#look at it it's pink and purple and soft and gooey it makes me sick XD

[omaano]

If you're still taking requests on the polyam drawing thing, D2 with Padme/Rex/Anakin?? (with Rex in the middle getting smoochies 😚🙏💖)

If you're not, then just thank you for sharing I'm enjoying seeing the cute poly/platonic art! 😊

Changed to E3 for a pose, and I’d turned it super self indulgent (pretty purple background for me yay!☺️) I hope you will like it too! Thanks for asking!💕

I really like this look for Padme (mostly because of her beautiful hair), and I also wanted to deck Rex out in something pretty too. It’s a nice pink tinted dream :3

Polyam/platonic poses for these sketches

[citrinesparkles]

patience, love.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 1317 words. notes: okay. maybe this got a little out of hand. maybe a simple idea grew legs and ran right out of my grasp. maybe i got carried away. i can admit that that may have happened here. (4 times he didn't say i love you. 1 time he did.) warnings: food, patching up wounds, bad self doubt. angst in the beginning.

♡ "i love you," you were warm and content from dinner, and the words slipped from your mouth and over his counter before you could stop them.

not because there was any doubt in your mind- there wasn't, at this point, you knew you loved him like you knew the sky was blue- but because you were afraid of how much doubt was in his.

but maybe that was why you said it.

the doubt in his eyes now, wide and almost fearful as he stared at you, felt like a punch in the gut.

"is that okay?" you asked over the sound of the forgotten faucet and steady drip drip drip off of the scrub brush frozen in his hand.

"you shouldn't." he croaked it out, voice scratchy and weak, viciously tearing his gaze down from your eyes.

you opened your mouth, protests on the tip of your tongue, but he only shook his head.

"please. just... not tonight."

♡ you found him on your balcony, leaning against the railing and staring at the horizon.

the sunset painted the sky pink and purple and red, vivid colors washing over him and catching in his hair and highlighting the scars visible around his t-shirt.

"whatcha need?" he asked gently, acknowledging your presence without looking back.

"you." it was the truth, even if you said it with a playful grin. he healed something in your chest, soothed every break and wound on your heart, quieted the noise in your mind.

a small huff of laughter escaped him, floating into the evening air, as pink and warm and beautiful as the sky. "you have me."

"good." you dropped your head against the doorframe, letting your features relax into a gooey, affectionate smile as you watched his hair shift in the breeze. "love you."

he tensed for a few moments, and you took a deep, silent breath to push your own nerves back down.

it was hard.

a not-so-small part of you hissed that you would scare him off, chase him away by admitting the depth of your feelings again. that despite him being by your side through thick and thin, your love of all things might be the final straw.

he did push back from the railing, sending your heart plummeting into your stomach.

but instead of brushing past you and walking out the door, his hands found your shoulder and your hip and delicately, slowly, cautiously pulled you to his chest.

when you almost immediately melted against him and tucked your chin into his shoulder, his arms slid around your back and held you as close as possible. held you as though you were the most important thing in the world.

he couldn't say it yet, but maybe this was his way of saying it anyway.

♡ "i'm heading out, jase." you leaned over the back of the couch to kiss his cheek. "be good, okay? love you."

he hummed, eyes trained carefully on the tv. "just be safe. and don't forget you're out of pickles."

♡ it had been a very, very long day.

you were very, very tired.

and, as shuffling into a freshly cleaned apartment that smelled like your favorite meal reminded you, very, very attached to jason todd.

you stood silently for a moment, taking note of what all had been swept or dusted or vacuumed, how the blanket you'd left haphazardly on the couch was now folded neatly, and the old lopsided chair you kept meaning to fix was now sitting at attention.

just- seriously, this man was going to be the death of you.

you set your stuff in the corner by the door, neatly kicked your shoes off against the wall, and followed your nose into the kitchen.

his back was to you. he was swaying gently to the jazz playing in the background, hands busy in front of him, and he looked relaxed and happy and the domesticity- the simplicity- of it all was enough to make tears prick at your eyes.

(maybe the ache in your head and feet and- well, okay, all of you- had something to do with that, but he was much nicer to think about.)

"the chair, huh?" you greatly enjoyed the way his motion stuttered for the briefest of moments at the sound of your voice. "you get sick of looking at it?"

he turned to face you, his brow furrowed and cheeks dusted with pink. "i- maybe. maybe a little."

"dinner, too, huh? what'd you do, break something?"

"what? no, i didn't- i'm just-" he stopped, eyes narrowing at you. "you're messing with me."

"maybe. maybe a little."

he groaned, turning back to the counter and grumbling playfully. "i try to be nice and this is the thanks i get."

you chuckled, moving forward to slip your arms around his torso and lean into his back. "sorry, sorry."

"no no, by all means, keep making fun of me. i know it's your favorite hobby."

"i'd make fun of you less if you weren't so cute when you get all pouty about it, y'know."

"i do not get all-" another groan escaped him, and he dropped his head forward into his hands. "would you please just go get into some pajamas so we can eat? stop trying to give me a migraine?"

your laughter was muffled slightly by his t-shirt. "fine." you reluctantly pulled away from the most comfortable moment of your entire day and headed towards the doorway, pausing for a moment just inside of it. "hey, jay?"

he dragged his hands down his face dramatically, looking over his fingers at you. "hm?"

"i love you too."

the soft smile he gave you was worth every single minute of frustration and exhaustion that had led up to it. "yeah, yeah, get out of my kitchen already."

"it's my apartment-"

"gooooo."

♡ your bathroom was bright, cold, and smelled like hydrogen peroxide and blood.

his blood, mostly, but you really didn't think he'd take well to being asked for details just yet.

plus, you weren't totally sure you wanted to know.

regardless of where it came from, the truth was the red liquid had soaked through his shirt and coated his gloves and you were pretty sure some had gotten on your cheek, somehow, before you'd managed to get him cleaned up and bandaged.

now, he rested on the edge of the wet tub and let you gently work a towel through his freshly washed hair that smelled like your shampoo.

you could feel his eyes on you as you stepped back to grab a comb.

"hey, baby?"

stepping back into his space, you hummed in acknowledgement.

"i..." he cleared his throat, inhaling sharply. "i love you."

you froze, eyes snapping down to find his trained carefully on the ground in between the two of you.

you could see the tension in his jaw and shoulders, the way his hands were gripping the wall of the tub. the way he was avoiding your gaze like it would burn him.

