiet intimacy have her rethinking everything she thought she knew about dating in L.A.

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Brief touching under clothes but minimal.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs!

Tag List: @djs8891 @queenslandlover-93

The coffee shop hums quietly around Gabby as she leans over her notebook, deeply focused on memorizing her notes. Her hand moves swiftly as she writes, occasionally pausing to highlight something, her mind absorbed in the rhythm of studying.

Glen steps into the coffee shop and pauses, spotting her immediately. A smile tugs at his lips as he watches her, completely unaware of his presence, her brow furrowed in concentration. There’s something endearing about the way she’s so immersed in her work, completely blocking out the rest of the world.

After ordering his coffee, Glen walks over to her table. He’s hesitant to interrupt, so he softly says her name, “Gabby?”

She doesn’t seem to hear him, her attention fixed entirely on her notes. Glen chuckles to himself, and without thinking, he gently touches her shoulder. Gabby jumps, her pen flying out of her hand as she whips around, her eyes wide in surprise. Gabby’s initial surprise fades into a bright smile as she realizes it’s Glen standing in front of her. 

Without thinking, she pushes her chair back and stands up, wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug.

“Glen! I didn’t even know you were back in L.A.,” she says, unable to hide her excitement.

“Got in late last night,” he replies, returning the hug. “I wanted to catch up on sleep, but Brisket decided he was hungry so sleeping in didn’t happen. Decided I couldn’t resist stopping by for coffee.” He pulls back slightly, giving her an easy grin. “And seeing you here is definitely an upgrade to my morning.”

They both sit, and Gabby closes her notebook, feeling that a study break is exactly what she needs.

“So, how was New York?” she asks, leaning in, curious.

Glen chuckles, settling in and taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, New York was a whirlwind. I think I was in a car, on a red carpet, or in front of a camera for, like, 95% of it.”

Gabby laughs. “That sounds intense.”

“It was,” he says, nodding. “But there were some fun moments. Like, there was this one interview where they accidentally switched the cue cards, so I was being asked about some makeup brand collaboration instead of my movie.”

She gasps, stifling a laugh. “No way! What did you do?”

“Well, I tried my best to talk about ‘the importance of long-lasting wear’ and ‘a full-coverage look’ before the host realized the mistake and we both just lost it on live TV.”

Gabby laughs, picturing him trying to improvise makeup tips. “I would’ve loved to see that.”

“Oh, it’s probably on the internet somewhere,” he says, pretending to look horrified. “Anyway, I’ll spare you more of my boring stories. How have things been here?”

She shrugs, smiling. “Just the usual. Summer classes, studying, stressing over this upcoming test tomorrow…Nothing nearly as exciting as your life.”

“I don’t know. You’re here working towards your dream, right? I think that’s pretty amazing.”

His words send a warmth through her, and she glances down, a bit shy under his gaze. “Thanks, Glen.”

They share a quiet moment, her nerves easing under his encouraging smile.

Glen takes a sip of his coffee, a playful look in his eyes. “So… are you doing anything tomorrow?”

Gabby glances up, surprised by the question. “I have class until four, but after that, I’m pretty free. Why?”

He leans forward slightly, his tone softening. “Because I’d like to take you out. An actual date this time—none of this ‘I’m just cooking dinner’ stuff.” He grins. “I’ll pick you up, take you to dinner, and if things go well… maybe we do something afterward?”

She feels her cheeks flush as she absorbs his offer, warmth spreading at the thought of a real date with him. “You mean, like, a whole night together?”

“Exactly,” he says, his expression sincere. “You and me…I’d just really like to spend more time with you.”

Gabby hesitates, a nervous but excited smile on her face. “I’d love that, Glen.”

His eyes brighten, and he nods. “Good. I’ll pick you up at six?”

“Six works,” she replies, biting her lip to hide her smile.

They sit there for a moment, both smiling like they’re keeping a shared secret. Eventually, Glen leans back, looking at her warmly.

“Well, I better let you get back to studying,” he says reluctantly, though he makes no move to leave.

“Probably a good idea,” she laughs, but neither of them actually moves.

Finally, Glen sighs, looking down at his coffee cup as if pulling himself away takes all his willpower. “Alright, I’ll let you get back to it. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”

“I agree,” she whispers, still feeling the excitement of his invitation as he stands.

With a small wave, he heads toward the door, but not without giving her one last smile. As he disappears, Gabby finds herself beaming, her heart racing for reasons that have nothing to do with her studies.

* * * * *

Gabby unlocked the door to her apartment, kicking off her shoes and setting her keys on the small table by the entrance. She let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of her long day finally fall away. The evening’s plans floated to the forefront of her mind as she glanced at the clock. Just enough time to relax a bit before getting ready for her date with Glen.

She crossed the living room, eyeing the couch for a moment of blissful laziness when her phone buzzed in her bag. She pulled it out, noticing Glen’s name on the screen, and smiled as she answered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, you,” she greeted him, settling onto the couch with her legs tucked up.

“Hey yourself,” he replied, his voice warm and relaxed. “Just checking in. Are we still on for tonight?”

“Definitely,” she said, feeling a flutter of excitement that surprised her. “I just got home and was about to start getting ready. Are you still planning on 7?”

“Actually…” he hesitated, sounding almost a little amused, “I wrapped up earlier than expected and somehow beat traffic, so I’m already in your area.”

“Oh, really?” Gabby laughed, glancing around her apartment, trying not to think too hard about the cozy clutter.

“Yeah, wasn’t expecting to have this much time to kill,” Glen continued, “but I didn’t want to rush you. If it’s okay, I could swing by now—maybe just hang out while you finish getting ready?”

Gabby hesitated, thinking of her quick dash around her apartment that morning, but the idea of spending a little extra time with him sounded more appealing than anything else.

“That actually sounds great,” she replied, letting a bit of her excitement slip through. “I’ll make some coffee, or I might even have tea somewhere if you’re a tea guy.”

Glen chuckled. “Coffee works, thanks. I’ll be over in a few.”

“Perfect,” she said, feeling warmth rush to her cheeks. “See you soon.”

Gabby moved into the kitchen, grabbing her coffee canister and setting up the brewer, enjoying the familiar routine as she scooped coffee grounds. As the smell of brewing coffee began to fill the space, she glanced around her apartment, suddenly noticing the books scattered on her table, a hoodie draped over a chair, and a couple of notebooks stacked haphazardly by the couch.

She moved quickly, gathering the books and piling them neatly on a shelf, folding the hoodie and tossing it over the back of the chair. She was just smoothing the cushions on the couch when the buzzer sounded, sending a little spark of anticipation through her. She walked over to the call box, and pressed the button.

“Who is it?” she teased.

“It’s your early but very punctual date,” Glen’s voice crackled over the intercom, a hint of laughter in his tone.

She grinned and pressed the button to buzz him in. “Come on up.”

Leaving the door ajar, she took one last look around, fluffing her hair and hoping she looked at least somewhat put-together after a long day. She could hear his footsteps on the stairs, and her heart did a little flip at the sound. A moment later, Glen was at her door, looking relaxed but as handsome as ever in dark jeans and a casual, perfectly fitted navy button-down.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, her face lighting up as she opened the door wider.

“Hey yourself,” he replied with a grin, taking her in. 

Gabby laughed and gestured him inside. “Come on in.”

Glen stepped in and glanced around. “Nice place. You weren’t kidding—you live right in the heart of everything.”

