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spacedace · 1 year

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@proshipper-on-ship thank you for the Dick & Dan idea you added to my other post, please enjoy some of the fall out your comment resulted in haha

“So,” Bruce tried, looking hesitantly pleased at the surprisingly light atmosphere around the table. “Anything new and exciting going on with anyone?”

There was a smattering of answers from around the table. Jason didn’t offer anything - which wasn’t surprising, that he was even there and largely not starting a fight was more than enough as far as Dick was concerned - but with some ribbing from Steph, Tim eventually admitted to finally asking that boy he’d been interested in out. Dick joined in on teasing his little brother - and even Jay gave, for him, some gentle ribbing over finally getting the balls to do something, eh Timberland? - while very carefully avoiding mentioning his own sorta-kinda thing with Dan in Bludhaven. He’d deal with his siblings making him miserable and embarrassed over it all when he actually scored a date with him thanks very much.

Things were going good.

And then Damian cleared his throat, looking imperious and uninterested at the same time as he waited for everyone to turn to look at him.

“I have an announcement on an alteration to my personal life.” He declared, chin up and looking like he was already over this whole family-bonding-time thing, which was fair. Damian had gotten better over the years, but he was still not exactly the cute and cuddly little brother. Dick still had the scar from the last time he tried to hug Dami without warning a year ago and got stabbed for the effort. Still, he was sharing, willingly even! That’s progress!

At the head of the table Bruce tilted his head, looking as cautiously hopeful as Dick felt over the youngest Wayne actually offering to share something personal. “Have you decided on what college you want to go to then?”

“No.” Dami dismissed easily, without more than a glance in Bruce’s direction. “Night and I have decided to take some time to travel before continuing any further schooling.”

Huh, honestly, Dick was kinda surprised. With how much of a perfectionist Dami was, he’d thought he’d throw himself into college with the same ferocious, competitive drive he did everything else. But then again, if Elle Nightingale was going to be taking a gap year or two, it wasn’t as if it was that much of a surprise that Dami would go and join her.

The two gremlins had been practically inseparable since they were twelve and discovered a shared love of stabbing people and adopting every animal they see. If Dami’s best friend was going to go gallivanting across the world like she always dreamed of doing, Dick couldn’t actually be that surprised that Dami would be going with her.

Dick took a sip of his drink as Dami opened his mouth to continue with what was probably going to be to most people the world’s most harrowing game of “how many incredibly dangerous animals can we see before we end up dead on our gap year” that the two demons were undoubtedly planning.

He regretted taking that sip almost immediately as Damian said, “Night and I took our marital vows yesterday. She sends her regrets that she was unable to join us for family dinner tonight.”

Predictably, the room broke out into utter chaos.

Dick choked on his drink, spraying across the table and splattering Babs with a shower of wine. She didn’t even seem to notice, dropping her own glass as she snapped her head over to stare at Damian, the sound of breaking glass and a deep red stain pooling across the table following as she did. At the end of the table, Jay made a noise like a dying goose as the samosa he’d just popped in his mouth threatened to kill him. Cass, perhaps the most outwardly calm at the proclamation, only stared with wide eyes at her younger brother as she hit Jason on the back in an attempt to make sure he didn’t die.

Dick could practically hear the old shrieking AOL dial up noise that was Tim’s brain attempting to process what his little brother had just said, while sitting next to him Steph gave a small shriek of you what? Duke’s head was on a swivel, eyes darting from Damian, to another family member, to Damian and back again as if unsure who to even look at in the moment.

Bruce just…stared, frozen in place, face caught in the most open look of shock Dick thinks the man has ever shown in his life.

—

Damian sniffed and cast a caustic look towards - of all people - Jason, “Unlike some people, I share my good news with the family in a timely manner.”

Jay sputtered, “You know what, fuck you! Fine, you want me to share the news?” Jay snapped his head towards the rest of them. “Jazz is pregnant, baby is due next month on the sixth. Baby shower’s next weekend at Robinson Park, show up or don’t, I really don’t give a fuck.”

Or maybe he was just going to try to kill them with a heart attack.

“What the fuck?!”

“Language!”

“Who the fuck is Jazz?!”

“Language!”

“Night’s elder sister and guardian, Drake, keep up. You should know this, you’re dating her brother.”

“I’m what?”

“And Grayson is having flirtations with her other brother.”

“Dan is Elle’s older brother? Wait - how do you know about that?”

“Todd and I are in the Nightingale family group chat. We have endured far too much waxing poet about your posterior over the past months.”

“Why do they all have variations of the same name? Who gives all their children the same name?”

“He likes my ass?”

“Oh my god, bigger picture Dick, focus.”

“Seriously, do they all have the same name outside of the older sister? I feel like we need to acknowledge they all have the same name.”

“Can we go back to the fact that Damian got married? To Elle? Yesterday? How did you even do that without anyone knowing?

“Dr. Nightingale is a notary.”

“…Dr. Nightingale as in the woman Bruce is investigating Dr. Nightingale?”

“Okay but the name thing? Please tell me you’re not naming the baby some variation of the name Daniel.”

“If the gremlins get their way it will be. Do you know how many lists we’ve made that they keep sabotaging?”

“So you have Dan’s number? Could you give it to me?”

“Jesus Christ, Dick I’m begging you.”

“Why did you guys even get married?”

“For the diplomatic immunity.”

“You don’t have diplomatic immunity.”

“I do now.”

“What does that mean?”

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #batfam #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #dani fenton #danielle fenton #danny fenton #jazz fenton #dan fenton #redeemed dan fenton #anger management #brain dead #queer platonic damian and danielle #dick grayson/dan fenton #gotham therapist jazz #gotham's favorite psychiatrist Jazz AU #ghost king danny #Bruce has no idea which thing he should have a crisis about first #or if he should combine it all into one BIG crisis #he's going to be GRANDPA #HE'S ALREADY STRUGGLING WITH THE DAD THING HE'S NOT READY TO BE A GRANDPA #AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOUR OF HIS CHILDREN ARE INVOLVED WITH THE SAME SHADY FAMILY?#everyone is very concerned about what Damian is going to do with the diplomatic immunity #reposting because shit got fucked when I attempted to post it before and I can't even delete the old version #tumblr is having a time of things apparently lol

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simpforsix · 1 year

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criminal minds as quotes from my work pt. 2

Spencer: I feel like I’m just fucking everything up!

Gideon: No you’re doing fine! I’ve done way worse and I haven’t been fired yet!

Penelope: Do you want the microwave I’ve been keeping in my car?

JJ: Why... why do you have a microwave in your car?

Penelope: I have a microwave at home, don’t worry!

JJ: SO WHY DO YOU HAVE ONE IN YOUR CAR???

Emily: Oh yeah, before I head out, some guy told me he was gonna get me in “big trouble” and I have no idea what that means, so if you get any weird messages that’s why.

Hotch: Okay, have a good night.

Elle: Just found out I can use reasonable force on customers. This is the best day of my life.

Hotch, as the power goes out and the fire alarm goes off: Okay guys, let’s get back to work.

Spencer: This cheese grater isn’t working.

Derek: *takes it from him and starts banging it against the counter*

Derek: There you go, it works now.

Penelope: Okay so I did an online tarot card reading and it said to send me home.

Hotch: Cool, you can head out.

Derek: FUCK YOU!

Emily: FUCK YOU!

Derek: Anyways how was your weekend?

Emily: It was alright, how about you?

JJ: Bye, see you next week!

Gideon: By next week society will have collapsed. We will all be living underground as war rages above. I will die gorging myself on wine and cheese.

JJ:

JJ: Okay, goodnight!

Hotch: How are you doing?

Elle: Slay!

JJ: Hey, your dad is here!

Spencer: Have you met him?

JJ: No?

Spencer: Oh. Sorry in advance.

Derek, stressed out of his mind: Oppa gangnam style!

#Criminal Minds #incorrect criminal minds quotes #incorrect criminal minds #spencer reid #Jennifer Jareau #derek morgan #jason gideon #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #elle greenaway #Penelope Garcia #again no rossi because i hate him

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fbfh · 8 months

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older!logan x reader hcs

wc: 1.6k

genre: age gap, sort of sugar daddy logan

warnings: big (but legal) age gap, logan is early 40s reader is like early 20s, brief odette mention, logan is a killer lawyer, rory kinda traumatized Logan lol, I haven't finished gilmore girls or ayitl yet so don't come for me lol, logan is obsessedddddddd with reader, mildly smutty, mentions of marriage and proposals, your relationship progresses really quickly

summary: you were reading in a coffee shop when a charming gorgeous much older guy decided to strike up a conversation. little do you know that within a very short time that same charming stranger will know your dress size, your shoe size, and your ring size.

song rec: off to the races - lana del rey

a/n: the choke hold older logan has on me..... euthanize me at this point lmao

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280

As with all nsfw works, all characters are aged up to 18+ (like way over 18 in logan’s case lol)

That being said jesus christ let’s dive right into the brain rot

First things first, a little more about Logan

He’s in his early 40’s and aging like a fine goddamn wine

MEGA MEGA dilf vibes

After the whole millions of dollars sunken into a bad investment in his family’s massive media conglomerate mishap, he still faced a lot of pressure to join the family business

But with Rory rejecting his proposal, he felt so fucking down and beaten up by life

He just had two massive blows to his ego back to back

And he needed a win

Then the strangest thing happened

He just got back from another late night of partying with his friends and switched on the tv so he wouldn’t have to fall asleep with his thoughts, and some random movie was playing

The girl in the movie is at dinner with her boyfriend and thinks he’s going to propose, but he breaks up with her instead

It hits a little too close to home and Logan’s about to switch it off

Then she decides to go to law school to prove herself

He finds himself getting more and more invested in this movie, relating more to Elle with every scene, and by the morning he confronts the idea he’s been shoving away for too long so he doesn’t rock the boat

He talks to his dad and they decide Logan will go to law school, but remain a prominent board member and shareholder of the family company

Mitchum is surprised by how responsible and well thought out Logan’s plan is

He’s forging a path to a very lucrative field - one Mitchum can tell he’s going to be very successful in - while still staying involved enough in the family business

So Logan goes off to law school, and 20 years later he’s a total shark

He’s a prestigious, expensive lawyer with a reputation for never losing and a long streak of killing it with really high profile cases

Now the Huntzberger name carries all the weight and power of his father’s media reach, and Logan’s success in the courtroom

He’s excelling

And he’s excelling enough to keep his family out of his personal life for a while

He’s living the bachelor life until he hits 40

That’s when his parents decide it’s really unacceptable that he’s still not married

So they tell him if he doesn’t get married soon they’ll arrange something

Some french heiress or something

And Logan finds himself right back where he didn’t want to be

And then, like a gift from god, he sees you

Like I said in my initial drabble, Logan first saw you in a cafe reading some dusty novel no one actually reads like war and peace or crime and punishment or something

He's seen people your age do that before, reading complicated stuffy literature to seem smart and make some pretentious English class commentary that barely makes sense

So he calls you on it

"War and Peace, huh?"