"i love you too." you knelt down in front of him, fingers tracing his cheek and jaw and falling to where his neck met his shoulder, gently hovering over his pulse. "you know you don't have to say it, right?"

he nodded sharply, slowly softening under your touch. finally meeting your eyes. "i want to. you deserve to hear it. you deserve a lot more than that."

"you deserve to be comfortable, jason."

a small heh escaped him. "i don't know if i deserve it, but if there's one thing you do, it's make me comfortable."

"good. that's more important to me than hearing you say a few words, okay?"

"okay." he leaned forwards, dropping his forehead against yours and wrapping his fingers around your wrist, cradling it against his collarbone. "as long as you... as long as you know."

"i know, handsome, i promise."

[tuanyiems]

Cookies and Cream

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 4k plot: annoyed by some (really just one) of your gratuitous “self-care” rituals, he decides to teach you a little lesson about indulgence, established relationship!au warnings – dom!gyeom, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing, overstimulation, praise kink, squirting a/n – sorry for the delay, coincidentally I also had to work overtime for work this week lol now if only I had Gyeom too…but in other news, got7 is coming back in 3.5 more hours!!!!!!!!! I’m so excited y’all!!! // part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

It’s 9PM on a Friday when you decide to turn off your work computer and call it quits. When you blink, the blue shadow of your screen still flickers behind your eyes and for the past two hours your right lid has been twitching every few minutes. When you stand up from your office chair, the world spins and you are briefly nauseated. You swallow down the feeling with a huff, throwing on your jacket and purse.

It’s quiet on your floor, everyone else having left already. It’s been like this the entire week ever since your project manager proposed a new venture and put you in charge of actually making it happen. Yugyeom tells you to just quit, but you figure it’s partially your fault too. You don’t know how to say no. 

So instead, you stop by the convenience store next door and buy yourself a couple of bath bombs. As an afterthought you throw in a box of Ferrero Rocher at checkout.

It’s another thirty minutes when you finally get home. Your whole body aches from being crouched at your desk. As you kick off your flats, Yugyeom greets you with a much too eager smile.

“Babe!” he exclaims, his black hair practically bouncing with every step towards you. “The boys are having game night tonight!”

You let out a yawn as you put your things down. “Sounds great, Gyeom, you go have fun.”

He let out a pout, “You don’t want to come with me?”

You answer with a tired smile and only grow even more weary when you see his infamous puppy dog eyes. “Gyeom,” you plead softly.

“I’ve barely seen you all week. Don’t you miss me?”

“Of course I missed you baby!” You pull him into your arms, nestling your face in his chest. You take a deep breath, his distinct warm bergamot tones filling your senses. You truly have missed him. Two years in and coming home to him every night still isn’t enough. Boy, are you in deep, huh?

“Then come with. Someone needs to put Bambam in his place. He bought a PC and suddenly thinks he’s a gamer,” you feel the rumble of his chest as he squeezes you closer.

And you feel your own resolve breaking the longer you stay in his arms, but when you blink, your eyes still sting from the strain of overuse and fatigue.

“But…I bought bath bombs.”

Yugyeom pulls away slightly and you offer up a weak smile. He knows you’ve been working hard this week. He assumed you would enjoy letting go and playing games for the rest of the night, so your rejection blindsides him. He was really looking forward to spending time with you and the guys. From above, he can see the bags under your eyes more clearly and you do look tired.

“Are you sure?” he offers up one final plea and you answer with a firm nod.

“Go and have fun for the both of us,” you assure, pulling away and heading towards your shared bedroom.

“Are you sure?” Yugyeom repeats, following after you like a shadow. “Want me to stay in with you?”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you pull out a pair of mismatched pajamas from your drawers. “Please, I don’t think I can handle all your energy right now.”

“Hey!”

“You are the love of my life,” You press a kiss to his frown and watch how easily the corner of his lips lift. “I love you, I love you, I love you, but please Gyeom, go out and have fun and I’ll enjoy myself at home and when you come back, I will welcome you into my arms and we can have the whole weekend together, just us. Okay?”

Seeing your exasperation, Yugyeom puckers his lips before breaking out into a boyish grin. “Oh alright! Go have fun with your bubble bath, I guess.”

“I will,” you press one last kiss to his lips before shooing him away.

It’s not long before you finally have the apartment to yourself. Humming, you slowly disrobe as you make your way to the minibar, breaking out a glass of wine. And just as you are about to sashay over to the bathroom, you pause and decide to take the whole bottle with you.

Impeccably timed, the water you left running is filled to the perfect level as you enter. Taking in a deep breath, you smile as you sip at your wine. The bath bomb you bought fizzes in the water, dispersing in the hot liquid in pastel purple and pinks, and fills the small room with the aroma of vanilla and lavender. For a convenience store bath bomb, it does its job perfectly, which is great because you honestly needed this one win for the week.

When you finally sink into the water, it feels like heaven on your aching muscles. For the first time in what feels like this entire week, you feel your shoulders untensing from the heat of the water.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. 

And you almost fall asleep right there before you remember the chocolates sitting at the edge of the tub. Picking up one of the golden orbs, you bite at the curve of your lips and admire the crinkled foil before your eyes shift furtively to the bathroom door like a thief. Despite being alone in the apartment, you can’t help feeling like a child up to no good.

Yugyeom has a, well, disliking towards convenience store chocolates. He believes they dishonor the art of chocolate making with their “sick capitalist greed” (even though he happens to own a chocolate store). As a result, you very rarely ever ate chocolates that were not made by Yugyeom, himself, which was great because who doesn’t love free, expensive chocolates? But sometimes, you missed the taste of other chocolates.

Especially, Ferrero Rocher. Back in high school, these were your “expensive” desserts. Almost every month, they were your go-to treat whenever you were nursing your period pains and hormonal mood swings. When you entered adulthood and your self-care treatments became more expensive, so did your taste in chocolates.

But now, here you are, savoring the chocolatey, nutty flavor of convenience store goodness on your tongue while your lover is away like a wife with a dirty secret. Your life has come full circle.

You giggle, hand already tearing the wrapper off another piece before the taste of the first is even fully gone. Man, did you miss this flavor. If you could have it your way, you’d put Nutella in everything! The hazelnut spread was like crack! You make a mental note to buy yourself a jar on your next grocery run. 

With the delicious taste of hazelnut glazed over your tongue, you sink back into the tub and watch mindlessly as the pastel water swirls around you. 

