#hi i finished my paper. i forgot it was easy balls cause it was just a narrative thing fjOWJSJSJ BUT ANYWAY

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pressure

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Collar

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex  (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.0k

A/N: my brain is melted guys- i blacked out idek if this is good or not (not proofread)

He did this because he thought it’d be easy, he thought it’d be a simple way to please you, earn him some boyfriend points… but now he can barely focus. He didn’t realize that there would be this constant pressure over where the leather strap wrapped around his neck. A constant reminder of what he was wearing for you. 

You came to him this morning before he left for work and proposed the idea. “I just- I have this cute little collar and you’re basically a cat so..!” He didn’t understand why you wanted him to wear it, but he wanted to make you happy, you had this desperate, pleading look in your eyes that he can never say no to. So he took the collar and clipped it over his neck. At first, he just thought it was too tight, that it’d loosen throughout the day but it never did. You’d come over occasionally and run your fingers over where it slightly bulges through his suit, reminding him of its presence. You’d stick your finger down the back of his neck and hook your finger into it, restricting his air every so slightly, and his cock hardened some more every time you did.

He’s trying to finish some stats that were supposed to be done three hours ago but he can feel his pulse against the collar, almost blurring his vision from how hard his blood is pumping, how his cock is throbbing in time with it all. You haven’t come around to check on him in a little while and although he thought it was an unnecessary tease, he’s craving it now. He’s pouting and upset over the fact that it’s been over an hour since you walked through his office uselessly. His hands keep freezing over his keyboard, balling into a fist repeatedly as he fights the urge to touch himself. Thoughts of you cause ripples of arousal to shoot through him and his neck strains against his collar to hold any sounds in. 

He heads to his bathroom to splash some water on his face, focus, and finish his work. He looks up into the mirror while patting his face with a towel and something catches his eye; a tint of red peaking from the top of his suit. He dissipates the hologram and his knees almost give out at what he sees. His skin is rubbed red all around where the collar digs into him, marking him, so that even after he takes this off you’ve still got him on your leash. He puts his suit back up and rushes to your office, he has enough brainpower to grab some files and give himself a ‘reason’ to be there. 

Lucky him, your blinds are already shut and no one will question him closing your door behind him. So it’s exactly what he does. You peek from around your computer to see who’s entered your office and your face lights up when you see who it is. You stand and approach him, your eyes on the files in his hand, not even realizing the state he’s in. “Are these the Earth-1045 stats?” You pull them from his hands and start flipping through the papers, confusion blossoming over your face as you realize these are random pages. “Miguel, what are these…” Your sentence dies down as you look up at him. His eyes are dilated and frantically scanning over your face, his chest is heaving, and his breaths are fanning over your face. 

You put the papers down and rest a hand on his chest, the other going to his head to check his temperature- thinking he’s sick rather than aroused. “Are you okay?” You ask, genuine concern dripping from every word. His hand is trembling, it’s barely noticeable but you can feel it once he grabs your wrist and pulls it off his forehead. Your brows furrow in confusion as he brings your hand below his chin but everything clicks into place once your fingertips slide over the collar. Your eyes snap back to his and his eyelids are fluttering and his hand leaves yours, reaching for your face instead and pulling you in for a kiss. You leave your hand on his throat as he kisses you, sliding your finger up his neck to feel him shiver against you.

“Me estas arruinando.” You whimper at his words, at how destroyed he already sounds. You didn’t think he be this affected by the collar, it was more to test how far he would go to please you. You were barely intrigued by the idea when you first came up with it but your interest grew and it’s doubled today alone. Seeing him walking around like normal but you know he’s collared under the suit, was doing something to you that you hadn’t expected. He shudders out a breath against your lips once you pull away, your head tilts with a soft “Yeah?” slipping from your mouth like a tease before you can stop it. Your fingers are stroking over the leathers mindlessly but his eyes are rolled back behind his shut lids at the feeling. 

(“You're ruining me.”)

You’re being so soft with him, such a contrast to how you’re devastating him. He’s never felt so turned on, so wound up, it’s like every nerve in his body had turned into a live wire and you’re the only one who can fix him. He needs you in a way he didn’t know was possible, deep in his bones and sown into the fabric of his soul. You were made for him and he was made for you. You know him better than he knows himself, proving it every second you’re with him. 

Your hands flex over his neck, squeezing tighter for a second and he reacts to it. He growls into the kiss and his arms wrap around you roughly, scooping you from the ground and walking toward your desk. He doesn’t let you break this kiss, his lips chase yours as far as they can every time you try to pull away. He places you on your desk and you moan at the way he grabs your face and holds it against his. Your hands are clawing at his suit, you know you can’t take it off but your brain is cloudy with desperation. After failing repeatedly, you’re able to think enough to slide your hands to the base of his neck, slide under his collar, and pull him back. He finally separates from your lips with a groan. “Take your suit off, sweetheart.”

His adam’s apple is bobbing as he tries to clear his head, his hooded eyes on you and his teeth digging into his bottom lip harshly. His hand reaches behind you and fidgets with his watch until he’s naked in front of you, his cock crying against his stomach for you. He leans in to start kissing you again but you place your hands on his chest to stare at him for a moment. His big, muscular build, shaking before you, his cock leaking down his shaft and a pretty, baby pink collar with a metal heart in the middle, wrapped around his thick neck. His cheeks are tinted red with his ears and chest, and his hands are dutifully behind his back, putting himself on complete display for you. 

“So pretty.” You smile at him and dissipate your own suit, putting yourself on display for him. He lurches for you but hesitates, checking your face to see if it’s okay and something about the action has you leaking onto your desk. “You can come fuck me, amor.” His knees almost gave out at your words but instead, he rushed over to you. He cleared some documents off your desk, internally promising to reorganize them for you later. He spreads your legs without a second thought and moans at the sight before him, your lips spreading to reveal your creamy, glistening hole. He presses himself against you, one hand slides behind his neck, and the other hooks into the heart of the collar, keeping him in place. “Put it in, baby.” He moans and shuts his eyes tight, his cock already throbbing against your pussy. 

He reaches down and guides himself inside, trying to be gentle despite the way he wants to pound into you. You tug at his collar lightly, causing his hips to twitch and his eyes open to see you leaning up with puckered lips, begging him for a kiss, something he easily complies with. He thrusts into you slowly, savoring the sensation of your wet walls surrounding him.”Me gusta- me gusta mucho, mi amor.”

You moan into his ear at his words and your hips tilt off the desk, changing the way he fucks into you, causing his tip to bump your cervix with every thrust. “You- holy shit, love. You like your collar, sweet boy?” A broken gasp falls from his lips and his thrusts become more frantic. He nods against your neck and he begins to shake your entire desk with his thrusts. There’s an insane buzzing in his stomach, his orgasm already building and bubbling over. 

He grunts and slows his thrusts, going harder instead of faster, hoping it’ll help him last longer. Your legs wrap around his waist and force him deeper, your cunt fluttering around his cock as he rests against your G-Spot. His biceps are trembling with exertion, trying to hold himself back for you, wait for you. You stick both your thumbs under his collar and pull him out of your neck, angling his head how you want so you can slot your lips against his. He’s moaning against you instead of kissing you back. 

You’re playing him like an instrument, his hips have basically stopped all movement, and you’ve been taking over, grinding yourself into his cock as he trembles. He can’t think, lasting isn’t on his mind anymore, every thought has been taken over by the pleasure you’re filling him with. He’s completely given himself over to you, like the collar has flipped some switch in his brain and he suddenly exists only for you. You stick a hand in his hair and scratch at his scalp soothingly, another painful contrast to the assault of your hips. You pull him in against your lips, moaning breathily into his mouth as he loses his grip, his hips beginning to twitch into you against his will. 

“Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?” His arms give out, wrapping themselves around your shoulders instead and blanketing you with his weight as his hips stutter back to life, fucking into you with renewed passion- reinvigorated by the promise of orgasm, the gift of cumming inside you. “No puedo sostenerlo, cariño. Lo siento, me haces sentir tan bien, mi amor. Voy a llenarte, te haré sentir tan lleno.’

(‘I can't hold it, baby. I'm sorry, you make me feel so good, my love. I'm going to fill you, make you feel so full.”)

You nod against him aimlessly- you have no clue what he’s saying but he sounds frantic, desperate, and so close. “Yeah? Tell me more, sweet boy. Talk to me while you fill my cunt.” He whines and his hips stutter to a stop, as deep inside you as he can go. “No puedo- Estoy- Bebé, ya estoy- Me voy a correr en- Joder”

(“I can't- I'm- Baby, I'm already- I'm going to cum in- Fuck”)

He floods your pussy with his cum, everything that’s been building inside him throughout the day. The force of his orgasm shoves shuddering sobs from his chest, your hands wrap around his neck lightly as you savor the way he’s pulsing inside you, content with how he’s filling you. You grind against him languidly, prolonging his orgasm and pulling a thick whine of your name from his throat. 

You stroke his hair gently as he comes down, grinding against him slowly to keep his little mewls of “Amor” in your ear. He stays in your office until the end of the day, helping you with some reports but mostly covering you with kisses. He doesn’t take his collar off until he has to shower. He puts it right back on the next morning and it becomes a regular piece of his outfit. 

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A Science Project for the Ages

Big thanks to this anon for this request! Sorry it's taking me longer to fulfill my requests from when I was in quarantine but I'm trying to get those done soon!

This is a slight continuation of lab partners but can definitely be read alone :)

Ship: SoftNerd!Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1883

Warnings: one blink-and-you'll-miss it bad word

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There was a loud buzz as your phone vibrated against the wood table in the science library.

You quickly picked it up, trying not to disturb the few other students around as you looked down at the screen.

Tom.

Though you were together now, he very rarely called at this time. He knew you always studied here before dinner time and respected that.

You grabbed your notebook and bag and shuffled into the hall to answer.

"Tom? Is everything okay?"

"Hey, um. So sorry to bother you, but you've finished your science expo project, right?"

You furrowed your brows as you slid down the wall to sit and stuff your notebook back in your bag. You knew this conversation was going in a weird direction already. You could hear a faint beeping in the background.

"Uh, yeah..?"

"Right, and what was that project over again?"

"I did an analysis on light absorption of different common solutions and then compared them to the color they turned when I lit them on fire. I thought we already talked about this the other day..?"

"Yes, yeah, sorry. So one more question before I tell you what's up. Do you happen to know how to bake?" Tom asked quietly.

Suddenly you remembered what all his project was on.

He was doing a food chemistry project, explaining certain phenomenons that happen when you bake. He had hoped giving people baked goods would make them like his project more.

"I- Tom I told you I would help you but you said it would be fine," you said flatly."

"Well..... Now it's not fine, and Alex isn't here to help me. He went to his girlfriend's."

Tom's roommate. He was usually pretty patient with Tom's clumsiness, but sometimes he just had to get out and enjoy a day off, too. Tom understood, but now the burden fell on you.

"Fine, I'll be there in a little bit. Text me if you need me to bring anything."

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You walked in to the smell of burnt. It was overwhelming and you choked as you rushed to the window to air out the apartment.

"Hey, sorry about the smell," Tom said nonchalantly from the kitchen.

You turned to see the situation at hand, which was definitely... a situation.

It was like something out of a movie. Messy bowls and utensils littered the sink. There was cake batter splattered across the counters. Finally, the culprit still sat in a muffin tin on the bar: a dozen very black cupcakes.

You sighed.

"Forgot to set the timer?"

"Yep."

"And let me guess. This was your first experience with baking?"

"That's exactly right."

"Of course," you muttered, but then clapped your hands together enthusiastically. "Well, then. Let's try and fix this, shall we?"

You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Tom's cheek, then brushed past him to grab the tray.

"First on the agenda, we are going to take off the papers and chuck these off the balcony to let out some frustrations, alright?"

You were lucky in that Tom's apartment was on the top floor, and his balcony faced a wooded area. The only thing he could hit was a tree and the food would eventually biodegrade into the soil.

You both tossed them, competing to see who could throw the farthest. It let Tom blow off some steam, and also gave more time to ventilate the place before you went back in.

After the last cupcake (if you could call it that) was tossed, you got started on cleaning everything up. He had used a lot of bowls for one boxed cake mix, but you didn't ask.

It took a while to make sure things were sufficiently clean, but finally everything was ready to make a new batch.

"Oh one other thing before we start. Have you ever made a meringue?" Tom asked as he preheated the oven, which you carefully supervised to make sure it was right.

"I mean, I've made some before. Why?"

"Well part of my project was talking about how egg proteins bind. They sound pretty easy. Just eggs and sugar, right?"

Your hand covered your eyes in disappointed surprise.

"What? No. Tom, meringues are like, notoriously one of the hardest things to get right. They land just before macarons, and meringue is one of the main parts of a macaron!"

"What are you talking about? How can something with two ingredients be that hard to make?" he tried to argue, but you weren't about to let him trick you into making something so difficult.

"Did none of your research explain how moisture, temperature changes, utensils used, and method of cooking affect the outcome."

"...Uh... no."

"Were you planning on using the Swiss, Italian, or French technique?"

".....I didn't know there was more than one."

"Well then you might go do a quick search to add to your presentation while I cover the cupcakes."

While he did that, you made up the batter and got the cupcakes in the oven (set at the right temperature for the right time), then got started making some frosting.

"Hey, y/n. Did you know you aren't supposed to make meringues in a plastic bowl?"

"Yep. Plastic can retain lipids which prevent proper binding. Same reason you can't whip the yolk."

"That's what this says! How did you know that?"

You shrugged.

"I like to bake. By the way, you better credit me as your pastry chef on the presentation."

"Will do."

He made some edits on the page and found a recipe claiming to be the easiest method, so you caved and agreed to help him make them when the cupcakes were done.

As you measured sugar and got the whisk attachment ready, you looked over and admired Tom as he meticulously separated the eggs.

You couldn't help but fall head over heels for him all over again seeing how he did each step carefully, all his focus on each little egg.

Sure, he was a little clumsy sometimes, but he was precious and cared about whatever he did.

It took what seemed like hours to get the egg whites whipped properly (and lots of arguing with Tom about what "stiff peaks" meant), but finally you had them in a piping bag and on a pan to bake.

You couldn't help but wait by the oven in anxious anticipation for the meringues to come out, even though they'd be in there for a while.

Tom sat right next to you on the (surprisingly) clean kitchen floor as you stared at the oven.

"Babe?" he asked softly, leaning into you.

You hummed a response, taking the opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for coming and helping me. I know you value your library time."

You smiled and sat back up, looking Tom in the eyes.

"You know, I wasn't really studying anyways. I was watching youtube videos with my headphones in because I didn't want to go home yet."

Tom had a mischievous grin and furrowed brow.

"So you just go there as an excuse to get away from me?!"

You laughed and knocked into him slightly.

"No! I just got done with my homework and wanted to hang around campus for a while... and I had a feeling you'd call eventually."

Tom gasped.

"You didn't trust me!?"

"Now that I can answer truthfully..." you started, causing him to pout. "I'm not saying I didn't trust you at all, it's just that I had never once heard of you baking and figured I would prepare myself accordingly."

"Does this mean that Alex knew too?"

"I can't speak on his behalf, but I'm glad it was just us anyways. I like getting to spend time with you like this." You paused to peck him on the lips. "Want me to read over your project? I know those spelling errors can slip by sometimes."

Tom grinned, wordlessly getting up and offering you a hand.

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The expo was in full swing and you nervously stood on the other side of the room as your project to watch people walk by and observe your findings.

You had already given your presentation to the judging panel and now the expo was open to the public, so you tried to avoid stressing too much as you talked with some friends.

Suddenly a pair of warm arms came around your stomach and Tom's scent enveloped you.

"Hey baby, how ya feelin'?" he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as your thumbs rubbed over his hands instinctively.

"You know me. A little nervous." You flipped in his arms to face him. "And what about you? The judges like our sweet treats?"

"They sure seemed too. Dr. Grand liked the meringues so much she asked for another."

You smiled.

"Well either way, I'm proud of us both."

"Thanks again for helping, I couldn't have done this without you. I made sure to emphasize how difficult meringue making is during my presentation thanks to you."

Finally your friends had enough of the cutesy bullshit and convinced you and Tom to rejoin the conversation, both of you with arms around each other as you conversed.

Time passed and eventually they gave prizes to the best projects of the expo. You knew you wouldn't win anything, there were some far better projects out there that included heavy research.

"And in first place, 'Science around us: the chemistry of baking' by Mr. Tom Holland! Congratulations! If all of our winners could come pick up their ribbons and get a photo for the newsletter, that would be great."

Tom stayed casually next to you, so you had to shake him and get his attention.

"Did you hear that Tom? You won!"

Tom blinked a few times, then gasped.

"I won!? I mean, we won!!?"

You rolled your eyes and pushed him forward.

"Go on, get your blue ribbon, baker boy."

He excitedly rushed up to the table where his prize awaited (tripping a few times, but you ignored that) and bounced on the balls of his feet as someone pinned the ribbon to his shirt.

You could see the sheer delight on his face as the winners took a group photo, and he practically skipped back to meet you.

You and your friends gave him congratulations as he happily looked down at the blue piece pinned to him.

He then unpinned it and tried to hand it to you.

"Now, don't congratulate me, y/n gets all the credit for making everything."

"No, no. It was your idea and you did the research. You deserve that more than anyone else. And plus, you were right. Baked goods did give you an edge over the competition."

"Well I say it was a science project for the ages!" he exclaimed, holding up the ribbon. You and your friends cheered to that.

"How 'bout we go celebrate your win over lunch, hm? The cupcake I had isn't holding me over and I'm starving."

"Sounds perfect, darling. Lead the way."

You happily headed off towards the nearest place on campus, completely oblivious to the fact that Tom had pinned his blue ribbon to your backpack.

He quickly made up time and slipped a hand into yours.

If nothing else, he was the boyfriend of the ages.

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A/N: thanks to the anon who sent the request for this! I really enjoyed writing it! I think I could've improved some things but overall I'm pretty satisfied with it, and I hope you are too!

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Congratulations

Fred Weasley x Reader

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Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: Hope you like! Please like, reblog, comment, whatever! I need validation! 😂 I wrote this on a whim and okay, if anyone knows that like interview or whatever that Selena Gomez did where she was asked a song that reminded her of being in love, that’s what got me writing this at midnight because I caught inspiration. 

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“Y/N will play with us! Won’t you, Y/N?” Ginny yelled out as she entered the common room, ruining the world you distracted yourself in with your book. Behind her was a group of people, a couple of them having the Weasley red hair, but all of them your friends. Ginny smiled at you, approaching the table you sat at and sliding into the seat.

You sighed deeply, putting a fake smile on your own face as you closed your book. “What are we playing?” A few people celebrated as you agreed, but right away your eyes flickered to a certain nervous face. It wasn’t that Fred didn’t want you to play, it was that since you both broke up 3 weeks ago, you’ve barely said a word to him. If you play this game, you’d be close, not walking out of rooms the moment the other walks in. You gulped, feeling Ginny pull you over to the couches where everyone began taking seats. You fell in between Hermione and Harry, both of them quickly noticing Fred taking the seat farthest from you.

There were 7 people playing with you. Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron, the twins, and Angelina. George pulled out a box from behind him as you quirked a brow. “What are we playing?” you asked again, letting a laugh as George made a big debacle of opening it.

“It’s a game Fred and George made.” Hermione said as leaned over to you, amused to see how this would turn out. “We’re the test subjects.”

Your eyes went wide. “What pranks weren’t enough, they moved onto games?” you laughed as Hermione smiled and shrugged, knocking her shoulder with yours.

“Tell us the rules.” Ginny told her brother causing George to roll his eyes as he removed the last two things from the box.

“It’s a simple game.” He began, sharing a smirk with Fred.

“Like Truth or Dare.”

“Only different.” They said together, having planned their pitch beforehand. You kept your eyes on George as they spoke, too afraid of sparing a glance to Fred as he carried on.

“We’re spilt into two teams and each team gets a vial and a card.” He held up each object to demonstrate, the vial was quite large, barely able to fit his hand as he placed it on the table and the card looked blank. Fred’s eyes met yours briefly as you looked at the objects, a hitch in his breathing letting you know he hadn’t seen it coming. George waited for his brother to say the next line before realizing he was looking at you, too busy staring at your now down casted face as George took over.

“The card will ask whoever’s holding it a question, and you have to answer truthfully, otherwise you have to do the dare that’s written on the back.” Fred seemed to snap out of his trance in the middle of George’s instructions, shifting in his seat as he kept his eyes off you for the time being. “Whenever you answer a question truthfully, part of the vial fills up. If you choose the dare instead, the vial doesn’t fill. The first team to answer enough questions to fill the vial completely, wins.”

Small sounds of intrigue went around the group and it seemed like everyone wanted to play the game. “How are we splitting us up?” Ron asked, glancing around the group. “Older versus younger?” He offered and you swallowed thickly. That would put you on a team with Fred, and you weren’t sure that’s what you wanted. Hermione, having seen your reaction to Ron’s suggestion, was the first to step in.

“How about girls versus boys, instead?” She offered. There were a few sounds of agreement, but when Hermione shot Ron and Harry a glare and flickered her eyes between you and Fred, Harry and Ron were suddenly more enthusiastic about the idea. Everyone moved, putting the girls together on one side of the table and the boys on the other.

“Thank you.” You whispered to Hermione and she squeezed your hand under the table. She might be 2 years younger than you, but Hermione has always been easy to talk to, especially in the last few weeks.