“Yeah, I love it, even if it’s a bit small,” she admitted, closing the door behind him. “Just don’t judge the clutter.”

“Not at all,” he said, flashing her a reassuring smile. “My place is probably worse.”

After Gabby closed the door, Glen set the bag of snacks down on the counter and took a small step toward her, his smile softening.

"Come here," he murmured, opening his arms.

Gabby felt herself relax as she stepped into his embrace, his arms wrapping around her in a way that felt both comforting and effortless. He pulled her close, and she leaned into him, grateful for the warmth and calm he seemed to bring with him. Just as she was about to pull away, he brushed a gentle kiss on her cheek, lingering just enough to send a flutter through her stomach.

“Good to see you,” he said softly, his voice close to her ear.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her cheeks warm as she met his gaze. "You too," she replied, feeling a bit breathless. “Definitely needed this after today.”

“Glad I could help,” he said with a small grin. He took her in for a moment, his gaze soft, then nodded toward the coffee brewing behind her. “And this coffee already smells like it’s going to be the best part of my day.”

She chuckled, stepping back to lead him into the kitchen. They walked into the kitchen together, where she poured them each a mug. Handing him one, she leaned against the counter, watching as he took a sip.

“Thanks,” he said, nodding approvingly. “You make a mean coffee.”

“Only the best for my very punctual date,” she quipped, her nerves starting to ease up.

They shared a warm smile, and for a moment, all her stress from the day faded. Gabby set her mug on the counter, brushing her hands on her jeans. 

"I should probably go get changed and, you know, make myself somewhat presentable," she said with a small laugh.

Glen grinned and nodded, glancing down at his own button-up shirt. "Mind if I join you in the wardrobe change? I left an extra shirt in my truck, something a bit more casual."

“Not at all,” she replied, gesturing toward the door. “Feel free to grab the keys off the table by the door so you can get back in.”

“Perfect,” he said, picking up the keys with a quick smile before he headed out.

As soon as he closed the door, Gabby went into her room, slipping into a cute but casual outfit—a soft knit top with jeans and some small, gold hoops. She was finishing up in the bathroom off her bedroom when she heard Glen come back in. Just as she peeked out to check, she heard his voice from the other room.

“Well, hello there. And who might you be?” Glen was saying, his tone amused.

She stepped back into her bedroom doorway to see him crouched down, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked at Willow, her orange tabby, who was cautiously watching him from the bed.

Gabby couldn’t help but smile. “Ah, I see you’ve met Willow,” she said, crossing her arms with a playful look. “She’s, uh… not the friendliest to newcomers, so if she’s giving you the stink-eye, don’t take it personally.”

Glen leaned down, extending a hand to Willow, his curiosity piqued. "So, where’d the name Willow come from?"

Gabby chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I, uh... went through a bit of a Taylor Swift phase when I first moved here," she admitted with a shrug. "Seemed fitting at the time.”

“Taylor Swift fan, huh? I like it.” He grinned, glancing back down at Willow, who was watching him with a guarded but curious look.

Gabby slipped away to her closet, pulling the door gently closed and quickly changing into her casual date outfit. She smoothed down her top, giving herself a quick once-over in the mirror before heading back out. When she stepped into the room, though, she stopped in her tracks.

Glen was mid-change himself, leaning forward to pull on a fresh shirt, his bare shoulders catching the afternoon light as he moved. But what stopped her wasn’t just Glen’s casual ease in her space—it was Willow. Somehow, she had moved closer to him, sniffing at his hand and then, unbelievably, leaning up to gently boop him with her nose.

Gabby stood there, stunned. Willow was normally so skittish around people she didn’t know, but here she was, tentatively accepting Glen. It was something she hadn’t seen since moving to Los Angeles, a glimpse of Willow’s rare, soft side.

Glen noticed her standing there and gave her a warm, slightly sheepish smile as he finished pulling on his shirt. “Guess I’m winning her over, huh?”

Gabby smiled back, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through her. "Yeah... looks like it."

Glen stood up, stretching to pull the fresh shirt over his shoulders, and for a split second, Gabby’s eyes couldn’t help but trace over his toned arms, the faint definition across his chest, and the hint of abs. 

Heat crept up her cheeks, and she quickly turned away, hoping he hadn’t caught her lingering glance.

"Uh, I’ll be right back," she mumbled, hurrying into the bathroom. 

She leaned against the counter, taking a steadying breath as she tried to compose herself. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks still a little flushed. Get it together, Gabby, she thought, giving herself a wry smile.

As she re-applied a bit of blush and smoothed out her lip gloss, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. There was something about Glen—his easy smile, the way he was so naturally at ease with her, even around Willow—that was making this feel different. Special, even. And now, with her nerves a bit steadier, she took one last look in the mirror, smiling to herself before heading back out to join him.

Back in the living room, Gabby found Glen setting their coffees on the table and settling into the couch. She joined him, and they both sank into the plush cushions, finding a comfortable rhythm together. He took a sip of his coffee, looking around her cozy space before glancing at the TV.

“So, what do you usually watch?” he asked, leaning back and stretching one arm along the top of the couch. “Got any good shows you’re hooked on right now?”

Gabby grinned, slightly embarrassed. “Well, I tend to rewatch The Office whenever I’m stressed. It’s my comfort show.”

He laughed, nodding in approval. “Solid choice. I respect that. But I’m guessing you have other shows in the rotation, too?”

She tucked her feet up on the couch and shrugged. “I’ve been binging Stranger Things again, mostly because I missed a lot of the references people make.”

“Good one.” He leaned in slightly, catching her eyes. “We could put it on if you want? Or something new?”

Gabby gave a little laugh. “Are you really up for watching Stranger Things? You know, dark alternate realities, strange monsters…”

“Oh, I’m game,” Glen said with a grin. “And hey, if it gets too scary, I’ll have to ask for a blanket for protection.”

Gabby chuckled and tossed him a throw blanket from the arm of the couch. “Here, for your safety, of course.”

They both laughed, the air between them light and easy. As they settled in and the opening credits rolled, Glen’s arm gently drifted down from the couch back to rest on her shoulder. Gabby leaned into him, feeling herself unwind a little more with each passing scene, forgetting her earlier nerves.

As the credits for the second episode rolled, Glen glanced at his watch and then back at Gabby with a little smile. 

“Alright,” he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “we should probably get going.”

Gabby looked at him with playful suspicion. “Do I at least get a hint about where we’re going?”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mystery. “Nope. Just trust me.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head but smiling all the same. Glen just chuckled, standing up and extending a hand to help her to her feet. She took it, her fingers fitting into his comfortably, and he led her to the door. As she turned to lock it, he waited, slipping his hands into his pockets with an easygoing confidence that made her stomach flip.

Once the door was secure, Glen took her hand again, guiding her down the hallway. As they reached the elevators, Gabby felt a mixture of excitement and curiosity building. Whatever Glen had planned, she was ready for it.

As they exited Gabby’s apartment building, the cool evening air filled with a hint of city life winding down for the night. Glen kept his hand on hers as he led her across the lot to his truck, pausing only to open the passenger door. He offered his hand, helping her up with a warm smile, before closing the door and circling around to climb in himself.

Once they were settled, Glen started the engine, pulling out of the lot and merging into the flow of traffic. Gabby watched as the familiar streets of her neighborhood faded behind them, replaced by the blur of city lights. She quickly noticed he was heading north, inching further and further away from Los Angeles.