Suddenly, the door creaks open and a hand pops through with your pink bra hanging by the strap on a finger. Yugyeom pushes open the door, revealing his amused face.

“So eager to kick me out that you left a whole trail of your clothes on the floor?” 

You smile up at him before sinking your lips into the water.

“And here I was thinking you’d be so lonely by yourself,” he pouts, setting your bra on the sink counter and approaching you.

You sit up straighter, lifting your head fully out of the water, as he gets closer. “I left a trail so you could find me.”

“Too late for your lame excuses,” he chuckles, sitting at the edge of the tub. His eyes follow your movements as you hug your legs closer to your chest. Most of your makeup has washed off, though the ghost of your eyeliner still tints the ends of your eyes, and though your lipstick has rubbed off, the inside of your lip is awkwardly wine stained. The ends of your hair are wet by the water and the strands stick to your skin in clumps.

And you are so beautiful. Not because you look particularly different in this moment, but because you look so real. It makes him think back to when the two of you first started dating. You had been so nervous, waking up early to put on makeup before he could see you and wearing lingerie every time he slept over. Back then, you’d even refrained from your regular self-care routines because you had been so worried he would think you were too high maintenance. 

But now, he is blessed to have you here, completely bare to him, literally and figuratively. All curled up in the tub, smiling up at him without an ounce of fear—it makes his insides all gooey. You do that to him.

The guys had given him a hard time about leaving game night early, but now that he’s here, he’s sure he made the right choice. 

“Babe,” your soft whisper breaks him out of his reverie. Your eyes brighten when he meets your gaze. “Wanna join me?”

Yugyeom closes his eyes, tilting his head up, and lets out a loud exhale. “You are perfect.”

You giggle, nose scrunching, until you hear the sound of crunching plastic. You watch, in slow motion, as Yugyeom’s gaze drops to the floor and the both of you freeze.

You blink up, swallowing. The residue of chocolate suddenly tastes sour in your mouth.

“Is that…” The words get caught in Yugyeom’s throat. But his silence feels worse when he’s staring at you with wide, accusatory eyes.

“Gyeom, I-I can explain!” the words come jumbling out of you in a rush, your mouth suddenly dry.

“You…You…In our house, babe?” 

“All the stores were closed by the time I left work. I just-I just wanted a quick snack!”

You feel like drowning in your own guilt when Yugyeom looks at you so sadly.

“You could’ve asked me to bring you home chocolates. Unless,” he pauses and a frown forms on his face, “you didn’t want to?”

You hurry to stand in the tub, water splashing from the sudden movement, but you don’t care. You twine your wet, raisined fingers between his.

“Baby, I love your chocolates! They’re my favorite, you know that,” you squeeze his fingers, ignoring the cold air around your bare skin. 

“Do I?” he sulks, looking back at the half-eaten tray of Ferrero Rocher.

You sway to the side, angling your body so your eyes meet his again. “I went into the convenience store to buy bath bombs and grabbed these chocolates at checkout as an afterthought. If I knew I was going to crave chocolates when I saw it, I really would have called you. But it was already late at night and I didn’t want to bother you.”

Yugyeom sighs. “You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re allowed to eat and love whatever you want…but just so you know, you’re never bothering me. I will make you chocolates even if it’s the middle of the night and you’re on the other side of the world.”

“Gyeom,” you pout, endeared by his words even as he’s saying it with a frown on his face. You press your palm to his cheek, guiding his lips to yours. “I love your chocolates, and I love you.”

Finally, Yugyeom smiles and you meet his with your own. It’s not long before he’s edging his tongue through the seam of your lips, tangling in your mouth. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to taste him on your lips like this. The quick morning kiss goodbye could only keep you going for so long.

You’ve missed this so much. You’ve missed him. How long has it been since the two of you had sex? A week? No, ten days? For the both of you, that was like an eternity.

You can feel your hunger stirring against the pliant muscle of Yugyeom’s tongue. You forget to breathe as he sucks at the bottom of your lip until it is red and swollen. It’s not until your lungs feel like they are burning that the both of you break away with heaving breaths.

Yugyeom makes a face of disgust despite the shine of your saliva on his lips. “You taste like that stupid generic crap.”

He kicks at the tray of chocolates on the floor and you giggle.

“I don’t know, Gyeom, it seemed like you were enjoying the taste,” you tease, tongue poking slyly out the corner of your lips.

It’s then that he realizes your bare state and a smirk replaces his frown.

“You wanna have a self-care night, right? Let me teach you something about self-care.” Without another word, Yugyeom taps twice at your thigh and like a trained puppy, you jump for him. Clinging to his neck, you wrap your wet legs around his waist and let him carry you into your bedroom.

You let out a squeak of surprise when he tosses you roughly onto the mattress.

“If you want to indulge, I’ll give you something to indulge in,” Yugyeom grabs at the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head before flinging it across the room. You watch with hungry eyes as his hands move down to his jeans, veins protruding up his arms as he undoes his button. You can’t help the disappointment that fills you when he stops there.

His brows arch at your expression. “Only good girls get rewarded, baby.”

“I’ll be good for you,” you plead, crawling to the edge of the bed to meet him. He cups your face in his large hands sweetly.

“You promise?” You nod eagerly, making him scoff at your desperation. “Good girls don’t break their promises, so keep that in mind.”

“I promise,” you breathe out as Yugyeom trails his fingers down your cheek before grabbing you sharply by the chin.

“I don’t know, kitten, it seemed like earlier you didn’t even want me in the house. Feels like you didn’t miss me at all.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his gaze, brows arching with concern. He points his nose in the air haughtily, but if experience has taught you anything, there was definitely a hint of hurt in his words.

You touch your fingers to his wrist softly. “I missed you so much,” you utter softly. And contrary to the gentleness of your voice, your gaze is strong and sure. It’s only when Yugyeom’s lips twitch into the slightest of smiles that you relax into his touch again.

He pinches your chin between his thumb, forcing your head to tilt back further. His eyes returning to their dark, demanding gaze. “What exactly did you miss so much, kitten?”

“Everything—your touch, your taste, the way you make me feel wanted and loved and safe and warm,” your eyes glaze over, conflicted between giving into your lust or your love, and feeling it all jumbling inside your gut. Both your chest and your core aches for him and it’s so apparent in the way your body seems to melt into the grip of his hand. “I miss feeling you inside me. No one else can make me feel that good.”