He’s expecting you to say something fake and pretentious

Some bullshit fake deep pseudo intellectual shit

But you look up at him, only pausing for a moment before you speak

You’re surprised to see such a gorgeous guy in a little cafe like this

Especially one that seems interested in talking to you

And god, the way you talk about it

The way your eyes light up

It takes him by surprise

He's not just interested

He's invested

You start talking and realize that you've been talking for way longer than you expected to

And he wants more

He wants to know more about you, wants to see you sweet smile and hear your cute little laugh when he says something charming or compliments you

So he takes you out to dinner, his treat

He guides you out the door and into his Porsche with his hand on your back

It's a subtle gesture but it makes your stomach flip

Then he buckles your seat belt for you

If you weren't sold before you sure are by now

So he takes you to this nice fancy restaurant, wines and dines you, and he is laying on the charm thick

"Oh, come on. A pretty young thing like you must have a boyfriend."

"Really, you have excellent taste.”

You don’t miss the way he’s been eyeing you all night

And he doesn’t miss the way you squeeze your thighs together when he touches your face or plays with your fingers

One thing leads to another and after he pays the bill and leaves a generous tip, you find him ushering you back into his porsche

And yet again he closes your door for you and gets you all buckled in

This time when he drives his hand rests on your knee

He thinks he can handle this

He’s the biggest whore on the east coast /affectionate

Then you grab his hand and move it up your thigh

There’s no going back now

He’s in just as deep as you are

Before you know it you’re tearing off each other’s clothes

His lips are all over you and motherfucker does he know what he’s doing

He worried for a moment he might have lost his edge

But as he lays you down into his big soft bed, your skin touching his silky sheets for the first time

But definitely not the last

As he finally touches you and feels how wet you are for him

He knows he didn’t peak in college

“Shh, listen,” he says between kisses that make you feel dizzy, “you’re gonna tell me if it’s too much for you, can you do that?”

You nod while he holds your face in his big hands

“You gotta say it,” he chuckles at how sweet you are, how well you respond to him, “use your words, baby…”

You manage to choke out a desperate yes between kisses that makes his stomach twist

And that is the very beginning to your intense affair with Logan Huntzberger

He’s desperate to see you again

He sends flowers and a dress and a gorgeous necklace to your apartment

And not the normal amount of flowers

The Logan amount of flowers

So a lot

And you can’t believe your luck finding a hot rich older guy that’s so into you

You really like this attention

Your daddy issues are SCREAMING

And Logan likes having someone as gorgeous and intelligent and into him as you are

And he wants to do this right

But he’s rapidly approaching the deadline his family set

He doesn’t want to scare you off

GOD that’s the last thing he wants

But he is terrified of proposing and having it end up like it did the last time

Eventually he works up the nerve to talk to you about it

He’s explaining everything to you while you pay your bills

But it says they’re already paid

And your credit cards are paid off

And your debt has just disappeared

Even your student loans are gone

And there’s a fat deposit in your checking account

He paid off all your debt and didn’t tell you

By the time he’s done explaining that you basically either need to get married asap or you can’t see each other anymore he still hasn’t brought it up

And you realize he’s not going to

He didn’t pay your bills to guilt you into anything

He’s not holding it over your head

He’s taking care of you

And all you’ve ever wanted is someone who will take care of you

Logan is surprised when you agree

But he’s even more surprised at how fast you agree

You sit in his lap and end up rambling about how much you love him, how you don’t think you’ll ever find anyone you like as much as him or anyone that treats you as well as he does

To no one’s surprise the conversation ends with him taking you on every surface of your apartment

Hours later you’re cuddling naked on your couch, resting your head on his muscular chest and listening to his heartbeat

“So like… are we engaged now?” you ask looking up at him

He laughs sweetly

“No, not yet. I have to actually propose first.”

You think back to your conversation earlier when you first said you’d want to marry him

“So that didn’t count before?”

His heart breaks at how little you ask for

“No, that didn’t count.” He kisses your head, “I’m going to take you out somewhere nice, give you a proper proposal, with a nice ring.”

You get butterflies thinking about it

You can’t believe how much he does for you

How much he wants to do for you

You’re quiet for a moment, and he can feel you smiling into his chest

“...Okay.”

Your voice is so small and bashful, and he can hear you suppressing a flustered giggle

Fuck he can’t get enough of you

He laughs and pulls you closer, grabbing your chin and makes you look up at him so he can kiss you

You fall asleep in his arms

And you think that you won’t mind being married so young if it’s Logan you’re marrying

Logan is looking at you with so much love and adoration

And right before he falls asleep

He thinks that maybe it’s not too late for him to find love after all

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 8 months

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Tolerate It

Inspired by 'Tolerate It' by Taylor Swift :)

"I know my love should be celebrated... but you tolerate it."

Quite frankly, Y/N isn’t sure how much longer she can take this. It’s the second time this week Harry hasn’t been home for dinner and it’s only Wednesday. Y/N is normally fine looking after baby Elle by herself, she knows Harry has important things to do and people to meet and deals to close its just… lately he’s been different. More withdrawn, constantly at work and seemingly finding less and less time to spend with his wife and 6 month old daughter. That morning he had left in a whirlwind, pressing a quick, barely there kiss to her cheek before promising to be home for dinner at 7.

Y/N swirls what’s left in her wine glass as she glances over at the clock that reads 9:14. He’d be out for a while yet, she knew. Sighing, she puts his plate in the fridge, washing the dishes before getting ready for bed, popping into check on Elle. She smiles softly at the rise and fall of her daughter’s chest as she sleeps, leaning down and kissing her head then moving away from the crib and towards her own bedroom. It’s Y/N and Harry’s shared room but Y/N can’t remember the last time she actually woke up to Harry still in the room. Or the last time she fell asleep with him beside her.

Y/N intends to wait up for her husband but when her eyes flutter closed she can’t seem to stop them. They open after what only feels like minutes later when the bed dips on Harry’s side. She blinks sleepily, watching him slide into bed and prop himself up against the pillows, reading with his head low. She shuffles, catching his attention and when he meets her gaze, she smiles tiredly up at him.

“Hey. Thought you were going to be home for dinner?”

“Things got busy. Ate at the office.” He turns his attention back to the book he’s reading and Y/N’s smile droops.

“You could have called. I waited for you.”

Harry scoffs at her confession, rolling his eyes.

“Y/N I don’t have time to give you a call every time I’m going to be a bit late coming home. Get off my case, it’s fucking annoying.” His voice rises slightly in volume as he gets frustrated, but not loud enough to wake Elle in the next room.

“I’m not trying to be annoying H. I’m just saying that I missed you today and as your wife it would just be nice if you could let me know.” Y/N sighs, rolling over, her back to him as she tries to go back to sleep. Her breath hitches as she feels Harry come closer to her, kissing her shoulder before burying his face in her neck.

“Sorry my love, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just really caught up lately.”

“I know you are.” Y/N tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he sponges kisses on her neck, shoulders and then slowly down her arm.

“Tomorrow. Take Elle to my mum’s and I’ll be home around 5. Let’s make it a date night, just us.” At this, Y/N turns to face him, a small grin on her face.

“Yeah? Just us?”

“Just us bub. Promise I’ll be home in time and I’m all yours.”

Y/N believes him. So, she does what Harry says. Take’s Elle over to Anne’s around midday, the older woman over the moon to spend some extra time with her granddaughter. Around 2, her best friend makes a surprise visit to the house, finding Y/N slaving away in the kitchen.

“Are you cooking for 12?” Lucy laughs as Y/N rushes around putting finishing touches on what seems to be a ten course meal.

“No… just Harry and I. But I’m making all his favourites. I want tonight to be special for us. He’s been so busy with work lately.”

“What are you wearing?” Lucy smirks at Y/N who simply blushes.

“It’s on the bed.” She says referring to the lacy white lingerie set that Harry had bought her for their first anniversary. Lucy wolf whistles, causing Y/N to turn even redder.

“Lucky husband, that Harry of yours. Now hurry up and finish so we can have a glass of wine before he gets here and I have to go.”

Y/N grabs a bottle and the two women sit and chat for a few hours before Y/N realises it’s 10 to 5 and she needs to go and change. She kicks Lucy out as politely as possible before getting ready and waiting for Harry.

The clock ticks over to 5:00pm. Then 5:01pm. Then 5:20pm.

At 5:30pm, she calls. His phone is off.

At 6:00pm, she finishes a second bottle of wine, and then she calls again. His phone is still off.

At 6:17pm, Lucy sends her a link to an article and Y/N feels the sudden urge to throw up. Because the article is about Harry and the headline reads: Trouble in Paradise? Styles and Co CEO Harry Styles seen partying on a yacht with ex Kendall Jenner, just months after celebrating his third wedding anniversary and welcoming daughter Elle Styles.

The photos are incriminating. Kendall’s face in his neck, his hands around her waist. Kendall getting into a cab, leading Harry behind her.

Lucy calls. Y/N doesn’t answer.

At 8:15pm, Y/N picks herself up off the floor, goes upstairs, grabs a bag throws essential things inside for her and Elle and gets her keys.

That’s when the door opens and her husband walks, stumbles, through the front door.

“Sorry I’m late. Something smells good.” Harry’s words have a slight slur to them, she knows he’s been drinking but she can’t bring herself to care. He steps closer and she wrinkles her nose.

“You smell like her.” Y/N comments, willing herself not to cry.

“Who? Kendall?” Harry is suddenly ten times more alert, worry evident on his face.

“Nothing happened Y/N.” “Sure didn’t look like nothing. In fact the photos were… quite something.”

“Love… I don’t- I put her in a cab and she went home. It was supposed to be a quick meeting and then it turned into a yacht event and I know you wanted me home earlier but I-”

“This isn’t about me wanting you home earlier Harry. I wanted this night for us. Because we’re drifting apart and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“You’re being dramatic, I’ve just been busy.”

“You’ve been “busy” for 4 months Harry. Are you not in love with me anymore?” Y/N’s voice trembles but she holds his gaze. Harry feels his heart drop into the floor.

“…What?”

“Tell me it’s all in my head. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Y/N calm down. You’re acting insane, of course I love you.”

“Harry, you make me feel annoying when all I want is for you to love me back as much as I love you! You just sit there and you… you just tolerate me. And I don’t deserve that. I sit here in this stupid mansion you bought for us with our daughter who probably doesn’t even know that you’re her father because you’re never around. I just sit here and I wait with Elle. For you to come home to me, for you to tell me you need me as much as I need you. And I don’t think I can do it anymore.” She pushes past him to the garage and he grabs her wrist gently. “Y/N. Baby where are you going?”

“Bit late for the pet names H. Don’t you think?” She scoffs.