She shot him a curious look. “So... you’re still not giving me any hints?”

He just grinned, his eyes on the road. “Not a single one.”

She laughed, feigning exasperation. “Okay, but how do I know you’re not some kind of serial killer trying to lure me out to the middle of nowhere?”

Glen let out a laugh, rolling his eyes with playful disbelief. “Do I really give off serial killer vibes?”

Gabby considered him, trying not to smile. “I mean, I am in a car with a guy I barely know.”

He glanced over at her, intrigued. “Alright then. What do you want to know?”

She paused, thinking for a moment before responding. "Hmm... good question."

Gabby leaned back against her seat, settling into the easy flow of conversation as the city lights faded further behind them. She took a sip of her coffee, thinking about where to start, then turned to him with a curious smile.

“Alright, let’s start simple,” she said. “Are you a morning person or a night person?”

Glen chuckled. “Definitely a morning person. I’m one of those people who’s up at six even if I don’t have to be.”

Gabby let out a playful groan. “I knew there had to be one flaw,” she teased, “because I am definitely not a morning person.”

“Oh, believe me, I know,” he replied, casting her a teasing glance. “But you did make it out the door pretty early the night we met.”

Gabby grinned, shaking her head. “Fine, you have a point.” She thought for a moment, then threw out another question. “Alright, what’s your go-to comfort food? Like when you just need a pick-me-up.”

“Easy—big, greasy burger,” he said with enthusiasm. “Fries on the side, maybe a milkshake if I’m really going for it. What about you?”

“Probably something super cliché, like mac and cheese,” she admitted. “The cheesier, the better.”

“Solid choice,” he nodded approvingly, eyes on the road.

She studied him thoughtfully, trying to get a little deeper. “Do you have any siblings? What’s your family like?”

Glen’s expression softened. “Yeah, I’ve got two sisters, Leslie and Lauren. They’re the best. My family’s really close—we like spending time together as much as we can. It can get loud sometimes, but only because everyone’s laughing or just… talking over each other.”

Gabby smiled at the warmth in his voice. “That sounds nice. I bet they’re proud of you.”

He gave a modest shrug, but there was a sparkle of pride in his eyes. “I think they are. Family’s a big deal for us.”

She nodded, feeling a strange little flutter at the idea of Glen in a family full of laughter and love. “So, what’s the last movie you watched? And did you enjoy it?”

Glen’s smile turned slightly sheepish. “Actually, it was at a premiere for one of the films I’m in. Don’t get me wrong—it’s a good movie, but it’s a little weird watching myself on screen.”

Gabby let out a laugh. “I can imagine! Do you ever get used to that?”

“Not really,” he admitted with a grin. “But you get better at pretending you’re comfortable with it.”

Gabby laughed again, shaking her head. “I’d be the one hiding behind my popcorn. Alright, last one—for now,” she added, seeing him smirk in anticipation. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

“A little bit of everything, but I’ll admit—growing up in Austin, country music’s something I’ll always go back to.”

“Country, huh?” she mused, raising an eyebrow. “So, are we talking like, classic country or more modern stuff?”

“A bit of both. Can’t go wrong with a mix,” he said, glancing over at her. “And you? Do you have a guilty pleasure genre?”

“Pop, definitely,” she confessed, laughing. “Mostly Taylor Swift. I won’t even try to hide it.”

They both laughed, slipping into an easy silence as he continued driving, the road ahead leading them toward whatever surprise he had planned for the night.

After about an hour on the road, Glen finally turned off the highway, pulling into the nearly empty parking lot of a retro diner. Its neon sign glowed a soft pink and blue against the darkening sky, casting a warm, nostalgic light across the parking lot. Gabby’s eyes widened as she took in the sight—chrome details, checkered floors visible through the windows, and classic red-and-white booths inside.

“This is amazing,” she breathed, looking over at him with a grin. “How did you even find this place?”

Glen smiled, putting the truck in park. “I have my ways. Figured this was more interesting than some fancy place back in the city. Plus, nothing beats a good milkshake.”

He climbed out and walked around to her side, opening her door for her. As she hopped down, he reached out and gently took her hand, sending a warm thrill through her. Together, they made their way inside, the faint jingle of a bell announcing their arrival. The diner was nearly empty save for a couple in a corner booth, and a waitress with a friendly smile who waved them in.

“Take any seat you like,” she called, grabbing menus from the counter and following them to a booth by the window.

They slid into the booth, their hands naturally parting as they settled across from each other. The menu was a perfect throwback—burgers, fries, and milkshakes in every flavor imaginable. Gabby’s eyes roamed over the choices, feeling an almost giddy excitement.

Glen leaned back, watching her with an amused smile. “So, what’ll it be? Are you brave enough for the burger and shake combo?”

Gabby laughed, setting down her menu. “Brave? I think it’s practically a requirement here.”

They placed their order—a couple of burgers, an extra side of fries to share, and two milkshakes. Gabby chose chocolate, and Glen went with classic vanilla. As they waited, the conversation slipped back into an easy flow, sharing funny stories and trading embarrassing moments from their childhoods.

When their shakes arrived, Glen immediately dipped a fry in his, earning a mock-horrified look from Gabby.

“What? You’ve never tried this?” he asked, holding the fry out to her with a raised eyebrow.

She wrinkled her nose but leaned forward to take a small bite. Her eyes widened, surprised by the combination of salty and sweet. “Okay, that’s actually… really good.”

“Told you,” he replied, giving her a satisfied grin.

They spent the next hour talking, laughing, and stealing bites of each other’s food. Gabby hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, and there was something about the simplicity of the diner—the unpretentious atmosphere, the retro decor—that made her feel like she could be completely herself around him.

At one point, the jukebox in the corner suddenly crackled to life, playing a soft tune that filled the quiet diner. Glen looked over at her with a mischievous smile.

“You up for a dance?” he asked, nodding toward the small space between the tables and the counter.

“Here?” she asked, glancing around the nearly empty diner.

“Why not?” he replied, holding out his hand.

Gabby smiled, sliding out of the booth and taking his hand. Glen gently pulled her closer, resting his hands on the small of her back as they swayed in time with the music, the rest of the world fading away around them.

The last of the other diners had left, and the waitress had slipped back into the kitchen, leaving them alone under the soft glow of the neon lights. The jukebox hummed quietly as they swayed in the empty diner, Gabby’s fingers loosely laced behind Glen’s neck. She tilted her head up to look at him, a warm smile spreading across her face as she took him in.

He noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What?” he asked, his voice full of playful curiosity.

She laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to look away. “What do you mean, ‘what’?”

“You’re looking at me funny,” he teased, tightening his arm around her waist just a little, his eyes glinting. “Something on your mind?”

Gabby bit her lip, hesitating. But she couldn’t hold back the smile, finally shaking her head with a slight chuckle. “I just… don’t believe you’re real.”

Glen tilted his head, clearly amused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she said, meeting his gaze, “you’re funny, and smart, and kind. And… well, obviously, you’re attractive.” She felt herself blush as she admitted it. “It just doesn’t seem like guys like that still exist. It’s like you’re from some different planet.”

He chuckled, his smirk turning into a full grin. “Well, maybe they don’t exist… in Iowa,” he teased, earning a laugh from her.

“Oh, you’ve got jokes now,” she replied, giving him a gentle swat on the shoulder. “But seriously,” she added, a little softer, “you don’t seem to have any flaws.”

Glen rolled his eyes dramatically, still grinning. “Oh, trust me. I’ve got plenty of flaws.”