“Oh, I’ll make you feel good tonight, kitten,” he smirks, releasing your chin. “Spread out for me baby.”

As soon as he utters the command, you are rushing to the pillows. With your head sinking into the silk pillowcase, you open your legs wide for Yugyeom to admire. And he admires, taking his sweet time to follow you onto the bed, eyes glued to the heavenly sight of your cunt just absolutely glistening with lust for him.

His mouth waters just looking at you spread out for him. “Pretty pussy, so wet for me already.”

He trails his hands slowly up your inner thighs and you are practically vibrating, careening for more of his touch. Yugyeom smirks as he stares at your pussy. Even in his peripheral vision, he can already tell you’re on edge. Brushing two fingers up your wet pussy lips, he spreads your folds apart with the V of his fingers.

Your shaky inhale is audible, much to Yugyeom’s satisfaction.

“So impatient, kitten,” he chuckles darkly, enjoying the way your cunt clenches around nothing. He lifts his fingers off of you and raises it to his mouth. He watches you closely before releasing a low moan at your taste on his tongue. When you bite your bottom lip and watch him quietly, Yugyeom releases his fingers with a pop and lifts his brow. “You’re really trying to keep your promise, aren’t you?”

You nod fervently, making him laugh.

“Then as I promised, good girls get rewarded,” he smiles, a shine in his eyes that promises mischief.

With that, Yugyeom presses his two fingers back between your legs and you release a loud sigh at the feeling of his fingers stretching your walls. The ache is delicious and you find yourself whining a little too loudly at just his two fingers alone. You’ve been so wound up this entire week, the sudden stretch of his two fingers is almost overwhelming. Already, your walls are quivering around his digits.

You feel your cheeks heat, eyes diverting from Yugyeom’s gaze to the ceiling. When you hear his dark chuckles, you know he’s noticed too. You’re already so close, it’s embarrassing. When Yugyeom curls his fingers into your soft, velvety flesh, a moan releases from your throat as you feel a fluttering straight in your core.

It feels too good too fast and soon you are whining, palms flying to cover your face as the knot in your core tightens.

“Gyeom, wait, I-”

“Aw, is kitten going to cum already?” Yugyeom coos sadistically, fingers curling faster against your walls. “What’s the rush baby? I haven’t even tasted you properly.”

“Please,” you whine, tensing at your abdomen in a sorry attempt to fight off your orgasm. 

“Missed me that much, baby?” he laughs, feeling your walls squeeze against his digits.

“Yes!” you admit, feeling the telltale signs of your cunt contracting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm hits you, making your body quiver with pleasure. Heat spreads across your limbs as you ride out your high. 

Yugyeom’s fingers continue to stroke against your pulsing walls as he watches you cum on his fingers. His smirk grows when you open your eyes again, looking at him with surprise. Your hands come to his wrist.

“B-babe,” you stutter, body shaking from his continued ministrations. “It’s too much.”

“Shh,” he strokes his fingers softly against the swell of your walls while his other hand gently lifts your hand from his wrist. “You can do this, kitten. Be a good girl for me.”

You swallow, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as a thrill runs down your spine. Finally, you give a small nod, and he smiles at you with crescent eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers encouragingly. “You’re so beautiful when you cum, baby. Show me how you cum, okay?”

You nod, squeezing his hand as he presses a third finger into your sopping hole. As soon as you’re stretched by his third finger, you can already feel your core tightening. Your heart races in your chest as Yugyeom curls his fingers into you faster, chasing the delicious high that is just tipping you at the very edge.

You let out a whimper, eyes squeezing as your walls tighten around him for the second time. His fingers dig into the perfect spot inside of you over and over until you are exploding with pleasure. All thoughts leave you as your mind fills with hot white pleasure.

As you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm, the fog slowly lifts from your mind and you are relieved to find Yugyeom’s fingers have stopped moving inside you.

“You did so great, baby,” he praises you and you feel yourself glowing from his words.

And then you feel his fingers move again.

“Gyeom,” you whine weakly.

He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of you. He smiles, coming up to press a kiss to your lips. 

“You’re amazing, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “I love seeing you cum around my fingers.”

You pout, running your fingers through his hair. “Only for you.”

You feel him smile against you before he moves to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You can do one more for me, kitten,” he murmurs, breath tickling the shell of your ear. It makes you shiver, and he can already feel you arching into him. “I missed your taste, baby.”

At those words, you groan. God, you missed his tongue on you.

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?” he chuckles, brushing his wet fingers between your folds. You whine, nodding. “Such a good girl. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

“I know,” you exhale, already shivering from his touch. You watch him with hooded eyes as he smiles from your admittance.

Slowly, he makes his way back down your body, tickling your skin with butterfly kisses down your neck and sucking red bruises down the valley of your chest. Planting a sweet kiss to your mound, Yugyeom pulls away to blow air at your glistening folds, admiring the way you shiver at the sensation.

Finally, with eyes on you, he dips down and licks a stripe up your pussy. He smirks with satisfaction as your eyes flutter close. He taps your thigh, bringing your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me, kitten.”

You whimper, nodding, and you rise on your elbows, gaze fixed on him. Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, Yugyeom gives you one last smile before pressing his lips around your clit. You suck in a breath as he laps at the bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue in intoxicating circles. His mouth feels so warm and soft around you, you can’t help the sigh of pleasure that escapes you.

“God,” you moan, feeling the tightening of your core once again.

Yugyeom answers you with the press of his fingers at your entrance again. You let out a loud moan, feeling your walls quiver at the familiar intrusion. Despite yourself, you find your body clenching around his digits. 

The room fills with your heavy panting and the loud squelch of his fingers thrusting into your sopping entrance. But you can barely hear anything, your brain buzzing from oversensitivity. It almost hurts, how good he makes you feel. When he groans around your clit, it sends vibrations straight to your tightening core.

“Gyeom!” you whine, eyes prickling with tears as he sucks harder.

Your legs shake out of control when he curls his fingers against your g-spot, sending you hurtling into another orgasm. A guttural wail of his name leaves your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut. Tears run down your cheeks as your head hits the pillow and you shake against the mattress, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure erupting throughout you. Wave after wave of hot pleasure spreads across your skin and Yugyeom watches in awe as your pussy squirts all over him and down his bare chest.

“Fuck, baby!” He laughs when you finally come to. “You just squirted!”