The twins got the game started, using Harry as the first person to answer a question. The question he had to answer was simple: What’s your favorite dessert?

“Treacle tarts.” Harry answered immediately and you had to hold back a chuckle, remembering all the times you’ve seen him stuff his face with them. The boy’s vial started to fill slowly from the bottom, a blue liquid inside that you all furrowed your brows at.

“What is that?” Angelina asked from next to you.

Fred and George shared a look and a smile as the they answered her together. “Magic.” Everyone chuckled at them, including you. You knew they wouldn’t say, gotta have their secrets. What you weren’t aware of, was Fred watching as you laughed, the slight tug of his heart when he heard the sound he’d grown to miss.

The questions kept coming, each group taking turns answering them as the vials slowly filled up. A few people had opted for taking dares as the questions became harder to answer. George, for one, was dared to change into girl clothes for the rest of the game and you took him upstairs, throwing him a few of your clothes to wear. Needless to say, it was quite entertaining for everyone as he came downstairs with you in tow and the whole group laughed, including the boy himself. Harry was dared to sprint down to the Slytherin Common room and back 3 times, and Angelina was dared to perform a song for the group, which George immediately complained about the unfairness of the dares in his own product. You had answered quite a few questions yourself, ones like: Your favorite place in the world or what’s the most illegal thing you’ve ever done. The girls’ vial was almost full as Hermione answered her most likely final question, leaving enough room for one last person, which much to your luck, was you. You sat with a smile, everyone laughing as Ron opted out of answering his question, deciding spilling who his crush was wasn’t something he was going to do, despite the fact that everyone knew it was Hermione, who blushed as you poked her leg.

“Alright Y/N, you just need one more question to win it for the girls.” George said with a smirk as Hermione passed you the card. You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a laugh from everyone as George put his hands up. “Or you could take the dare like a chicken and let us prove once and for all that we’re better.” The boys cheered in a friendly fashion as the girls booed, everyone sitting with a smile on their faces.

“Haven’t taken a dare yet, Weasley. Don’t plan on it now.” You shrugged with a cocky look before putting your hand to your chest. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s my jeans, chicken?” you asked, hearing Ginny clap as she laughed at her brother’s fallen face. Fred pulled your attention as he laughed at your question, seeing George shift awkwardly next to him. You quickly let your head drop again, wearing a fake smile as you tried not to look back up at him. It was harder to do than you thought.

“Read the card!” Ron laughed out, seeing the card had already scribbled a question on it.

“Okay!” Your grin turned real again as you started reading. “What is a song...” Everyone knew something was wrong the moment you stopped in the middle of the sentence and gulped, letting your smile fall off your face immediately. They all got quiet as they waited. “… that reminds you of being in love?”

Fred wasn’t sure he was breathing as you finished reading. You couldn’t spare him a glance, instead staring at the paper in front of you. Everyone was watching you, sharing looks with each other without any clue of what to do.

“You can do the dare, on the back.” Harry spoke up, pointing to the under side of the car. His words reminded you that you weren’t alone as you sucked in a breath, looking up to him and shook your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t know what fine meant, but you knew you were far from it. You tried to think, any song in the world that reminded you of being in love. The only problem was had only been in love with one person, and it ended with your heart broken. The only song you could think of was the one playing at the yule ball when Fred and you went together, the first time he ever told he loved you.

Does it remind of being in love if all it makes you feel is heartbroken?

“I don’t know.” You whispered, gently placing the card down on the table. Your eyes moved around everyone in the room before landing on Fred and neither of you looked away. “I don’t think I have one.”

Fred felt the sting behind his eyes as they met yours and he tried not to cry, not in front of everyone here during a game. A game that was supposed to be fun, a project he started 3 weeks ago to get his mind busy and off the breakup and here it was hurting him more.

The vial on the table slowly filled up as you turned to look, watching it change a light shade of purple as well, meaning your team won. No one celebrated. Instead you all sat there, frowns on your faces and you weren’t sure how long you could last before breaking down.

“Congratulations.” Fred said, keeping his voice low. “You guys win.” You knew he was speaking to your group, but if you had willed yourself to look at him one last time, you would’ve seen he was looking directly at you. He was gone the moment the words left his lips, running upstairs to his room. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, you felt Hermione putting an arm around you and pulling you into her arms. You allowed her to console you, letting the tears fall freely as Angelina grabbed your hand and Ginny moved behind you to rub your back.

You didn’t feel like you won anything.

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“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” | Nanami Kento x fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Married life is never easy, but you and Nanami always made it work. How could a little text cause the end of it all?

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: cheating, swearing, nsfw, rough kissing, fingering;

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: this will be a two-part story if people find the first part interesting enough. guess I was craving a bit of heartache from our favorite ex-salaryman haha. it's not proofread so please show mercy.

♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 2.7k

“God I hate this fucking job.”

With your face buried in your hands, you muttered to yourself in the almost empty cafe. That’s how it all started, with a very honest complaint, followed quickly by “I wish I was at the beach”, to which you received a small chuckle. With tired eyes, you looked to your right to the man that, unknowing to you at that time, would become your husband.

“You too, huh?”

That’s all it took, just an acknowledgment that you weren’t the only one suffering at the hands of capitalism, and you were instantly attracted to this handsome and somewhat intimidating man that was offering you a sympathetic smile.

Two hours later, with your opened laptops now completely forgotten, and a constant order of caffeine drinks, you both came to the conclusion that you enjoyed each other’s presence, thus deciding to meet up again the following day. Then the day after that and then the day after that, until about a week later, when Nanami asked you out on a proper date. About three months in your new relationship, you moved in together and about half a year later, you were married.

A match made in heaven, that’s what you two were. It was plain for everyone to see how good you were together. You both enjoyed similar things, you were both foodies, you were successful in your respective careers, even in terms of looks you would catch envious glances as you both walked down the street hand in hand.

You never had a fight, you never argued - it was always a well-balanced relationship. You were a team and you both worked hard for the same goal, to leave your well paid jobs and bustling city for the quiet and relaxing beaches of Malaysia.

It wasn’t always easy, sacrifices had to be made, and there were times when you both arrived home so overworked that you would collapse on top of each other, not even bothering to take off your clothes. It was worth it though, or at least it would be once you were in your little house by the beach where you wouldn’t have to worry about your boss or clients calling you, where there were no deadlines or targets to be reached. Only the sun, the waves, a cocktail and a good book and who knows, maybe even children.

Yes, a proper plan for a proper future and everything was going great, until your husband had forgotten to turn off his phone and left it on the kitchen island. Your hand reached for it on instinct when it made a little buzz, thinking it was probably nothing more than a notification or a message from a client.

“Thank you for the gift, daddy! Can’t wait to show you how good it looks on me!” That was the message, quickly followed by a few kisses and then the screen went black.

The towel that you were using to dry your hair had fallen to your shoulders as you gripped his phone and stared at it in disbelief. Nanami was in the shower, you both arrived at the same time and he was gentleman enough to let you go in first. He was probably texting this person when he heard you turn off the water, and most likely forgot to close the phone.

You knew what this meant, you didn’t want to admit it but there had been signs going back to a few months ago. Date nights that were abruptly cancelled, a new expensive car even though you both had promised to cut back on your expenses, the fact that he barely touched you even on days when you were both free.

It’s not that you were dumb, far from it, but you were so in love. You were so in love with the man that had been your husband for four years now, you were so in love with the idea of a future with him - where you could get to enjoy your lives and build a proper family. That love made you blind, even now with clear evidence in front of you, the idea that Nanami was cheating on you just seemed so surreal.

What exactly had happened? What happened to the two of you that were so perfect for each other? What happened to the man who couldn’t keep his hands off of you, the one that had fucked you silly on every piece of furniture when you first bought your expensive penthouse? What happened to showering together in the morning because you didn’t want to part even for five minutes? To waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes on weekends, to holdings hands while whispering to each other in quiet cafes, to all those little moments that you treasured so much - and that you were now questioning if you’d ever get to experience them again.

All the love and care that he had for you was now being directed to another. You had lost a battle that you didn’t even know you were fighting, and the outcome was a tragic heartbreak.

That night, curled into a ball on your side of the bed, you sobbed quietly to yourself while your husband was sleeping. With trembling hands you clutched the bed sheet, your tears wetting the pillow case. You knew that there was no way for Nanami not to hear your little whimpers or feel how your body was trembling, but he made no movement. He said nothing and you said nothing and the silence fell between you heavier than a cover made of lead.

It was after a month, and the work of a private investigator, that you gathered your courage to confront your husband about his affair. As he sat at the kitchen table, lazily drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper on a Saturday morning, you handed him a folded paper.

“Sign here.”

He looked at you from behind his reading glasses and arched a brow at the piece of paper that was handed to him. He folded the Financial Times neatly and placed the paper on the table before turning his attention to the document. It must have been a complete shock to him, because he just stared at the divorce papers for several seconds before he finally made a sound.

“What...what the hell is this?” He got up from his chair, eyes narrowing at you in a threatening way.

“Divorce papers. I thought you were smart enough to read.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” His voice was shacking, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the papers in his hand.

“I thought there was no need to involve lawyers since we signed a prenuptial. Let’s finish this quickly, like removing a band aid.”

“Why? Why would you want a divorce?”

You had been calm up until that moment. You thought to yourself that you had cried until your tears had dried up and you had screamed until you’ve lost your voice and that all there was left to do now was to end it quickly and be done with it.

Oh but no, Nanami Kento wouldn’t let you leave without hurting you one last time. He wanted you to say it- he wanted to see the damage and pain he had caused.

“Because you’ve change! Because I don’t recognize the man that I’ve married! Because you’ve stopped loving and respecting me! Because you’re fucking a god damn college student! A little whore that has been riding your dick in hotel rooms and empty parking lots for a designer bag!”

Your face went bright red as you shouted your accusations, feeling the pain of the first discovery washing over you once more.

“This isn’t what-”

“This isn’t what? What lie do you plan on telling me? That she’s some poor relative and you’re just such a good Samaritan that you had to help her out? Tell me, how many of your family members call you ‘daddy’?”

Nanami’s hand slammed the kitchen table with such force that it made all the cutlery and dishes to jump up. He took off his glasses and angrily placed them in the pocket of his sweatpants. With just a few steps he had you trapped between the wall and his strong chest, his large hand gripping your chin.

“Why can’t you be quite for once? Why can’t you just shut the hell up and listen!” You’ve never heard Nanami raise his voice at anyone before let alone you. Sure, he could be extremely intimidating when he wanted to, but he always considered it was classless to scream. The anger flashing in his eyes and the grip on your chin were clear signs that he had lost whatever composure he had left and that a storm was coming.

As though sensing that you wanted to open your mouth and protest, he smashed his lips against yours and bit with savagery on your bottom lip. You let out a whimper and he took full advantage of that to slide his tongue inside your month. He kissed you like he had never kissed you before and it made your head spin. It was so rough, so primal - it almost felt like he was trying to eat you.

Your hands landed on his shoulders and began to grip his shirt like your life was depending on it. You were losing -you were losing your mind to this intense feeling that was building in your stomach. There had always been passion between the two of you but nothing close to this raging fire that was threatening to consume you.

When he finally pulled away, your head felt light from the lack of oxygen and your eyes looked at him in a dazed way. Smirking, clearly enjoying the fact that he still had such a strong effect on you, he began to part your legs with one of his knees, his right hand finding its way in your loose curls. He pulled on your hair harshly before his mouth went to attack your neck.

“You always get to decide, don’t you darling?” He let his teeth sink into the soft flesh, chuckling when you let out a little squeak. “Let’s start dating, Kento. Let’s move in together, Kento. Let’s get married, Kento. I don’t want to be married anymore so let’s get divorced, Kento.” Each word that was rolling out of his mouth contained so much bitterness and it stabbed you straight in the heart.

“Even my fucking dream, you couldn’t even let me have that. Oh no, you just had to make it yours.” You were so caught up in the hurtful things he was saying that you hadn’t noticed his hand travelling to the waistband of your shorts until he started rubbing your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Kento...oh, Kento, please!”  Please what? You didn’t even know what you were asking for. – ‘Please stop saying such horrible things, you’re breaking my heart. Please don’t make it sound like I’ve stolen your dream away from you. Please touch me more, touch me and remember how much we used to love each other.’

“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” His long fingers pushed the panties to the side before skilfully playing with your folds. “Ah, so wet for me already. You’re really hoping to get fucked, huh?” Without much trouble, he pushed two fingers inside your tight hole and began to pump them in a slow rhythm while his thumb pressed against your clit. His other hand cupped your breast before pressing his palm on your swollen nipple, his mouth returning to devouring your neck.

You were so close, with your back pressed on the wall behind you, you were so close to climaxing that every hair on your body was standing up. Then, just as abruptly as it started, Nanami retrieved both his hands and took a step back, enjoying your dishevelled state.

His rough hands landed on your shoulders and he pushed you gently on your knees, your face just inches away from the growing tent in his pants. “All you have to do is ask, darling. All you have to do is beg me to fuck you and maybe I’ll be generous. Tell me what you want.”

At this point you were ready to break. It had been too much - your heart just couldn’t take it anymore. It was hurtful enough to realize that your husband had fallen out of love with you but to find out that he never loved you to begin with? It felt like the whole world would come crumbling down.

Now you stood there, on your knees, looking up at the man who wanted to take everything from you, wondering what should you do. It would be so easy, just to beg like he had asked and let him bend you, let him break you. You would become just like that poor little girl he was fucking for fun, disposable the second he got bored with you. No matter what you chose, you couldn’t go back to the way you were. The life that you thought you two had planned together would never come to be.

With that thought in mind and whatever strength you had left, you pushed yourself up, propping your back on the wall. “I need you-” You looked straight into his eyes as the next words left your mouth. “-to sign the fucking divorce papers.”

His fist hit the wall next to your head with such force that your heart stopped beating. There was a small part of you that knew, even if he hated you, Nanami would never raise his hand to hurt you.

Looking up to meet his frightening expression, you held your ground knowing that there was no turning back at this point. He said nothing more - he threw you one last angry glance before storming to your shared bedroom. He emerged minutes later, completely dressed, fished his car keys and his wallet and he was out the door. You knew exactly where he was going but at this point you didn’t care anymore.

With trembling feet you wobbled to the bedroom and began to pull out the suitcases and boxes that you had prepared in advance. You had rented a small apartment, a far cry from your luxurious penthouse, but it was close to your office and you couldn’t afford to throw money aimlessly at this point.

As you threw your belongings in the suitcases, you made sure to leave behind every single gift he had ever given you. You didn’t need his coats, his jewels, his watches, his bags or shoes. Everything that you wanted he was no longer willing to give you and so you left only with what you had bought yourself.

He could keep the penthouse too, his little mistress will probably be thrilled to finally move in the expensive apartment complex and be showered with gifts without having to worry that the evil wife will catch them. That is until some new little thing would come along and she will be tossed to the side and forgotten. Nanami might have indicated that he had never loved you, but you were also sure he didn’t love this girl either.

As your packing was nearly completed, you looked at the photo album left on the bed, wondering what to do with it. You knew that if you left it there it would quickly find its way to the trash, and even though it hurt to remember, it hurt more to think such memories would be discarded with such ease.

You picked it up and when you did, a small flyer fell from between its pages. You picked it up from the floor and stared at the words “WELCOME TO MALAYSIA!” written in bold colours on the pamphlet. You had it ever since you went to the travel expo a year ago, a little glimpse to what was to come, but you guessed you didn’t need it anymore.

As you moved to throw it in the trash bin, you suddenly stopped. His dream, his dream, the words just kept coming back to you. No, this was your dream as well! This is what you worked for so hard every day! This was what you’ve postponed having kids for! This was all the birthdays and parties that you couldn’t attend because you were working overtime. This was all the money you stopped yourself from spending on little goods that made you happy. He could have the penthouse, he could have his luxury brands, he could have to expensive car and hell, he could even have his happily ever after. However, he would not claim your dream and stop you from achieving it.

You carried all the boxes and suitcases to your car and got in, already forming a plan and how you could move to the sunny beaches of Malaysia in just a few months. As you drove away from the apartment complex, your phone let out a little buzz. Stopping at the stoplight, you checked your messages and saw that Nanami had texted you.

‘I’m on my way home, let’s have a proper talk.’ A few seconds later, another text. ‘We can work this through, you know I didn’t mean everything I’ve said.’ You scoffed and stared angrily at the screen. ‘Wherever you’re going, that’s no longer my home.’ You texted back quickly before the light went green. ‘Tell me when you’ve finished signing the papers and I’ll tell you where to send them.’ You threw your phone on the empty seat as the last massage you’d ever write Nanami was being sent. ‘I will never beg, I will never bend and you will never break me.’

[mrsbrekkers]

Hiii I just read your Jesper imagines and they're soooo good. Jesper is my fave so I was wondering if I could pretty please request a Jesper imagine? Something like y/n is a student at Ketterdam University and has finals coming up and is studying non-stop. Eventually she breaks down due to the stress so her loving boyfriend Jesper comforts her and makes sure she gets a well deserved break.

Might be based off of my current situation haha so if only I had a comfort Jesper at my disposal.

Thank you so much if you decide to write it!! And have a great rest of your day.

hi there friend! i totally understand this feeling atm, so it was easy to write it. it came out as more of a blurb ( considering i write 3000ish words per imagine, this is 1500 i believe ) but i think it makes more sense that way? just soft jesper comforting so ya know? we all need a jesper at our disposal, period.

reader is gender neutral as per usual in my jesper fics! you also, as the reader, can determine what you're studying at university, i left that to the imagination! :)

pairings! jesper x reader!

warnings! none? literally pure fluff? LMAO

word count! 1532!

COFFEE AND FINAL BLUES

Finals. They were draining. Any student at the university knew that. It was hard to get any sort of break during these weeks. It didn’t help that teachers would schedule several finals on the same day. They never wanted to give the students any breathing air. It was times like this when Y/N would wonder if dropping out was simpler. Of course, their boyfriend, Jesper Fahey, someone who had dropped out, would always tell them it wasn’t worth it. He was the only reason Y/N could say they were still in university. It became overwhelming so quickly, and Jesper was the calm in the storm.

Y/N could remember distinctly when they’d first met Jesper, because it was at their favorite coffee shop when they’d both been freshmen university students. The smell of the coffee shop, the bustling students as some situated themselves in corners of the shop, ready to begin their already large stacks of homework. Or the students who chatted away in the line, some talking of graduating that year as seniors. Some talking of their career choices. It was Y/N’s favorite place because it was so easy to become lost in it. Lost in the smell of coffee, paper, and books. Or the chatter and how it drowned one out, making it easy to fit in.

“Large iced caramel high rise please,” Y/N spoke to the barista, who gave a nod and small smile. They’d become accustomed to the freshmen’ order. When handed their coffee, Y/N went to turn and head towards their table, planning on starting up their first paper of the semester, but running into a large chest stopped them, the cold coffee rushed out of the cup, spilling all over both bodies present.

“Fuck!” Y/N looked down at the ground, seeing the now empty cup. Dammit, that was SIX dollars! Who the hell- but the words were lost in their throat as they looked up at the taller man, seeing him frantically trying to say something. It was downright adorable. Most university students would’ve been asshats about it, but the man in front of them seemed desperate to apologise.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, let me buy you a new one!” The words left quickly, the man seeming to not care about the coffee he was now wearing.

“It’s alright, really, but a new one sounds nice, I have a paper to start and need the energy” Y/N said, laughing a bit. Normally, a bitchy comment would’ve also left their mouth, but they could see the man before them was trying to be kind about the situation and make it right. Someone who isn’t an asshat, that’s nice.

“Iced caramel high rise, right?” Jesper asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be right back,” Y/N said, moving towards the bathroom in the small shop. Once they’d fully cleaned up, they exited the bathroom, seeing their new drink on their table. A small note attached to the cup with his name on it, the classes he was taking, and that he was a freshmen. That and a small compliment.

“Jesper, cute,” Y/N said before sitting and taking a sip of their coffee.

Y/N should’ve thanked freshmen year for being as easy as it’d been, because being a senior now with less than a week to finish their fifty page paper? Was exhausting. The constant struggle to topple out of bed from long nights was already enough to make one want to cry, but alongside going to early classes, not having your boyfriend during said classes, and having no time to yourself? It was becoming too much.

The dorm was silent for the time being, Y/N sitting and taking notes for the paper they had due. They’d managed twenty pages so far, but now they were trying to gather more intel for the thirty more they needed. It was going fine, but it would only take that one thing to make them snap.

And it did. That one thing happened.

Hearing their pencil snap, Y/N sucked in a deep breath, putting their head in their hands. They grabbed the pencil sharpener next to them, going to sharpen their pencil, but after several minutes of trying, they threw the pencil down alongside the sharpener. Saints, just one good thing, please?

Y/N stood, walking towards the door to run and grab more coffee, but upon hitting their toe against the edge of bed frame, and then proceeding to topple over onto the dorm room floor, they laid there for a moment, tears appearing in their eyes. All the overwhelming sensations from the past week came rushing in, and a sob broke from their throat.

The door opened moments later, Jesper entering with the key he’d been gifted from Y/N when they’d become official. Even after he’d dropped out, he was still finding ways to sneak into the university and see his significant other. What he didn’t expect to see was Y/N on the floor, curled up into a small ball, tears streaming down their face.

“Lovebug? Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Jesper was quick to shut the door and fall to the ground, taking Y/N into his arms. He felt them curl up to him, his shirt becoming wet in the process, but he didn’t care. What he did care about was what was causing such tears, but he had a pretty decent idea.