“Like what?” she challenged, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He pretended to consider it, rubbing his chin in mock thought. “Well, I leave the cap off the toothpaste. And…I’ve probably burned more grilled cheese sandwiches than I’ve made successfully. Do you know how hard it is to burn bread? And somehow I still manage it more times than not.”

Gabby laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, that’s… mildly tragic. But that’s not a dealbreaker.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen how charred my sandwiches can get,” he replied with a playful shudder. “And I’ll admit I’ve got a bad habit of leaving socks around my apartment.”

Gabby smiled, finding his self-deprecating humor utterly endearing. “See, those aren’t flaws. They’re quirks.”

He rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. “Just you wait. You’ll find out I’m nothing but quirks and bad habits.”

“Guess I’ll have to stick around long enough to find out,” she said, surprising even herself with how bold it sounded.

Glen’s smile softened, and his gaze grew more intent as he looked at her. “I’d really like that,” he said, his voice low.

For a moment, they simply stood there, wrapped up in the quiet and each other, as if the entire world had narrowed down to just this little corner of the diner.

Glen glanced up at the clock hanging above the diner's counter, then looked back at Gabby with a grin. "Ready for the next part of our date?" he asked, a hint of mystery in his voice.

She nodded, smiling in anticipation. "Absolutely."

With a casual grace, Glen pulled his wallet from his back pocket and slipped a few bills onto the table. Gabby’s eyes widened as she reached for her purse. "Hey, I can cover my half. You really don’t have to—"

But he shook his head, cutting her off with a gentle but determined smile. “Not a chance. This is our first date, which means I’m taking care of the bill.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but his expression was too warm and sincere. “Alright,” she conceded, laughing softly. “But you’re making it really hard to argue with you.”

“That’s the idea,” he replied, slipping his wallet back into his pocket and standing up. He reached out and took her hand, his fingers warm around hers as he led her out of the booth. With a grateful nod to the waitress on the way out, he opened the diner's door for Gabby, ushering her outside.

The night air had a crispness to it, a welcome contrast to the cozy warmth of the diner. Glen guided her back toward his truck, releasing her hand just long enough to open the passenger door and help her up into the seat. His gaze met hers for a moment before he closed the door and made his way around to the driver’s side.

As he settled in and started the engine, she leaned over, curious. "So, where are we headed next?"

Glen flashed her a mischievous smile as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Now, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

Glen turned off the main road and guided his truck down a narrow gravel path, the faint glow of a neon sign becoming visible in the distance. As they approached, Gabby realized it was an old drive-in theater, its marquee worn but charming, and the empty lot only adding to its nostalgic appeal.

He pulled into the center of the lot and put the truck in park. Gabby glanced around, noticing they were the only ones there. She looked over at Glen, a little puzzled. “Um, are you sure we’re supposed to be here?”

He smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Pretty sure. I may have asked the owners if we could have the place to ourselves for the night—figured it’d be nice to enjoy a movie without anyone interrupting.”

Gabby’s face lit up in surprise, her heart fluttering at his thoughtfulness. “Glen, that’s… really sweet. I didn’t even know places did that.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted with a laugh, “but it turns out they were more than happy to let us have a private showing on their off night.” 

With a satisfied grin, he stepped out of the truck and opened the back door. Gabby watched as he reached in, pulling out several pillows and blankets, which he proceeded to arrange in the bed of the truck. After that, he grabbed a bag of snacks and drinks, clearly prepared for the evening.

When he was done setting everything up, he turned to Gabby and opened the door to help her down. She took his hand, letting him lead her to the back of the truck, and with his assistance, she climbed up into the cozy little nook he’d created.

Gabby nestled into the pillows, feeling the warmth of the blankets as Glen climbed in beside her. He spread a blanket across both of them, then started unpacking the snacks. He handed her a container of popcorn, then grabbed his own, a little smirk playing on his lips. 

“Alright, here’s something you should know about me,” he said. “When it comes to popcorn, I don’t share. It’s another one of my flaws.”

She raised an eyebrow, pretending to take him seriously. “Another flaw, huh?”

He chuckled, but before he could answer, she reached over and snagged a piece of popcorn from his container. 

His eyes widened with playful outrage, and he leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “Oh, you’re definitely going to pay for that.”

Gabby grinned, her gaze steady as she asked, “And how exactly am I supposed to pay for that?”

In response, Glen leaned in, closing the distance between them until his lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle at first, a tease, but as her hand reached up to rest on his shoulder, he deepened the kiss just a little, letting it linger in a way that felt both warm and electrifying. 

When he finally pulled back, he smiled, his eyes dancing with humor. "Now we’re even."

Gabby laughed, her cheeks flushed, feeling her heart beat a little faster. "If that’s how you punish people for stealing popcorn, I think you’re in trouble because I’m definitely not done."

“Oh, so it’s a challenge now?” he teased, reaching for his drink with a grin.

The screen lit up as the opening credits rolled, casting a warm glow across the truck bed. Gabby settled in a little more, the anticipation building, and turned to Glen with a curious look. “So, what are we watching?”

Glen gave her a small, satisfied smile. “I remember you mentioning rom-coms are your thing, and something about Matthew McConaughey being one of your favorite actors…” He let his words hang for a beat before finishing, “so, I thought How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days would be a good choice.”

Gabby’s eyes widened, her face lighting up with surprise and happiness. “You’re kidding—that’s actually my favorite.”

Glen’s smile grew as he heard her reaction. “Sounds like I picked well, then.”

As the movie began, he shifted slightly, looking at her with a soft question in his gaze. “Are you comfortable? Or would you like to cuddle?”

Gabby felt her heart flutter a little. She nodded, smiling as she scooted closer, curling into his side. Glen wrapped an arm around her, adjusting the blanket over them both. She nestled into him, the warmth of his arm around her and the gentle rise and fall of his breathing setting a peaceful rhythm.

They lay there, cozy and wrapped up together in the back of his truck, as the laughter and antics of the movie unfolded on screen. Every so often, Glen’s fingers would graze her arm or her back in gentle, absentminded strokes, sending little shivers down her spine. And more than once, when he thought she was too wrapped up in the movie to notice, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. But she noticed every time, a small smile forming on her lips, one that had nothing to do with the scene playing on the screen.

As the movie reached its peak, with Andie and Ben’s comical attempts at sabotaging and then saving their relationship, Gabby found herself laughing along with Glen, feeling as though she’d known him much longer than she actually had. She felt completely at ease, content in his arms, and wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to have a night like this.

The movie wound down to its heartfelt ending, and as the final scenes played, Gabby tilted her head slightly, glancing up at him. Glen caught her gaze, his eyes reflecting a quiet warmth, and they shared a soft, unspoken moment.

“Thank you,” she whispered, feeling like words couldn’t quite capture everything she wanted to say.

Glen’s lips curved into a soft smile, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her back. “I should be thanking you. Tonight’s been…perfect.”

Gabby felt herself smile as Glen leaned in, his hand finding her cheek again, and she met him halfway. Their lips brushed softly at first, tender and careful, but the warmth quickly deepened, pulling them closer. Gabby felt her hands drift from his shoulders, trailing slowly down his chest, feeling the warmth radiate through his shirt. As her fingertips traced lower, a mix of excitement and curiosity took over, and she slid one hand just beneath the edge of his shirt.