“I need space. Come find Elle and I if you think you’re going to be able to show up for us, because I don’t feel the need to explain to our daughter why she doesn’t have a fucking dad.”

Harry steps back, looking at her helplessly as her words cut him deep.

“Bye Harry.”

Read Part II here

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elliesmainhoe · 4 months

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New Year's Day

Ellie Williams x Fem! Reader

summary: you and Ellie host your first ever New years Eve party, and as you both clean up the mess your friends had left in their wake.

Content Warnings: alcohol?, nothing really just fluff tbh.

(based on 'new years day' by Taylor Swift)

there's glitter on the floor after the party.

as your eyes flickered open, the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume immediately hitting you, immediately feeling regret of offering up yours an Ellie's shared apartment to host your friends annual New Year's Eve party.

"g'mornin' pretty girl" a rough voice rasped out, the feeling of your girlfriends hands brushing through your hair as you both slowly awoke from your slumber on the leather couch.

the sight of Ellie was amusing for sure. hair tussled and frizzy, your lipstick mark on her cheek and glitter speckled around her face from the cheesy sparkly 2024 glasses you had forced her into wearing.

"morning Ells."

girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby.

dinas arms wrapped around you in a goodbye, promising you to send the pictures of you and Ellie kissing under the fireworks that you watched on your balcony and thanked you for the cheap champagne and food.

you glanced over your shoulder to see Ellie talking to Jesse, who looked just as... worn out. soon her eyes focused back on you as the two approached you and Dina. Jesse's hand reaching for dinas, dinas free hand interlocking with Jesse's, her occupied one clutching her heels that she had given up on wearing a long time ago.

after bidding each other farewell Dina and Jessie left your apartment, Dina walking barefoot towards the elevator. a smile graced your lips, you'd been there too. who hasn't? dancing too much where heeld feet turn blistered and sore.

candle wax and polaroids on the hard floor, you and me from the night before, but

after the door closed and the last person left your messy apartment, Ellie's arms snaked around your waist, synchronised sighs leaving both of you as you looked around the post-party mess.

melted candles that used to be standing proud in cake now discarded on kitchen counter tops. an old Polaroid camera laying on the couch, pictures it produced scattered around like a treasure house.

there was one of the cake

the champagne

you and Ellie dancing

you sitting on Ellie's lap, head resting on her shoulder

your lips touching in a tender kiss while fireworks explode behind you.

don't read the last page, but I can stay when you're lost and I'm scared.

new year means new challenges and as Ellie's lips press softly against your temple, swaying side to side in eachother's embrace, moving to the sound of Ellie's humming a song you can't quite remember the name of, you know it'll be alright.

"I love you" you whisper softly.

"I love you too" comes the reply.

and your turning away, I want your midnights

you remember the fun from last night, the cheers of triumph after winning a stupid party game, the clinks of champagne flutes and the sensation of the bass of the music that shook the floor.

but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

but now here you both are, kneeling on the hardwood floors as you pick up empty bottles of beer and discarded glasses of half drunken wine glasses and flutes of bubbly.

the smile on your face is beaming despite the thudding headache your hangover had so kindly given you. the warmth in your chest still blossoming. the boring clean up feeling just as special as the night of fun before.

you glance up as Ellie silently puts various items in a large trash bag, her eyes meeting yours. and just from the loving glint in them you knew so well, you could tell those feelings were reciprocated.

you squeeze my hand three times at the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's going to be a long road.

you think back to yesterday, your group of friends piling in the back of a taxi after you had partook in pre drinks at your all time favourite bar. and now you were all on the way back to the apartment you had so enthusiastically decorated with gold '2024 ballons' and gold tinsel.

Ellie's hand was wrapped in yours, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she squeezed three times, a gesture you knew too well.

three squeezes, three words.

love.

you.

you squeezed back four times.

love.

you.

too.

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe or if you strike out and you're crawling home

2024 will be the fourth year you and Ellie have been together, four years. the road was bumpy, you both had the highest highs followed by the lowest of lows, but there was one thing that stayed constant. the warmth you felt when you looked at her, and the feeling of you heart growing more and more every word she spoke of endearment.

and Ellie felt it too, which was why a diamond encrusted ring was hidden in the back of the closet. this would be the year she popped the question.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you. Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you. Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you And I will hold on to you

New year's day came and gone, polaroids now hung on the wall by the front door, a ring now adorning your finger. Dina was giggling through the phone as you jokingly scolded her for not telling you that Ellie was going to propose, that the girls spa day and manicure was all a ploy for good engagement pictures.

Ellie sat behind you on the couch after grabbing you both drinks from the kitchenette, pressing a kiss to your forehead and waving to Dina who waved back.

"oh God you should have seen it, Ellie, Joel, Jesse and me all huddled into the poor jewelers shop downtown- I'm honestly surprised we weren't kicked out." she laughed. "but I think it paid off- I mean, you're never going to be able to shake Ellie off now, she's going to hold onto you forever, I pity you." she joked which was swiftly replied by Ellie in a middle finger.

Please don't ever become a stranger, whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Ellie's face was flushed and red, her soft hair falling in front of her face covering up the tears that stained her rosy freckled cheeks, your hands interlocked, both ring fingers dressed in golden rings.

"I now pronounce you wife and wife. you may kiss the bride."

the world seemed to slow, the congregation of guests vanishing as you both leaned in, lips meeting as the sound of muffled cheers hit your ears. you could feel the way ellies lips twisted into a smile as you kissed.

as soon as you pulled apart you heard the joyous laughter resonating from her chest as she offered you her hand, an offer you gladly took.

your footsteps land in sync as you walk back down the aisle.

3 squeezes, 3 words.

love.

you.

4 squeezes, 4 words.

love.

you.

too.

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A/N: I had to describe holding hands one too many times. anyways HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

NOT PROOFREAD

#the last of us #ellie williams #lesbian #wlw #ellie williams fic #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fluff #happy new year #tlou 2 #ellie tlou

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acourtofmarvels · 1 year

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Surprise - Cassian

Warnings: none really, cute fluff. mentions of sex n stuff lol

Word count: 694

"Does it hurt?" I asked sheepishly. I felt so guilty. And a little bit proud of myself, but don't tell Cassian that.

He groaned in response. I could tell he was trying not to blow up on me. I hit him pretty hard.

"I'm sorry, baby." I sat beside him on the bed. I took the ice from his hand and held it onto his head myself. "At least you don't have a concussion."

"At least we know training is working. You got me good." He tried to smile at me but only winced in the process.

"You startled me! I wasn't expecting anyone to be at the house." And I smashed a bottle of wine over his head. It wasn't a small bottle either.

Rhys told me they were gonna be gone all day and most likely wouldn't get back tomorrow. Rhys always informs me when they are on their way home, then I can expect Cassian to come and see me.

"I expect a blowjob after this." Even in pain he's horny and inappropriate. I honestly shouldn't be surprised he said that.

Cassian was... unexpected for me. This thing between us happened one night and never stopped. At some point it was just a fling, then we said we were exclusive. Next thing I know we're all in and dating.

Our relationship never should have happened. We had a one night stand on a drunken holiday. And the next morning we slept with each other again. Cassian never did relationships. He was a go with the flow kind of guy and always said he never had the time for it.

I was just wanting sex. No strings and the kind that made your legs weak afterwards. Cassian exceeded expectations. We've been friends for so long now and I've heard from other girls I know whom he's slept with, that he's great in bed. Don't tell him this cause it will just boost his massive ego, but he's the best I've ever had.

"I feel like I should get an award for my marvelously teaching. I think I taught you too well." He groaned and layed back on the bed, taking the ice with him. "Cauldron boil me, I can't believe you got the drop on me like that. You're lucky I love you, babe. If any other person had done this to me-"

"You love me?" I blurt out, my eyes wide.

Cassian halts mid-sentence. He looked genuinely confused as if he had no clue what I just questioned. But he said it. I heard it loud and clear. I think my heart nearly stopped beating when he said it. He said he loved me.

"You just said it." I was fighting the urge to smile. Cause what if he didn't mean it? What if the hit had really messed him up. Oh shit did I rattle his brain with that wine bottle?

"I..." He cleared his throat, slowly bringing the ice down from his head to look at me. "Well, damn. I guess I did."

My heart is racing. He didn't deny it, yet.

"D-did you mean it?" I had to ask. I would give him the way out if he needed it. This was serious for us. I mean, we didn't even want to be in a relationship at first, let alone fall in love.

A small smile crept up on his face. When he nods I feel immediately relieved. I moved over beside him, running my fingers through his hair like I always did. "Say it again." The words nearly came out as a beg.

He moaned and ran a hand down his face. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make me say it again. It's bad enough that I said it first. That's never happened before." His arrogant tone deserved a slap on the arm from me. But then I couldn't help but climb onto his lap and attack his face with kisses. His body shakes under mine from laughing.

"On a scale from one to ten how badly does your head really hurt? Because I don't know if you know this about me but, emotional intimacy really turns me on. And you just told me you loved me, and I sure as hell am completely head over heels in love with you. And I think we should have sex right now."

His gaze on me darkens, his hands grip my hips firmly. "Suddenly I feel a whole lot better."

inspired by The Score by Elle Kennedy

Acotar Masterlist

#cassian #cassian x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #acotar fanfic #cassian fanfic #cassian fanfiction #cassian imagine #azriel #cassian fluff #cassian acosf #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf

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reotheworld · 1 year

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Hi if it's possible can you write please something with Michael Kaiser who has a love-hate relationship with a friend who accompanies Noël Noa to the blue lock, (I would like to see the character be able to say words in French without Kaiser does not understand them while Noa does and is exasperated)

talk's cheap

❝ but i like the way she's talking to me ❞

➜ fem!reader who is a friend and assistant to noel noa is also in a love hate relationship with michael kaiser

➜ fem!reader

sugar level: 0% | suggestive dialogue; translations are provided at the bottom of the oneshot

you didn't exactly know how and when it happened, but not you bothered to know when and what time did it occur, but the moment you see michael kaiser as you accompany your good friend noel noa inside the blue soccer jail, things that you deem normal, will never not be normal.

"you look lovely today." he says, bending down a little forward as he peers into your face.

painting your red lips a sweet smile, you turn your head to face him, eyes meeting his. "don't i always look lovely?"

it wasn't in a good or bad way, but there is something about him that has you seething and keeping you on your toes. he makes you seethe him and keep you up on your toes around him.

"are my eyes deceiving me? or is that a smile i see?" he asks, raising a hand in an attempt to cup your cheek and thumb to swipe on your lower lip.

kaiser's attempt falls short when you craned your head back forward. "you tell me." you responded, walking away without saying anything else to him.

and this isn't exactly the first time it's happening. for others, yes this their first time seeing you and kaiser display your confusing relationship, but those who are used to it, thinks it's just a normal occurrence.

but for noel noa's case, hearing your responses were, to say the least, striking.