You feel your cheeks heat as you look down at his wet body and the mess on the sheets. “I-I did,” you mutter, suddenly shy.

“Don’t get embarrassed on me now, kitten,” he smiles reassuringly at you. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done, babe. I just want to eat you out forever now!”

You suck in a breath when he dips down and laps at your cum. You shiver at the sting of oversensitivity, pushing his head away. 

“Too much, Gyeom,” you whine weakly.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your thigh before sitting back up. 

The smirk returns to his face as his eyes darken again. “Too much, kitten? But I’m just taking care of you. I know you love your self-care nights so much.”

Your eyes grow wide as you follow his hands. You swallow, seeing the bulge of his jeans. And despite having orgasmed the hardest you ever have just moments ago, you find your pussy clenching against air.

And the ache for your boyfriend returns, tenfold. 

A shiver runs down your spine as he presses his red, hard cock to your swollen pussy. A little indulgence never hurt anyone right? After all, you had a very rough week. 

[firaknight]

So this is basically PMD x Kirby

(Here’s a key: pink is the name of the character, green is the Pokemon they chose, blue means male, pink means female, purple is the description of design changes)

So, before I explain who gets who, Adeleine sets up a few rules/guidelines for everyone.

1: The couch. Adeleine and Ribbon live in a cottage on the outskirts of town and therefore have a small house. When everyone’s there, she has a set seating system: tall people (DDD, herself, Daroach, etc) have to sit on the couch or in the general back. Short people (basically everyone else) sit in front of the couch and around the floor (she gives them pillows and floor seats of course)

2: No repeats! It’s to help her remember and also to not cause confusion or arguments. Nobody gets to have the same Pokemon as someone else (the only exception being if they plan to evolve them into a branching evolution, like Gardevoir and Gallade in the Ralts line)

3: Personalize! Everyone gets to add design changes to theirs (cut ear, different patterns, accessories, etc) to make them their own! They also assign genders to theirs and if they can’t decide, dice are rolled. Odds for male, evens for female (they can choose not to, but the vast majority were like “yeah whatever let’s just give them a gender”).

Ok onto the actual Pokemon

Adeleine: Chikorita, female, wears a scarf (part of the in-game story) and has a multicolored head leaf! Also had a small crystal hanging from her neck!

She saw the design and called them a “tiny dinosaur with a big leaf” and immediately decided on them. She loves them to death and thinks they’re the cutest Pokemon on the planet.

Ribbon: Fennekin, female, wears a scarf (part of the in-game story), has fur that is more pink than red, and wears a huge red bow! Also has a small crystal hanging from her neck!

Couldn’t choose the same Pokemon as Adeleine and thought Fennekin looked beautiful (she was even more excited when she saw the final evolution). She also has a type matchup with Adeleine and absolutely takes bullets for her to keep her from dying.

Kirby: Eevee, female, white fur is tinted pink, has blue eyes instead of brown, and wears bunch of colorful accessories like bows, bracelets/anklets, and collars!

Couldn’t decide on the gender and the dice rolled female! He doesn’t care and loves his Eevee!!! He likes how soft they look and how they have different evolution!! It’s like his copy abilities!!! He’s stuck trying to figure out what to evolve them into tho.

Dedede: Piplup, male, wears a big robe and hat, body is a slightly darker and more vibrant blue, and is a little chubbier!

He convinced Adeleine to take on a more difficult dungeon request for this (she got a big dinner at the royal table and got to stay the night in one of the royal rooms out of it though so it was worth it) and after a near 2 hour run and almost 3 game overs, she got it. Dedede only wanted it because it’s the only penguin Pokemon in the series and he wanted a big penguin like himself!!!

Meta Knight: Ralts (Gallade), male, wears a mask like his own, has more jagged blades, and wears a cape!

Only picked them because they saw Gallade and said “yeah that’s gonna be me” and didn’t wait for an answer. He likes their arm blades and the fact that they have a mega evolution (even BIGGER blades!!!!!!! A big tattered cape!!!!!! Badass looks!!!!! What’s not to like!!!!)

Bandee: Karrablast, male, wears a blue bandana, body is orange instead of blue, stomach is cream instead of orange, and has a tiny spear (this is later removed when they evolve)!!!

They saw Escavalier and got super excited!! Double spear arms!!! Armored and tough looking!!! They like how tough they look and 100% chose them for that reason only (although the Pokemon kinda grew on them over time). Not ultra tough right now but they’re getting there!

Marx: Sableye, male, gems are basically mirrors, wears a jester cap like his own, and has only 2 claws instead of 3!!

He likes how fucking creepy they look and how their mega evolution has teeth. It’s a very specific detail they will absolutely drill into why they like them so much. They also like how powerful they can be if used correctly!

Gooey: Goomy, female, body is shades of blue instead of purple, has a tongue that noticeably sticks out!!

He originally wanted Ditto but then they saw Goomy and felt a certain kind of love for them. He also couldn’t decide and the dice rolled female! He likes how the name is similar to his own and how they’re goopy like him!!! They’re also super squishy and he is too!!!!!!

Rick: Dedenne, male, tail is shorter, body is similar in color to him, has beans!!!!!!

He likes how they’re kinda hamster-esc!! They have electricity too which is hella cool. They look kinda soft to him and he was mildly upset over them not having paw beans and demanded that Dedenne be given justice by having them drawn in (Adeleine totally agrees to this). He likes to think they’re mega soft like himself!!!

Kine: Magikarp, male, slightly flatter, blue instead of orange, larger fins!!

He couldn’t choose a Pokemon and eventually just settled on Magikarp because he thought they’d be ok. Didn’t realize they evolve into such a big Pokemon until they saw what it looked like in one of the dungeons. The keep bragging about how powerful they’re gonna be when they finally evolve, but nobody is taking him seriously because he can only use 1 move as of now and hasn’t reached a point where he can evolve yet.

Coo: Hoothoot, male, body is purple instead of brown, has spiked feathers on his head, has a softer and fluffier appearance!!!!!

It’s an owl. He wanted to be an owl. He reeeeaaallly wants to evolve because Noctowl looks way cooler but he’s fine with what he’s got for now!!! He has a speed based build because he can fly very fast :)

Dark Meta Knight: Noibat, female, monochromatic colors with some red mixed in, mask with a scar, tattered wing membrane!!!