Her fingers brushed over the firm ridges of his abs, warm and solid, and she felt the slight texture of the faint hair scattered there. It sent a thrill through her, feeling so close to him, connected in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She felt him shiver at her touch, his breath hitching just slightly against her mouth.

Glen’s hands mirrored her movement, his fingers slowly trailing down her back, and as they reached the edge of her shirt, he paused for just a moment, almost as if checking in. Then, with a quiet exhale, he let his fingers dip under the fabric, brushing against the soft skin of her lower back. The warmth of his touch sent a rush through her, grounding her in this moment.

But just as Gabby felt herself leaning further into him, savoring the closeness, Glen’s hands stilled. He gently pulled back, his lips leaving hers as he drew in a steadying breath. The sudden distance left her feeling vulnerable, and for a split second, worry flickered across her face. She shifted, pulling her hand back, wondering if she’d overstepped.

Noticing her hesitation, Glen placed his hand gently on her cheek, thumb brushing over her skin with a reassuring warmth. “Hey,” he murmured softly, his eyes sincere. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not at all.”

Her shoulders relaxed as he held her gaze. “I just…” he began, his tone careful, “I want to make sure I’m not rushing things. I don’t want to take this faster than you’re comfortable with.”

Gabby’s heart softened at his words, and a small, grateful smile spread across her lips. "Thank you for that,” she whispered.

Glen smiled at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before he slipped out of the truck bed, extending his arms to help her down. She took his hands, hopping down lightly, but her heart skipped a beat as his arms held her steady for just a moment longer, grounding her.

Once she was safely on the ground, Glen gathered up the pillows, blankets, and the half-finished snacks, tucking everything neatly into the backseat. Gabby admired the care he took, noticing how thoughtful he’d been throughout the evening. When everything was packed up, they both climbed back into the truck, and he started the engine, casting one last glance at the empty drive-in behind them.

As they drove, Gabby felt Glen’s hand reach over, his fingers intertwining with hers. The simple gesture made her smile, and their joined hands rested gently on her thigh. She looked over at him, catching his eye as he glanced over, and they shared a quiet, meaningful smile that spoke to the warmth that had grown between them.

As they neared the outskirts of Los Angeles, the city lights casting a soft glow against the night sky, Glen’s expression shifted from lighthearted to thoughtful. Gabby noticed his grip on her hand tighten slightly, and she looked over at him, her heart skipping at the intensity in his gaze.

“Gabby, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” he began, his tone warm yet serious. He glanced over at her, his lips curving into a small smile as he continued. “I’ve really liked hanging out with you. I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you—you make me feel like I can just be myself. And I… well, I’d really like to make things official between us, if that’s something you’d want too.”

Gabby felt a thrill of happiness spark inside her, and she couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face. There was no hesitation in her heart; she’d wanted this, to be with him, more than she’d let herself admit.

Glen continued, “I know we both have a lot coming up. You’ll be starting classes, and I’ll be bouncing around between projects. There’ll be distance and time apart, but… I don’t want that to get in the way of what we could have.”

She felt her chest swell as she took in his words, surprised at how steady he seemed, his gaze unwavering on the road but his thumb brushing softly over her hand.

“We can take it slow, keep things just between us for now,” he added, his voice softer. “I know my life can get crazy sometimes, but I want this to work with you, Gabby. I want to be in this with you, no matter what comes up.”

His words wrapped around her heart, filling her with a deep sense of warmth and security. He was offering her a relationship, yes, but also a promise—a commitment that went beyond any of the challenges they might face.

“I’d really like that, Glen,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’d love to be with you. You’ve… I don’t know, I feel like you’ve always made me feel like I matter, like I’m not just another person in the crowd.”

A soft, relieved smile spread across his face, and he brought her hand to his lips, brushing a tender kiss against her fingers. “You do matter, Gabby,” he murmured, looking over at her as they pulled off the freeway and into the city streets. “To me, you really do.”

They shared a quiet, meaningful smile, one that held a world of unspoken promises. And as they drove through the city lights, Gabby felt as though she was already home—right there, with him.

At her apartment door, Glen waited as Gabby fished her keys from her bag and unlocked the door. She looked back at him, eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

“Do you… want to come in for a quick goodbye?” she asked, a soft smile playing at her lips.

Glen returned her smile, stepping inside as she held the door open for him. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he turned to face her, taking in the gentle look of gratitude in her eyes.

“Thank you for tonight,” she murmured, her voice warm with sincerity. “It was perfect.”

Glen chuckled, taking a small step closer. “Well, think I’ve got a chance at a second date?” he teased, his brows lifting in playful expectation.

Gabby laughed, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at him. “I’d say so—especially since you’re my boyfriend now,” she reminded him, her tone light but her gaze full of meaning.

His smile widened as he took another step forward, closing the small space between them. “I like the sound of that,” he murmured, his arms slipping around her waist. He pulled her close, his hands resting lightly on her lower back, and she slid her arms up around his neck, her fingers grazing the back of his hair.

Their faces were inches apart, and she felt her breath catch as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a slow, lingering kiss that felt as much a promise as it did a goodnight. Gabby melted into him, savoring the warmth of his embrace and the softness of his touch.

When they finally pulled back, Glen’s gaze held hers, his smile tender. “Goodnight, Gabby,” he whispered, brushing a thumb across her cheek.

“Goodnight,” she replied softly, her heart still racing as she watched him step back, casting her one last, adoring glance before he opened the door and headed down the hall.

[asteriastarr]

Hey!! Sorry if I’m bothering you and I know this is the second time I asked this but could you please do a deuce x fem!human! Reader ? Where deuce finds himself in our world and ends up meeting a human realizing humans aren’t as bad as he thought and ends up falling for her. An she has a rough home life.

Ice cream and Hot chocolate

A/n: Uh so I'm sorry this took so long since you sent this to me agggeeesss ago, but i was focusing on my book on wattpad so i hope you forgive me. This ones kinda long and I'm like not sure how good it is but i hope you enjoy anyways :). (P.s I wasnt sure what you meant by 'rough' home life so i kinda went with a mix of suggestions my friends gave me so- yeah... if you are going through something at home my dms are always open if you need to vent, i might not be able to give good responses but atleast you can get it out somewhere :)

POV: Y/n talks about her homelife with Deuce

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, brief mentions of cheating, mentions of abuse (brief), mention of divorce, Y/n is the eldest child, pRe-MaRiTaL hAnD-hOlDiNg (How scandalous), PrE-mArItAl KiSsInG (SOMEONE CALL THE CHURCH), pRe-MaRiTaL bReAtHiNg (MY EYES, MY EYES :O)

Monsters are real. That is something Y/n L/n has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since she was a small child. Except monsters didn’t come in the shape of a pale creature with fangs or a woman with snakes for hair. No, monsters came in all shapes and sizes, almost always looking like your everyday human. The only thing that ever truly set them apart from regular humans was that monsters are cruel.

Monsters were cruel to everyone, even those they were supposed to care for and protect.

At least, that’s how she saw it.

Monsters are real. That is something Deuce Gorgon has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since the day he was born. He didn’t really have much of a choice, given he was one.  Except monsters weren’t always evil, cruel beings. No, monsters were merely, beings. Sometimes they could be cruel but most of the time, they were kind beings just living their lives- or deaths- and navigating through their freaky flaws.

Monsters were just ordinary beings.

At least, that’s how he saw it.

Until he found himself in the human world. Whilst he’d never truly felt at home in the monster world- being a gorgon and all- yet, at least he knew he belonged in the monster world, here? He didn’t belong among humans. Not one bit. Or at least he didn’t.