“Everything. I couldn’t get one thing right today. My coffee tasted weird, I forgot my key at the shop, so I had to walk back to grab it. I then came back to find out my backpack was left at class, which meant I couldn’t get it until Monday. I have my paper here in the dorm, but I can’t work on stuff due this week until tomorrow, putting me EVEN MORE behind. I broke my pencil, it didn’t want to sharpen, and then I stubbed my toe against my bed frame, and fell,” Y/N ranted, sniffling as they leaned against their boyfriend, arms around him in the best way they could manage. A small hiccup followed their rant, their eyes looking up at their boyfriend, who simply smiled a bit.

“Rough day then, hm lovebug? Finals I suspect?” Jesper asked softly, brushing his fingers through Y/N’s hair as he spoke. He hadn’t been in university long enough to remember the finals that Ketterdam would throw on students, but he imagined they were torturous. He remembered how the teachers were, that was for sure.

Y/N nodded, resituating themself so they now sat in Jesper’s lap, head on his shoulder, and face buried into his neck. They still were curled against him, but now they could take in their boyfriend’s warmth completely, and slowly, their tears died down.

“I just wish the teachers would give us breaks,” Y/N murmured.

“I know, I know. Why don’t you come down to the Crow Club? It’s slow right now, and Nina has been dying to see you anyway. A break with me, the other crows, and some food? I’m sure Nina will share some of her treats right now if you’d like her too,” Jesper offered, his hand finding the back of Y/N’s head, cradling it against him. His other arm wrapped around them, keeping them close.

“Can we? And then come back to cuddle?” Y/N asked softly, looking up at Jesper, who laughed a bit, but nodded.

“Cuddles immediately after, I promise you,” Jesper said, kissing the top of Y/N’s forehead.

“Good, I love Jesper cuddles. They’re the best cuddles,” Y/N said with a smile pulling at their lips. The first one to have graced their features in the last week.

“I missed that smile.” Jesper indeed had. He’d seen how finals wiped away all sense of happiness from the students at the university. How they made students irritated, less likely to smile. He hadn’t seen Y/N smile in almost two weeks. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss to their lips, tasting the remains of the caramel high rise Y/N still ordered. It brought him back to the first time he’d met them, and he couldn’t help but smile like a child.

“I love you, you know that, right lovebug?” Jesper whispered against their lips, earning an airy laugh. One that Jesper knew all too well.

“I know. I love you too,” Y/N whispered back, opening their eyes to fully look up at their lover. Seeing Jesper for the first time that day, their hands softly moved from their place around him, landing on his shoulders.

“Come on, let’s go get you some snacks and sweets,” Jesper said softly, picking Y/N up, watching them squeal as they went to hop from his hold.

“I need to change silly!” Y/N exclaimed, managing to hop from Jesper’s hold, but were simply pulled back into his arms moments later.

“No you don’t, you’re wearing my sweater and sweatpants. It’s perfect attire for this!” Jesper exclaimed back, carrying Y/N out of the dorm room over his shoulder.

[forthehpfanboys]

Home Alone

Pair: Harry Potter x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Harry plans on giving you something important to him when your home alone leading to you two get carried away and end up in your bedroom.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI)... But with a side of fluff! Kinky?? Kinky. If I forgot any, please dm me.

Notes: We love top Harry, tbh- Also, Remus and Sirius are together because fuck JKR.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Harry knocked on the red door for a second time, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. The boy had been waiting for about 5 minutes and, honestly, didn’t even know if anyone was home, but he wasn’t one to give up so easily. He let out a sigh when a quick ‘coming!’ resonated throughout the home. He ran a hand excitedly through his hair, messing up the already messy look. He recognized the voice easily, after all, it’s easy to know your boyfriend's voice.

He heard pounding footsteps rushing down the stairs then a thud, then a ‘oW, ohfuCK-’ causing him to laugh. Harry’s laughter hindered when you wiped open the door. Your hair was wet and you were just pulling your shirt down over your abdomen, giving him a flash of skin before it was hidden by cotton. He was gonna cry tears of joy.

“Harry! Babe, it’s so good to see you, what are you doing here?” You leaned against the door frame. You ran a hand through your hair, wiping the moisture on your sweats.

“Just wanted to see my favorite member of the Black family.” Harry found himself smiling and chose to ignore how his heart began to speed up his chest. You always managed to get his heart racing with the most softest of smiles.

“Don’t let Sirius catch you saying that. He gets jealous, ya know. Then I have to deal with him.” You snickered out, moving away from the door and moving deeper into the house. Harry followed you in, shutting the door behind him. He smiled at the feeling of familiarity. 

You are Sirius’ son by blood. He didn’t know who the mother was and frankly, neither did you, not that it mattered. Sirius was woken by a knock one random night 18 years ago and found you, a small baby wrapped up in a red blanket without a note or much else, just a name on a card. (Y/n) (M/n) Black. 

To this day you still have the blanket, but not as a blanket. You’d turned it into a tiny matching pair of lion stuffies for you and Harry. He wouldn’t tell you, but he always slept with it in his bed and would ignore his father's teasing over the stuffy. 

No one was exactly surprised when you and Harry got together because of how close Lily, James, Sirius and Remus were even after graduating Hogwarts, so it was natural you two hung out almost everyday since you were babies. That led you here, dating the raven haired son of your dad's best friend.

When Harry turned around, his eyes dragged across the cluttered walls absolutely filled with photos of you, Sirius and his husband Remus throughout the years. There was even one adorable 11 year old you and Harry, surrounded by both sets of parents and holding your Hogwarts invitations proudly. When his eyes finished along the photos along the stairs, he noticed the blue towel that laid at the bottom said wooden stairs.

“Wait, were you getting dressed while running down the stairs?” Harry pointed at the towel, his other hand going to his hip.

“Oh- You heard that?” You ran over to the stairs, almost tripping again just to grab the towel. You hid it behind your back, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips. “Of course you heard that, but no. I.. I did not fall or get dressed as I ran down the stairs.” 

Harry rolled his eyes while he pushed his glasses up. He managed to love you more and more every single time you breathed. How you won his heart was simple, you were just you. It was literally impossible for him not to fall in love with you. All the time away in his head and he just now noticed how quiet the house was.

“Where is Moony and Padfoot, anyway?” Harry walked over to the kitchen. He pulled a cup from one of the many cupboards lining the walls of said kitchen before opening the fridge.

“Out on one of their afternoon dates. They won’t be back until dinner, probably.” You followed after him, crossing your arms over the fridge door. You leaned into it, watching his arm reach into the fridge and pull out the water pitcher. 

“So, we’re alone?” He asked, straightening up and pouring the water into the glass.

“Yeah, why? Got a plan, Potter?” You smirked at him, watching his ears turn pink. He was adorable.

“Well, that isn’t why I came over, but, ya know.” He turned to you as he put the water back, his own smirk appearing on his lips. What do you expect? You were both teenagers, you're bound to be a little horny. You tilted your head in confusion. “I have a gift for you.” He gently nudged your arms off the top of the fridge and shut the door.

“Aw, babe. You didn’t have to.. What is it?!”

Harry shook his head again, his smile growing at your enthusiasm. Godric, you are truly adorable. Shifting the glass to his left hand, his right one dove into his pocket, pulling out something small enough to stay concealed in his palm. He looked down at his fist, his smile dropped when his eyes flicked back to yours.

“It’s something super important to me. I figured since you gave me part of that blanket, I’d give you something of equal value.” He took a sip of his water to be dramatic and then set the glass down on the kitchen table beside him.

“Oh, Harry..” You sighed out. “You don’t have to give me anything.. Like.. That.” Your eyes widened when he opened his hand, revealing a familiar golden ball. “No. No, I’m not taking that.”

“Yeah, you are.” He laughed out, his smile coming back ten fold. “Consider it a good luck charm.”

“But- Harry, no. That’s your first snitch! I’m not- I can’t-” You were cut off when he grabbed your wrist and tugged you into a kiss. His hands forced open your hand and stuffed the golden ball unto your palm before closing your fingers around it. The kiss depended when his other hand came around to the back of your head, holding you into the kiss. 

When Harry pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours. Your chest was moving quickly to catch up with the oxygen he made you miss out on because of his stupid nice lips. His eyes stayed closed as he spoke.

“I want you to have it, (Y/n). I love you that much.” Harry brought your hand with the snitch in it to his lips, planting a kiss so soft it made your heart flutter. He stepped back, admiring the blush that changed your cheeks to a red color.

“If you say so, Har. I appreciate it, baby.” You looked down at the snitch. “Ya know.. You got me kinda worked up with that kiss.” Your eyes flipped to Harry’s as you brought the switch to your lips, using the golden ball to hide your smile at Harry’s nervous chuckle.

“Oh, really?” He was stepping forward again, pressing his chest to yours. Your eyes looked him up and down before wrapping your arms around his neck. You stuck your tongue out while your hand ran through his hair before tugging his hair, teasing, testing him before speaking.

“Yeah. I say we go do something about it, Potter.” 

Harry didn’t need you to tell him twice before his lips crashed against yours. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he spun you around, pressing your back into the kitchen table. One of your legs came up to wrap around his waist, allowing him to grind his hips into yours. You moaned against his lips, granting his tongue entrance. 

You arch your back and drop your head back when he rolled he rolled his hips particularly hard against yours. You shivered when his lips moved from your cheek to your neck, sucking on a spot just below your ear.

“Godric, I’ve missed you, (Y/n). I can’t wait to have you wet and open and begging for me again.” His voice was so close to your ear you could hear his breath hitch. “I can’t wait to destroy you, baby boy.” 

“Fuck, Harry. You’re so fucking talented.”

“Don’t say that yet, love, we haven’t even done anything yet.” He laughed, his hands going to your thighs, tapping them to ask you to jump up. He maneuvered your other leg to his waist once you hoped up, your arms still wrapped around his neck and the snitch still in your hand.

The raven haired male carried you out of the kitchen, planting messy kisses across your face as he skillfully climbed the stairs. At this point, you were blessing his years of quidditch for his strength. He all but kicked your door in, causing you to pull from the kiss, a laugh leaving your lips.

“Wanna kick in my window too? Hey, why don’t we burn my dad’s bed sheets next, hmm?” You squealed when Harry smacked your ass and basically threw you onto the bed.

“Keep up the attitude, brat, and I’ll fuck you over the desk.” He pointed to the brown wooden table in question. It was propped up right in front of your bedroom window for natural light. He shut the door to your bedroom just in case your fathers got home.

“Ooh please, Harry. We both know you don’t like sharing me and anyone could see.” You popped your leg up all dramatically, your head laying back and arm extended back too. The snitch had fallen from your hand at this point, leading it to roll across the bed.

“Alright, that’s it.” Harry reached out, grabbing your shirt and jerked you onto your feet. You didn’t even notice he pulled his wand out- probably to cast a silencing charm or something, but he was using it to magic the papers and quills and inkwells off your desktop. He pushed you to the desk, once again caging you against wood with his hand gripping the edge. He grabbed your chin with his fingers, his knee planted between your legs and grinding just right into your bulge. “I want you to strip for me, dolly. Nice and slow.”

His usual bright green eyes were dark with lust as he stared into yours. You grasped the bottom of your cotton shirt, slowly pulling it over your head to reveal the skin Harry’s wanted to touch since he arrived at your dark house. He licked his lips as his eyes grazed over the skin. His eyes stayed pinned against your hands as they traveled to the waistband of your black sweatpants. To his surprise, you weren’t wearing any boxers, leaving your hard on to slap against your pelvis. 

“Damn, hun.” He bit down on his lip, his hands going to your waist. “Godirc, you always manage to steal my breath away.” He looked at you with admiration, a side grin stretching across his face.

“Take my breath away.” You smirked, watching his grin falter. You kicked your pants away, smirking at him.

“What?”

“The saying is ‘take my breath away’. You said it wrong.”

“This is why I’m not letting you cum tonight.” His own smirk grew when yours died. You blinked a few times before a nervous laugh came out of your throat. 

“Wait, what?” 

Harry proceeded to flip you over while ignoring your complaint about the temperature of the desk, then bent you over the desk and pinned you by the back of your neck. You let out an involuntary moan at the roughness. Harry undid his belt, kinda, with one hand and struggled further with the button of his jeans. 

“Oh, for Merlins- fucking- come on!” The raven haired male let out a groan before pulling his hand away from your neck. “Don’t you dare move.” His hands fumbled with his jeans. “Stupid muggle clothes and stupid fucking muggle bel- Oh, got it.” 

At this point, you were craning your neck to look at him, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was clear by your smirk that you’d been watching him struggle and were enjoying it.

“Struggling there, babe?”

“I told you not to move.”

“Well, I was just checking out the view, Potter.” You couldn’t help but laugh when his cheeks turned bright red. “Aaw! I love seeing you blush, darling.”

“Shut it.” He grumbled out, trying not to smile at the complement. He grabbed your hair and pushed your cheek into the wood. “Do you wanna do this before your dads get home or am I gonna get blue balled by your cute flirting?” His free hand ran across your backside while you snorted.

“Fine, I’ll just keep my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes, smiling back at him. You didn’t notice him lube up his fingers, but you did feel the cold slick finger enter you. “Cold!”

“Oh, sorry, love. Forgot to warn you.” Harry kissed your shoulder to make up for his mistake and began to move his finger, gently rubbing your walls. Your toes curled into the floor when the pad of his finger brushed against the button that usually had you sobbing his name before the finger pulled back.  

Your legs were already close to giving out when he pushed a second finger in right after. It’d been a while since you two had been intimate and damn was it showing. 

“Are you- Can I-?” Harry’s dick pulsed when you let out a particularly loud mewl of his name when his fingers hit your prostate again. He could’ve cried when you nodded your head and pushed your hips back. The raven haired male pulled his fingers free and didn’t hesitate to slide into you. His hands dug into your waist, a groan leaving his lips when his hips stuttered. “Tight-!” 

You melted into the desk when his hips met yours. You were practically drooling across the polished wood. Godric, it had been ffaarr too long. 

“You- ha- You should stop by more often.” You rested your chin against the desk, both of your hands were white knuckling the edge of the desk.

“Trust me, I will.” Harry spoke between chuckles. He leaned over your back, pressing his bare chest against your back. “I’m gonna move, ok?” Harry pulled back slowly, savoring how you felt before pushing back in just as slow. He swallowed thickly when you moaned. “Godric, I love the way you sound.” He kept the pace slow and deep, making sure to pause every once in a while to grind into you. His lips pressed against your shoulders, leaving a trail of burning kisses across your skin. 

Not long after, he began to move faster, his lips going straight to your ears while his hand moved south to the dripping wetness between your legs.

“Merlin, you always feel so good.” His voice had dropped a few octaves and sounded absolutely amazing in your ears. “I wanna do so much to you.” He let out a breathy laugh after you squeaked when his hand wrapped around your dick. “I just wanna-”

The raven haired male slapped a hand over your moaning mouth and immediately ceased the movements of his hips when he heard the floorboards below you creak. 

“(Y/n)! We’re home!” A familiar voice rang through the house. You looked out the window right in front of you. They must’ve drank some form of alcohol and used the floo because the muggle owned car Remus insisted on owning wasn’t in the parking space just outside. 

“Shit.” Harry mumbled, moving his hand away from your lips. “Answer ‘em, babe. I’m sure neither of them wants to see me balls deep in their son.” He couldn’t help but snicker when you smacked his chest.

“Welcome back! I’m in my room- Harry decided to stop by while you were gone!” You were praying to Merlin himself that what you two were doing wasn’t obvious.

“Ok! Have fun!” Remus called up the stairs. 

“I bet they're doing a lot more than playing wizard chess.” Sirius’ voice echoed through the house easily. “Ow! I thought you loved me!”

“Sirius, stop!”

“What? I was just being honest! Don’t you remember when we were in the dorm and you were gladly basically screaming my na-.”

“We can hear you!” You yelled out, your hands covering your ears. If your face wasn’t flushed before, it was now and Harry’s snickering did not help the situation a lick. There was a moment of silence before either of them spoke up again.

“Sorry boys!” 

You shifted on your feet while you pushed your forehead into the desk. Harry let out another soft chuckle, his hands rubbed up and down your back. 

“Do you wanna continue?”

“Does today end in a ‘y’?”

Harry snorted again before returning his lips to your ear and his hand crept over your mouth. 

“Better keep your mouth shut then, love. Would hate for them to see their precious baby boy taking cock like a champion.” He knew damn well you weren’t exactly good at holding your tongue. With that being your final warning, he started up again, his hips moving slow before quickly picking up speed. 

Harry let out a groan in your ear, loving how you shuddered and moaned into his palm when he angled his hips just right. He trailed his hot tongue across your neck before sucking a mark right at the base of your neck. 

Once again, your body turned to jello against the desk. You were teetering on the edge, your cock throbbing between your legs. You could tell by the way Harry bit down on your shoulder and how his hips twitched and stuttered between thrusts he was close too. 

Your jaw went slack when his dick hit your prostate head on, knocking you over the cliff you were already dangling on. Your moan was barely muffled by your boyfriend's palm but you didn’t really care. You knew your cum was making a mess on the floor, but that was just another too far away though in your skull. 

 Harry chased after his release and soon found it with a quiet grunt of your name. He rode out his high before collapsing on top of you. 

“Merlin’s beard, Harry. When did you get so heavy?” You let out a tired laugh, your hand going through you sweat soaked hair. You’d have to take another shower. 

“When you forced me to try out for quidditch.” Harry rolled his eyes and pulled out of you slowly. He picked you off the desk and laid you across your bed. “Did you have a good time?” He asked as he crawled in, laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your chest. 

“Oh, no, babe. Worst sex of my life.” Sarcasm dripped out of you like honey as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You pulled your wand out from under your pillow and used a quick cleaning charm on the desk and wooden floor before magic-ing the softest blanket from your collection over you.

“Hey, don’t be a jerk.” Harry pinched your hip before glancing up at you. He smiled at your half asleep state and let out a chuckle. “Go to sleep.” 

“No, I’m no-” You got interrupted by a yawn, “Ok, ok, sleep sounds nice.” You held onto Harry tighter before reaching over to gently take off his glasses, fold the legs in and set them on your bedside table. “Only if you sleep too.”

“What about your dads?”

“Judging by the creaking of the bed in the room across the hall, I think we’re good.”

“Ew.”

“It gets worse on their anniversary.” You smirked at how Harry’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“Ew, ew, no. Stop.”

“Oh yeah! I could tell you stories!” You laughed out.

“Please don’t!” Harry pressed his nose into your collarbone, trying to hide from your dirty smirk as you went on to tell him stories, despite his yells of protest. While you went on to torture the raven haired male, you didn’t notice the snitch sitting perfectly between the legs of the hand made lion plushie from your old blanket.

[stardusttrashed]

Crushing

Word Count: 2k

I racked my brain, trying to think of why I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the class sweetheart. I should’ve been focusing on math work in front of me. It was easy enough that I could’ve completed it in my sleep. Instead, my eyes were focused on the girl across the room who busied herself, helping others and making idle conversations. 

My eyes roamed over her figure as she leaned against Deku’s desk. Somehow she made our boring uniform seem like something you’d see in a magazine. Or at least I think so. I’ve never been one to read through fashion magazines or anything. I tried my best to hide my snarl as she giggled away at something Deku said. 

I’m not really sure when it happened or even how. She’s so annoyingly kind and bubbly like a walking ball of sunshine that always manages to get in the way. She’s always rushing in to protect people, even if that meant putting herself at risk. She’s a complete idiot. 

“Yo, Earth to Bakugo,” Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, pulling me out of my trace. I blinked several times as I tried to refocus on the paper lying on the table in front of me. “Everything alright? You’re usually done with classwork by now.”

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, “what? Are you my mom now?” I rolled my eyes as I finished up the last of the assignment. I heard Kirishima grumble something before following suit. We worked quietly for a few moments as the voices of everyone else filled the space.

“Someone is grumpier than usual today, eh,” Y/n giggled quietly, plopping herself down on the empty seat next to me. She scooted closer until she could prop her elbows up on my desk. She gave me a fake pout, “is it cause I didn’t come talk to you first?” Y/n looked me up and down with a smug smirk that made my stomach feel weird. 

I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face just so I could stop feeling like this, but all I could manage was a low growl and an eye roll. “In your dreams, idiot. You’re worse than hair-for-brains.” 

“Aw, I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all week,” she continued to tease. “At this rate, he’ll join movie night for sure!” Kirishima’s laugh followed her joyous giggle. The dopey look she gave me never wavered even as I mumbled ‘idiots.’ 

I could feel Kirishima’s eyes shift back and forth between her and me, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing something. Before I could say anything, the bell signaling that class ended rang. 

“You are coming to movie night, right,” Y/n asked as I started packing up. Her voice was softer than usual, almost like she was nervous. 

I shook the thought out of my head. She was always the first one to stand up to me or challenge me. While the other people in our class would hesitate, she would hear me yell and laugh it off with some comeback. It was irritating, but I guess that’s why I… tolerate her more than the others. 

“Tch. I’ve got homework.”

“So do I, dummy, it’ll probably only take an hour or so. Plus, it’s the weekend.”

 Everyone had left the room already, leaving me and her alone in the room. My palms grew increasingly sweaty as my stomach did flips again. With a huff, I pulled the strap over my shoulder and headed out the door. I could hear her scrambling to get her stuff together before her rapid footsteps sounded off behind me. 