"pour un homme, il a un toucher agréable." you lean to whisper into noel's ear, eyes trained on kaiser's figure on the pitch.

"how about that, princess?" kaiser asks, grinning after scoring a goal. "how'd i do?"

creating a face, you hum before crossing your fingers into an X.

"il a essayé de la prendre par derrière mais il s’est arrêté. il va falloir accélérer le rythme un peu. bonne pénétration!"

hearing your response made noel almost spat out his drink whereas kaiser's eyes widened in surprise, a small tint of pink splotching across his cheeks.

now how on earth is he supposed to counter to that? he didn't understood a single word what you've just responded to him, but glancing at noel's facial reaction, he could only guess that what you just told him.

"hm, if you were to pick to play any position you want to play as in a soccer game, what would you pick and why?" kaiser asks, one night as the whole team went out for dinner.

sitting besides him with noel on your side, you decide to be honest and let's say, humorous.

"if i were to pick a position...i'd say goalkeeper." you say, giving him a tight lipped smile with a nod of your head.

"goalkeeper?" kaiser repeats, not quite expecting that from you. "pray tell, why to be a goalkeeper?"

you tilt your head to the side, eyes gleaming at him. "les femmes seront les meilleures gardiennes de but, car peut importe à quel point elles ouvrent grand, les boules ne peuvent jamais entrer."

hearing your response made noel wipe the corners of his mouth with a clean napkin, hands reaching out to snatch the bottle of wine away from your hands.

"seems you've had too much already." he tells you.

"but it's only my second!"

"kaiser, you should try the macarons!" ness amuses, smiling with his eyes closed and cheeks stuffed full of the sweet treat. "i especially like the lemon flavored ones!"

still not understanding a single word you've spoke to him, kaiser decides to get back at you when you least expect.

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pour un homme, il a un toucher agréable - for a man, he's got a lovely touch. il a essayé de la prendre par derrière mais il s’est arrêté. il va falloir accélérer le rythme un peu. bonne pénétration! - tried hitting from behind but he stopped. going to need to pick up the pace a bit. great penetration!

les femmes seront les meilleures gardiennes de but, car peut importe à quel point elles ouvrent grand, les boules ne peuvent jamais entrer - women will be the best goalkeepers because no matter how wide they open the balls can never go in.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk imagines #bllk x you

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firstkanaphans · 7 months

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oh my god i love these prompts!!! could i request Y with sandray? tysm!!

[Y]elling “I love you” in the middle of an argument + [Q]uieting them with a kiss

Ray was drifting in and out of consciousness when he heard his bedroom door being wrenched open.

“Ray? Ray?!”

Despite its anxious tenor, the voice was familiar and comforting, but Ray was far too exhausted to open his eyes and see who it belonged to. Instead, he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow with a groan. The voice was very loud.

“Jesus Christ, Ray. Are you drunk?!”

Ray groaned again because it was really none of this voice’s business whether he was drunk or not, but before he could find the energy to tell them to piss off, he was forcibly rolled over as the covers were ripped off of him. He tried to shield his eyes from the sunlight, but it was too late. His retinas burned.

“Leave me alone. I’m sleeping.”

“Sleeping? Ray, have you lost your goddamn mind? You were supposed to meet me at the orphanage an hour ago to complete your community service—you know, the thing you’re required by the government to do or otherwise they’ll send you to jail?”

Ray recognized the voice now and the longer he stared at the blurry figure in front of him, the better Sand came into focus. His cheeks were flushed and he looked angry. He usually did these days.

“I’ll reschedule,” Ray grumbled. He didn’t understand what the big deal was. It wasn’t like it was Sand’s problem.

“Ray,” Sand snapped. “You can’t keep doing this!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s irresponsible.” Ray rolled his eyes—what a lame excuse—and then reached for the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He picked it up and was just about to take a sip when Sand snatched it away. Ray glared at him. Sand glared back. “If you keep going like this, you’re going to kill yourself.”

Ray didn’t quite know how to articulate that he really didn’t fucking care. He had broken up with Mew the night before, finally forced to come to terms with the fact that Mew didn’t love him. That he didn’t love Mew. And without that safety net to fall back on, he didn’t really give a damn where he ended up. Jail? Hell? It was all the same to him.

He climbed out of bed in search of a drink. Sand couldn’t gatekeep all of it. There was too much.

There was a bottle of wine in the music room, so he grabbed it only to find that it was empty. He tossed it to the side and then went to the mini fridge instead. He found a beer, but before he could crack it open, Sand stole that from him too. Ray turned to glare at him.

“I’m not going to let you drink,” Sand said and then held the bottles up in demonstration. “I can do this all day. I’m sober. You can’t outlast me.”

“I’ll call the cops,” Ray countered, “and tell them you’re trespassing.”

Sand called his bluff. “Go right ahead.”

Ray let out a shriek of frustration. “Why do you fucking care if I drink myself to death, anyway? I’m not your fucking problem!”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

The words struck Ray like a bolt of lightning and he suddenly felt more sober than he had in days. He froze, his anger evaporating as quick as it had come, and just stared at Sand who had turned beet red at his own outburst.

“But you know what?” Sand said, immediately backpedaling. He set the bottles down on the table next to him and began turning towards the door. “Clearly, you don’t need my help, so…”

He was giving in. He was trying to get away. Ray didn’t want to let him go because Sand loved him—despite everything he had done. Despite everything Ray had put him through. Sand loved him. And Ray was pretty sure that he loved Sand, too. He hadn’t recognized it at first because the feeling was so different than what he felt for Mew. It wasn’t safe. It was wild and scary and untamed. It made him want to be alive.

“Just show up for your community service, okay?” Sand said as he reached the door. “Please. Don’t go to prison over this, Ray. I don’t think I could live with myself if—”

Ray crossed the room, spun Sand around, and kissed him. Sand let out a soft noise of surprise against his lips, but once he realized what was happening, he relaxed. He kissed him back. When they finally parted, he just stared at Ray, a question in his eyes.

“I love you, too,” Ray said. He was sure this time.

Sand smiled at him so brightly that it warmed him from the inside out and for the first time in a very long while, Ray wasn’t craving alcohol. Instead, he kissed Sand again.

For the Fluff Prompt ABCs

#i'm kinda obsessed with this one you guys #thank you for the prompt 🙏🏻#only friends the series #only friends fic #sandray #sandray fic #sarah writes things #fluff prompt abcs

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charmsandtealeaves · 2 months

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Well despite a very busy week, I actually also managed a lot of reading! Big win for me personally. This week is still predominantly Jily (no surprises there - especially with gift exchange fics dropped)

Read This Week:

Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton by @wearingaberetinparis (Ch.11-)

WIP, Regency Jily, Rated M

Dearest Reader, the ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you the news that the Duke of Peverell has returned to London at last! A year after setting off on his tour of Europe, Lady Peverell's son has returned and rumour has it that his mother is preparing for the most joyous of occasions: a late summer wedding that sees her son wed the next Duchess of Peverell. It is my sincere hope that you have stored a bottle of wine for this most delightful of upcoming events for if ever there were a more determined mama, this writer is Icarus and this society paper has been scorched for flying too close to the sun. A Jily Regency Romance inspired by Shondaland's "Bridgerton".

Down Comes The Night by Wearingaberetinparis (Ch.1-)

WIP, Hogwarts Jily, Different Houses, Rated M

As the Wizarding World grows ever darker, the threat of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters looming, James Potter – Gryffindor at heart, pure of blood, traitor by nature – and Lily Evans – Ravenclaw of mind, Muggle by birth, solitary of soul – are appointed Head Boy and Girl.

To Bring Down A Kingdom by @mppmaraudergirl (Ch.1-)

WIP, Forbidden Love Jily, Rated M

“If we do this…” “For all of time, they will say it was our love that brought down a kingdom.” A story about forbidden lovers, the battle between duty and love, and the cost of betrayal. Inspired by the film Tristan and Isolde.

Your Friend, James by @thelighthousestale

Complete (5.3k), Letters, Hogwarts Jily, Rated T

It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.

Miss Evans and the Impossible Task (of finding a husband) by @annasghosts (Ch.9)

Complete (22.2K), Regency Era Jily, Rated T

Miss Lily Evans, the youngest daughter of a widow with a modest fortune, at one and twenty years of age knows what is required of her: to find a husband willing to support her and her mother. The problem? Men of the London society aren’t swayed by her lack of a dowry and brazen attitude. Luckily for her Mr James Potter has just come home from Cambridge and she can enlist his help to find out what men really want.

A Tale of Two Sisters by Annasghosts

Complete (2k) Lily and Petunia Evans, Rated G

This is the story of Lily and Petunia Evans, two sisters who couldn't be more different, but once upon a time, when they were little girls, thought their bond unbreakable.

Theogony by @clare-with-no-i

Complete (120k), Ancient Greece/Time Travel Jily, Rated M

The trip that Lily Evans expects to go on is the annual pre-dissertation jaunt to Athens with the rest of her Classical Civilizations PhD program. The trip she does not expect to go on is to 479 BCE, right on the cusp of one of the most important battles in the Greco-Persian war. Now, she has to navigate antiquity as she tries to find her way back to the 21st Century, God—or gods—help her. James wants to win this war. No, James needs to win this war. He is a man of honor and duty, and even if it means dying a gruesome, bloody death, he will go down in history as one of Athens's great warriors. He will suffer no distractions; not even beautiful ones who speak strangely and refuse to listen to his orders.

Drunk on You by @kay-elle-cee

Complete (4.3k), jily in a tub, Rated E

While on a weekend getaway with some friends, Lily steals away somewhere private to cool down from the sweltering heat and the alcohol in her system. James Potter, a (very fit) friend-of-a-friend who's tagged along, has a similar idea. Spilled wine, bare skin, and bold flirting do not help them cool down one bit.

Accidental Magic by @missgryffin

Complete (9.1k), Jily smut, Rated E

What else is there to do after confessing feelings in the middle of the night than spend a lazy Saturday in bed?

The Three-Minute Initiative by @annabtg

Complete (1.9k), Jily Speed Dating, Rated T

The first bloke Lily meets at the speed dating event is too cold and distant; the second one lacks enthusiasm; the third one doesn’t look like the type to take initiative. The fourth bloke is when she stops counting.

The Couch Chronicles by @jamesunderwater

Complete (3.1k), jily/jilypad cuteness, Rated G

Lily Evans thought Sirius Black wasn't her friend, but she also thought James Potter was just her colleague. She was wrong on both accounts. written for the lovely AnnaBtG as part of @jilymicrofic's 2024 Jily Gift Exchange, and inspired by this fanart.

Loose Ends by @abihastastybeans

Complete (1.7k), Enemies to Lovers, Thieves Jily, Rated M

Written for Jilymicrofics' Valentine's Gift Exchange 2024!! "He walked up behind Lupin and scanned the map, tracing his finger over the hand drawn lines, determinedly. “You’re part of the team now and you’re going to help me show Lily Evans who’s who.”"