Not before he met Y/n.

She was a human, that’s true. But even without knowing he was a monster she had shown him nothing but kindness since the day they’d met. The girl didn’t trust easy, he knew that. She was naturally quiet, seldom speaking unless spoken to and even then, it was only ever a few words… except when she was with him.

The moment the two had met they were instantly drawn to each other like magnets, they were each other’s rock, neither of them truly belonged in the human world (despite Y/n being a human) and yet with each other, they were home.

The two of them had met on accident, he hadn’t intended to appear in the human world, hadn’t intended to walk into a random middle school, he didn’t mean to lie and say he was a new student so he could stay in the human world just until he could figure out where he was and how to return to his own world.

He'd never intended to enter the library and lock eyes with a pretty H/c ghoul, her nose in a book and yet the moment she saw him she lowered it, tilting her head in curiosity.

He’d never wanted to enter his new math class, only to find it was a shared class with the ghoul, never intended for the only spare seat to be in the back of the class, next to her. Never thought that the two would bond almost instantly. He didn’t mean for their schedules for the rest of the day to happen to collide (Sitting next to her in every one of those classes however was no mistake).

He never intended to walk down the right hallway at the right time to find the ghoul sobbing in a corner, he wasn’t thinking when he rushed over to comfort her. Didn’t have to think to pull the ghoul into his arms, gently rubbing her back as he asked her what had happened. He had acted on instinct as he listened to her talk about a group of ghouls in her class who had been teasing her, still acting on instinct when he gave her words of reassurance, ignoring the feelings deep down, telling him that she wasn’t telling him the full truth.

Those first interactions had been a complete accident, the work of the gods themselves. And he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

One accidental trip into the human world turned to two, two to four, four to eight and soon enough he found himself visiting the human world whenever he got the opportunity, just to see the pretty H/c ghoul who sat at the back of the class, each visit resulting in him falling more and more impossibly infatuated with her.

He had been 13 when they’d met, had been 14 when he’d finally realised his feelings for her, it took him half a year to finally confess to her, now the two were 15, sitting together on a rooftop in New Jersey, watching cars drive by as they held each other’s hand, chatting mindlessly.

“-And then you wanna know what she said?”

“What?” Deuce hummed.

Y/n paused.

“…I forgot.”

Deuce chuckled and gently removed his hand from hers, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“What?” She asked, looking at him.

He smiled softly, looking down at the human.

“Nothing, you’re just cute is all.” He hummed, gently rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

“Oh, so me forgetting stuff is cute now, is it?” Y/n snarked, smirking.

Deuce snorted. “You know what I meant.” He stated.

“Do I?”

“Do you?”

“I do.” She admitted quietly, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning her head against his side.

“Good.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

The two lovers sat there for a while, watching as the sun slowly set, the sky turning shades of pink and orange.

However, as a dark blue began to overtake the orange and pink Y/n suddenly straightened up, panic setting in as she saw the time on her watch.

“Crap!” She exclaimed “It’s getting late, I should be going.”

“Did you want me to walk you home?” Deuce offered, watching as the girl moved to gather her stuff.

“Uh- no, no it’s fine.” She stammered, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“Are you sure? You seem stressed out.”

“I’m fine.” She stated, moving to climb down the roof, Deuce quickly following after.

“Y/n… What’s going on? Why are you so worried?” Deuce interrogated, gently grabbing her wrist.

“It’s nothing okay!” She snapped, pulling her arm away, before her eyes widened and she quickly softened “I-I just have to go… now.”

Deuce paused, narrowing his eyes as he thought of something before, he suddenly moved forward, interlinking their arms.

“Then I’ll join you.” He stated.

“Deuce- I said-”

“I know what you said Y/n, but I also worry about you so it’s either you tell me what’s going on, or I walk with you and figure it out myself.” Deuce interrupted.

“Fine.” She groaned “I hate you sometimes you know.” “You love me.” Deuce hummed “Now talk.”

She hesitated.

“My parents… they don’t really get on. They yell… a lot, pretty much all the time… sometimes it gets violent.” Y/n began her voice wavering “They yell about everything, money, us, cheating… my sisters and I have been hoping for years they’d get a divorce… it would be better for everyone that way.”

“Do they ever… do anything to you and your sisters?” Deuce asked quietly.

Y/n shook her head.

“Only when its really bad… and when they do I make sure that everything’s directed at me… Older sister things y’know?” Y/n said as the two walked down the dark street “I tend to make sure they don’t have to experience that.”

“You’re a good older sister.” Deuce murmured.

“I know.” Y/n hummed, glancing at the dark street names.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” Deuce asked.

“Why would I? All it would do is worry you.” She stated.

“I could’ve helped, you could’ve talked to me about how you were feeling, I could’ve stayed over when it got bad.” Deuce said.

Y/n snorted.

“Ah yes wonderful idea, ‘Hey mother, father, here’s my boyfriend of six months that I’m not supposed to have, who has dyed his hair bright green which you definitely do not approve of, but it’s okay because he’s constantly wearing a beanie no matter the weather so you can’t even see it and don’t worry, he’s just here to interfere with our personal family business.’ Great idea Deuce, that’ll go down swimmingly.” Y/n spoke sarcastically before pausing “Sorry that was mean.”

“It was just a suggestion.” “I know, I know and it’s sweet you care, shows you love me but… this is family stuff, I shouldn’t drag you into it.” She spoke “It’s not fair on you.”

“Fine.” Deuce spoke “But just promise me, you’ll call me when things get bad, so I can help you, we’re in this together okay?”

“I promise.” Y/n smiled, glancing up at him before stopping in front of a house “Uh- this is me.” “You want me to walk you in?” He offered.

She shook her head, glancing at the house, sounds of yelling echoing out.

“I’ll be fine.” She murmured “I’m used to it by now.” Y/n moved towards the door, Deuce watching from the driveway, however just as she’d reached it, two little girls ran out in tears.

“How bad is it?” Was all Y/n asked, wrapping her arms around the girls.

“Really bad.” The taller of the girls mumbled into Y/ns waist. Y/n paused, glancing at Deuce. “How about we get some ice cream and hot chocolate… I’m sure there’s a place that’s open.” Y/n suggested.

The girls nodded and Y/n gently grabbed their hands, bringing them over to Deuce.

“Deuce, we’re going to get ice cream and hot chocolate, did you want to come?” Y/n offered.

“I thought this was ‘family stuff’.” Deuce smirked.

“I know but you’re paying so you have to come.” Y/n retorted.

“Oh, am I now?” “Yup!” Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and rushed ahead, her sisters tailing behind.

Deuce shook his head before following after the human girl.

[chiriwritesstuff]

Meet Me at the Farmers Market! - 7. A Clean Slate

A Farmers Market! Joel AU x Confident! Plus Sized! F! Reader

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one-shots.

Chapter Rating: T

Word Count: 1380

Warnings: A whole lot of swearing from our favorite teen, talks of infidelity (not by Joel), reader has PCOS and has a hard time conceiving, Joel has some thoughts about Tommy, mentions of Sunflower having a miscarriage, Sunflower's backstory is mentioned briefly, Ellie's shitty puns makes its big debut

Summary: Ellie and Joel spend some time together at the market. Joel takes a chance. This story takes place one month after the events of pt.6.