“That’s tough. I outta kick your ass.” 

My eyes wandered down to her lips as she spoke, catching the way she tried to chew back a cocky smirk. “In your dreams, pipsqueak,” I scoffed. 

“I’ll kick your ass anytime anywhere, sparky.” Y/n stopped in her tracks and shoved her pointer finger into my chest. “In case you forgot, you don’t scare me.” The cocky smirk firmly planted on her lips drove me crazy. It made my stomach flip, and my mind go hazy. 

Without thinking, I swatted her hand away and stalked off. “If it’ll make you shut the hell up,” I called behind me as calm as my nerves could let me say. “I’ll come to the damn movie night.” 

Hours had passed since I last saw Y/n, but she hadn’t left my mind since. She made it hard to do homework. Assignments that should’ve taken me 30 minutes at most took me an hour thanks to my mind constantly drifting off to think of her. I had no idea what was wrong with me. 

My phone pinged, pulling me from yet another drawn-out thought about Y/n. I checked my phone to see it was none other than Y/n herself.

Y/n: In case you haven’t heard yet, Kiri canceled movie night.

I wanted to be happy to hear that I didn’t have to go to some dumb movie night anymore, but instead, I felt disappointed. I had spent all this time preparing myself to hang out with the crew. Well, if I’m frank, I was preparing myself to hang with Y/n. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent her a quick reply.

Movie night doesn’t have to be canceled.

Y/n: ?.... Are you offering to host a movie night?! What have you done to my precious Katsu?!?!

My lips curled up into a small smile as I read her reply. “Her precious Katsu.” I don’t know why those three words made me feel warm, but all it did was egg me on further. 

If you want to make a big deal about it I can say nevermind. 

Y/n: Stop being an idiot, I’ll be over in an hour

We had spent plenty of time alone together, more than I can count actually. She always seemed to talk me into studying together or being her sparring partner. As much as I’d hate to admit it, she’s even got me to go to the mall with her... and the others. However, something felt different about this time, I couldn’t quite explain what though. 

Time couldn’t seem to pass fast enough as I waited. I wiped my hands on my pants and checked the clock. Only ten minutes had passed. A sigh escaped my lips followed by another ping of my phone. 

Shitty Hair: Told everyone I couldn’t host movie night tonight. Maybe you and y/n can hang ;) you’re welcome

I scoffed as I read Kirishima’s text. He could be a complete idiot sometimes, but for once he might be onto something, not that I’d tell him. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone on my bed. How’d he know that I would like hanging out with her alone instead of with everyone else? Well, if I was being honest it was more than just liking hanging out with her. I liked her company more than the others, she's even my favorite sometimes. I like h…. I cut that thought short as I walked to the bathroom to shower. It doesn’t matter how I feel about her, I don’t treat her any different from anyone else. 

My mind flipped through the various words I could use to describe my feelings for her, avoiding any sappy like words, but none seemed to fit. I finally settled on ‘tolerate’. I knew it wasn’t quite the word I was looking for, but it was the closest I was going to allow myself to admit. 

I had barely pulled on my sweatpants when a soft knock echoed through my room. A rush of nervous panic rushed through me at the sound. I hurriedly put on deodorant and hesitantly sprayed some cologne on my sweats. 

“Katsuki, you there-” Y/n started to ask, quickly cutting herself off as I opened the door. She flug her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her in a hug. I wanted nothing more than to put my hands on her waist, but instead my hands stayed at my sides, getting sweatier by the second. 

“Hey there,” Y/n said gleefully as she finally let go of me. “Oh-” her eyes roamed over my body, “- I, uh, you smell good.” The slight tint on her cheeks gave me a little boost of confidence. “Is that a new soap or something?”

I couldn’t help the smirk growing on my face. “What? You go around smelling me now? Tch. Weirdo.” I glanced down as she playfully hit my chest, taking in the spandex shorts that clung to her thighs. I caught myself staring before she noticed and stepped aside so she could come in. 

“I hate you sometimes.” She walked into my room like it was her own, plopping herself down on my bed. She kicked off her shoes before making herself comfortable. “Did you pick a movie yet? Also can I borrow a sweatshirt?”

“Why do you need a sweatshirt when you’re sitting on covers,” I scoffed as I grabbed a shirt.

“Cause I don’t want to mess up your bed dummy.”

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the bed, the shirt still in my hands. “Move over idiot.” I climbed onto the bed, sitting next to her. “Should’ve brought your own sweatshirt then,” I grumbled as I lifted my arm closest to her. I shrugged off her curious look, “you always call me a heater, so I.” I trailed off as the nerves began to get the better of me.  Before I could put my arm down she leaned into my side. I let go of a tense breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding in.

Having my arm around her just felt right. Her touch set my skin ablaze, but I cou;dn’t think of anyone else I would rather hold. A comfortably awkwardness fell over us as we both shifted in silence, trying to get situated. 

“Katsuki, do you like me?” Her question took me off guard. “Sorry, probably should’ve asked better. I just- I have to know, y’know. I wasn’t sure about coming over cause watching movies alone together just seemed too much like a date.” Her voice wavered as she continued to obviously nervously ramble. “It’s fine if I’m wrong. It just Kiri is convinced that you like me.” Her small scoff tugged at my heart.

There it was. The word I was avoiding, but already knew. Like. Yeah, I guess I do like her. I’m not sure when it started, but I’ve liked her for a while now. Everyday she always seemed to find another reason to make me like her. Even now I could find at elast a dozen more reasons to like her. But liking her meant being soft and vulnerable. It’s scary. I suppressed the urge to deny what she was saying, allowing her to continue her train of thought.

“I dunno, I figured he was just saying it to make me feel better about, well, about me liking you-,”

“You like me?” I couldn’t help it, the words left my mouth in a raised tone before I could stop them. 

Y/n looked up at me for the first time since she started talking with the same dopey grin I always seemed to catch her staring at me with. “Yes sparky! I’ve been flirting with you for forever now! Geez, for someone so smart in class, you’re pretty dumb.”

I crashed my lips down onto her’s clumsily. I wanted to wipe that nerve wrecking smile off her face, but for once she left me speechless. So I did the next best thing. And man, she was better than any dream. Y/n wasted no time in returning my affections, her lips hungrily matching mine while her hand found an resting spot on my chest. 

“Will you shut up now?” Out of habit, my anger covered for my embarrassment. 

Y/n giggled quietly, completely undeterred by my outburst, “about getting Katsuki tough guy Bakugo to like me and admit it?” She pretended to think. “Not a chance,” she chuckled, kissing my cheek. 

“Shut up! I didn’t admit shit!”

“You totally did.”

“That’s it! Get out, movie night is over!”

Y/n’s laughter filled the room like sunshine as she shook her head in protest. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

She was right. Against my better judgement she stayed until morning and even some nights after. For the next couple of months we would take turns sleeping in each other’s rooms, far too ‘tired’ to go back to our own until the next morning. I still can’t remember when I started liking her, but I know when I finally officially confessed to her and when I promised myself I wasn’t going to stop. It took a lot, but it felt good to finally tell herthat I like her. Sure, I got called a total softie by her for a solid week after, but they way she almost teared up when I told her made it worth it. Well, that and the kisses that followed.

[upamongthestarss]

Perfect Timing//Bill Denbrough x fem reader

Please be kind! This is only my second time publishing on tumblr, so I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but here we are!

Warnings: smut, brief mention of fem oral receiving, swearing, mild angst, underage drinking

Spring break came way too slowly, especially for Y/n. Freshman year of college is said to be one of the best years of your life, but it’s definitely the worst. Her high school was entirely too easy for her, probably because her teachers were just idiots. Then college hit, and the workload was unbearable. Not to mention, she grew homesick for her parents and her best friends and even a tiny bit for Bill. 

Oh, how she hated Bill back home. 

Well, okay, she didn’t hate him, it was more of just a mutual tension that sometimes led to the Losers separating them at all costs. 

They went on a few dates freshman year, and even kissed once, but it all ended when popular Autumn asked Bill to “help her with English” at lunch one day. He completely forgot to tell Y/n, but didn’t think much of the whole affair anyway. When Y/n walked out of the lunch line, she smiled at her newly official boyfriend. He was hunched over a piece of paper, diligently writing with ginger hair falling into his eyes. When Autumn saw her coming over, she tapped Bill on the shoulder, and kissed him full on the mouth when he turned to her.

Y/n’s hands went slack, causing her tray to clatter to the ground. Tomato soup splattered all over her new white Keds. She obviously looked down to see the damage, and missed Bill pushing Autumn off of him. He went over to check on her and help her clean up, but she stormed off to the bathrooms. 

From then on out, there’s been so much tension between them. Even though Bill explained what happened countless times, she’s absolutely refused to listen. She’s had trust issues after her biological father cheated on her mother when she was little, and this, well, this basically made them inflate like the economy. She wasn’t on speaking terms with him until the end of the school year, and even then their friendship was rocky.

But there was also a sexual tension. Bill and Y/n still had blatantly obvious feelings for each other, whether they wanted to admit or not. In fact, they even went to senior prom together, but it ended in disaster. There was a dramatic exit from Y/n when he mentioned how he was on good terms with Autumn now, and she was really sorry for what happened. 

“Why the hell would you bring that up now?” Y/n rose from her seat.

“B-b-because she t-told me she w-wanted us to-”

“Can’t we just completely forget what happened back then? It was so long ago.”

Bill flushed. “Well, it r-r-really seems l-like you’ve n-n-never forgotten ab-about it these past th-three years.”

She threw her napkin on the table and left after saying, “You’re a dick.”

That night she vented to Eddie and ultimately admitted to having feelings for him, but he knew that all along anyway.

That night was the last time they talked until it was time for Bill to leave for NYU.

“Good luck,” she told him, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously. 

“Th-thank you, Y/n, y-you too!” he was so excited that day that he even pulled her into a hug, much to her surprise (and delight). 

And now, here she is, on the plane to Palm Springs. It’s a long flight from Marywood, so Y/n uses her time to finish her homework. She’s majorly jetlagged by the time she lands at Palm Springs International. Luckily, the cab ride isn’t ridiculously long. When she gets to Richie’s beach house, he’s on the porch with his feet up and a daiquiri in hand.

“Y/N!!!!” he shouts, putting his drink to the side and running down the stairs.

“RICHIE!!!!” she yells back, dropping her bags to run and hug him. 

“Oh, it’s been so long!”

“I know!! And holy shit, your house is gorgeous!”

“I’m telling you, Y/n, I lucked out so much by scoring that audition. Can you believe it? Rich Records Tozier, the nation’s youngest beloved DJ.”

“Hardly,” she chuckles. “So how is the life of fame treating you?”

“Oh, brilliant. Come on in, I’ll give you a tour,” he scoops up her bag and leads her to the door. It’s an incredible house, with a beautiful kitchen and even a movie theater. 

“And here’s your room,” he gestures to the first door upstairs. 

“May I?” she asks, hand on the doorknob. 

“Be my guest.”

She swings it open to a redheaded girl on one of the two beds. She looks up from her magazine, smirking. “Hey, roomie!”

“Bev!” Y/n shrieks as her best friend runs to her and practically knocks her over. 

“When did you get here?!” 

“About an hour ago. Stan’s here too, but he’s taking a nap.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Y/n grins mischievously. 

“Everyone else is supposed to get here tomorrow morning, except for Mike. He’s coming tonight.”

“Oh, thank God. No Bill for a half day more.”

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be so close-minded,” Bev giggles and they sit down on the same bed, bursting with so much to catch up on. Richie doesn’t know if he should sit down with them or just go back to his daiquiri, but the doorbell rings.

“Saved by the bell,” he says, getting the side eye in response. 

The girls talk for hours until they decide to say hello to Mike. Y/n stops at the bathroom first, and it takes her a while to find the kitchen after that. She has to follow the voices and Richie’s booming laugh.

“Sorry, I got lost,” she says, turning in the kitchen. “Hi, Mi-”

The third person talking to Richie and Beverly is not Mike.

It’s Bill. And she looks like a total bum in her old sundress and messy ponytail. She isn’t wearing a drop of makeup, either.

“Y/n.”

“Bill. Good to see you,” she holds out her hand professionally. He shakes it.

Is it good to see him? Looking at his cerulean eyes certainly sends butterflies through her stomach and through… other parts of her body.

“Y-you too.”

That immaculate stutter. She sits down at a barstool and crosses her legs together tightly. Richie and Beverly are quick to notice it, but restrain from commenting.

“I thought you were coming in tomorrow morning?” 

She doesn’t sound rude or accusatory, just curious.

“M-my flight got c-c-cancelled.”

“Okay, gotcha.” 

She drums her fingertips on the counter restlessly, not really knowing what else to say.

Luckily, Richie has a plan in case things get awkward between these two- and he’s already having to use it.

“Anyone want a drink?”

************************

“Nursing school is so insane. In anatomy, our teacher dissected a literal human body, and we had to examine it.”

“Eddie, please. We’re eating,” Y/n coughs. 

“It was disgusting, but it was also fascinating,” he defends himself.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Ben shrugs. 

“Y/n, tell us more about Marywood,” Eddie says, but she’s way too busy watching Bill talk to Richie’s cute next door neighbor while holding her little sister.

“You’re so good with her!” she simpers, tossing her shiny brown hair.

“Y/n? Earth to Y/n?”

“What?” 

“How’s Marywood?” 

“Oh, it’s… fine.”

“Just fine? Did you pick a major yet?”

She shakes her head.

“What about that guy? Are you still with him?”

“David? No, we were together for a while, but I guess the spark just kinda died. I mean, he initiated the breakup, but it was all mutual.”

Eddie squirts a dollop of sunscreen the size of a clementine in his hand. “That sucks. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” Y/n shrugs, averting her gaze back to Bill. She’s very glad that she's wearing sunglasses, to hide her stares.

The cute girl was right, he is good with that little girl. Her heart would be melted, but Bill keeps flirting with the older sister. It’s disgusting.

And then, that girl has the audacity to drop the rattle she shook in the baby’s face. Y/n is close enough to hear the conversation, or at least read lips.

“Oh, l-l-l-let m-me get that.”

“Don’t worry, I got it,” she smiles, bending over so stealthily so that her breasts are all but out of that bikini.

“Ugh,” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“What’s up?” Ben asks.

“Nothing. I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” she stands up and walks almost catatonically to the door.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she finds a glass and slams it on the table. 

“D-damn, Y/n. That’s n-n-not a napkin, you kn-know.”

She jumps at Bill’s voice. He obviously followed her in, and she’s not too thrilled about it.

“Funny,” she replies, searching the cabinets. “Do you want anything?”

“I-I was ac-actually getting d-drinks.”

“Oh, for you and your new girlfriend? Hey, let me know when the wedding is. That is, if I even get on the guest list.”

“What’s your p-p-problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

Y/n finds a bottle of straight vodka and pours it right in the glass.

“Hey, its eh-eh-eleven AM,” Bill warns her, reaching for the glass. Unfortunately, their hands grab for it at the same time and it goes crashing to the ground. 

“Great, thanks,” she says.

“I didn’t w-want you to be w-w-wasted all d-day.”

“Listen, Bill,” she takes a deep breath. “I really appreciate your concern. I do. But it’s my life, and if I want to get wasted this early, then no one should stop me.” 

He doesn’t answer. They both grab rags and start to clean up around their feet.

“Th-this kind of r-r-reminds me of a certain sit-situation involving t-tomato soup,” Bill risks saying.

It was a terrible idea.

“Are you kidding me? I thought we moved on from that!”

“Yeah, so w-w-we can j-joke about it now!”

She’s silent for a minute, a blend of wrath and sadness.

“Just,” Y/n says, “Just go back out with your girlfriend.”

“I-I-I h-hardly know- o-okay, what the hell is y-y-your problem? We’re n-not together an-anymore!!! You sh-sh-shouldn’t c-care about my l-l-love life.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” she stands up, vodka dripping from the rag to her toes. “I don’t care that I shouldn’t care. I do care! I’ve always cared!” 

Bill is speechless, and she honestly doesn’t blame him. Y/n assumes he doesn’t feel the same about her. After all, they haven’t dated since freshman year. Sighing, she puts the rag in the sink and walks back outside.

She’s opening up her book and lying on her stomach to get a tan when Y/n hears an obnoxious “Excuse me?”

She looks up to the girl, who could literally be a bikini model.She looks at Y/n like she’s a piece of dirt, and Y/n just wants to smack her. She could never hurt anyone, though.

“Um, do you know when Bill will be back with the drinks?”

“Not a clue.”

******

Bill absolutely could not stop thinking of Y/n all day. He never really can, ever, but his thoughts have been out of control all damn day. They range from wild fantasies to regrets from way back when to just simply: She still likes me, she still likes me, she still likes me!!!!

He wants more than anything to talk to her and confess he’s been in love with her since high school, maybe even before that. But some small voice in Bill’s head tells him that even if she does have feelings, she won’t want to act on them. After all, he’s been nothing but an asshole to her.

Then again, so has she.

It’s really ironic that they’re so abrasive towards each other. Y/n is so kind and friendly to everyone she meets; that’s why Bill fell for her. And everyone tells him that he’s nothing but a sweetheart. And he’s always treated his every girlfriend like a princess. 

But it’s Y/n he wants as a girlfriend, and it always has been. 

Y/n comes running down the stairs, using the bansiters to prop herself up and skip the last couple steps. She’s been strangely lighthearted after she made that confession to Bill. It had been a weight on shoulders for the longest time, after all. And now that it’s out of the bag, she feels as if she can finally move on.

Holy shit, she’s so cute, Bill says to himself. She has this youthful energy, but the looks of a gorgeous young woman. Not to mention her outfit- a pastel yellow halter top, short jean shorts, and a sky blue scrunchie- looks magnificent.

“Okay, I’m ready to go!” she grins widely. “Sorry for the holdup!”

“You’re good,” Richie replies. “We were just figuring out transportation, considering I can only take five of us in my car.”

“I don’t mind taking the trunk,” Y/n shrugs. “Anyone else?” 

“I will,” Beverly volunteers. 

“Okay, great, and five of you can squish in the backseat. Mike claimed shotgun earlier.”

Everyone else groans while he flashes a smile and gives them finger guns.

“So charming,” Bev laughs and grabs Y/n’s hand. They run out to the car and squish in the trunk.

“Bev, I have to tell you something,” Y/n whispers.

“What?”

“I’m still not over Bill.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” she responds sarcastically.

“How did you know that? I only told Eddie!”

“It was just a little obvious,” she laughs. “And the good news is that we all think he feels the same way!”

“I don’t think he does, Bev,” Y/n shakes her head.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I told him today-”

“You what?”

“Shush!” she scolds as the boys get in the car. Luckily they’re all talking and can’t hear the girls if they whisper. “It just sort of... slipped out. But he didn’t even say anything. He just kind of… froze? It was so awkward.”

“You know he’s a little awkward around girls that he likes.”

“Is he, though?”

“Sure he is!”

“I don’t know, Bev. He stood there for a full thirty seconds without saying anything, and he just let me leave,” Y/n explains. “I think if he really liked me, he would have told me by now.”

Beverly gets quiet. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Hey, it’s okay! The timing was never right, and that- that happens. And it’s better I know now so I’m not hung up on him for the rest of my life.”

The rest of the drive is mostly just Beverly telling Y/n that there’s someone out there for her, and to keep her eyes open at the restaurant. 

It’s a bright restaurant, very tropical and very flamboyant. A lush plant, obviously made of silicon, is the centerpiece of every table. 

Good, it can hide me from Bill and spare my embarrassment, Y/n thinks as she sits opposite him. Unfortunately, Ben asks the hostess to take it away so he can see everyone. Y/n is mortified. Being directly across from her, he can watch and judge the girl the entire dinner.

She tries her hardest the whole meal not to pay Bill any mind, but it gets difficult when he starts getting tipsy. And drunk Bill can be wild. Singing and dancing on the tables wild. Luckily he isn’t at that point yet.

She doesn’t even know how he was able to buy drinks here; he’s only nineteen. The waitress must have a crush on him or something. Maybe she and Richie’s neighbor could start a Bill fanclub.

Y/n has a feeling the waitress would ask for her ID, though, so she sticks to soda. And three Shirley Temples is never good on anyone’s bladder.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she announces. “Anyone else?”

Everyone shakes their heads. Everyone except…

“Me! M-m-me!” Bill waves his hand around like a hyper child.

“Great, I’m a babysitter now,” Y/n murmurs.

She starts walking to the bathroom, Bill hot on her heels. Surprisingly enough, when she finishes peeing, he’s actually waiting for her. 

“F-f-finally. G-g-girls take so long in the buh-buh-bathroom.”

She ignores him.

“Y/nnnnn,” he slurs. “I’ve been m-m-meaning to t-t-tell you, your a-a-ass looks fantastic in th-those shorts.”

“Because that’s not a rude thing to say at all,” she replies, feeling her face burn up.

“I’m n-n-not trying to be r-rudeeee,” Bill grabs her waist and pulls her in. Y/n can smell all the alcohol on his breath, and it’s disgusting. He kisses her full on the mouth.

She shoves him off, embarrassed by his behavior. “You’re drunk.”

“If b-b-being drunk makes me w-w-want to m-make out with you, I-I-I never want t-to be so-sober.”

That hits Y/n hard. Bill Denbrough wants her. But only when he’s drunk. 