Thrice Defied by abihastastybeans

Complete (2.4k), First Wizarding War Jily, Rated M

Written for Jilymicrofics' Valentine's Gift Exchange 2024! James and Lily defying Voldemort three times

there's nothin' like a mad man by @athenasparrow

Complete (1k), Jily smut, Rated E

Order Jily love confessions

Never Far Behind (Those Vivid Knuckles) by @uncertainwallflower

Complete (742), protective jily, Rated E

To wrong Lily Evans is to face James Potter's wrath.

As Good A Reason by @fiendishfyre

Complete (9k), jily enemies to lovers, rated G

James and Lily enter a competition to become apprentices to a famed Potion master.

Operation Jily by @nena-96

Complete (3k), jily, meddling friends, Rated T

Marlene is tired of putting up with James and Lily, so she seeks the help from Sirius and Remus in order to get those two idiots together. Operation Jily is set and ready for action.

Sweethearts’ Special by @tinyluminaryzombie

Complete (1.6k), Jily Coffee Shop AU, Rated T

What happens when your coffee shop nemesis, asks you to pretend to be a couple? "I’ve been staring at the stupid cupcakes for the past hour, and they look way too good. Anyways, would you be willing to join forces and pretend to be together for the free cupcake and coffee?”

Hell is Empty (and all the devils are here) by @nodirectionhome-ao3

Complete (11.4k), canon divergent Order! Jily, Rated M

When an Order mission takes an unexpected turn, James and Lily find themselves stranded together. In the aftermath of the chaos, sheltering together through the storm, a fire catches between them.

Between the Desire and the Spasm by @uncertainwallflower (ch.10)

WIP, canon divergent, modern with magic jily, Rated M

Trains are arguably the centre of everything. The sinew of civilisation for muggles and wizards alike. They are where all walks of life converge. Congregate. In synchronised traversal. Shared agony inflicted by the piercing screech of metal on metal, bonding all patrons aboard a carriage. And outside. A passing glimpse of someone you thought you’d never see again. Trains. They change everything.

Quest For Camelot by @petalsinwoodvale (Ch.10-11)

WIP, Quest for Camelot Jily AU, Rated T

All Lily has ever wanted is to be a knight, like her father, Sir Lionel. After Camelot is attacked and the magical sword Excalibur is stolen, she finds herself teaming up with James, a young blind hermit, as they embark on a quest to find the lost sword. Together, they face the threat of the evil Ruber, navigate challenges with a two-headed dragon and an ogre, and discover that they're more alike than they initially thought. Will they manage to return the sword to Arthur in time, or will they lose not only each other but also their dreams and the precious Excalibur? Based on the 1998 movie Quest for Camelot, but more plot and less singing.

The Librarian of Hogsmeade Village by @ohmygodshesinsane

Complete (8.2k), modern jily AU, Rated T

Lily's work as a librarian in the small village of Hogsmeade has kept her occupied for the past six years, forever keeping the wheels of the town on the track. As the holidays approach, she prepares to settle in with a nice mug of tea and a well-thumbed old book. When a new resident and his son arrive at her weekly story-reading, with cheeky smiles and big hearts, those plans are tossed out the window in favour of chasing love, for once - not escaping it.

Heart Transfiguration by @siriuslychessi

Complete (2.8k), Hogwarts Jily, Rated G

James and Lily have a study session on their 6th year where James starts to notice some changes in Lily's behaviour.

Get a Room by @chierafied

Complete (1.3k), Modern Jily AU, Rated T

The long-awaited trip to London goes awry when Marlene chooses to spend time with her boyfriend - forcing Lily to share their room with none other than James Potter.

The Duel by @reality-exodus

Complete (3k), First Wizarding War, Rated G

While the Marauders are studying in Hogwarts the first wizarding world blooms on their societies with the threat towards Muggleborns getting greater, unfortunately Hogwarts its not a safe place anymore, as the slytherins carry on the believes of their families in school grounds. What happens when Lilly is a targeted Muggle?

Just The Two Of Us by @arianatwycross

Complete (10.2k), Hogwarts Jily, Rated T

Head Students James and Lily face a perilous twist when a malicious potion surfaces in hate mail directed at Lily. Dumbledore orders a week-long quarantine in the Head Students' suite. With unspoken crushes lingering, the duo navigates close quarters, leading to unexpected revelations, lingering looks and forehead kisses.

The Wait Was Worth It by @rose-of-the-grave

Complete (3.3k), Hogwarts Jily, Rated G

James is trying to move on. Lily thinks it's too late. With some help from their friends them might finally be on the same page.

The Boy (In The Bedroom) Next Door by @eastwindmlk (Ch.1-5)

WIP, Canon Divergent Jily, Rated T

1986 Lily Evans has to move in with her new potion's teacher to finish her apprenticeship. There is one small issue, said teacher? Fleamont Potter, father of infinitely annoying and frustratingly fit former rival James Potter. Who she has not seen after leaving Hogwarts after her third year.

The Queen of the Quills (Jily Edition) by @elliemarchetti

WIP, Regency Jily, Rated T

James Potter, London's most evasive bachelor, an impertinent libertine, has decided to get married. He has also already chosen his wife, the debutante Lily Evans, a self-confident young woman who has not the slightest intention of being seduced by such a man.

#charms read round up #week 7 #fic recs

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pearl-blue-musings · 2 months

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Can I join in wine night?

And can I have Adam again pls. For the love of god. I almost sent in Shin and Waka but Adam has me by the throat.

Adam. CNC. Just fucked stupid.

That’s how I want to be LOL.

😈😈😈

Fem bodied reader and she/her pronouns, cnc, literally just…yeah

You slammed the door open to your shared bedroom and quickly shut it behind you. Adam perks up from his spot on the bed, mask still on as he plays with the guitar strings on his slightly beaten instrument. He takes a slurp of his drink before finally addressing you.

“What’s up your ass, danger tits?”

If your eyes could shoot fire your bed and your lover would be in flames. You huff and kick off your shoes and crawl toward him on the bed. Adam places his guitar to the side and quirks an eyebrow as you get closer. There’s an intensity in your movements that leaves him uneasy but also slightly hard. You crawl over him, legs straddling his waist as he scoots farther back on the bed. “Ayo what the fuck?!”

You wrap a hand around his neck, choking him slightly but not enough for it to hurt. Your voice oozes with an intense lust. “You are going to take off your mask and then take off your clothes. I don’t wanna hear a goddamn word from you.” Adam rolls his eyes and rips off his mask, a pout forming on his lips. You growl and finish the job of undressing him. All the while he’s yelling and faintly pawing at you to let him do things himself. He smacks your hand away before you forcefully place it over his moist yet chapped lips.

You lean close, eyes raking over his bare chest before locking with his. “Not today, asshole. Today, we’re doing things my way and you are gonna shut up and let me fuck you.”

He bites at your palm and tries to push you off. “Fuck you bitch! I’m not doing that.”

You slap his cheek and aggressively kiss him, teeth clattering together as you force his mouth open with your tongue. “I don’t exactly give a fuck,” you whisper against his lips. In your other hand, a pair of handcuffs are open and then lock onto one of Adam’s wrists until both wrists are locked up and over his head. His arms struggle to move as he finally feels the cool metal around his naked wrists.

Adam spatters, “when the fuck did you cuff me? Do you know who the fuck I am?” You giggle to yourself and slowly roll down his boxers to free his now aching cock. It looks beautiful like this, a tint of red at the top from how turned on he is. The tip glistens from precum and you can’t wait to get it in your mouth. You lick your palm and gently grab his dick, feeling it twitch in your hand.

You slowly start to stroke it, watching the way his slit leaks as you mess with him. Adam writhes and struggles under your grip as you start to suck at his tip, not giving him what he wants. He’s nothing but a moaning and whiny mess under you. And you love it. “F-fuck,” he whimpers, he fucking whimpered, “just put it in your mouth!”

You release him and he groans, before yelping as you slap his taint. “And just for that I’m not sucking you off.” His head falls back as he arches his back off the bed. Adam bites his lip and groans louder. You then move to take off your panties, throwing them to the side as you move up his body, situation your cunt over his face. Your legs cradle his head and you lower yourself onto him. “Suck me off,” you command. He rolls his eyes and you grab his hair, forcing his head and tongue into your pussy. You grind your hips into his mouth, moaning wantonly as his tongue explores your insides. His nose is pressed against your clit and it sends you buzzing. You control him enough for him to finally eat you out like you deserve.

Your hips start to shake as you grind into him more, getting close to cumming. You can feel that Adam can’t breathe but you don’t care, you ride his face until you’re finally moaning his name and cumming hard. You release him and he coughs out, spitting a bit as you place your hands on his hips. You shimmy yourself, stopping briefly to collect your slick in your hand to use as lube for his cock, toward it.

You finally slam your hips down onto him, both of you moaning at the physical connection. Adam tries to drive his hips into yours as his toes curl. Your walls tighten around him as his cock twitches inside you. You lift your hips ever so slightly before slamming down onto his dick and finding a magical rhythm.

Adam practically cries at the way you ride him, wanting nothing more than to dig his fingers into your hips. His hands grip at the handcuffs and his legs wriggle uncontrollably. You feel so good on him, you’re tightening around him and he wants to cum so bad. He cries out, “fuck babe, you gotta let me cum. I’ve been good, right? Is it something you want? You want me to, fuck, write you a song? I’ll do anything just let me-“

“Shut,” you slam your hips down, “the fuck,” you moan breathily, “up.”

“Y-yes mommy.”

You move faster and faster, loving the blissed out look on his face, tongue lolled out to the side as you fuck him harder. The muscles in your legs ache from straddling his waist, but you know this is what he deserves. By this point, nothing coherent is leaving his lips; you can feel him leaking inside you knowing he’s already came. You want to break him, and you’re already there. His voice breaks with moaned cries, “p-please babe. I wanna cum again. Why haven’t you cum yet? Let me touch you! F-fuck you’re so pretty. I’m so-sorry, I’ll be a good boy I promise!”

That’s all you needed to hear.

You lean over and uncuff him, hushed praises leave his lips as he rubs his fingers on your clit. You shake above him, just as blissed out as he is as he finally starts to fuck up into you. Your legs and hips are sticky from sweat, pre, and your juices and it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. Your hips stutter with him as you dig your nails into his chest as you cum hard with a shrill whimper.

Adam slams up into you one final time, having another dry orgasm as the two of you fall onto each other and the bed, panting heavily. The two of you are still connected when Adam sits up slightly.

“I,” he starts, “am never letting you do that again.”

You giggle and kiss his cheek. “Right, and I’ll just tell the angels you called me mommy.”

Adam is silent as he lays back in defeat. You egg him in further. “Just remember, next time it’s pegging.”