A/N: I had originally intended to bring up Joel's knowledge of Tommy's feelings towards Sunflower in another way, but thought that it fit better with this story, especially now that we have Ellie to banter with. I missed these two, and love their eventual relationship. It is building into something bigger, and I am excited about the Christmas special that I've been planning since starting this series.

There is a slight bit of angst as Ellie talks to Joel about Sunflower's past, so if the loss of a child or mentions of miscarriage is triggering to you, please skip this chapter. Thank you for reading!

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"Why do you carve critters?"

Ellie swiped an otter from the table and settled into the foldable beach chair she'd taken from Sunflower's van. She admired the small carving, tapping its head with her finger before placing it back on the table. "It's cute, but it doesn't seem like something you would make." she teased.

"What do you think I would make?"

She blinks, deep in thought. "Fuck, I don't know. Bowls or cutting boards or some boring shit."

Joel sighed, turning his head back to face her. "It was Sarah's idea; she wanted to find ways to spend more time together. She was the one who encouraged me to sell these at the market." He smiles fondly at the wooden otter Ellie had picked up. "She was really excited about them."

"Does Sarah know how to carve critters too?"

A small smile formed on the corner of Joel's mouth. "She sure does; hell, the otter is one of hers."

"That's so fucking cool," Ellie exclaims, reaching for her backpack perched on the side of her chair. She rummages through its contents, extracting a set of wired earphones and connecting them to her phone. A well-worn copy of No Pun Intended Volume Too rests on her lap. "Hey, Joel? Mind if I hit you with a serious question?"

Joel frowns. "Sure."

Sporting her most earnest expression, Ellie leans in, resting her elbows on her knees. "What did the mermaid wear to math class?"

Joel winces, his head shaking in bewilderment. "Ellie-"

"An Algae bra!" she exclaims, her body wrought with her giggling. "Get it? an ALGAE bra?"

Joel shakes his head. "No. Oh please no."

"Oh come on!" Ellie whacks him with the book, "It was funny!"

"Feel free to share these puns with Tommy, I'm sure he'll love it!"

She scoffs, placing her earphones on as she leans on the beach chair. "Tommy is actually quite fond of my shitty puns, you know."

"I'm sure he is," Joel mutters to himself. He gazes into the distance, anticipating the presence of his brother, knowing exactly where he would be. Spotting the two of you laughing, Joel notices Tommy looking at you with a hint of longing, causing him to shudder and turn away. He can't shake the discomfort of knowing that Tommy has always had a soft spot for you, even though things with his new girlfriend Maria are going well.

Ellie looks at the two of you, a smirk forming on her face. "it's weird, right?"

Joel looks away, busying himself with rearranging his critters, smiling at the passerbyers. "Whats weird?"

"The fact that your brother is madly in love with Sunflower. Don't tell me you can't see it," she gives him a knowing look, her eyes narrowing as she looks back at the two of you. "He's quite the smooth talker."

"That he is."

"...but you have nothing to worry about, you know. She's absolutely crazy about you, old man." You observe them from your stall, exchanging a wink with Joel as you silently mouth "I love you." Joel reciprocates with a wink of his own.  

Ellie scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Yuck, you guys are gross."

It had been a few weeks since Anna's passing, and Ellie had made the move to Austin, settling into the guest room adjacent to Sarah's. "Make yourself at home," Joel had told her, unsure how to navigate the newness of having another kid in his space since Sarah moved into her own apartment closer to campus. Even if her presence was sudden, he had to admit that the inclusion of Ellie in both his and Sunflower's lives was interesting, to say the least. She was rough around the edges and curious, always wanting to tag along with Sunflower at the nursery and randomly popping into Joel's workshop from time to time. Joel was afraid to admit that he liked having her around, even if she had a penchant for shitty puns and riling him up about his age, not wasting a second to comment on his bad knees and calling him an old man. She was a little shit, but she was growing on him.  

It was undeniably daunting, having another kid around, pestering him just as much as Sarah did when she was Ellie's age, Joel reflects. He believed his life was complete, especially with you coming into his world. He never imagined a second chance at happiness beyond Tommy and Sarah, especially at his age. Yet, your presence and radiance were something he yearned for so deeply it was almost painful. Sometimes he contemplates if Ellie is also a part of his second lease on life, something he was destined to have, despite the sorrow that brought the three of you together.

"You know, I'm happy she has you," Ellie muses. "... even if it hurt that she left Seattle, I understand why she had to, no matter how much it pissed me off."

"She had her reasons," Joel agrees, sitting on his stool. "I'm sure it was enough to want a clean slate."

"Well, if being cheated on and having a miscarriage because of it wasn't bad enough..."

Joel stalls, his face in shock. "Wait, Ellie-"

Ellie's eyes widen, her hand covering her mouth, realizing she had indeed put her foot in her mouth. "Shit Joel- I thought you knew."

"Well, no. She didn't say anything."

"Shit," Ellie whispers. Letting out a sigh, she turns to Joel with a serious expression. "Well, yeah, it happened. She was married to him for a long time. High school sweethearts. She... had a hard time getting pregnant," she chews on her lip, "...was told that the probability of getting pregnant was next to impossible, given her condition-"

"Her condition?"

"She has PCOS. Doctors blame her weight, which is FUCKED, but Sunflower is just built like that, you know? She's really healthy! This baby was her rainbow, right? She did all the right things, ate rabbit food and worked on her mental health and stuff... and then she found out that fucker was banging her sister..."

"Ellie-"

"She would've been a good mom. A great one! She's always been there for me, no matter how much I was a shitty kid with an even shittier attitude," Ellie stands beside Joel, her gaze fixed on you in the distance. "... I think that's why Mom trusted her with me, even if I have an aunt... when she knew..." Ellie looks down at her feet, her voice laced with sadness. "...maybe she thought I could fill that void in her, you know? She's a good one, you have no idea, Joel."

"I know," Joel admits, sighing deeply. "Hell if I even deserve her-"

"You don't," Ellie smirks. "No one does. But she loves you, and I know you're such a fucking simp for her..."

"What the hell is a simp?!"

"Oh, don't be such an old man! Google exsists!"

"Hey!" Joel exclaims. "You know, you can tone it down with your sarcasm and language, girlie."

She laughs, sharing a smile with Joel as she nods towards someone in the distance. "Thank you, Joel. You know, for taking me in and letting me crash at your place. You didn't have to, and I know it's probably not easy, having someone you barely know in your space and another mouth to feed-"

"Ellie, stop." Joel cuts her off. "It was the right thing to do. Besides-" he picks up a block of wood and a chisel, handing it to Ellie. "... now I have someone to help me carve these fucking critters, now that Sarah isnt home as often-"

Ellie jumps off her seat in excitement. "Fuck, really Joel? you're gonna teach me how to carve?"

Joel smiles fondly as she takes the wood and chisel out of his hands. "Sure, why not? Do you have anything else to do?"

"Fuck no! Teach me how to carve, old man! I want to carve a turtle!"

As Joel and Ellie begin to carve, you laugh to yourself as you observe them in the distance, Tommy standing beside you. "Well, if you look at that. She fits right in, no?" he asks, tsking as he shakes his head.  

A small smile forms on your face.  

"Yes, yes she does."