He doesn’t love her in his right mind. This is all she has, and she can’t even fathom just taking advantage of him when he’s drunk. Using someone would hurt her in such an inexplicable way, and not to mention it would tear whatever small bond she had with Bill into shreds.

She plops back down in her seat, barely touching the rest of her food or speaking for the rest of the night.

When she gets to her shared room with Bev, Y/n takes a shower. She’s always loved showers because they’re a place where you can cry without risk of anyone hearing over the water running.

And that’s exactly what Y/n does. She lets the tears stream down her face, washed away by the showerhead’s water.

*******

Bill knows he got plastered last night, so it’s no surprise when he wakes up with a pounding headache. But he isn’t sure why Y/n is so quiet, especially around him. Usually she has a remark or at least a glare for him, but she seems almost meek today.

He pulls Beverly aside at one point, and asks if he did anything to her last night.

“I don’t know, Bill. You guys went to the bathroom at the same time, and when you came back, Y/n seemed really upset.”

“L-l-like angry, or s-sad?”

“Sad. But she didn’t tell me anything that happened. I’m sorry, Bill.”

“It’s o-o-okay. Th-Thanks, Bev.”

He spends the rest of the day trying to remember something- anything- from last night. Bathrooms. Bathrooms.

There are some vignettes. Y/n across from him, in that pretty top. Watching her ass as she walked to the bathrooms. 

Oh, shit. Bill made some sort of comments about those shorts. What happened after that? He kissed her, didn’t he? But why would that make her sad?

When evening rolls around, Bill still doesn’t remember anything new. He’s the only one in the living room, not even paying attention to the TV. His friends come bounding down the stairs, all wearing sneakers and athletic outfits.

“A-a-are you g-guys going somewhere?”

“Yeah, to the new rope climbing place,” Stan replies. 

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She has vertigo, and wanted to stay here. We thought you could stay here so she’s not alone all night.”

“You d-d-didn’t th-think about asking me f-first?”

“We drew names out of a hat,” Beverly steps in. “You just weren’t around when we did it.”

“Isn’t that a l-l-little ruh-rude to Y-Y/n? One of us is g-g-going to st-stay with her instead of h-having fun?”

“No, Bill, it was the opposite!” Richie tries to save the group, much to their chagrin. “We were voting on who didn’t get to stay home with Y/n. And you won! You get to!”

“Wh-what i-if I want to donate m-my win?”

“Doesn’t work like that. Wins are final.”

It’s all BS, and Bill knows it. There never was a hat draw, everyone knows that Bill and Y/n have a lot to work out, and they don’t want the two to go back from spring break with even more animosity for each other. 

Also, they know that the two have feelings that have been expressed so wrongly over the years. Maybe now it’s time to work them out.

“So we’re going to head out now; have fun with Y/n!” Eddie waves, and they run out excitedly.

 Bill sighs, not knowing what he’s going to do with Y/n all night. Maybe she’ll just be antisocial and hide in her room all night, but he personally hopes she won’t. He decides to hang out by the pool for a while, and changes into his swim trunks.

By the time he gets outside, though, Y/n is already there. She’s hugging her knees to her chest and watching the little waterfall intently.

“Hey,” Bill says, making her jump.

“Hey.”

“C-c-can I join you?”

She nods. 

“Why aren’t you with the others?”

“B-because I w-w-won their ‘contest,’”

“Contest?” she shakes her head, not understanding.

“To b-b-babysit you, ap-apparently.”

“Ah. Sounds legitimate.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he just lets the sounds of the waterfall and the faint grasshoppers fill the silence. He’s sure Y/n doesn’t mind, though. When everyone else complained about the summer grasshoppers as kids, she would always dote on how they’re melodious and comforting.

Bill can’t hold himself back any longer.

“Y/n, what d-d-did I do l-last night?”

She turns to him. “You really don’t remember?”

“I re-remember making a com-comment, which I-I’m sorry about b-by the way, th-that was an a-asshole move. And I-I remember kissing y-you. But then what?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n continues. “Well, then I pushed you off and told you that you were drunk.”

She pauses.

“And th-then?”

“Then you said, ‘If I want to make out with you when I’m drunk, then I don’t ever want to be sober.’”

That’s it? Bill thinks. He’s not stupid enough to voice his thoughts, luckily.

“Oh, Y-Y-Y/n, I w-w-was drunk. I d-didn’t know what I w-w-was saying.”

“Listen, Bill. I know you remember what I told you yesterday in the kitchen. And what you told me at the restaurant really hurt, okay?”

“Why? I-I wanted to k-k-kiss you,” he asks, genuinely confused.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes!” Y/n laughs incredulously. “You wanted to kiss me when you were drunk, not in your right mind!”

“I al-always want to k-k-kiss you in my right mind!”

“What?!” 

“I-I think I love you, Y/n.”

She’s frozen. Could he actually mean that? Has he been drinking again? Hearing that from Bill Denbrough has been her dream since… forever.

“I think I love you too, Bill.”

He jumps up from his lounge chair, and leans over Y/n. He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and kisses her tenderly, gently. Her lips are just as soft as he remembers them to be all those years ago, softer than any other girl he’s kissed.

“Wow,” she beams as they pull apart. “I guess I knew this, but you’re a much better kisser than my ex.”

He laughs. “W-why, thank you. You’re n-n-not so bad y-yourself.”

“Thanks,” she giggles. “I just… I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like doing something crazy now, something outrageous.”

“L-like what?”

“Hm…” she thinks for a minute. “Do you want to go skinny dipping?”

“Okay, sure,” Bill chuckles. 

Grinning, she begins to peel off her one piece. She slips the straps off, and the rest slowly slides off her body. Her breasts are exposed first, then her stomach, then everything. Her skin is smooth and glorious.

Bill pulls off his swim trunks and throws them behind him. Y/n wants to tease him about his erection, but she’s way too shocked at his size.

They bask in the beauty of each other for a moment before they dive into the water, crisp and cool on their bare bodies. Y/n splashes Bill right in his face.

He pushes wet strands of hair from his ocean eyes. “H-how dare you?” 

“What are you going to do about it?” she taunts.

“This,” Bill says, throwing Y/n over his shoulder and taking her outside the water. She’s both screaming and laughing her head off at this point. He carries her all the way to the deep end and tosses her in. 

When she surfaces, Y/n makes sure to flip him off. 

“So r-r-rude.”

He cannonballs in, and they swim around, and eventually go under the waterfall. They end up making out and gasping for air.

“D-d-do you want to tuh-take this inside?” Bill whispers.

She nods, and they get out. As Y/n shivers, Bill gets them fluffy towels from a bin by the chairs.

Grabbing his hand, she pulls him through the sliding glass doors. They run around the house in nothing but towels, giggling and kissing and dripping pool water everywhere. The two finally make it to Bill’s room and go directly to the bed (after locking the door).

“Spruh-spread your legs,” Bill breathes in her ear, sending goosebumps up and down her body. 

She obeys and lets him kiss her knees, her thighs, and eventually her core. He pleases Y/n in a way her old boyfriend never did.

When she finishes, Bill holds her for a minute so she can catch her breath. Then, when he turns around to put on a condom, she moves against the wall.

“Oh, s-s-so you w-want wall sex n-now?” Bill raises his eyebrows.

“Maybe,” she shrugs. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

Instead of using words, Bill throws Y/n up against the wall and kisses her roughly. Their tongues clash, and she loves every second of it. Then he goes in. He starts slow at first, but begins to pick up the pace with her approval.

“D-damn, you’re so t-t-tight,” he whispers while she keeps muttering his name.

“Probably because I wasn’t with someone as big as you before.”

Hearing that makes him turn redder than his hair. “Really?”

“Really,” she sighs. “Can you go a little slower?”

He listens to her, and almost screams in pleasure when she starts to suck on his neck.

They both finish in a couple minutes, and are pretty burned out- Y/n especially because she’s never made such rough love before.

She lies in his arms, back on the bed, and traces the love mark forming on his neck.

“I think I love you,” Y/n says for the second time tonight. 

“I-I th-think I love you t-too.”

They can’t help smiling for the umpteenth time in the past hour. Their stars had never aligned until now, and it couldn’t be a more perfect exchange of love. The wait was unbearable, but incredibly worth it. 

Y/n and Bill make each other feel whole, like there was a sort of void within each other, unfilled until now. 

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice is soft and gentle. “I’m so sorry about these past years. You know I have trust issues, but I took them too far and didn’t treat you right. And I’m so sorry.”

“I’m s-sorry, too. I’ve been an ass-asshole to y-y-you, a-and it’s m-m-my fault we broke uh-up in the f-first place.”

“Don’t say that,” Y/n frowns. “It was Evil Autumn’s fault.”

They chuckle. 

Resting her head on Bill’s chest, Y/n asks the dreaded question. 

“So what’s going to become of us? After spring break.”

Bill thinks for a minute, stroking her hair, and admits, “I don’t w-w-want us to c-c-cut each other off again.”

“Neither do I.”

“I think our sc-sc-schools are like t-t-two hours ap-apart; that’s n-not terrible.”

“It’s not,” Y/n agrees. “Maybe we could take turns driving every weekend, and find a halfway point or something.”

“A-an ex-exact halfway point,” Bill adds.

“An exact halfway point.”

They can make it work, they’ve got to. Both Bill and Y/n are extremely optimistic about the future ahead, now that every feeling has been sorted out between them. And even in the unfavorable event where things don’t work out, there will always be Palm Springs. 

Bill presses a kiss to her forehead. There’s not a chance that they won’t make it. The timing is finally, after all these years, perfect. 

[4haechie]

balls, bouquets & broken hearts

➵ request: For the drabble game, can i request Donghyuck with Au #6, trope #6 & Prompts #14 please with fluff and angst? Thank youu very much, have a nice day~ 😊

➵ lee donghyuck x reader | fluff, slight angst (i tried my best but i’m a sucker for happy endings), exes to lovers au, hogwarts au | 1,407 words | “you’re so not making this easy for me.”

➵ warnings: some curse words here and there, a failed attempt at angst

➵ a/n: tysm for the request! hope u have a nice day as well, and enjoy

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“so,” your friend chirps during lunch, nudging you with her elbow, “who are you taking to the yule ball this weekend?”

you shift uncomfortably beside her. you haven’t even thought about it...not since you and donghyuck broke up a month ago. “i don’t know...what about you?”

she flushes shyly, “mark asked me a couple of days ago.” she lets out a fucking giggle. she never giggles. slytherins don’t giggle–and you yourself haven’t giggled since...

“that’s awesome, y/f/n! i’m really happy for you.” you let her know.

she mumbles “thanks” and twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers when she sees mark at the gryffindor table, who gives her a wink. you roll your eyes.

“you know...” she grabs a french fry from her plate and nibbles on it, “donghyuck hasn’t asked anyone yet, either. mark told me so.”

you clench your fist, causing the napkin you’re holding to crumble under your touch. “why should i care?”

“maybe because you’re in love with–”

“shut the fuck up! and keep your voice down, or i swear i’ll give you your own personal thunderstorm.” you threaten, but both of you know very well that you don’t mean it.

even though you’re not with donghyuck anymore, and he was the one who broke up with you, your friend never misses an opportunity to bring him up. it’s no use though; you’re over him.

of course, you are. why wouldn’t you be?

your friend drops the subject after seeing your clenched fist. she jokes around a lot, but she knows you better than anyone. she knows you’re hurt because of him. but she also remembers how happy he made you. she just wants you to be happy, again. she hasn’t seen you smile since...since, well, donghyuck dumped you. she wants to make him pay, yes, but she also wants him to realise how badly he fucked up by breaking up with you.

/

“how do i look?” y/f/n asks you, spinning around slowly. her dress is beautiful–a sleeveless, emerald-coloured ball gown. its frock is done in lace, layers and layers of it. her dress might be beautiful, but she looks even more ethereal, you think. mark is a lucky guy.

“stunning,” you reply. you hand her her purse containing emergency supplies–a piece of paper with the new password to the common room, her wand, lip gloss, a pack of gum, and a copy of the map of hogwarts.

she flashes you a grin, but it soon fades away. “you’re really gonna stay here all alone? can’t you at least come for the food or something? i promise i’ll keep you company the entire time.”

you shake your head, “y/f/n, you know i can’t. what if i see him?” you trail off, fidgeting with your wand. she looks like she’s about to argue, but you point your wand at the door of your and y/f/n’s dorm room, “alohomora.” it whips open, and you get up and shove her out of the door. “have fun– and tell mark i said hi!”

/

it hasn’t even been an hour since your friend left, but you hear a knock at the door. there’s no way she’d be back so soon. you grab your wand–just in case–and carefully head to the door. with your wand in your right hand, you twist the knob with your left hand, ready for some teacher to come breathing down your neck as to why you failed to show up at the ball.

“hey, y/n.”

it’s donghyuck.

what. the. fuck.

you must’ve said that out loud, since donghyuck looks beyond apologetic.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to show up like that, um...”

“what are you...what are you doing here?” you manage to say. he replies but you don’t hear anything. your eyes trail down from his eyes to his lips, then to his hands–he’s holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers from hogsmeade?

what in merlin’s beard?

“so, yeah. i’m sorry. i’m really fucking sorry.” he finishes his long rant–which you don’t hear–and holds out the bouquet.

you don’t have words. “uh...” you take the flowers, nonetheless, but you curse yourself silently for not paying attention to what he has to say.

he giggles.

slytherins...they don’t giggle. unless they’re in–

“i asked you why you didn’t go,” he says.

“oh. um, i didn’t really want to. i was planning on catching up on homework,” you gesture at the various books and stationery spread out on your bed.

he nods. “i hope you like the flowers,” he scratches the back of his neck. “i’ll leave you to it,” he says as he’s about to walk away. then it occurs to you–how did he get to your dorm without getting caught?

“wait!” you tug at the sleeve of his long-sleeved shirt, “how did you even get here? there are teachers and prefects patrolling, right?”

he looks down at your hand and looks back at you sheepishly. “i used an invisibility potion.”

he...he brewed an invisibility potion just to see you?

“wow. i, um, did not expect that. wait, why did you even give me the flowers?” you say.

the sheepish smile leaves his lips, and gets replaced by a smirk. “you really weren’t listening to a word i said, were you? who would’ve thought? you...getting distracted because of my handsome face...”

your snap out of the confused look you’re giving him to punch him square in the arm. “you know, what? fuck you, donghyuck. here, i thought you’re being nice to me–for once, acting like i exist, ever since you,” you jerk your index finger at his chest, “broke up with me.” tears almost threaten to spill from your eyes, but you’re stronger than that. you chide them internally, sighing, and blink them away.

he quickly regrets everything, as soon as he sees the glisten in your eyes. “y/n...”

“leave. just go, get out of here. don’t make me use magic.” you throw the flowers back at him. he catches them, barely, and watches sadly as a few petals drop to the floor.

he grips them in one hand and juts out another to stop you from slamming the door in his face. you’re about to protest, but he says: “do you wanna know what else i said? i said i was sorry. i said i never meant to break up with you. losing you, letting you go, was the worst mistake i’ve ever made. i regret everything, y/n. i broke up with you because i was scared. nobody made me feel the way you did. i was scared because i was in love with you, y/n. i am still...i still love you. i’m still in love with you,” he says almost in one whole breath. “i guess i never stopped.”

you’re left speechless again. you don’t know what to do. magic isn’t going to get you out of this one.

“i totally understand if you don’t feel the same way,” he continues. “actually, there’s no way you do. i’ll get out of your hair now. just wanted to come right out and say it, so that, you know, i don’t regret not telling you.” he gently removes your hand from yours, gives you one final look of pure love, and steps away from you.

jesus, this boy.

“god, you’re so not making this easy for me.” you grab his arm, turning him to face you. “i don’t. i don’t not feel the same way. when you broke up with me, most of me was really fucking angry–and hurt and confused. but i also realised how much you meant–” you shake your head, “mean to me.”

his smile gets bigger after hearing each word you utter.

“you hurt me, donghyuck. but...but i know your feelings are real and genuine. it’s gonna take some time for me to, like, forgive you completely, though.” you eye the flowers in his hand and take them back.

his grin is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. he holds up his hands, “i totally understand. take as long as you need.”

you give him a small smile. “so...the ball isn’t over yet. what do you say we go together–as friends, of course.”

he smiles so hard you think he’s gonna burst, “i thought you’d never ask.”

maybe...maybe you’ll forgive him sooner than you thought.

( “i forgot to ask–who told you i’d be in my room? like, how did you know i wasn’t at the ball?”

“y/f/n told me.” )

[twokinkybeans]

Filled [BREEDING KINK]

Hi everyone! Lien here! As a nice and fun addition to our Jar of Dirt challenge, Kim and I decided to join! I got “breeding kink” from the jar, so here’s what I wrote! I hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: It's been a while since Peter and Tony pulled a piece of paper from the jar... Which kink will they be exploring today?

Written by: Lien Warnings: Adult Peter Parker, breeding kink, slight choking (more like, Tony resting his hand on the Peter's throat), daddy kink, some INTENSE dirty talk, rough sex, mention of using the Swissy, slight oral, Peter’s prostate is referred to as a G-spot.

Read “Filled” on AO3. (We posted a new fic called “Jar of Dirt - Continuation” where we will post Ti Amo verse one shots as chapters! <3)

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Tony and Peter are seated on the couch, the jar resting between Peter’s crossed legs. He’s bent over it, hugging it tightly and tilting his head to glance up at Tony’s crooked smirk. “Been a while, hasn’t it?” The older man chuckles. Their sex had been so satisfying lately that they almost forgot about the jar. Peter, however, suggested they try something new again, feeling the pull of the little secretive pieces of paper grow stronger over time. “Sure has,” Peter says, biting his bottom lip. “Whose turn is it anyways?” “I honestly don’t remember, kid. Why don’t you do the honors.” Tony smiles and gestures at the jar before leaning back slightly. There are still kinks in there that Tony would’ve felt uncomfortable about sharing before, but now that Peter occasionally wants to be his puppy, there’s nothing Tony thinks would put his boyfriend off. Where Tony was nervous about the jar at first, he’s more than comfortable now. Peter sits up straight and pushes his hand into the jar, rummaging aggressively before pulling out one of Tony’s papers. He shows it off, wiggling his eyebrows and raising the tension, before unfolding it to read what’s on it. Tony did not expect this response. Peter frowns. Suddenly, the pit in Tony’s stomach that he thought would be gone forever is back. Does Peter not like what’s on the paper? “Well?” Tony asks, nervously sniffing his nose and sitting up again, shoulders tensed. “What’s it say?” “I, eh… I don’t understand how this would work.” “Can’t explain it if you don’t tell me, Pete.” The young man now turns the paper and shows off Tony’s capitalized handwriting. Breeding. “You can’t exactly breed me, I- I don’t have a womb or anything.” There’s a beat. Tony stares at Peter wide eyed before bursting into laughter, clutching his stomach as he falls back against the couch. Peter immediately sputters, putting the jar on the coffee table and raising his hands confused. “What? I don’t!” “After everything we’ve done in the bedroom, you draw the line here? You’re not a dog either, yet your cock jolts at the mere idea of being my puppy.” “I know- I know-” “Would you try it?” Peter’s eyes are big and round, staring at Tony’s squinting ones. It’s quiet for a second. “What should I expect?” Peter counters with a question of his own. Tony thinks for a little bit, pressing his lips on top of each other and looking at the ceiling, pondering. When he finally figures out what to say, he pulls Peter in his lap. The young man gasps at how hard his boyfriend already is.