Inside you, you feel his dick twitch.

Wine night!

#elle’s musical moots #yara’s shell friends #elle’s wine night #yara’s wine night #lee 🎗️#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam x you #hazbin hotel adam smut

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@proshipper-on-ship thank you for the Dick & Dan idea you added to my other post, please enjoy some of the fall out your comment resulted in haha

“So,” Bruce tried, looking hesitantly pleased at the surprisingly light atmosphere around the table. “Anything new and exciting going on with anyone?”

Things were going good.

And then Damian cleared his throat, looking imperious and uninterested at the same time as he waited for everyone to turn to look at him.

“No.” Dami dismissed easily, without more than a glance in Bruce’s direction. “Night and I have decided to take some time to travel before continuing any further schooling.”

He regretted taking that sip almost immediately as Damian said, “Night and I took our marital vows yesterday. She sends her regrets that she was unable to join us for family dinner tonight.”

Predictably, the room broke out into utter chaos.

Bruce just…stared, frozen in place, face caught in the most open look of shock Dick thinks the man has ever shown in his life.

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Damian sniffed and cast a caustic look towards - of all people - Jason, “Unlike some people, I share my good news with the family in a timely manner.”

Or maybe he was just going to try to kill them with a heart attack.

“What the fuck?!”

“Language!”

“Who the fuck is Jazz?!”

“Language!”

“Night’s elder sister and guardian, Drake, keep up. You should know this, you’re dating her brother.”

“I’m what?”

“And Grayson is having flirtations with her other brother.”

“Dan is Elle’s older brother? Wait - how do you know about that?”

“Todd and I are in the Nightingale family group chat. We have endured far too much waxing poet about your posterior over the past months.”

“Why do they all have variations of the same name? Who gives all their children the same name?”

“He likes my ass?”

“Oh my god, bigger picture Dick, focus.”

“Seriously, do they all have the same name outside of the older sister? I feel like we need to acknowledge they all have the same name.”

“Can we go back to the fact that Damian got married? To Elle? Yesterday? How did you even do that without anyone knowing?

“Dr. Nightingale is a notary.”

“...Dr. Nightingale as in the woman Bruce is investigating Dr. Nightingale?”

“Okay but the name thing? Please tell me you’re not naming the baby some variation of the name Daniel.”

“If the gremlins get their way it will be. Do you know how many lists we’ve made that they keep sabotaging?”

“So you have Dan’s number? Could you give it to me?”

“Jesus Christ, Dick I’m begging you.”

“Why did you guys even get married?”

“For the diplomatic immunity.”

“You don’t have diplomatic immunity.”

“I do now.”

“What does that mean?”

#oops i added a baby plot line #in my defense it seemed the funniest shit to add #bruce is losing his god damn mind #he's been convinced that jazz is up to something for so long #but hasn't been able to find anything on her #and now it turns out that four of his children are involved with her/her family #is this a conspiricy?#is there mind control happening?#how did he miss that Elle who has been coming over to his house for *six years* now was the younger sister of a person of interest?#how did he miss that Damian *married* her?#How did he miss that Jason was involved with Jazz in the first place???#JASON IS HAVING A BABY HE'S GOING TO BE A GRANDPA???#wait and now it turns out Tim is dating another Nightingale?#And Dick is involved with the same Nightingale?#No wait it's a different one #Why DO they all have the same name?#nevermind all that can wait he's going to be a GRANDFATHER #HE'S NOT READY TO BE A GRANDFATHER #Damian is just sitting there enjoying his meal #he for sure was recording the whole thing for Elle to watch later #he woke up and chose violence #this time it was just the violence where everyone ends up screaming at each other instead of bloodshed #alfred is just so done with his family's nonsense #he is very excited about finally having someone to give all of Bruce's old baby clothes too #dan and dick have been having a full on will they won't they in the background for months i've decided #dp x dc #anger manegment #brain dead #batfam #batman

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sea-moon-star · 8 months

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To You || YJH

Pairing: Boyf! Jeonghan x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst (barely), slice of life

WC: 1k

Summary: What does Jeonghan have up his sleeves for your date night? Him taking care of you after a long day at work by cooking Korean comfort food for you (Mayhaps pranking you!)

A/N: Thanks to Elle's Mama I made it video for being the inspiration for chef & domestic Hannie! This is as self indulgent as I could ever be. 🌊🌙⭐️

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Y/N's POV

I had to pinch myself when I entered the house after a particularly long day of work, to the aroma of food coming all the way to the front door. Jeonghan was so busy focusing on the simmering tteokboki & ramen on the stove while he prepped for the gimbap ingredients that he didn’t even notice that I’d come home. I went upstairs and freshened up, only to come down and see him in the same position as I’d left him, with his brows furrowed in concentration as he prepared his gimbap. Earlier, he’d been chopping the veggies but now he was rolling them up carefully, as if he was on Masterchef about to impress Gordon Ramsey himself.

I chuckled to myself as I decided to lay out the table in the meanwhile, not wanting to shift his focus from the task. I put a bunch of roses inside the vase that lay in the centre of our dining table, it was our little ritual where I got him a new bouquet of roses because it was his favorite flower and it reminded us of an inside joke we had while drunk watching the bachelorette, he’s said that if he ever starred in the show, he’d win all the roses and break the competition because no man would ever stand a chance against him. Usually I wasn’t one to further boost his ego but drunk me had all but agreed wholeheartedly and since then, I’d always given him roses on date nights like this one.

As I opened the cabinet to remove a favorite bottle of red, one that he loved along with two wine glasses, I couldn’t help but get a bit distracted myself. It’s not like this was new but everytime I saw him, I couldn’t quite believe that the Angel of SVT, the man who stole the heart of Carats worldwide, Yoon Jeonghan was just standing there in our shared kitchen, making me dinner for our date night. He looked gorgeous, even as a sheen of sweat covered his forehead, a stray lock from his messy bun covered his face & he struggled to pull up his sweater sleeves to keep them from getting dirty as he cooked. I couldn’t believe this man in a bunny apron, still managed to look that sexy & that he was not a figment of my imagination but he was real, he was mine… it felt incredulous.

In my bid to not look away from him, even for a second, I failed to see that I hadn’t closed the overhead cabinet & bumped right into it. Despite the initial shock & the tiny exclamation of pain that left my lips, I felt shaked but relieved, knowing that the bottle of wine & glasses were unscatched. I had managed to hold onto them before they toppled over so there was no damage done. In the flash moment that I managed to keep the glasses & wine on the table, while steadying myself, he was there in front of me, as one hand reached above my tiny 5 foot frame to close the cabinet doors, the other hovered protectively over my head, keeping me from getting hurt again.

“Are you okay? When did you come? Why didn’t you tell me you were home?” He said, his voice laced with worry while looking me all over for any bruises. “I’m okay, it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry, I saved the alcohol, not a drop wasted!” I said, & chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Eyyy, that’s not what I’m concerned about, you know that! Look at that, you’ve grazed your head! Stay still, let me fix that, jagi." I blushed in a way that might’ve outdone the red on the table, as he traced the cut on my forehead gently with his cold fingers & despite my million protests, proceeded to put a cute animal band-aid on it.

He always kept a band-aid in his wallet, not even the first aid box, it was one of the first things I’d noticed when I’d met him. For all his aloof, savage & mischievous behavior, he was the first to come to anyone’s rescue if they were hurt, like the time Soonyoung had scratched his nose with their SVT ring & Hannie had been the one to give him the band-aid. I ended up smiling, thinking of that kind gesture as he glared at me in anger, “Yah! Where is your attention? This is no joke. What on earth has you this zoned out!? “I’m sorry, it’s not my fault that I have a visual like you as my boyfriend, it’s only human for me to get carried away.” I answered sheepishly. He tried to keep his poker face intact but I knew him too well to see the corner of his lips were turning upwards, that he was fighting the urge to smirk. “What am I going to do with you? Bubbleproof you? Sigh! The food’s getting cold, just sit down & no, I don't need your help, don't even say it. Just stay here & don’t touch anything, don’t move, don’t breathe- I’ll be back.” He said & I could swear I heard a small laugh as he went to the kitchen to bring the dishes.

I played, our song- “To you by SVT” in the background, to set the mood for our date as he gave me a plateful of food & gestured at me to begin eating. He wanted me to take the first bite & tell him how it tasted so I abided. I eagerly reached out for the gimbap, my favorite item. But when I bit into it, I tasted a mouthful of carrots, Han & I both hated carrots so it was quite the sight to see as I forcefully tried to stuff down the gimbap while he laughed his ass off. “How dare you!? Jeonghan!!” I screamed as I gulped some wine to wash down the taste. “You’re one to talk, you’re the one who gave me a heart attack a while earlier, this is just an equalizer.”

I pouted, accepting my defeat, knowing this was just his way of showing his care & affection. I’d signed up for this, not just the visuals or the kindness, but the pranks too, I loved him for all of it. “You win, Hannie-1, Y/N-0. Happy?” I replied, a smile on my face because I’d eat as many of these carrot filled gimbaps if it put a grin on the face of the man I loved the most.

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #svt x reader #svt #svt jeonghan #svt carat #seventeen carat #caratland #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan fic

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greencways · 4 months

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jennifer jareau headcanons

1. ENFP

2. took dance classes when she was younger

3. will watch disney films all day if you let her

4. hates pizza and finds the texture gross

5. her favourite meal is mac and cheese

6. LOVED and i mean LOVED back to school shopping, she used to count down the days until she could go to the store

7. used to be a cheerleader before she was on the soccer team

8. sometimes reads over spencer's work and writes down specific words that she's never heard of before on a sticky note and then sporadically the next day to see if he notices but he never does, emily catches on very soon though

9. owns so many dvds that she could run her own shop

10. shops at h&m

11. wanted to be a media liaison and talk to people because she used to feel like no one listened to her when she was younger so at least she could listen in return to people who need it

12. bites her straws

13. always cold

14. can do amazing makeup, is incredibly talented at it and does it for fun so she's a pro, she also went viral for how amazing her makeup looks were once

15. allergic to nickel

16. obsessed with butterflies

17. has owned a butterfly necklace

18. had watched every single episode of buffy the vampire slayer and had a crush on faith lehane

19. dyes her hair blonde all the time (she's not a natural blonde)

20. gets a hangover if she looks at a bottle of wine wrong

21. didn't stop collecting butterflies and still collects them with her sons and loves to tell them all the different species

22. can and will sleep anywhere

23. natural brunette

24. reads marvel comics

25. gluten intolerant

26. mixes skittles into her popcorn

27. could not survive the day without a vanilla latte

28. has ocd and anxiety

29. smells like vanilla

30. drinks 8 bottles of water a day

31. favourite taylor swift album is red

32. cuts her own hair

33. always tired

34. sits on chairs with her leg up or legs crossed

35. her love language is words of affirmation

36. drinks way to much boba to a point where it's concerning

37. listens to podcasts to help relax her

38. terrible cook, better baker

39. still keeps in contact with elle, elle rang her after she stopped seeing jj on the tv and now they meet up for coffee twice a week, and elle comes to girls night when she can