[alltheyoungmoons]

The Gift pt. IV

13+ - Complete - Pt. I - Pt. II - Pt. III - 1.5k Words - ATYD Timeline Compliant

As much as Sirius hated being busy, his last semester at Hogwarts was so eventful that all the time he would’ve gladly dedicated to dilly-dallying was now the only time he had to actually study. And if Sirius didn’t have time to spare, he thought that Lily probably wished there could be 30 hours in a day, because she was the busiest girl on the planet, and they barely saw each other outside of class or meals. This meant that the Bespectacles had been quietly sitting in Lily’s trunk waiting to be tested until just a couple of days before the 10th of March, when Lily burst into the Marauder’s dorm during an individual study period, grinning madly.

“Black! Are you decent?” She swung the door open, peeking through the fingers she had raised over her eyes.

“Godrick, Evans, what happened to knocking?” He admonished her, rolling on his back quickly. He was not about to be found lying belly down on the bed, kicking his legs in the air like a schoolgirl by Lily Evans. He was also secretly peeved by the fact that he was not only decent, but was also studying. Remus had refused to bunk off Care of Magical Creatures, leaving Sirius alone with his Divination textbook.

“They work!” Lily sang, approaching Sirius and Remus’s bed. She produced the wiry pair of reading glasses from her robe pocket “They work! I was patrolling with Christopher Barley the other night and he told me about a Hufflepuff first year in Moony’s study group who was having trouble only with theory stuff and never practical magic - like Remus in first year! Chris was asking at what age muggle schools teach people to read…anyway, I figured this boy, Fionn, and Remus must have the same problem!” She was starting to run out of breath “I tracked him down and had him try them on, they work! He could read! Poor love was stunned, didn’t know what was going on.” She chuckled breathlessly. 

Sirius was elated, and offered her a genuine, warm smile. He knew Lily would’ve figured it out in the end. Now there was only one last thing to do. 

“That’s great, Lily, you fox” he extended a hand “Now give them here, we can’t have Moony sporting the same glasses as my great-great-grandfather Betelgeuse”

Lily sniggered and handed him the pair. Sirius was now sitting cross-legged on the bed, the glasses resting on the open textbook before him. 

He had thought long and hard about which style to give them, and he had finally settled on a pair that he saw in a photo of that muggle actor, Robert Redford. He looked so hot in those glasses. Sirius visualised them in his mind and tapped the Bespectacles gently with his wand: in a moment they had muted to the form he had envisioned. Lily gasped under her breath.

Sirius looked up at her with a big grin and handed them back. The redhead squeezed him in a hug and gave him a peck on the cheek, and fluttered outside. 

***

The next Friday was, finally, Moony’s birthday. Sirius woke him early with a surprise snog, before James and Peter got up, as they were sure to jump on the bed to greet the birthday boy, as it was tradition. He wanted to have Remus all for himself before he had to share him with everyone else for the next twenty-four hours. They kissed quietly for a long time, remaining almost immobile, holding hands under the pillows. They then heard James’ familiar footsteps and broke apart, smiling and bracing themselves for the attack. 

After the usual birthday rituals, the yelling, chanting and exchanging of gifts, the boys got ready for breakfast; it was a school day after all. Sirius gave him a year supply of chocolate frogs, but that was only a preliminary gift; he wanted to give him his true present later, when they where alone. 

The next time Sirius caught Remus on his own was before dinner, when he got back to the dorm to change out of his uniform. The tall boy was lying supine on their bed, feet dangling out of the bed frame, his arm stretched over his head, holding a book. Typical Moony. 

“Sirius!” He called, bolting straight up in a sitting position. 

“Hey, handsome” Sirius smiled, slyly. He noticed a gold gleam around Remus’ eyes. Ah, Lily must’ve given him her present. 

“Look!” The other boy exclaimed. Sirius sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, and looked up at his boyfriend’s lightly freckled face. 

“Don’t you look half distinguished, Professor Lupin” he teased, planting a kiss on Remus’ perpetually chapped lips. “Where are these from?” He asked, nonchalantly. He had decided to let Lily take all the credit after all, so now he had to pretend to be surprised, hoping to be convincing. He'd never been a good liar. 

“They were Lily’s present! She expanded on the reading aid she made me in second year and somehow turned it into glasses! This way it’s much more discreet and practical.” Remus was beaming. Discreet and practical was Moony to a T, if you didn’t know him better. 

“That’s amazing” Sirius nodded. He studied Remus’ face with this new addition, after hours of daydreaming. Overall the large frame complemented his long face very well, and the square-ish shape of the lenses suited him. They were gold-plated, which caught the flecks of amber in his eyes and made them stand out even more. The colour of the metal went perfectly with his slightly tanned skin tone and light brown curls. They had a double bridge which rested over the dent of the scar on his nose, hiding it slightly. He thought Moony might’ve appreciated that. 

Sirius caught his hazel eyes, which were now examining him from behind the lenses. He was smirking wickedly.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been quiet for this long,” he said in that low voice that made his chest vibrate, and Sirius’ insides twisted in the best way.

 “I don’t think you’ve ever looked this fit,” Sirius replied, dazed. Who knew glasses could be this sexy? This was a revelation - why hadn’t he thought of this before?

“They’re really doing it for you, huh?” Remus chuckled, raising his head a bit, but careful to not break the spell that was passing between them. Sirius blushed and Remus laughed, casually pushing the glasses up his nose. He was already picking up those small automatic gestures James had, only in a devastatingly hotter, more charming way. Sirius swallowed dryly. 

“To think I was worried you’d think I looked like a sodding swot” Remus continued, tantalising. They both knew James and Peter were due back any minute, so it was incredibly dangerous to keep flirting like this, but it was so hard to resist.

“Oh but you are a swot Moony, you just also happen to be superbly good-looking.” 

Remus finally closed the distance between them, grinning against Sirius’ mouth. Sirius found himself quickly out of breath as Remus moved to hover over him, and he lay down propping himself on his forearms, careful to not lay down all the way, or it’d be the end of him. They kissed for a long time, and once Remus’ glasses slid down his nose bumping into Sirius, so he gently pushed them up to place them over the boy’s head, his curls getting stuck in them, all the while still kissing, and he peeked with one eye and stifled a moan, he could not believe how these stupid glasses had him under their figurative thumb. Sirius sighed, and could feel that Remus was still smiling, trying to move closer. He knew he ought to stop him before they ended up flashing poor Petey again, but he found he now had the willpower of a Flobberworm and did not care, laying down, slackening his tie and starting to work on Remus’s shirt buttons…

Suddenly, Remus froze and looked up, nostrils twitching. His lips were now pink and shiny, no more chapped and purple from the furious nervous biting.  Sirius was looking at him with a desperate sort of wanting, wishing they could apparate literally anywhere else and finish what they started. He didn’t even realise he was nervously twisting one of his charcoal curls on his index finger. Remus looked down at him and raised an amused eyebrow. 

“Sorry Pads, they’re coming up now,” he said gently, putting his glasses back on and reaching for his book. Sirius puffed and closed his eyes, relishing the feeling that was burning in him. He was learning that patience could be quite a virtue, on that front. 

“Who’s ready for a par-tayyy” James bellowed swinging the door open, Peter in tow. He glanced at the two boys laying nonchalantly on the bed, their ears still red and cheeks flushed, and sniggered.

“My my my Moony, you look quite fetching in those glasses” He winked. “Welcome to the club”.

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Ok here it is! This was my first actual fic so let me know what you think. I didn't have a plan it just sort of came out building off of the bespectacled!Remus hc that is near and dear to my heart. If you have thoughts/suggestions/requests for me just shoot me an ask! I'd love to use this as an outlet to practice my fiction writing :)