“It’s not exactly baby-making. It’s more… Feral. Raw. An ultimate act of togetherness, binding us-” Tony presses a kiss on Peter’s jaw. The boy angles his head to the side, exposing his neck more so the billionaire has better access. A soft moan escapes his lips, encouraging Tony to keep going. “It’s about claiming you. Filling you up with my seed and keeping it there as a reminder to you that you’re mine…” “Yes,” Peter sighs while pushing his crotch down into Tony’s lap. “Yours.” The slow, absent minded roll of his hips is already turning into a gentle rut and he shifts slightly, trying to find the right angle to induce the most pleasure in both of them. “I take it you want to try it?” Tony chuckles darkly. “Mm, aren’t we already doing it?” Peter’s reply has Tony grasp his boyfriend’s ass and squeeze hard. Peter yelps and pushes his face in the crook of Tony’s neck. “Cheeky little brat.” “Daddy,” Peter whines softly, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through Tony’s body from the neck where Peter’s mouth is sucking at his skin to the tip of his cock. “Oh, aren’t you needy all of a sudden…” Tony can’t help but tease, wanting his sub desperate before he fucks him. The delicious rub of Peter’s crotch against his is making him growl. Peter’s mouth travels up to Tony’s sweet spot, right below his ear, where his jaw meets his skull. The boy licks and presses and open mouthed kiss on the skin. “Always needy for you-” Peter moans. “Need your touch, need your love, need your cock, I need it, daddy, please-” “Hmm, beg so nicely,” Tony purrs as his hands push Peter down into him further. “How about we take this to the bedroom?” Peter pulls back quickly to look Tony in the eye. His pupils are dilated with lust and he nods eagerly with his jaw slacked. It takes Tony a bit of effort to get up, carrying Peter with him, due to his older back, but when they reach their destination, he swiftly tosses Peter on the bed, immediately climbing on top of him. His hands don’t hesitate, pulling Peter’s sweatpants and underwear down, freeing the boy’s cock. Peter moans when Tony’s rough fingers glide over the hard shaft. “D-daddy,” Peter whimpers as Tony’s mouth laps at his lower abdomen, skilfully evading where Peter wants his touch the most. “Hmm?” Tony purrs as he looks up at Peter with big eyes, his tongue not leaving his lover’s skin. “Such a meanie!” Peter exclaims as he drops his head back onto the mattress, hips jerking involuntarily at Tony’s barely satisfying attention. His legs spread more, knees pulled in slightly in the hopes that his Daddy will do more. He needs more. “Oh, honeybunch, I won’t give you what you want unless you use your words. I want to hear the filth spill from your lips.” Peter gasps, arching his back off the bed and squeezing his eyes shut, when a finger breaches his crack and starts circling the rim like a crystal glass. “Sh-shit!” “Oh, sweet Peter…” Tony coos, dipping in the finger only slightly before pulling back and continuing his teasing. “You’re still so loose from this morning… Think you can take me without prep?” “P-please, daddy- I can’t- I-” “Speak.” Peter’s knuckles turn white, clenching the silk sheets in his fist. His cock throbs against his abdomen, leaking precum from just the teasing and it’s when his Daddy plays with his hole like this that he realizes how empty he feels. How he wants to be filled. Needs to be filled. In a rare moment of clarity, he thinks back to the piece of paper he’d almost forgotten about and a rush of arousal surges through him when he thinks about what was written on it. “W-want your cum, daddy, w-want you to fill me up with your big cock and fuck me hard-OH!” Peter’s eyes open wide and he gasps when Tony plunges in with two fingers, immediately pressing against the sweet spot that makes Peter see stars. His daddy knows his body so well, that finding it is as easy as finding the fridge in the kitchen. It’s so natural, so normal, he could do it blindfolded. “Oh, yes, yes.” Tony growls, wrapping his lips around the head of Peter’s dick, making him cry out in ecstasy. “More.” “Want to stretch and squ-ah! Squeeze!” Peter’s words are accompanied by action as he clenches and unclenches around Tony’s relentless digits. “Want to milk your cock, need all your cum, daddy- I- I need it inside me, want you to stuff my ass, fill me up, daddy, please-!” Tony suddenly lets go of Peter completely, pulling back his hands and mouth and leaving Peter gasping, tears forming in the corners of his eyes from frustration. Tony takes off his shirt, pulls down his own sweats and throws them away stroking his hard shaft a few times to show it off. Peter’s eyes open wide, mouth agape, still panting and convulsing at the loss of attention. He has to swallow before he drools at the sight in front of him. No matter how old, Tony is stunning and hot and fuck- “Want this?” Tony asks rhetorically, continuing jerking his cock and angling his body to give Peter the best view of the throbbing shaft. Peter can hear the blood pumping through the prominent veins and he nods. He can’t blink. Not as long as this moment is lasting. “I don’t want it, Daddy-” he gasps. “I- I need it.” “Oh.” Tony crawls up on the bed again, until his balls hang over Peter’s face. The boy lays flat, completely slacked, at his Daddy’s mercy. Tony pushes his cock down with his hand, pressing it into Peter’s face. Peter immediately opens his mouth as a reflex, wanting to take his Daddy’s cock, press his tongue against it and suck it like an icicle. “Shit, Peter, you’re absolute filth-”

“For you, for you, Daddy, for you-” Peter chants as he laps at the dick in front of him. Tony shudders and quickly pulls back, not wanting to cum on Peter’s face. No, not today. His cum is going to be somewhere else… Peter whines softly when Tony denies him once again, but he remains still, knowing exactly what’s to come if he’s a- “Good boy…” Tony finishes the thought for Peter and the boy lets out a high pitched chuckle. Tony angles himself, pushing Peter’s legs slightly wider again before lubing himself up nicely. “No condom?” Peter asks suddenly. The question confuses Tony for a second until he realizes what his boyfriend means. He’s playing along. The head of Tony’s cock quickly finds Peter’s winking hole, causing the sub to suck in a breath. “No condom,” Tony growls. “You’re gonna get what you asked for, baby, no holding back. I’m gonna fuck you and fill you. You’ll be crying out my name as you clench down on me.” He pushes in and immediately rolls his hips without remorse or hesitation, feeling the sweet tightness of Peter’s barely prepped heat around him. The boy squeals, but Tony pays it no mind. “And when I’m done with you- when you’re full of my cum, I’m gonna plug you up, buttercup.” Tony grins at his little rhyme and picks up the pace, chasing his high and positioning himself so he grinds against Peter’s insides so deliciously, the boy moans lewdly with every thrust. “My seed’s gonna stay right there, coating you white and pooling inside you- and- and-” Tony can barely keep up with himself, his pace and his words dizzying both of them. His hands grip Peter’s, holding the boy down while circling his thumbs over the soft skin of Peter’s hands. His eyes bore through his boyfriend’s, making it so much more intimate and real. “When you wake up tomorrow morning, rutting your little cock against my thigh and twisting and twirling the plug, squishing my cum inside you in a desperate attempt to find release, I’m gonna pull it out and stuff you again and again and again.” The older man starts losing his rhythm, completely lost in his fantasies while he’s living them. “My cum will be the only lube you get, so you better make me cum hard, go on Peter, make me cum-” Peter cries out in pleasure, not knowing what to do other than take this intense attack of lust. Tony’s been aggressive in bed before, but never like this. Peter pulls up his legs, wrapping them around Tony’s waist and pressing himself down onto the man’s cock further, helping him regain his fast rhythm. “D-daddy-” “That’s it, Peter, beg for it- beg for your Daddy-” “Please, please, fill me up, I need it, I need your cum, claim me, make me yours, Daddy- Breed me.” That does it. Tony’s roar is nearly feral as his hips crash against Peter’s. His balls slap against the boy’s skin and the force of his thrusts has Peter’s dick bounce on his abdomen. Peter is startled by a new, sudden, rhythmic noise in time with their thrusts until he realizes the bed is creaking. Tony’s 100k bed, the bed he designed to withstand anything they do, is creaking. Peter’s eyes roll back as they both continue to slam into each other. Filthy, pornographic moans, the loud slapping of skin and breathless gasps fill the otherwise quiet room. “Yes, Pete, I’m so close, so close,” Tony chants, his voice nothing more than a deep, low growl. They’re both losing their rhythm now. Tony lets go of one of Peter’s hands and grasps his jaw, squeezing his throat slightly for a lack of collar. He needs to remind Peter he’s owned. “You’re mine.” “Y-yours,” Peter replies mindlessly, relishing in how Tony’s cock hits his G-spot over and over and over and- “I own you. Every part of your being is mine and mine alone-” “Yes, yes, yes!” “Stroke your cock, Pete, make yourself feel good for me.” Peter obeys without question, his sense of reality completely bent by the intense pleasure. He cries out when his fingers find his shaft and he starts pumping and pumping and pumping and oh, God- “Yes, Peter, be a good boy for your Daddy.” Tony hisses. “Come.” Peter’s release is white and hot and Tony keeps thrusting while Peter rides his high, coating himself with his cum. The young man screams for his Daddy, sobbing and gasping and smiling like a madman because, fuck, this is everything. “Are you ready for my seed?” The man groans as his sub’s body starts going limp beneath him, getting ready to take it all as he basks in the afterglow, nodding with a goofy grin on his face. Tony’s relentless thrusts are erratic at this point. “So good for me, Peter, so good- I’m gonna fill you up, breed you, make you mine forever.” “Do it, Daddy,” Peter’s voice croaks. “I’m yours, Daddy, make me yours. Give me everything and more- ” Tony cries out as he spills into Peter. Time and space have lost their meaning. It’s just them in their bedroom right now. Nothing more, nothing less. Tony’s hips slowly still, but he remains sheathed inside Peter. He lowers himself onto his boyfriend and kisses him with all the love he carries. “Thank you, Peter,” Tony sighs. “This was something else-” “It sure was, holy shit-” Peter is still panting, but the everlasting smile on his face tells Tony enough. They lay there for a while, quietly enjoying each other. Peter feels full in the best possible way and he can’t help but whine when Tony slowly pulls out. “D-daddy-” “Ssh, sweetness, I’m just grabbing the Swissy real quick,” Tony chuckles, reaching for the bedside drawers. “Wouldn’t want it to waste any of my cum now, would we?” Peter can’t help but laugh softly as he pushes his hips up, hoping gravity will stop Tony’s seed from dripping down his thighs. “Should have it ready next time, Daddy,” Peter teases. Tony turns back to Peter, Swissy in hand and cocks an eyebrow. “Bratty again already?” Peter playfully purses his lips and Tony shakes his head with a grin. “Well then,” he starts, inching closer to Peter with a dangerous sparkle in his eye. “I guess we’re just gonna have to make that plug vibrate all night don’t we?”

[kpopmalereader]

note ; kim junmyeon

• summary: junmyeon continuously takes your hoodies and flirts with you because he likes you. (and you know he likes you). one day when he steals one of your hoodies, a note you wrote falls out, confessing your own feelings for him. • pairing: kim junmyeon x male!reader • word count: 1412 • to do

You bang on Suho’s door a few times before opening the door and slipping inside when you hear a neighbor walking around inside their house. “Suho! Junmyeon!!” You drag out his name as you walk through the house, finally reaching him. “Can I have one of my hoodies back? I’m going out and I need one.”

“They’re in my room.” He states around a mouth full of food. “Don’t grab the yellow one.”

“I’ll leave whichever ones are actually yours.” You mumble.

“Where are you going tonight?” He calls after you.

You debate telling him the full truth as you search through his collection of your hoodies. “Uhm, just with some friends. One of them asked me to go and the other two are tagging along to make it less awkward.”

“Less awkward? Why would it be- Oh.” He hopes you can’t quite hear his voice and raises it slightly, powering through. “You’re going on a double date?”

“Not exactly.” You pull the hoodie over your face before you walk out, placing your hands in the pockets. “They asked if I wanted to go somewhere with them, I said I wasn’t sure, and then it was decided we would go as friends and a third and fourth wheel with them.”

“They like you?” Junmyeon asks, swirling his noodles around his fork. You nod and take your phone out of your pocket. “Do you like them?”

You shift. “No, I told them that, but they still wanted to go, and I felt bad for saying no. Again.”

“Are they hoping you’ll fall for them on your little half-date?”

A laugh forces it’s way out and you sit in front of him, stealing his bowl. “I hope not.”

Junmyeon leans forward and picks a piece of lint off your hoodie. “Just don’t go. You shouldn’t feel bad for saying no. It’s better than leading someone on.”

You take a bite of his food. “I’d feel bad canceling now. I’ll go tonight and then let them down easy.”

“How many people do you have chasing you down?” Suho asks, opening his mouth for a bite of food. “I didn’t know so many people liked you like that.”

“One person asked me out, I’m pretty sure only one person likes me like that.”

“More people do. They just haven’t told you.”

You slide the bowl back towards him. “Well, if you know them, tell them I’m waiting.” You stand and sigh, preparing yourself. “I have to go. Are you doing anything tonight? My “half-date” as you said, shouldn’t last too long. Want to watch a movie or something later?”

“Excited to spend more time with me instead of spending time with the person that’s crushing on you?”

“It’ll certainly be less awkward.” You say, tapping on the table. “I’ll be back in like three hours.”

“I’ll still be here.”

*

“What are you thinking about?” Junmyeon asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in your lap.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “My half-date. Maybe I should’ve given it an actual shot.”

Junmyeon gasps at your answer, quickly trying to play it off as a cough. “What? But you said you didn’t have feelings for them?”

You pat his back once and sigh. “I don’t. I don’t have feelings for them, but maybe it could’ve worked out. The date was… fine. It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever been on. I liked being liked. I don’t think that’s going to happen again for a long time.”

“Who knows what will happen.” Junmyeon offers, staring much harder at the TV than he was previously. “It’s better to be alone than to drag someone along.”

Both of you end the short conversation with a pair of nods and you are very clearly still caught up in your thoughts.

*

“Alright.” Suho stretches his arms up. “It’s getting late.”

You nod and glance at your phone. “Do you want me to drive you home?”

“No, but I am going to take one of your hoodies for the walk.” You point to one hanging off a chair in your kitchen. “I put one out because I knew you would say you “forgot” one.”

“This is why you’re my best friend.”

Suho grabs the hoodie and waves as he pulls it over his head. He gives a last smile before he heads out, unbeknownst to the minor heart-attack you’re having as the door closes.

He gets most of the way back to his house, only about a block away, when he begins to pat each of his pockets for his keys. He gets to the front pocket of his (your) hoodie and feels a piece of paper. He passes it off as a receipt, then as something private to you, before his curiosity gets the better of him and he looks.

What he finds is not at all anything he was expecting.

“Junmyeon,” It starts off and he stops in his tracks.

A hand-written note? Something you couldn’t say to him in person?

Did he do something? Did something happen? Is something wrong?

Suho’s mind goes alight with everything he’s said and done in the past, searching for absolutely everything you could be talking about before he attempts to calm himself and continue reading the note.

“I know you like me.”

So that’s what happened.

“But before you begin to freak out about what’s going to happen next, finish reading this.” Even in written form, you know him well. “I figured out that you liked me a while ago, nothing, in particular, made me realize it, just things you said and did on top of some things I’ve heard from different friends.”

“No, I won’t tell you who told me.”

“I don’t know when you’ll read this, today or tomorrow or if I’ll chicken out and you’ll never see it. But I want to get my thoughts and feelings out. I like you too. When I went on my half-date a few days ago, you were talking about people who liked me. You said more people like me, they just haven’t said it. And then after the date, I was thinking about how I liked being liked. I liked going on a date, I liked being out with someone but the person I was with wasn’t anywhere close to who I wanted to go with.”

“I wanted to go with you, Junmyeon.”

Junmyeon takes a step back, reacting as if you were in front of him.

“I like you. I don’t like anyone else. I don’t want to spend time with anyone else. Someone asked me on a date, and I was more excited to eat popcorn and sit on your couch. I hope you still have feelings for me, I hope you haven’t grown out of them, I hope me talking about my half-date and how no one is into me didn’t steer you away at all, because, honestly, I was just trying to bait you into confessing.”

“But I know that’s not what type of person you are. I know you’re never going to confess any type of feelings without a strong push in that direction. So I’m going to do it.”

“I like you. I like you so much, Junmyeon.” Junmyeon’s feet turn him around before he finishes the letter, mindlessly traveling back to your house. “That being said, when, if ever, you read this, would you like to go on a real date with me? A full date. No half dates, no forced feelings or regret after. Just a date.”

Suho continues walking, mind in a flurry until he almost runs into your front door. He hesitates, pulling his hand back from knocking.

Finally, after minutes of standing in front of your door, he knocks.

Run, run, run, run, run.

Just as his breathing gets heavier and his feet start pulling him away from the door, you open it.

The quick, almost not-noticeable changes in your expression cause Suho’s heart to flutter even faster. You go from fright to hope to anxiety back to hope before you end in a friendly, normal, slightly confused expression.

“Hey,”

“Hey.” He notices the note is stuffed back in his pocket and you can’t see it, mind racing with excuses. “Uhm, I thought I forgot my keys but I found them.”

“Uhm,” Your shoulders hunch forward. “Okay. Right.”

Junmyeon balls his hands into fists and pulls the note out quickly before he can change his mind again. “Also, I found this.”

[keanuvibe]

Bodyguard (John Wick x Reader) Pt. 6

A/N: Hi! I return with some good old fashion smut :) I love y’all, thank you so much for supporting this fic honestly.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: swears, smut

The burning taste of alcohol scorched your throat as it went down. The buzz of an old box TV sat on a shelf near your seat, but it was drowned out by the bar life that hummed around. You didn't bother to take part in socializing; you weren't planning on staying too long, just enough to get drunk and then leave. You couldn't be too hungover anyways, as the gala is tomorrow evening. You only slipped out because you needed time to yourself before the possibility of being murdered by your cousin tomorrow. You didn't understand why your father couldn't just give Santino what he wants, and not put your life on the line. I mean, you did agree to the situation; they gave you the option to say ‘No’.

The past week has been interesting, to say the least. Firstly, you and John slept together. It was everything you’d hoped, and it definitely wasn't expected. Certainly not back when you first met; his handsome figure sitting so proper in the living room. Often, you find yourself thinking back to when you'd first met. He was so quiet, reserved, seemingly collected. Ruggedly handsome and such a mystery as well. That was back when you saw him in nothing but suits. You've fallen so incredibly hard for this man. Someone who you probably wouldn't have glanced at twice on the street. 

Next, the events leading to the gala had begun to cause you anxiety. The possibility of being killed isn't something you want to face. However, your parents are taking heavy precautions. Your mother had you fitted for a dress, tactical in case things went awry. 

Tuesday - 3:45 PM

“Look at you! So stunning.” Your mother cooed, spinning you around so she could see the dress you’d put on. The seamstress stood to the side, arms tucked behind her back and measuring tape around her neck. 

“And the fabric is-”

“Bulletproof up to close range, knife proof, and waterproof.” The seamstress spoke, cheerfully finishing off the sentence. You looked over to her, nodding quietly before looking back at your reflection. The dress fit well, it resembled a fit and flare with a heart shaped top and slit up to the top of your thigh. The design made it easier to move and access hidden weapons, while also looking classy and sexy. It did accentuate your breasts nicely, and the slit for your thigh showed a delicious amount of skin. The curve of the article gave you a nice hourglass shape as well.

“Aspetta che John ti veda in questo.” [‘Wait for John to see you in this.”] Your mother giggled, sitting back onto a small couch. You blushed a deep rouge, scoffing at her comment. 

“What? I know you like him, darling.” She responded to your attitude with a smile, sarcastically rolling her eyes. 

“Mom- I-” You began, but stopped yourself as the seamstress undid the zipper, allowing you to slip out of the article. The woman then took the dress into another room, leaving you and your mother alone. You quickly slipped back into your clothes before turning around to face your mom.

“What, baby?” She questioned, sipping a glass full of champagne. 

“I have something to tell you.” You murmured, sitting next to the woman. You looked up to your mother and she gazed back at you, blinking her long eyelashes. For as long as you could remember, your mother always had her makeup on. In fact, she's always been put together; even at five in the morning. 

“Go on, then.” She waved her hand, encouraging you to continue. Nerves fluttered about your stomach and you shifted in your seat. 

“I-” You stuttered, casting your eyes to your lap. “I think I have a crush on him.” Your mother's hand placed itself onto your shoulder as she scoot closer. 

“I know, la mia bellezza.” Your mother chuckled. “It was easy to tell after a few months.” [‘My beauty.’] She murmured, softly moving some strands of hair that had fallen in your face. The room was quiet, save for a small radio that played classical piano music. 

“I-I don't know what to do.” You paused, “Mom, what if this life isn't for me? I appreciate you let me have the store fronts, but I don’t want them anymore.” You spoke, looking towards the woman. Your mother pushed a glass of champagne into your hand and forced you to sip it. 

“I know you don’t want to be apart of this, really. We gave you those fronts to try to keep you around. The fact Santino dragged you further in… We’re sorry.” The woman murmured, looking down to her lap.

“I’m going to stay, and help you. But afterwards… I’m moving out. I found a place further down in the city. John helped me find it, actually.” You spoke, a little excitement added to your voice. Your mother looked back up, a small grin crossing her lips. She nodded, leaning in and kissing the top of your head softly. 

“I support you. Your father might be harder to convince, however.” The woman answered, setting her glass down.

--

Right. You nearly forgot you told your mom about liking John, and confessing the want to leave. You already put a deposit down anyways. With your father’s money, you can afford to live on your own. He'd put enough away in a savings account, starting when you were just a baby.

 John helped you find the place too, searching the old fashion way; through ads in the paper.

“This one has a lot of natural light.” John held these newspaper for you to see. You grabbed the sheet from his hand and studied the small black and white photos.

“How can you even see that?” You squint, prompting John to chuckle.

“It says it in the description, little one.” He humored, a cheeky grin crossing his face. You blushed, chuckling to play off your embarrassment. 

“There’s plenty of closet space. I could keep a few things there.” He spoke, standing up and adjusting his position to hover over your shoulder. You felt butterflies soar through your stomach at the comment and nodded furiously. 

“Yes, please do.” 

--

On top of all the other stuff, your father gifted you new weaponry;  A pistol set with an ankle strap, and a new set of knives. It felt nice that he cared, but you've never actually been apart of one of your fathers missions before. Sure, you've done some dirty work and left a few bodies behind; however, this mission is different. More dangerous, on top of being risky. 

 The scrape of a bar stool next to your own echoed throughout the space, but you didn't bother to glance at the person. The bartender was quick to take their order before the figure cleared their throat.

“This is the bar we were first introduced. Our fathers had a meeting here.” Santino’s voice chilled you to the bone and you froze, stuck staring into your drink. You heard the light of a match as he lit a cigarette and took a puff, smoke blowing directly into your face. 

“You remember, no?” He then asked. You finally looked up, greeting his smug expression. 

“I do.” You answered, taking a large swing of your whiskey. “Why are you here, Santino?” You finished. 

“May we not speak like civilized humans? We are famiglia after all.” ‘[Family.]’ He answered cooly, taking a puff from his cigarette. You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the bartender for another refill.

“You think no more of us than you do an ant on the street. We are not family; We are merely, devastatingly, blood related.” You spat, facing your cousin fully. He seemed a bit taken aback by your outburst, but quickly shook it off with a laugh and a sip of his own drink. You two fell into silence as you turned back towards your drink. You swirled the dark liquor around before gulping down the liquid. 