40. pina colada lover

41. LOVES bereal and still does it everyday (never on time)

42. is always on aux but everyone is terrified of her music taste so they just let her

43. her phone is always above 70%

44. she is the mom friend and ALWAYS has everything in her bag that you need; medicine, pads, lipstick, money, chargers etc

45. tilts her head back when she laughs

46. twists her necklace when she's nervous

47. LOVES and i mean LOVES colouring (it relaxes her)

48. whenever someone new joins in the team she is ALWAYS the first person to show them around

49. keeps all her maternity clothes just in case someone needs them

50. her go to drink on a night out is vodka coke

51. elle bought her a butterfly necklace after she found out that she collected butterflies when she was younger and she started wearing it after she couldn't wear the one ros gave her anymore

52. when she was a media liaison, every time she would read that a case is really bad and hard one, she would bake chocolate chip cookies for the team and bring them into work before anyone notices and acts surprised when she sees them (hotch is the only one that knows it's her but no one else knows, he smiles at her subtly when she realizes how happy it makes them)

53. avid buffy stan (owns all the dvds, posters, merch) (teen jj used to write fics)

54. tells people her favourite movie is the godfather but it's actually cars (2006)

55. she LOVES british game shows and is genuinely really good at quiz shows (her general knowledge is amazing)

56. she dated a few girls in high school but elle was her first proper relationship

57. her favourite artist is david bowie and her favourite songs are heroes and starman

58. she was told that she was way to sensitive as a child and it impacted on her as an adult so she tries to teach henry and michael that it's okay to express their feelings as best as they can and that they can cry whenever they want and they don't have to keep it in

59. she kept all of henry and michael's drawings when they were growing up

60. she is a night owl but her kids aren't, so she gets up extra early because it makes them really happy

61. she doesn't like to label her sexuality and she doesn't see a point in doing so

62. babysat when she was younger but ended up loving it and wanted to be a teacher for a while

63. she loves journaling and writes to different versions of herself (mostly letters to her future self but she wrote a letter to her old self once and found it too upsetting)

64. she's a beer drinker

65. she still tells people that she has an older sister and she secretly writes letters to her but no one knows (emily figured it out when she saw her writing one once but she never brought it up)

66. she loves marvel and her favourite characters are; doctor strange, wanda, black widow, carol danvers, and spider-man (she also watches the films with henry all the time)

67. she still does those early 2000's magazine quizzes

68. she loves interior design and when her and will bought a house she did most of the work herself

69. she doodles when she's bored

70. she writes notes to henry and michael sometimes (and they write back little notes to her and she doesn't find them until she's in the bau and the team ask what they've written that day)

#criminal minds #fanfic #jennifer jareau #aj cook #jennifer jareau headcanons

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bapydemonprincess · 6 months

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So we all universally agree Seb LOVES his Safety Blanket Pun "One Hell of a Butler", and its so so obvious even in canon there's the servants, the young master and others that have been around him more than once that are obviously sick and tired of it.

...HOWEVER

What if suddenly Sebastian stopped for like... a week or two? What if he didn't say it at all or didn't say it the same?

"Oh, my, you're so amazing, well done!" "Ah, thank you for the compliments but I'm .. just a lowly servant 😊"

"You made all these preparations yourself, amazing!" "I.. do what I can as merely a butler. 😌"

"You're the most elegant, efficient butler I've ever seen!" "You flatter me... but I'm just doing my best. 🙂"

....

The servants start to get.. annoyed.. at this. This sudden change is so... so.. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??? It feels wrong...

And so, suddenly, without a word to each other on it, they start picking up the.. slack.

"Ah, this wine is lovely, and thank you miss!" "O-Oh you're welcome, miss. J-just doin' my job, I am.. A-as one 'ell of a maid! 🙈"

"My the Phantomhive Gardens are astonishingly beautiful! You're very diligent for a young man in your position!" "Aw thank you!! I try my best and um, I'm... just one hell of a gardener, I guess! 😄"

"This donburi stuff is quite good, my compliments!" "Heh, well jus' doin' my job, y'know! As one hell of a chef, haha! 😁"

...

"Earl Phantomhive, this night has been magnificent. You've pulled off an event tonight that will likely be remembered for years! How does one so young continue to accomplish such feats?"

"Well, I'll admit I have had my hands full covering such a heavy burden as Early Phantomhive as well as running a toy company, too.. But at the end of the day, when things do go this smoothly, I'd like to think it comes down to the fact that I've become one hell of an earl at this point. 😈"

"....Haha! Oh hahaha, "one hell of an earl", my goodness! Such rousing humor to boot! Hahaha.. Where'd you get such gall, my lord?? Honestly, we could use more of that kind of silly riffraff wordplay around here, if you ask me!"

"...Hmph, I agree.. And I suppose it's merely something I.. overheard once and thought I'd try picking up."

"Well, here's to hoping it catches on!"

...

Sebastian smiles to himself when he leaves to the kitchen to start cleaning up, a funny little warmth brewing in him every time these humans of his do that, actually.

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #o!ciel #mey rin #finnian #finny #bardroy #bard #phantomfam

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 7 months

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Moodboard by @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter nine: don’t be ridiculous

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

If only I could just read your cursive mind and know what you’re thinking, know what you’re needing, I can try by just guessing what’s inside. But it’s never that easy, so please come and tell me; are you in or are you out? Are you still searching for something you haven’t found? I know it’s hard for you, but you’re killing me right now, so will you love me or let me down?- We The Kings, Love Me or Let Me Down

Elle had a school trip early in the second semester. The week leading up to it had been so hectic for her that Tim hadn’t been able to come home, not even for a night. So when Elle finally left, Lea was beyond excited for some alone time with Tim.

The night Elle left, Lea was in the kitchen of their house, checking on the gumbo—Tim had never had homemade gumbo, which, as a Cajun, Lea found absolutely mind boggling, like, how could he go thirty-six years of his life completely gumboless?—when she heard the door open.

“Baby?” he called.

“In the kitchen!”

Footsteps, and then a contented sigh. “It’s so good to be home with you. What��s that smell, by the way?”

“Gumbo,” Lea informed him. “My mom’s is better than this will probably be, especially so young, but it’s going pretty good so far.”

“Young?” He sounded confused.

“It’s supposed to be aged a bit,” Lea explained, ignoring the steam as she stirred. “The older it gets, the better it is.”

“Like wine?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

She heard him step closer, pressing himself against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut, almost in relief.

He kissed the top of her head. “I missed you.”

She hummed. “You just saw me earlier today.”

“I mean I missed being alone with you,” he amended. “Being able to hold you like this.”

She sighed blissfully. “Yeah. I missed it, too.”

“Remember the last time we were alone in a kitchen?” She could hear the grin in his voice when he spoke.

A smile twitched at her lips. “We’ve been alone in more than one kitchen on numerous occasions.”

He moved a hand down to her hip, squeezing it through the soft fabric of her house dress. “Maybe, but have I fucked you in the kitchen before?”

Lea exhaled slowly. “Not since the first time.”

“And certainly not in our kitchen,” he pointed out, leaning down and kissing her neck. “That won’t do, will it?”

She licked her lips. “N— no.”

Tim inhaled deeply, gripping her jaw and murmuring, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” she breathed. Suddenly, she recalled something he’d told her just before they got together, the last time they were in a kitchen like this. “I love you, Mr. Chalamet.”

He froze, hands that had been hiking her dress up her thighs pausing in their movements. “Lea, you— you— fuck.”

Suddenly, she was spun around, his hands sliding into her hair as he slammed his mouth against hers. She let out a startled “Mmf!” before the sound turned into a moan.

He practically tore her dress in his haste to pull it up around her thighs, yanking his pants down past his hips in a similar manner. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking at her pale pink panties that revealed more than they covered. “Take those off, sweetheart.” When she didn’t manage it fast enough, he added, “C’mon, Lea. I own that sweet little body, don’t I, baby?”

“Yes,” she assured him with a hasty nod.

“Of course I do,” he murmured, yanking the hemline of her dress down along with the cups of her bra. He grabbed one of her breasts as soon as it was bare and fondled it roughly, his fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise. She hoped they did. “Gonna fuck you now. Show you who owns you.”

She kicked her panties aside, winding her arms around his neck to get closer to him. “You own me,” she promised. “I’m all yours.”

“I know,” he agreed softly, grabbing fistfuls of her ass and giving it a few good slaps for good measure. She yelped at the sting, the sound of half pleasure, half pain. He smirked when he heard her delight, smacking her breast right over her nipple. She moaned loudly as he watched her breast jiggle. “God, you’re so sexy.”

“Want you,” she whined needily. “Want you in me, please.”

“Poor baby,” he said condescendingly. “So desperate to get fucked. So desperate for me.”

“Yes,” she admitted.

He hauled her in closer, kissing her hungrily and backing her up against the kitchen counter. Picking her up and depositing her onto it, he didn’t break their kiss, reaching down to spread her legs so he could step between them.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips, aligning himself with her entrance. “Lemme have it.”

She cupped his cheek, leaning back against the wall behind the cabinet, and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Want you to have me,” she told him softly. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” He pushed into her with a groan. “Fuck.”

“Exactly,” she giggled, twining her fingers into his hair.

He chuckled, leaning forward to mouth at her neck. “If you’re capable of making jokes, I probably need to fuck you harder, huh?”

“Mhm,” she moaned as he pulled out only to thrust back in roughly.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

“H— huh?” she stuttered, dazed.

“Call me that again.”

Finally understanding, she managed, “Mr. Chalamet, I—“

“That’s it,” he practically growled. “Again, darling. So fuckin’ hot.”

“Mr. Chalamet,” Lea moaned, throwing her head back so it thudded slightly against the wall behind her. “God, yes, I want— I want—“

“What do you want?” he murmured, mouthing wetly at her throat. “Ask for the world and it’s yours. Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna have your baby,” she admitted with a whine. “Please, I—“

“I know, Lea,” he told her, the gentleness of his voice at odds with his sharp thrusts. “Soon. Just a little bit longer, my love.”

“No,” she insisted. “Don’t wanna wait, want it now, I wanna have a baby with you right now, want your baby, don’t wanna wait, I want it I want it I want it I want it—“

“God, Lea,” he muttered, pulling her closer to him. “Patience, my greedy little girl.”

She shook her head urgently. “No, now.”

“Patience,” he reiterated firmly, fucking into her punishingly. “Much as I’d love to fuck a baby into you now, you need to finish school first.” He paused before adding, “And I’d like to be married to you before we have a baby.”