Purposefully decided on having a femal because he thinks it kicks ass a little more (also he loves his adopted daughter and decided that would be badass too). Built like a fucking assault tank but with speed. He absolutely leads the charge when he’s playing and takes every fucking hit possible if it’s aimed at his daughter. Gloats about his badass evolution and how fucking sick it looks despite having not evolved yet.

Daroach: Sneasel, male, wears a cloak and hat like his own, has yellow and longer claws!!!!

He didn’t like any of the existing rats and said “lemme get a thief pokemon” and settled on Sneasel. They have a team called the Squeak Squad and it’s comprised of his Sneasel and the squeaks own copies of the game! They play together in their free time and Daroach had Adeleine grab him a Sneasel so he could play on her copy too.

Magolor: Inkay, male, wears a blue cloak like his own, has yellow eyes!!! (The cloak doesn’t really fit until Inkay evolves)

Physically couldn’t choose and then someone showed him Inkay and he said “oh! I fucking hate them.” It was only until they showed him Malamar that he said “oh they look like they’d backstab someone. Perfect.” He likes how fucking ominous they look and how they would 100% be a supervillain given the chance. His Inkay is a good guy tho don’t worry.

Taranza: Joltik, male, has tiny fangs and little horns that grow out when they evolve, wears a cape, has little gloves on their hands!!!

He wanted Flabebe because of the flowers but was told someone already took that one and decided he’d take a spider Pokemon! Almost settled on Ariados but then saw Galvantula and got super excited. He likes their fuzzy look and thinks they are a lovely Pokemon!!

Susie: Gothita, female, eyes are gradient blue with no pupils, has pink accents on the head, more modern appearance!!

She couldn’t find any pretty ones with tech on them but liked Gothita! She thinks they look ok and Adeleine was nice enough to invite her over for PMD game day so she joined in. Her Gothita is surprisingly beastly and is a heavy hitter! However she also gets her ass kicked really fast because Gothita isn’t built for up close heavy hitting.

Zan Partizanne: Shinx, female, wears the same clothes as her, has more yellow on her!!

She really liked how Shinx looks. Tiny electric kitty puppy thing! She wanted to name it after some kind of thunder deity but wasn’t able to (she probably had a name for it tho). Speedy little powerhouse who looks adorable. Continues to tell Adeleine that she’s only doing this to repay her debt (and also for insulting her hairline) but is really just enjoying herself.

Flamberge: Fletchling, female, wears the hat and ribbon-like shawl, has spiked feathers that stick up a lot like her hair, more vibrant red!!!

She fucking loves this little bird. Like. A lot. Something about them is just so awesome to her. Maybe it’s because it evolves into a giant fire falcon but who knows! She just loves them and cherishes them with all her heart. BEGGED Adeleine to recruit them and managed to convince her (she had to offer up making her a cool sword to get it. Adeleine accepted the deal almost immediately because cool ass sword).

Francisca: Vanillite, female, wears the hat and shawl, has more vibrant blue, ice cream part is the same color as her hair!!!

You know exactly why she chose this one. Ice cream baby!!!!!!!! She thinks they’re lovely and wants a plush of them super bad (they don’t make them yet but merch happens eventually!). She jokes that they have an ice cream stash they live in.

Pitch: Pidgey, male, green in color!

He got to join in after the other animal friends told him! He’s good friends with Adeleine (all the animal friends are) and she let him pick a Pokemon! He doesn’t play as much because he has to use his little feet’s but he does his best!

Nago: Glameow, female, body is orange and the ears are brown! Eyes remain closed instead of open to reflect his design!

He wanted it to be a girl just because. He says it’s because it resembles his girlfriend a teensy bit (just in coat color really) and he loves her a lot. Little bastard cat causes trouble on adventures and purposefully runs off to look for the stairs by himself without any incentive from Adeleine.

Chuchu: Frillish, female, wears a small red ribbon and has a more vibrant pink body!!

Couldn’t choose originally but settled on Frillish because it’s the closest thing to her. Nicknamed it frilly and likes to cause problems. She’s got a pretty decent move set and knows how to kick ass with it tho so she makes up for her trouble with that.

Queen Ripple: Flabébé, female, wears glasses and has black ear frill things, wears her crown, and wears her dress!!! Flower is white!

She gets to play too!!!!! Adeleine offered to let her have a Pokemon and she plays though wireless connection! On a very rare occasion, she makes a trip out to Popstar for a week or so and gets to play during then! She has a lot of fun and adores the design for Flabébé so damn much (plus it’s fairy type and that makes her very happy)!!!

[reddiesetandgo]

PROMISES, Chapter 1

Pairing: Reddie (main), Benverly, Stenbrough, Mike x Nicole (OC character from the blog letterstothelosers)

Warnings: Child Abuse (brief at the end)

Note from the writer: This is a fic I wrote for @letterstothelosers Creativity Contest. Richie works at the local movie theatre and lives on Mike’s farm with Eddie after they both left their abusive homes behind. They are juniors in High School.

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Beverly felt sick. She needed to call Eddie, Ben, one of them. But her hands. Her fucking hands wouldn't stop shaking.

She was standing across from the final theatre at the Aladdin, all the way at the end of the hall. The one where they play the movies no one wants to see anymore, where it’s silent and deserted. That’s why Richie had taken Bev there. He had wanted to talk with her, he’d had something to tell her about Eddie. And now she was standing there in the dimly lit hallway alone, where Richie had stood moments ago. She was still gazing where the door had closed, she could still hear Richie warning “Don't, Bev!”, and she could still smell the lingering sweet perfume of alcohol.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around, startling the small girl who had a look of concern on her face. Beverly recognized her as one of Richie’s coworkers.

“Are you okay?” she asked. She looked behind Beverly, to the door that was already closed back up. “Where’s Richie?”

Beverly opened her mouth to scream, to tell her what she had seen, what he had done to Richie, but all she could say was, “My phone. I can't dial. Can you-” she gulped down the knot that had formed in her throat. “Can you call Eddie for me?”

The girl still looked worried, but she smiled slightly when she heard Eddie’s name. “Richie’s boyfriend? Sure.”

After she had found Eddie in Beverly’s recent call list, she handed Bev back the phone.

Beverly held the phone to her ear, still shaking and now breathing fast, a million things rushing into her mind.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked once more.

Her eyes shot to the girl and she knew she meant well. But Richie...

“I don't know,” she said.

-

In another part of town, just on the outskirts of Derry, Eddie Kaspbrak was humming a tune to himself. The sun was just beginning to set on the horizon, casting long shadows surrounded by deep, orange light. Eddie was finishing up a chore Mike’s grandfather had given him, one he had been more than happy to work on.