“Where's your boy, hm? No play toy tonight?” The man asked after a few moments. You knew he was talking about John. “Do your parents know about your activities?” Anger bubbled deeply in your chest. How did he know that in the first place? You two were very strict about no affection until behind closed doors. 

“I stepped out without him.” You tried to keep the rage under control, taking another hefty sip from your drink. Santino clicked his tongue at your answer. 

“Shame, I’d love to meet the guy whose been killing all my men.” Your cousin murmured. You furrowed your brows, confusion lacing your brain. 

“We've only had a few instances with your fools, what do you mean?” You asked, looking back towards the man. He looked at you, realization crossing his features. A short laugh escaped his mouth.

“You don't know?” He grinned mischievously.

“Tell me.” You demanded, your hand balling into a fist. The obvious amusement radiated off your cousin from your situation. What the hell could he be talking about, and why has John been ‘killing all his men’?

“Your… boyfriend, has been sneaking out at night, cousin. Into my warehouses, slaying the men in his way. I know he's seeking me. John Wick could never touch me.” Santino’s last comment was snarky, cold, and spoken with a deep seeded hatred. You felt shock cross your body upon learning new information. Why hadn't he told you?  He could've been killed and you would've never known. Drunk words were to be had when you get home. 

“Well. That sounds like a problem for you.” You responded. Though you were upset at John for keeping this a secret, you were grateful he'd put such a large dent into Santino’s resources. Your cousin scoffed, finishing off his drink and setting the glass back onto the bar. He threw a twenty dollar bill next to the cup before turning to face you. You watched carefully as he placed his ring-clad hand over your shoulder, leaning closer to your face. 

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N).” He spoke lowly. His hand pat your shoulder a few times before he removed it and exit the bar. Though you didn't look at his face when he’d spoken, the sinister feelings behind it stuck with you; even after he’d already left.

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Stumbling through your bedroom door, your fingers searched the wall before finding the switch and flipping on the light. You groaned at the brightness, too drunk to be dealing with it. You felt a little dizzy from the dark liquor you'd drank, but managed to walk to your bed, sitting on the edge. With a little effort, you began tugging at the zipper on your dress in an attempt to remove the article. Going to bars used to be fun, you could carelessly get wasted and sleep with some random guy. Now you couldn't leave the house with fears of being killed. 

Stripping off the dress, you sighed, laying back onto your bed and shutting your eyes. A quiet knock on your door triggered a low groan to escape your lips as you sat up, wobbling your way over to the door and tugging it open. Your drunk eyes met the sight of John. He looked down at your figure and raised his brows as the scent of alcohol hit his nostrils.

“Sneaking off on me again?” He questioned, pushing your figure back into the bedroom and shutting the door behind himself. You stumbled back from his minimal force, and whined at him.

“Don't p-push me.” You drunkenly spoke, folding your arms in frustration. “You're the one in trouble h-here! Mr. I’ve Been Sneaking Out To Kill Santino’s Men.

“That's a long name.” John deadpanned. His eyes scanned down your body, causing you to remember you'd stripped off the clothing you had on. 

“Don't change the topic.” You walked past him to get to the bed, bumping his arm on your way. He quickly reached out, grasping your bicep and pulling you up to his chest. You tried your best to let the drunkenness fill you with courage as his dark eyes stared you down. You'd never seen John look at you like this before; angry. 

“I am protecting you.” He whispered lowly and through his teeth, “I’m doing what I have to, to keep you safe.” His eyes traveled down your nearly naked body; goosebumps covered your skin as he did so. You felt like prey to an animal, like a delicious looking gazelle to a lion; a ferocious, dark haired lion. 

“What're you staring at?” You slurred, furrowing your brows. The grip he had on your arm shifted pressures as his mouth collided with your own. The man let go, instead grabbing under your ass and picking you up. He swiftly turned around, tossing you onto the bed with force. You studied his face as he slowly approached your weakened figure, noting how dark his eyes had gotten. You'd made John so mad, he was no longer John. You'd caused John Wick to emerge. 

“Don't move.” He spoke deeply. The sound of his belt buckle echoed throughout the quiet room and John whipped the slim article from his pant loops with a Crack!. The man set the belt into your bed, grabbing your ankles afterwards and pulling your body to the edge of the bed roughly. A little whine escaped your throat as he grabbed your wrists, holding them together above your head before tying the belt around them. 

“You want to act bratty? Like you're the boss?” He questioned, raising his brow and spreading your thighs roughly, “Let me remind you who’s in charge.” John finished. He placed his thumb over your still clothed clit with a firm pressure, rubbing slowly. A moan left your lips and you squirmed your hips at the sensation. His free hand came down quickly, grasping your hip tightly and holding it down so you couldn't move.

“No moving.” He murmured, running his finger along your panty line. The feeling tickled, but you tried your best not to move in fear of his punishment. He hummed in appreciation, gently pushing your underwear to expose your core. He let out a soft groan at the sight, running his pointer finger up your slit, gathering the wetness up. You let out a pathetic whimper as he tapped your clit on the exit. 

“So gorgeous.” John praised, running his hand along the curve of your waist. You felt a blush crawl up your cheeks and turned your face to the side to hide it.

“Look at me.” He commanded, his fingers grasping your chin and moving your head. The man studied your expression. He saw the lust hazing your eyes, the alcohol too. There was another emotion hiding behind the other two; fear. It made him smirk knowing he was back in charge  and he stood straight again, beginning to loosen his tie. You watched as he took the item off and approached your figure. He leaned down, placing the tie over your eyes and quickly knotting it. 

“Can you see?” He asked. You could tell by his voice that he'd moved back to the end of the bed. You shook your head ‘No’ as a response. Johns footsteps padded faintly and you hear him shuffling around before his large hand grasped your ankle. It caused you to jump, not being able to tell when he was going to touch. 

“I won't hurt you.” He murmured, fingertips dragging up your leg. You shuddered at the sensation, your senses heightened at the loss of your sight. Johns fingers shocked you once again, hooking into the hem of your panties and pulling them down. The cool air hit your hot core and you shivered at the temperature shock. 

“I missed you.” He whispered, leaning down. His face sat close to your heat and he gently kissed the skin of your inner thigh. You felt his scratchy facial hair scrape the delicate skin near your pussy. The hotness of his breath coated your clit, and just as he was about to give you what you wanted-

“Please!” You blurted, squirming your hip. The silence was deafening, however John finally spoke up.

“I told you not to move.” You felt chills expose your skin at his comment. The man was swift to move away from your core. He grabbed you and flipped you over so you lay on your stomach instead of your back. His fingertips dragged along the length of your leg, starting at your achilles and ending at the curve of your ass. He gently grasped the flesh, squeezing it before a swift Slap! stang soft skin. You released a short cry at the sensation, whimpering afterwards as the man's hand gently massaged the skin he’d just assaulted. A second slap came down moments after, prompting you to cry out again. The overwhelming sting from the sharp slap tingled across your ass and you let out a defeated whimper. 

John’s large hands ran along your back, meeting the clasp for you bra. In a single swift movement the man had undone the article. The sensation of little kisses littered your back as he made a clear pattern down to your ass. His beard scraped the still raw skin, but the little pain it brought felt good. 

“Are you ready to behave?” He then asked. You nodded, vision still blocked by his tie. You could hear as he moved around again before he gently flipped you back over, pulling you to the edge. The quiet noise of his zipper echoed the quiet room, followed by the drop of an article of clothing. John’s calloused hands found themselves wrapping around your ankles, holding your legs up in the air. The gentle, yet excited, breaths that left his throat sounded throughout the room and you let out a quiet whine. 

“I know baby.” John answered to your plea. He reached his hand down, rubbing your exposed clit with a firm pressure. He gathered your wetness onto his fingers before giving himself a few pumps using the slick. An excited knot formed in your belly at the sensation of his rubbing, prompting you moan softly. His fingers left your clit but were replaced by the tip of his cock, caressing the bundle of nerves. Wishing you could see his face, you huffed from frustration. Your arms were still tied together above your head with the belt, and your vision still blocked by the tie. Seeing John’s pleasure only added to your own. 

In a single swift thrust, John had fully entered your heat. A cry left your throat at a loud volume, the satisfaction of finally being filled overwhelming your senses. The man started moving slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his large size. Pleasure coursed through your veins, and despite the man's rule, you began to move your hips with his. He removed his hands from around your ankles, resting your legs over his shoulders, before moving them down. He ripped your bra off, hand quick to grasp onto the flesh and fingers eagerly playing with your nipple. More waves of pleasure navigated your figure, the familiar warm feeling beginning to grow in your lower belly. 

Keeping his rhythm, John leaned forward and connected his lips with your breast, littering hickies across the soft, fleshy skin. Moans echoed the room, you being too drunk to care about keeping them under control. His thumb expertly rubbed your clit, only added to the fire within your belly. His mouth connected with your nipple, only doubling the pleasure you were feeling. John adjusted the position of his hips slightly, causing the head of his cock to rub against your g-spot. 

“Oh- Oh- I’m going to cum,” You breathed, the pit in your belly close to exploding. John took your words as a challenge thrusting harder. With a cry, your orgasm erupted throughout your body. Your finger and toe tips tingled as your muscles repeatedly flexed and relaxed. John let you ride out your orgasm, thrusting deeply before he too finished. His large body slumped onto your own, both of you breathing heavily. The man took a few moments before he lazily untied your hands and blindfold. 

“Whoa.” You spoke as soon as he took the fold off. He smirked, leaning on one elbow so he could face you.

“So, are you going to obey now?” He questioned, finger running up your body and between your breasts. You nodded swiftly, biting your lip. Although, once in a while you’ll have to misbehave. You two laid there quietly for about ten minutes before getting dressed in pajamas. Once clothed, you returned to your bed, both of you climbing in. Most of the time John stays until you are asleep. Then, not to raise suspicion, he returns to his bedroom across the hall. It was the only way you got away with ‘sleeping together’. John still didn’t know that your mom knows about some things. Thankfully, your father still doesn’t. You didn’t know when to break the news; speaking of bad news. Santino. The bar.

“John?” You questioned, turning to face him. He currently laid on his back, a book in hand. 

“Yes?” He answered, pausing his reading to look at you. He studied his handsome face, before speaking up.

“The bar I was at- Santino showed up. We- We spoke.” The words faintly floated from your lips. John sat up, his focus picking up on you. “You’ve been leaving at night, taking out certain camps with Santino’s men?” It was spoken like a statement, but lingered as a question. 

“Yes. I have.” He spoke, not breaking eye contact. Even though he was the one in trouble, his gaze made you feel like you were the scolded child. 

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” You huffed, “I could’ve helped.”

“(Y/N), stop.” He spoke, but more commanded. You held your mouth open, but no words escaped. “I did it because I can’t see you getting hurt. You’re-” He paused, “You’re clumsy.”

Your cheeks flamed a hot pink at his words, embarrassment coursing through your veins. So, maybe you were a little… clumsy when it came to combat. You allowed yourself to get hurt by only two men in the alley- who you could’ve easily taken in your glory days. You’ve allowed your guard to lower, and so has your skills. You’d just stopped caring about it all; Up until John showed up. 

“Okay. I-I appreciate it.” Your voice floated out in a whisper after a few moments of silence. He nodded, returning to his previous position and continuing on with reading. You stared at him for a few more seconds, sighing before giving up and laying down. 

“What else did he say?” John questioned. You shrugged, your thoughts rummaging through your memories of the conversation. 

“Where's your boy, hm? No play toy tonight?”

“Your… boyfriend,”

“John Wick could never touch me.”

“He’s definitely threatened of you.” You spoke. It sounds like something a man trying to cover up his cowering confidence would say. John nodded; a little smirk growing on the corner of his lips. You got to admit, it was a little sexy to see him turned on by fear. But, there was also the fact Santino knew about your relationship with John; he could tell your father. 

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The next day came and flew by, the evening presenting itself faster than you would've liked. Now, here you stood in your bedroom, mother zipping up the gown from the seamstress’s shop. You studied yourself in the mirror; your hair had been styled in a low bun out of your face and perfect for combat. Your makeup was elegant however, you donned a smokey eye with black and brown shadows, as well as a dramatic set of false eyelashes. The dress your mother finished zipping made your breasts look perfect, and it showed off your body nicely; as well as the slit up to the thigh.

“You look stunning.” Your mother smiled. You just now noticed she’d been staring at you through the mirror too. You gave her a sad smile before turning your attention away and towards putting on shoes. Tonight was the gala... Tonight, there is a good chance you’re going to die. Anxiety hadn’t left your gut all day, however knowing John was to be at your side gave you a little security.

“Where is John?” You asked, turning around and looking at your mother. She blinked at your sudden question before answering. 

“He’s just outside the door, waiting. We’ve got to leave in five minutes.” She spoke, pushing your purse into your hands. You nodded, swiftly gathering the rest of the things you'd need. You made sure your weapons were secure in their strapped on spots. The ankle strap was hidden by the long length of the dress, and the thigh strap was hidden on the inside of the slit. Taking one last deep breath, you exhaled loudly and stepped towards the door, opening it with determination. John looked at you as you exit the room, a little smile he was trying to contain covering his face. 

“I’m ready.” You spoke, a hint of faux confidence covering the words. John nodded, leading you out of the home and towards the car. Your family would be taking separate cars to the event, for safety and get away reasons. It was just easier this way. John guided you into one of the vehicles, following in afterwards himself. He gestured for the driver to go, then hit the button to raise the divider. His other hand creeped onto your exposed thigh slit, and you bit your lip at the sensation of his calloused fingers gliding across smooth skin. 

“How are you feeling?” John asked quietly. You took the moment to admire how stunning he looked as well. He had gelled back his hair, and combed his beard. He also wore one of his all black three pieces. 

“Nervous.” You spoke, your eyes returning to his face. He nodded, leaning down and capturing your lips with his own. You sighed into the kiss, some nerves beginning to calm down. He broke the kiss first, the hand that had been resting on your thigh giving it a squeeze. 

“I’ll be beside you all night. I’m not going anywhere.” John’s words felt like a warm blanket, and you leaned into his side, wrapping your arms around his one. The man's head rest on top of your own, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence. The comfort didn’t last long however, as the car began to slow down, eventually coming to a stop. Your gaze moved to the window, noticing the large building that the gala was hosted in. Herds of people were standing outside, shuffling in and out of the building. Many reporters were also outside, taking pictures of famous people in attendance. John untangled your bodies and climbed out first, opening the door for you. You took a deep breath, gathering your purse and making sure your straps were secured before sliding out yourself. John held out his arm for you to wrap your own around; which you accepted. 

“Are you ready, baby?” He spoke softly. You nodded, letting your bodyguard take the lead.

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Master List

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Outside chapter 14: Oh No Here We Go

And here it is, chapter 14! I hope you enjoyed it, I enjoyed writing it.

And for all y'all who are worried about Scout, then don't! Nobody's going to die.

Yet.

(Feel free to yell at me now in the comments. :D)

Also I’ve been thinking about reopening my Patreon! Keep an eye on this blog for news about that.

An elevator ride after a terrifying trip through a human meat locker, black clothed bodies hanging from hooks like something out of a horror movie. Which, Stacy supposed this was, technically. It certainly felt like one, and had all the trappings of one. Which made her the surely doomed to die protagonist, should she fail.

 She listened to Scout ramble, nodding where applicable. Yes, Stacy was sure they could make it out if they just tried. Yes, the "Host World" was generally a good place, though it was a bit more nuanced than just good or bad.

 "Maybe, if we survive this, and that's a colossal IF, I could fit in out there, in your world. I know I'm a Puppet, but do you think that's possible?"

 Stacy thought for a moment, then nodded. Even if Scout couldn't fit into the world at large, Stacy would make sure she could fit in with her and her friends.

 "Liar. I don't fit in at all, do I?"

 Stacy stared at the little Puppet, confusion growing. How did she know if she fit in or not? Will, Mason, and Lisa all liked her. Hell, even Sammy liked her, once he got over the talking Puppet thing.

 "You should have just played the proper Host and died when you were supposed to." Scout told her coldly. "Then you'd still have both your arms."

 But she did have both her

 Her left arm, the one Scout was attached to, fell off. Pinkish stuffing dripped from the would as the limb dropped in slow motion towards the floor. When it hit, the floor fell apart, leaving Stacy floating as Scout fell towards the void.

 A second later, a large blue mitten hand pinned her against the wall, a much larger Scout rising up after it as the lighting turned flame colored. The Puppet loomed over her as Stacy struggled against the hand. Her hood vanished, but her mouth remained stitched, leaving her frustratingly voiceless.

 "You should've been better Stacy! Then we wouldn't be in this mess!" The Puppet told the Host. "Then maybe I wouldn't be dying! I'd have everything I'd need! I'd have been accepted by my own kind!"

 Stacy struggled, but was pushed up tighter against the wall that wasn't there, chest burning from the pain. The Puppet balled her other hand up in a fist, and the Host watched as it zoomed down to meet her

Stacy woke up with a start, feeling sticky with sweat and way too alert. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, making her feel shaky. And she knew she would feel exhausted when it faded out.

Beside her, Will barely stirred, still caught in the throes of sleep. A glance at the clocked showed it was almost four AM. A glance at the windows showed they were rain-splattered, though whatever storm had been going on seemed to have long since stopped.

'Geez. It's been a while since I was up this early...' She got up and made her way to the bathroom, not even bothering to flip on a light. She remembered too late she only had one arm, but was eventually able to do her business and wash up.  She went to the kitchen left, intending to grab some water, but was stopped by a noise from the direction of the living room. A glance showed only the open window, which she quickly closed.

'Forgot I left that open.' She yawned, the jumped when there was another noise from outside. 'Damn strays.' She made her way back to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. She curled up on top of the sheets and faded back into sleep.

Scout had stayed silent when the window suddenly closed behind her, laying flat against rock she'd landed on. She'd had a sudden urge to speak up when her Host had approached the window, a lie already coming to mind "I was just looking and fell out! Let me back in!". But then her window of opportunity had closed, literally, and she was alone outside.

"Ok Scout, no going back now." She told herself as she dropped off the rock and onto the damp grass. "Oh, ew!" She pulled herself upright, then focused on the lot across the street. She'd never made such a large Jump before, but she was sure she could make it.

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Stacy woke up again at a much less insulting time, one where the sun was already up. Will was also already up, and she could smell the pancakes from the kitchen as she got up and got dressed. She went out to the kitchen and gave an loud, overblown sigh. "Wiiiiiiiiiill." She drawled out as she flopped onto the table like an over-dramatic teenager.

"Set the table or you get nothing." He told her, not even turning from the stove. He placed another one onto the stack beside him, steam wafting up from them.

"Fair." She got up from where she'd sprawled across the table and grabbed the plates from the cupboard. She set three places at the table, using a smaller one for Scout. She then went and got the syrup and put it into the microwave. "Hey, have you seen Scout? I think she might want to try the pancakes." She asked as she watched the bottle spin.

"Nope." Will told her, finally finished cooking. He put the pile in the middle of the table, on the pot holder she'd put down for it.. "Haven't seen her since last night."

"Aw." She pouted slightly, putting the syrup on another pot holder. "I was hoping she'd want some pancakes. She loved my french toast, after all."

"Satan himself would love your french toast." He agreed as they sat down and started grabbing the cakes. "She's probably still sleeping or something. I bet we'll find her later, while we're unpacking."

"I guess..." It wasn't that unusual, considering the Puppet had stayed in hiding for the past couple of days. Still, Stacy would definitely feel better if she knew where Scout was. Especially with the uncomfortable pit in her stomach growing bigger with every bite she took.

Oh, wait. That was nausea. She rushed to the sink, and vomited her just eaten breakfast, ending with a disappointed groan. "My pancakes..."

"Well shit." Will said, moving to help her as she leaned heavily against the counter. "Maybe you should take it easy today. You might've pushed it too hard. I can finish unpacking by myself."

"But I wanna help." She coughed, then rinsed her mouth. She accepted an offered paper towel, wiping her mouth as Will guided her to the couch.

"Yeah, no. You aren't helping today. Or tomorrow. You get to lay there and watch Netflix." Will told her, and she groaned, but complied, laying down on her side while he set it up.

"Fine. But if you find Scout, bring her over here, yeah?"

"Sure, babe." He said, handing her the remote and then turning to grab an unopened, unlabeled box. Stacy laid there, listening to him rummage and put stuff in places, and feeling oddly at peace despite being sick. But even then, she still worried about Scout. And, as the hours passed, and the Puppet never showed up, she only became more worried.

Eventually, while Will was in the kitchen, she got up to look for her. Under the couch, in the TV stand, and even in the bedroom under the bed, but Stacy couldn't find her. Eventually, Will caught her digging through the closet.

"Uuuuh, what are you doing?" He asked, holding onto two plates of leftovers. Stacy didn't look up, tossing yet more shoes over by the bed.

"Scout! I haven't been able to find her anywhere!" She told him, pulling and then shoving a box out of the way. "She's not under anything, or in the TV stand! So I'm checking this closet, and then the closet you keep the vacuum in."

Will stared, then went to put the food on the table. When he came back into the bedroom, Stacy had finished cleaning out the floor of their closet and was just standing up. He grabbed her arm as she tried to go past him, and practically dragged her to the table. "You sit here and try to eat something, I'll check the cleaning closet. You're just going to get hurt otherwise."

"No, I can do it myself!" She insisted, but he forced her to sit down.