Lea froze. “You— you wanna marry me?” Her breath was caught in her chest as if she had forgotten how to breathe.

“Of course I do,” he murmured softly, kissing her neck. “My love, my sweet, darling girl. Of course I want to marry you.”

She cupped his cheek, pulling his face up to hers so she could press her mouth against his with urgency. “I wanna marry you, too, Tim,” she admitted, “but I wanna have your baby now. I don’t care that you’re already married. I don’t care that I’m still in school.”

“Lea,” he sighed in exasperation, the thrust of his hips slowing into more of a rocking motion than him fucking into her the way he had been.

“Please,” she begged. She knew he wouldn’t cave, so she added, “Please, Mr. Chalamet. Get me pregnant.”

Tim surged towards her, claiming her mouth again. “I will, darling,” he swore. “As soon as I can, I will.”

“Now,” she insisted, kissing him again. “Now, please.”

“You’re making it very difficult for me to be sensible, my love,” he admonished, still rocking into her, filling her deliciously.

“I don’t care if it’s sensible,” Lea informed him. “I love you. I want this with you.”

“You’ll have it, sweetheart,” he promised, cupping her face and stroking her cheek lovingly. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I swear I will. But I need you to be patient for me. Alright? Can you do that for me, darling? Please?”

She pouted. “I don’t wanna.”

“I know,” he chuckled softly. “As many as you want, love. Just be patient for me.”

“Fine,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“I just want what’s best for you,” he informed her.

“You’re what’s best for me.”

His lips quirked into a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close even as he moved within her. “Soon, sweetheart. I’ll give you a baby soon, I promise.”

“Tim,” she sighed blissfully, leaning into him. “F— feels good.”

“Yeah?” he murmured with a smile against her hairline, leaning down to kiss her again. She arched up into his touch, her lips falling open in a soft gasp when he drove into her a little harder. “That feel good, darling?”

“Yes,” Lea breathed, her toes curling from how incredible it felt, the delicious way he was filling her. The countertop was cold against her skin, a sharp contrast next to the warmth of his body, his touch, but it was damn near impossible to focus on anything but the way he felt, the way he made her feel.

“Tell me you love me,” he prompted again, his voice soft and gentle but still commanding in that ridiculously—obnoxiously, really—way he always managed to pull off.

“I love you,” she told him without hesitation, and was immediately rewarded with his lips on hers. He rocked into her, sucking her lower lip between his teeth before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

“I love you, too,” he rasped out, sliding a hand down to squeeze her hip briefly before trailing back up to grip her breast. “God, you’re so sexy.”

She pulled his face closer to hers, kissing him hungrily as he fondled her breast and rolled his hips. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised into her mouth, rocking into her slowly but harshly. “Not gonna stop until you cum, sweetheart.”

Lea whined at the thought of him bringing her to orgasm, at the way it felt every time he did. “Will you, please?” she asked quietly, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

“You wanna cum already?” he chuckled softly. “Greedy little girl.”

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Tim panted, reaching between them to rub her clit. “I want you to feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” she gasped out, arching into the way his touch shot sparks through her veins. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Yeah?” He bent down to mouth wetly at her throat. “You like that, angel? You wanna cum for me?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her toes already curling from the pleasure. “I want— I want—“

“I know what you want,” he assured her lowly. “I know what you need. And you know I’ll give it to you, don’t you, love?”

Lea nodded jerkily. “I know.”

“You know I’ll always take care of my sweet girl.” He paused, inhaling sharply when he felt her clenching around him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

She nodded again. “‘m gonna cum, Tim, I—“

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, rubbing her clit faster. “Cum on my cock. Feels so good when you do, so pretty when you cum for me.”

Her body tensed, her muscles somehow spamming yet unable to move, and she burst with a sharp gasp of his name.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunted, driving into her harder, moaning into her neck. “God, baby. I’m gonna cum inside you, gonna cum in this tight little pussy—“

“Yes, Tim,” she encouraged softly. “Cum inside me.”

“Fuck—“ he moaned, his thrusts slowly before halting altogether.

It took a few minutes for them to come back to themselves, and he murmured something inaudible against her skin between soft, sweet kisses.

“Huh?” she asked dazedly, blinking in an effort to try and regain her bearings.

“Said I love you,” he mumbled. “Love you so fuckin’ much, baby.”

Lea smiled blissfully. “I love you, too.”

Several minutes later, he was leaning back against the kitchen table, his long legs stretched out in front of him in a position that was far too attractive to really be legal, watching her as she righted her clothing. “Do you actually wanna have a baby now?”

Lea blushed. “I mean… I love you, so it’d be nice, but…”

“It’s not a good time,” he agreed, “but you’re right, it would be nice. Amazing, actually.” He sighed and changed the subject. “Have you ever been to LA?” The question was casual, his gaze lazy.

“No, why?”

“‘Cause you’ve got another couple weeks before your classes start back up. We should make use of them, don’t you think?”

Lea stared at him in disbelief. “You want me to come to LA with you?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

She squinted suspiciously at him. “And would you take me on the jet again?”

“You mean the jet with the private bedroom suite, complete with a shower big enough to fuck you in and a tub where you can ride me? That jet?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Yes, we would be taking that.”

“Where would we be staying, exactly?”

He grinned. “I know a place.”

As it turned out, the place Tim knew was a house. As in he’d bought her another fucking house. If one could even call an 8,300 square foot estate on .33 acres a house. She did not call it a house, she called it a mansion. Or palace. Palace also worked.

It was almost mediterranean in style; with whitewashed stucco, exposed beams, and colorful tiling, their bedroom was the highlight. It had both patio and balcony access, as did their bathroom, and the whole house overlooked the coast. She felt like a princess nestled away in a palace by the sea.

They were only gonna be there for a couple weeks, planning on flying back to New York a few days before her classes started.

She was getting dressed one day, trying to fasten her bra. “Jesus Christ,” she grumbled in frustration.

“What is it, love?” Tim asked cheerfully, sticking his head into the walk-in closet she’d set her suitcase up in.

“My damn nipples are too sensitive for me to even freakin’ touch,” she griped. “This doesn’t even happen if I get my period, and it can’t be PMS anyway; my birth control fixes that.”

He stared at her with wide eyes, swallowing. “Weren’t, uh… weren’t you feeling nauseous when you woke up?”

“Yeah,” she grimaced. “Even coffee smelled gross. It’s weird, I love the smell of coffee.”

He continued to stare at her before finally deciding, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Lea frowned, confused. “O… kay?”

“Take this.”

She looked down, examining the box he’d shoved into her hands. “You want me to take a pregnancy test?”

“Classic early symptoms,” he explained.

She shrugged. “Alright, I guess.”

Five minutes later, she was blinking at the little plus sign. She took another test just to be sure, this one labeled with words.

Pregnant

“T— Tim,” she called out shakily.

“Yeah?” He strolled into the bathroom, glancing over at her where she stood by the sink, staring at the tests.

“It’s positive,” he observed.

“Uh huh,” she barely managed.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yep.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“Yep,” she repeated.

Suddenly, he turned towards her and kissed her so desperately she was frozen for a moment. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated between kisses. “You’re pregnant, Lea. You’re gonna have my baby.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him in disbelief. “Are you… happy?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “The woman I love is having my baby. I’m fuckin’ thrilled.”

“But— but we agreed we’re not ready,” she sputtered. “I’m still in school, Elle doesn’t know about us—“

He waved her off. “All that shit’s secondary. You’re having my baby. I couldn’t care less about anything outside of that.” He took a breath, thinking. “Shit, gimme— gimme a sec, alright? I’ll be right back.”

She followed after him, watching him over the railing of the balcony overlooking their bedroom as he rifled through a bedside table drawer. “What’re you doing?”

“One sec,” he said again. “Where is— ah hah!”

Turning around with a grin, he hid his hands behind his back and sauntered over to her again. “What is that?” she asked, confused.

Instead of answering her directly, he took a deep breath and walked up to join her on the balcony. “Lea,” he said slowly, “I love you. You know that, right?”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Yeah…?”

He nodded, and then he…

And then he lowered himself onto one knee.

Her brain short-circuited, her eyes widening. “Tim, what’re you—“

“Just… just let me talk, okay?” he pleaded softly.

“Okay,” she whispered, unable to really think.

He took his hands out from behind his back, revealing a small velvet box. “I meant to waist until everything was out in the open to do this, until the divorce was finalized, but honestly, I expected all of that to be done by now, and I don’t really feel like waiting anymore, so…” He took a deep breath, looking far more nervous than she was used to seeing him. “Okay,” he said, appearing to steel himself, “so here’s the thing. Things never worked with Lola. I’ve been in love before, yeah, but it’s never been like this.”

“Like what?” she asked, hesitant and unsure.

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “Right, I guess? You just feel… well. Right. It’s like being with you is exactly what’s always been meant to happen. You’re it for me, is what I’m saying.” Another pause. “I’m in love with you. I know it’s complicated, and I know it’s probably inconvenient for you in a lot of ways, but I…” He sighed wistfully. “I don’t care about the consequences, honestly. I just want you. And now you’re gonna have my baby, so…” He opened the box, revealing a gorgeous sapphire ring that must’ve cost a fortune. “If you’ll have me, I would very much like to marry you.”

“T— Tim,” she stuttered out anxiously, “you’re already married.”

He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t really care.”

“You can’t marry me if you’re already married to someone else,” she explained.

“Eh,” he waved her off. “Semantics. So it can’t be legal until the divorce goes through. Whatever. We’ll be married in every way that matters.”

Her head was spinning. “Is— is this just because I’m pregnant? You don’t have to ask me to marry you because of that, you know—“

“It’s not just ‘cause of that, no,” he assured her. “I did that once already. I don’t wanna do it again, and I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I didn’t really, really want you to.” At her hesitance, he added, “And it’ll be legal as soon as we can swing it. Obviously.”

She felt dizzy. “Have you been planning this? Where did you even get that ring? When did you get that ring?”

“I got it a couple months back,” he admitted. “As soon as I knew I’d never want anybody else, I… I spoke to the jewelers at Cartier, and—“

“Timothée, you did not get me a freakin’ ring custom-made by your fancy jewelry buddies!” she hissed, astonished at the sheer amount of money he’d spent.

Tim pouted. “You deserve the world, and I want to be the one to give it to you.” He paused. “But, I mean, if you want something else or you don’t want to marry me at all—“

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she cut him off. “Nobody in their right mind would say no to that.”

He froze, appearing to stop breathing. “Does… does that mean you’ll… you actually wanna, like…”

“Of course I’ll marry you, stupid,” she told him, swiftly wiping away her tears before reaching for the ring with a shaking hand. “Gimme that.”

He smiled, gazing up at her with more adoration than she could really process, and slid the ring onto her finger.

Jumping back to his feet, he pulled her in for a kiss. She giggled, winding her arms around his neck, and the velvet ring box fell to the tiled floor.

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