“Eddie,” Mikes grandfather had called out nearly three hours ago. “Mind helping me pick some of them apples in the orchard?”

Eddie’s head had immediately popped out from the doorway, coming face to face with the sometimes stern, but more often kindly man who allowed him and his boyfriend residence on his farm. He was standing straight and tall, arms crossed, and a look that showed neither joy nor displeasure. Dressed in deep brown overalls and a white undershirt, he had placed five or so baskets next to the entryway that lead towards the stables and further on, the orchard. Eddie, he had discovered just about a year ago, loved to pick apples. He was especially skilled in picking the sweetest ones, unlike Richie, who oftentimes picked the bad ones simply to “get them out of the way, Eds”!

Eddie had let a small smile form on his face before answering with a nod and a “Yes, sir!”.

So now Eddie was carrying the final basket, filled to the brim with red and yellow apples to the storage barn just behind the main house. A small breeze blew through the farm, eliciting a pause from Eddie so he could let himself feel the wind on his skin and a thought drifted in his mind.

Richie will be home soon.

His chest felt full at the thought and it bubbled up to his face, forming a wide grin there and dusting his freckled cheeks in pink. Their one year anniversary was fast approaching and Eddie was determined to make it special. How, he was not yet sure. But he still had time and the possibilities filled his mind wherever he went, whenever he looked at Richie, or when he laid down to sleep next to him in their bed.

He pushed himself forward, moving a little faster this time. Once he reached the barn, he gingerly placed the sweet fruit in their proper place. Eddie was careful to not trip over the upturned floorboard, rolling his eyes at the memory of Richie falling flat on the newly delivered carrots he had been toting. Memories of Richie were constantly floating in Eddie’s world, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He turned to leave, but stopped short before reaching back into the basket. He pulled two apples, their skin a pretty mixture of reds and yellows, and he made his way back outside.

The sky was darker now. The sun had fallen just beyond the horizon and only a light shade of purple still lingered there. Eddie was always amazed when he watched the day shift into night. He especially loved it when the stars became visible in the vast darkness after the sun had disappeared completely. That sky was the most beautiful to Eddie.

He saw Mike’s grandfather wave from the porch of the main house and he returned the gesture in kind, noticing the small curve of the old man’s smile. He felt a warm feeling grow in his chest, a fondness that had begun with Mike but had grown to encompass his entire family; Grandfather, farm animals, and all. Who else would have taken in two teenage runaways?

The warmth dissipated slowly across his chest as he made his way back towards the guest house, the crunch of grass sounding underfoot. He twisted the top of his wrist upward, glancing at his watch.

Richie will be home soon.

Eddie rushed up the steps and inside, carefully taking his shoes off at the door; he’d need to clean them later. He eyed his phone which had been left on the small coffee table near the couch, but decided to leave it. Right now he wanted to shower and change. Smelling like an apple orchard, dirt, and sweat may not have bothered Richie, but Eddie wouldn't last long.

He walked into the bathroom and drew his shirt over his head, folding it neatly before he dropped it into the hamper. His fingers moved to unbutton his jeans and his fingers curled around the zipper when he heard the faint sound of his phone ringing. He paused, his anxiety and worry pulling him towards the phone. Would he give in this time?

-

Bill and Ben were making their way to the Aladdin, watching as the city around them darkened with each passing minute. They were on their way to pick up Beverly from Richie’s hold. He had asked her to meet with him in the middle of a school project and his time was up. Bill had thought nothing of Richie’s last minute request, but Ben swore he could hear something different in the way Richie had asked, “Bev, I just need to talk to you for like, ten minutes. Fifteen tops!” It hadn't made Ben worried, just suspicious. Which is why they were now pedaling on their bikes to the Aladdin to pick up Beverly.

“W-want to stop and p-p-pick up some snacks on the way b-back?”

Ben nodded, not really listening. “Sure, Bill, sounds great.”

They biked the rest of the way in relative silence, Bill mentioning one or two things about the project. He wasn't sure what had made Ben so worried, but now he could feel a small weight forming low in his stomach. Something about the way Ben had looked watching Beverly walk out the door and the way he looked now, eyes set forward and his arms strangely rigid. But maybe he had read Ben all wrong. Richie oftentimes “needed” Beverly. Mostly to talk of Eddie, sometimes for reassurance, and occasionally to calm himself down when he’d dream of his father.

“Uh, Bill?”

He snapped his head to look at Ben, his brows furrowed. “Sorry, I got lost for a m-minute-”

“Your phone…”

“Oh, sh-shit, I didn't even hear it,” he said, reaching a hand back to fumble into his pocket. His bike swayed slightly as he pulled out the phone, glancing at the screen as he tried to steady himself.

“It’s Mike,” he said to Ben. He swiped a finger across the screen, answering on the last ring and putting his friend on speaker.

“M-Mike, what’s up?”

The voice on the other end gave him the same feeling Ben had earlier. “Hey, Bill, have you seen Stan?”

Bill followed Ben as he rounded the corner, the Aladdin coming into view. “He isn't w-w-with you?”

Ben was focusing on something ahead, but Bill didn't notice. “No, he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago to work on our project. But he’s-”

“Never late,” Bill finished.

A short silence fell over the call, both boys trying hard not to jump to any conclusions. In the years Bill had known Stanley, there had never been a time when he had been late for anything. Mike had learned that shortly after that terrible summer. Stan had been the first to arrive on Mike’s farm the very first time he had invited the Losers over. That’s when Mike knew, without a shred of doubt, that Stan was actually a lot softer than he appeared. One look at the tiny, chirping chicks had softened him enough so Mike was able to see his warm, gooey center.

But Mike also knew that Stan was able to take care of himself and he shouldn't be this worried. He shouldn't have worried Bill.

But Bill was worried. And then he saw Ben speed up and he felt himself suddenly worry more. And when he saw two body’s standing outside of the Aladdin that looked like Beverly and Stan, he felt the rock in his stomach grow heavier. He knew it was Stan before he was sure it was Beverly. He could pick Stan out by the curves of his face and the soft, blonde locks that hung slightly into his eyes.

“Mike, I th-think I found Stan. H-hold on.”

He heard a loud “what?” as he gripped the handle bar over his phone and pedaled faster, catching up to Ben and coming to a skidded halt. Beverly was shaking in Stan’s arms.