"You have one hand, babe! And there's some heavy shit in there. So no, I'm going to do it." And with that he went to look in the closet, while Stacy stayed and picked at her food. Unable, and unwilling, to try and force something down, she instead went to watch Will.

She stood behind him, trying to see around him as he carefully pulled things out of the closet and set them to the side. He checked inside of anything that the Puppet could be hiding in, not wanting to miss her. But to his dismay and Stacy's mounting stress, she wasn't there.

While Stacy panicked, Will got a notebook and a pen, and then wrote down where they'd already searched.

"Okay so the couch, TV stand, bed, both closets..." He muttered as he scrawled the places down, then paused, trying to think if there was anywhere else the Puppet could've hidden. "Did you look anywhere else, Stacy?"

"No, nowhere else." She muttered as she paced back and forth in front of him. "Where else could we look? The basement's always locked, there's no other place she could hide under..." She stopped, face scrunched up in thought before suddenly shrieking. "Outside! She told me to leave a window open last night and she went outside!"

Will stared at her. "Did you take your meds this morning?"

"No, Will. I puked and couldn't eat, remember?" She told him, suddenly calm again. Will just sighed heavily.

"Go eat, take your meds, and then we'll go look for your Puppet. She doesn't have any legs, so she can't have gotten too far away."

"Fine..." She grumbled, heading into the kitchen. While she did that, Will quickly shoved everything back into the closet, intending to organize it later. Moments later he heard retching, and sighed.

"What could be causing that?" He wondered. "She seems fine otherwise."

Stacy came out a minute later, coughing and wiping her mouth. "Puked again. Can't take meds." She croaked out. Will just nodded.

"Yeah, okay Babe. Try again when we get back." He told her as he grabbed a flashlight and put on his shoes. Stacy followed as he went outside, looking around the yard and using the light to check under the house.

Stacy followed behind him, shifting through the piles of sticks and looking in the trash cans, in case she'd gotten stuck. But, no matter where they looked, Scout was nowhere to be found.

"Do you think she could've gotten out of the yard?" Stacy asked, peering down the street. Will sighed, brushing the dirt off his pants.

"Maybe, but I don't see a point to it. Where would she even go? Mason and Lisa's place? She doesn't even know the way." He scoffed, but couldn't keep the worried tone out of his voice.

"Hmmm..." Stacy paused, thinking about it. There was something she could try, though she hadn't attempted it since they got out. She wasn't even sure it would work if they weren't attached. Still... "Will I'm going to try something. Catch me if I fall over."

"What?" But his voiced already sounded far away as she focused, closing her eyes and pushing with all her mental strength.

'Scout, where are you?

Reveal yourself!'

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Stacy's eyes opened in an alleyway, the smell of moldy food and alcohol choking the air. She sat up, looking around the area. It seemed familiar to her, though she couldn't pinpoint why just yet.

She crawled to the mouth of the alley, then looked up and around the area. To the right, was a familiar neon purple and blue sign, though she could no longer recognize the words on it. Still, the sign itself was confirmation enough.

'Beerly's. I can't believe she managed to get to Beerly's on her first try.' Stacy felt a sting of pride her chest, one that was quickly squashed by the sudden ice cold fear. The emotion was foreign, and caught her off guard as it quickly turned to a white hot rage.

'Oh fuck you.' Rang through her head as her surroundings faded into blackness.

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Stacy opened her eyes, Will's worried face the first thing she saw. Slowly, she became aware of laying on her back, head in his lap as he threw his head with loud, relieved sigh.

"Oh thank God." He muttered as she struggled to get back up. "I thought you'd fucking died!"

"Scout's at Beerly's!" Was all Stacy said, which gave him pause. He watched as she ran to the house to grab the car keys.

"Wait, how do you know that? Stacy? Stacy! How do you know that?!" He followed her inside, then back out as she ran to his car and opened the driver's side door.

"Get in! Get in and I'll tell you how I found out! But we have to hurry, she knows we know and she might move somewhere else!" She bounced in place as he took the keys, then scurried around to the passenger side.

Will sighed, but got in and started the car. There was every possibility the explanation was just more Voodoo Magic Bullshit, but he'd hear her out. If nothing else, at least they were going to get Scout back.

Fifteens minutes later they were almost at the liquor store and Stacy had finished her explanation. And it was, in fact, Voodoo Magic Bullshit. Will let out a sigh when she was done talking.

"That... wasn't in the document you showed me." He told her, and she looked away, rubbing her arm.

"Yeah well, that bit's kinda, y'know, more personal than the rest." She shrugged. "I think it was supposed to be the opposite way around, but something went wrong with the spell." '"Our psychic link's going haywire!" That's what Scout said back when I first did that. Must be really true, then.'

"Well, whatever it is, at least it's helpful." He squinted through the windshield, trying to look past the traffic. "Looks like we're nearly there. Maybe you should do it again and make sure she hasn't moved."

"Fine." Stacy leaned back and closed her eyes, focused once more on Find Scout and Make Scout. It was harder this time, like she was being fought against. But she pushed through the resistance, and let herself fill the Puppet body.

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Stacy opened her eyes, to be met with the sight of smelly black trash bags. She bit back a cry of disgust and shoved her way out from behind the pile, thankful for the muted sensations.

'Grossgrossgrossgrossgross' Was the mantra playing in her mind as she dug herself out. It was disgustingly slimy, and got all over her hands. 'Ew.' She shook them off, then wiped them on a fairly clean rag laying on the ground. It didn't get her completely clean, but it did help.

She looked around, noting with relief that it was the same alley as before. She knew Will wasn't that far away, maybe five minutes at most depending on the traffic. She was sure she could hold on for that long.

'Get the fuck out of my head!' A mental shove sent her tipping over, and she just barely caught herself before her head his the ground.

'No! We are bringing you home!' She insisted, starting the crawl to the mouth of the alley. If she could just keep Scout out in the open, Will would be able to spot them easily. At the very least, it'd give her less time to hide again if she managed to push Stacy out a second time.

'Out!' She could feel her mental grip slipping, but just doubled down. She dug herself in as deep as she dared,

'No! Make me!' She crawled faster, finding it difficult to move as her limbs jerked while Scout fought for control. Still, she managed to make progress, if only a few inches at a time.

'Host, I'm not playing around! I'm going to fucking kill you!' Scout sounded desperate, but Stacy kept up her journey. She was stronger, at least for now. And she could keep control until Will came and got them.

They reached the street with more arguing, the Puppet body swaying with each attempt Scout made to push her out. But each attempt was weaker than the last, which worried began to worry Stacy.

'Will's going to be here soon. He'll take us home, and we can fix everything.' She assured as they waited. She was as close to the mouth of the alley as she dared, with a large puddle separating them from the street. She just hoped they were close enough for Will to see.

'There's no fixing this.' The Puppet said, and Stacy had a sudden flash to when she was younger, crouched behind a pretty white gravestone, sleeping pills in hand. Wondering if it would hurt, or if it really would be just like going to sleep and never waking up.

'Scout...' She started, but was distracted by an approaching vehicle, and she looked to see whether it was Will. It was not, being a nice clean red rather than a beat up green-blue. She peered around the corner, just in case he was behind that one and saw another, wrong, one coming up.

'Oh shit. Stacy, move!' Scout's voice startled her, enough that she fell over as once again an attempt at regaining control was made. It didn't succeed, and Stacy sat up again with a scowl.

'Wh' The car zoomed, past hitting the puddle and splashing water over them. For half a second nothing happened, save for the disgust of now being made of wet fabric.

Then the flashlight in Scout's head exploded. That's all it could've been, Stacy had never felt such pain in her life as they collapsed and screamed. They jerked wildly on the ground and the electricity ran through their soaked body like they'd been tazed.

"Stacy? Stacy! Oh shit!"

[emptypringlescanister]

Sculpting

Pairing: All Might (Toshinori Yagi) x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: None

Words: 1172

Summary: With Valentines day soon arriving, you work on your gift to Toshinori.

 Sculpting

           Being a hands-on artist was not something to sneeze at, you thought to yourself as yet another splatter of clay makes its way onto your face. Having to deal with messy things on the daily, trying, sometimes in vain, to get something to take the shape or form you want it to.

           Today was one of those days where your medium was not cooperating in the slightest. Clay was fairly easy to work with at times, but it was often finicky, and seemed to rely on the weather, the hour of the day, and whether you had seen a chicken that month or not. A groan of frustration leaves your lips and you smush the clay down into a ball for the fourth time.

           Valentines day was fast approaching, and you had wanted to do something special for the hero in your life. All Might, known more to you as Toshinori Yagi had been a part of your life for a little longer than three years now, though you had only been a couple for a little longer than a year. It took a while for you both to muster up the courage to do something about your feelings. Toshi was the one who took initiative and asked you out via a cute handwritten note in an All Might themed bento box on your desk. A few halting dates had happened, each interrupted with fans and invasive reporters who wanted the scoop on why the prestigious hero was going out with a small unknown such as yourself.

           Outings turned into quiet nights at home. Either surrounded with takeout or something homemade, your dates were full of card games, movies, or just talking about anything and everything. It was comfortable and didn’t feel forced in the slightest. Of course, it was quite a shock when the hulking man beside you turned into a skeletal sight right in the middle of a particularly hard laughing fit. His frantic gestures didn’t exactly calm your racing heart, especially when you saw him wiping away blood from his mouth. A reluctant explanation came from him, but he was reassured due to your calm urgings that this did nothing to your feelings for him, except maybe increase them.

           Enough dwelling on the past though. Your tongue stuck out slightly as your concentration was trained on getting the pose of the sculpture just right. Your quirk was usually helpful towards your work. Named Lutumkinesis, your quirk gave you the ability to manipulate clay or similar materials. If your focused hard enough on the image of what you wanted to create. Due to your scatterbrained nature however, it was difficult to channel into your creations.

           Today was decidedly more difficult as your mind kept constantly switching between images that you wanted to represent in one piece of art. You had the idea about a week ago, after having gone to the store for more materials. The hobby store that you frequented sold many different models of heroes in a variety of poses, styles, and colors. The All Might collection was vast, of course. Having stopped to look through them one day, you had a sudden thought. So many All Mights, and yet barely anyone knew the true man behind the symbol. Inspiration struck you. An avid purchaser of his own merch, Toshinori was the first to know about a new product. This one however, you would have to slip past his radar.

           “Steady… steady...” You murmured to yourself, channeling your quirk into the clay, making it rise and fold into the shape you wanted. Hardening it with a breath, you sat back and looked at the figure of the true Toshinori Yagi standing upon your worktable. The figure was staring off into the distance, a small smile on its face. Hands were tucked into pockets, and the whole figure overall seemed to radiate peace and relaxation. You gave yourself a moment of victory before downing another energy drink and reaching for your paints.

             Valentines day was upon everyone and you eagerly awaited that knock on your door. The finished figurine sat wrapped in a box on your coffee table, along with two cups of tea. You heart jumped when the knock rang out from your door and you nearly tripped in your haste to answer it. “Hi Toshi!” you greeted the smiling man before you. “Hello dear,” Toshi pulls you into a hug, and you melt into him, breathing in the scent of just him. Pulling away somewhat reluctantly, you usher him inside and towards the couch. “Dear, what’s this on the table?” He asks, noticing the wrapped box. “It’s your Valentines day gift Toshi,” You chirp, handing him his tea. The silence stretches between you two.

           “… Oh, thank you my love! You truly didn’t have to get me anything.” He sputters out, sweating.

           You observe this silently, eyebrow raised at his sudden antsy movements. It hits you suddenly and you giggle, causing him to look at you with alarm. “You forgot that it was Valentines day, didn’t you?” you ask, clutching your sides with mirth. The anxiety seems to leave him in a rush, and he slumps back. Looking at you with smile-crinkled eyes, he chuckles along with you. “I’m so sorry. Young Midoriya has been taking most of my attention lately, so the days have slipped by my attention.”

           Sitting beside him, you take a sip of your tea. “It’s alright Toshi, I understand. But I do want you to see your gift.” He nods and brings the box to his lap. His long fingers gingerly peel away the wrapping paper and open the package. Silence stretches between you again as he lifts out the forearm sized figure of himself. You glance at his face to see it blank, and you start to worry silently. What if you made the wrong assumption about what he would like?

           A small gasp leaves your lips as you see a tear slide down his cheek. “Toshi...” you whisper, laying a hand on his leg. “I’m sorry if its not something you like... You don’t have to keep it if you don’t- “

“No,” he cuts you off. He turns to you, tears sliding down in earnest now. “I love it. You never cease to amaze me, my love. In all my years, “-You let out a small scoff at that- “No one has ever thought to truly capture me in this way.” You smile, a few tears of your own escaping. He fully pulls out the figurine now, showing delicate painting with minute details that truly capture the softness and sharp edges of the man you love.

           He gently places it on the coffee table before pulling you onto his lap for a searing kiss that takes your breath away. Pulling back, breathless, he gazes into your eyes with pure adoration. You blush, “If that’s the reaction I’ll always get, I guess I’ll have to make more.” He chuckles deeply, pulling you close to him and in for another kiss.

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And there we go! I know Valentines day isnt for a few more days but I had the idea and wanted to get it out. I hope you enjoyed!

I’m still open for requests! Go visit my requests posts to see what i’ll write for and send me a message! Love you all!

[italianfish]

Here’s some things that I’ve overheard recently

- Michael Jackson part 1, before he came around

- That’s a sexy gauge

- We have cones in our eyes??? *Turns to friend* Show me your eyes.

- What’s ROYGBIV? Is that a person?

- I put the jewish inside of him

- The air in my house is polluted with sleeping pills

- One day someone will react to my gay jokes

- One day someone brought a tub of ice cream out of their backpack in the middle of class

- Hey Francis (Talking to a blow up alien)

- Why do you like assholes

- Aladdin doesn’t have nipples

- Support your own god damn neck!

- I saw my friend in the bathroom and he gave me orange juice

- FORM THE EQUATOR!!!

- Yes, indeed my good sir

- Sharing your wealth is the way to become poor

- I’m sorry I don’t have calcium in my body

- Why the pancreas?!

- I watched this show and these characters exploded and it was my favorite show

- Someone is going to lose a pancreas

- A: Don’t lose your pancreas B: I’ll try to hold onto it

- She knew how to multiply! And I was like “You’re only three!”

- Come on Moser, hitting the nut won’t do anything

- I work with a prostitute

- I love crunchy pancakes

- You are a big neon doof

- Look I can spit, I’m cool now

- ‘Ay! Trout!

- In her free time she did her taxes

- Hey! You like Raisin Bran?

- If you get a rooster you’ll be hungry, unless you eat him

- It smells like Hawaii

- If A claims he’s a god and Jesus says he’s the son of god... Does that mean Jesus is A’s son?

- We managed to convince our sub that this was a film and lit class so we watched infinity war all period

- A- So let’s keep the duck B- It’s a vulture...

- Did you just call me fuzzy?

- I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on

- He looks like a punk rock jazz drummer

- A- British! British! B- I HAVE A NAME!

- Stop putting your dog in the oven!

- Did you expect it to be that good of a cactus?

- I relate to Squidward so much

- He was like the dad that left to get cigarettes and never came back

- We’re literally following Marty Mcfly

- My elbows are funky fresh

- A- You shank em’ B- No! That is the exact opposite of a solution!

- Unicorns caused global warming

- A- No balls in class! B- But we’re in health

- The crazy chellos are back

- See! I do have friends!

- It’s a train, a train of love

- A- Why do they keep getting rid of the babies? B- I don’t know, abortion

- You have to earn the bucket hat

- My friend brought in 7 bucket hats

- Hide the forks!

- The turtles tried to cross the road once

- I’m scared of turtles

- So does everyone just carry a sword around in their back pocket?

- When you’re fishing, anyone in a bucket hat has authority

- She has cheese on her hook!

- Are your knee pits moist?

- Why are you molesting me with water

- I was born vaccinated

- I was born to be a little spoon

- Why do I look like a hispanic man

- Can I tickle your knee pits?

- You’re going to get eaten by the ocean

- A- You’re a hot mess B- Hey! At least I’m hot!

- They’ve developed a handshake! Isn’t this a problem?!

- We’re in the OG thirteen colonies

- A- I’m not used to seeing those big grassy structures B- You mean trees?!

- My name is bagged milk

- You only drink bagged milk once, in Canada

- It’s not expensive, you’re just poor

- I forgot I’m a lady

- That’s you after I poop

- I want to be Brazilian

- I figured out what the voice was! They’re playing Bingo

- A- Do “coo coo” B- CAW

- It’s probably in a nice aisle, aisle 9

- So inside the bag there are 3 more bags full of milk

- Mom we got the bagged milk

- He told me I looked like Nicholas Cage

- Her bio says inhale the kale

- I feel like an easy bake oven

- The bags just like, left

- But what about the unicorns

- Look at that potato! That looks free!

- Everyone! Find a piece of metal and lick it

- I’m the toilet man

- Go fetch me grapes

- All girls want to molest this

- He ate a whole pancake out of an Applebee’s dumpster

- Why did he eat turf

- I’m on a mission to find dairy products

- I was going to go to school and pretend to be a witch

- Remember when you put the lotion in my mouth and I drank it?

- We’re playing quarter baseball

- Pretend you’re sleeping

- The ultimate frisbee association

- My mom picked me up from school so I could go to ultimate frisbee practice

- They got a $2000 grant for a barely existing ultimate frisbee team

- She’s ultra mom

- The dodgeball guy called my friend a walrus

- We did a dramatic reading of an adult novel

- He was buying materials to make a whip

- Grate her down like a piece of cheese

- We sat in a circle and named our most Jewish quality

- 4 is the cosmic number

- I hate being a fertile woman

- Excuse me I’m Jewish

- Surprise disco duet

- I shook like 7 tents

- She’s the strings teacher, we keep her in the basement

- Whenever we finished a test and we said “I’m done” he would say “I’m done! You’re finished!” his last name was Done

- I thought the fire hydrant was a turkey

- I asked him if his password was like an anniversary or something and he said “It’s the date of my grandparents death”

- He gives us weekly quantum physics lectures

- Bruh! That looks like a lunchbox!

- No offense but this guy would make out with a floorboard

- You seem like the kind of person to kiss a floorboard

- You sound exactly like my pediatrician

- Lots of poop, no sock

- She’s not doing her work, she’s looking at Peppa pig

- Yo neighbor, I need some sugar

- White moms are really easy to scare

- Even though it’s part of Asia, ITS NOT

- Why was there a hanging waffle?!

- I got complimented on my croissant

- You can sell your liver

- Bernie Sanders reminds me of a muppet

- WHY IS THERE A HELICOPTER IN THE KITCHEN!!!!

- What are you going to do? Hunt squirrels?

- *A bunch of AP students shouting “Linguini”*

- I got bitten by an iguana in Aruba

- We got an actor to join the hammock group chat

- Say goodbye to your ovaries

- I’m half a butt cheek away from death

- Are you one of those people who puts ice cream and pop tarts in a blender

- Yo! You got any shoes I can eat???

- That’s how you segregate your trail mix???

- He has a six pack of ribs

- I’m so done with books about African children

- Do homies kiss

- I’m here for the num nums

- Don’t touch my pizza you savage!!!

- HURRY UP AND MEDITATE

- What are you for Halloween? Jewish?

- Do ducks have tails

- He was the one that broke the constitution

- Oh god now there’s Hitler on my paper

- God given right of ruling... Manifest destiny in China

- Do you shampoo your eyebrows

- This isn’t Bayblade!

- Bob Ross wasn’t an artist, he was an art therapist

- If anyone on the team is a jellyfish, it’s definitely Brandon

- It’s your fault that I’m not going to college!

- I’m having spinach for dinner! I’m so excited!

- I locked him in his toolbox

- Let’s rent a midget for a day and we can throw him against a wall

- I know how to utilize money, but do I know how to utilize it well, that’s another question

- Man, that place needs a Chick-fil-a, and I’m going to make it

- We should have the purge in school one day

- If you’re weird enough, people won’t want to rape you

- Flex seal it with tape

- Oh yeah, I got vinegar all over my sweatshirt

- Don’t say “Have a good day”, because I’m not having a good day

- Well maybe someday you’ll have cancer

- What’s up guys, I’m from Richie’s pizza, and today I’ll be showing you my body count

- An obo sounds like a clarinet with Down syndrome

- I DONT HAVE ANY MARINARA SAUSCE ON ME RIGHT NOW

- WE WILL SMUGGLE OUR KIDS TO AMERICA

- I’m the jolly black giant

- You pissed off a priest

- If we get a lot of money, I can take her boyfriend to prom

- Ted Bundy would share a lot of ideas with you

- They’re doing a milk experiment... But with marinara

- A- That’s not a color! B- But it’s on a crayon!

- Hey what’s up cheese goblin

- I’m letting my toes breathe

- I’m just saying, tinfoil doesn’t taste that bad

- YOURE EATING IT YOU UNGRATEFUL SWINE

- When I was away were you in my house? Because it’s happened before

- How do you say I have scoliosis in Italian?

- I’m gonna give give birth to a duck, right here, right now

- Are you comparing a 3D printed violin to genocide

- I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST BLACK PEOPLE

- Brother from another mother, TELL ME ABOUT THAT

- I’m a vulture, just vulturing

- I’m going on a field trip to the sewage treatment plant on my birthday

- You’re making my vagina angry

- Competitive Just Dance team

- Oh no there’s spaghetti falling out of my pockets!

- (Yoda impression) Take anger out on minorities I must

- I can turn off the lights and you’d still be white