“Beverly,” Ben breathed, dropping his bike and reaching out for her. She looked at Ben and her face fell, arms open and waiting. He enveloped her as she began to cry, fisting her hands into the back of his sweater.

Stan turned to Bill, taking his hand into his. Bill felt the full force of the weight in his gut, his insides turning as he saw the look on Stan’s face. A mixture of sadness, concern, but mostly anger. Bill reached his free hand up to Stan’s shoulder, looking into the Aladdin for the other Loser he knew should be there too.

Stan shook his head, bringing Bill’s gaze back to him.

“It’s Richie,” he said.

-

Mike looked out the living room window, searching for Stan up the winding dirt road. He was two minutes late to work on their project, which was so completely unlike Stan. Mike checked his phone again, hoping for a text, a call, anything. He felt his shoulders stiffen when there was nothing on his screen. Should he go ask Eddie? He turned to look in the direction of the guest house, wondering if it was a good idea or not to tell the Losers’ resident worrier that Stanley Uris was late.

“Ten minutes,” he said out loud to himself. “I’ll give him ten minutes.”

Mike busied himself by removing his grandfather’s books and leftover coffee mug from the table, making room for the science books and laptops they’d need. He grabbed two coasters and placed them on either side of the one thing he left on the table; a photo of all the Losers. His grandfather had given it to him as a Christmas gift, placed inside of a red and gold picture frame. It had been one of the most meaningful gifts Mike had ever received. What made it even more special, coming from his grandfather, was what he had said afterward. “I know it’s been hard for you, being homeschooled. And maybe,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe I was a little hard on you, maybe I asked too much of you sometimes here on the farm.”

Mike had reached out a hand, gently folding his fingers just above his grandfather’s elbow. He looked up to him warmly, mimicking his grandson. “But those friends of yours. They’re good kids, Mike. I see how much they care about you. And if you’ve got them and they’ve got you, then I don’t see why you can’t go with them to school.”

Mike’s eyes had widened then and he looked over his grandfather’s face, knowing deep down that he wouldn’t lie, but expecting this to be some sort of dream. But he hadn’t been lying and Mike had started at school with all of the Losers the first day after winter break.

He was smiling at the memory, but he caught sight of his phone and it soon fell.

He leaned back into the couch, his hands curling around his phone as he dropped them into his lap. Stan was fine, he told himself. He was overreacting. Maybe he saw a bird, an incredibly beautiful bird that Stan just had to stop and see. Mike let out a heavy sigh and let his head rest on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and repeating to himself “you’re overreacting, you’re overreacting.” He could hear a clock ticking from another room and began to count each tick-tock. He lost count once, twice, three times before he finally made it to sixty.

But then his phone vibrated in his palm and the force with which he sat upright made him dizzy. But it wasn't Stan. It was Nicole.

He smiled fondly at the screen, but the nervousness he felt buzzing through his body did not subside. Especially now that he saw it was exactly nine minutes past Stan’s arrival.

He opened his phone and dialed for Bill.

-

He felt the wind blow through his hair as he stood up on his bike, pedaling faster to gain momentum up the hill.  He was exactly fifteen minutes from Mike’s farm, which was, according to Stan, nearly ten minutes and some change away from the exact spot he was on now. He’d be passing the Aladdin soon and wondered if he should stop in to say hi to Richie.

Stan wouldn't say it, but Richie was his best friend. Richie was loud and obnoxious and so incredibly loyal it sometimes made Stan’s head spin. He knew without a doubt that all of the Losers cared about him, but Richie could make Stan laugh when he didn't want to, even in the moments when Stan was sure he’d never smile again. He’d been the only one at his Bar Mitzvah that summer he tried to forget. The small scars on the sides of his face started to burn at the thought and he could feel his chest tighten.

“Bill,” he said to himself, conjuring the sweetest memories of the boy he called his own. When he remembered that summer, when he would look at himself in the mirror, running a hand across the indents on his face that he tried to convince himself did not look like teeth marks, he thought of Bill. And then his world seemed much smaller, more manageable, livable.

As his heart soared just above his head, the Aladdin came into view. It wasn't crowded just yet, only three or four small families were loitering outside trying to make up their minds. Stan stepped off a pedal and swung his other leg around, walking his bike up to the door. He kicked out the stand and parked it gently out of the way, beside the entrance. He’d be in and out, there was no need to lock it up. He entered the building swiftly and looked towards the concession stand. No Richie.

He moved farther in, nodding slightly at the employees he had met before. They all knew he was there for Richie, no one tried to stop him as he turned the corner towards the different screening rooms. There weren't that many, but Stan didn't have much time. He brushed a hand through his blonde curls and thought about turning back. If there was one thing Stan wasn't, it was late.

Except once. Five years ago. Stanley Uris had been late to his own birthday party because Richie Tozier had shown up with a purple and yellow bruise on his wrist that he was desperately trying to hide but couldn't because his shirt was far too small for his arms. Stanley had taken one look at him, seen the panic behind his smile and the way he was holding his wrist, trying to hide the fingerprint bruise, and he’d whisked Richie upstairs without a word. He gave Richie a shirt that had belonged to his father, the sleeves reaching his knuckles, and he’d wrapped his wrist with a bandage. Neither one had said much, but when Bill and Eddie had come up to see why Stan wasn't enjoying his own birthday he simply said, “none of your business” and he pulled Richie back downstairs.

Stan was about to turn around and give up his last minute search when he heard a voice that sounded familiar. “Eddie, pick up your phone!”

Beverly?

-

Richie was terrified. He wished he could be furious or angry but the last blow he’d received had shut him up. He could still feel his head pounding as his father murmured terrible things beside him.

He had been so careful before. He had always watched the doorways, scanned the crowds, and kept his guard perpetually up.

But today...

He felt the small box in his pocket and he shifted slightly in his seat to keep it hidden. His dad was angry enough, if he saw this Richie wasn't sure he’d make it out of this alive.

When he had called for Beverly earlier today, he had been so incredibly happy. He had felt like he was walking on air and he hated that fucking euphimism but fuck if it wasn't true. His gift for Eddie had come in. The gift for their one year anniversary. And it was so beautiful and so incredibly Eddie it had filled his heart near to bursting. It was a promise ring. Simple in its design, it was a thin, silver band with two words inscribed on the inside.

He had rushed to pick it up on his break from work and he didn't have time to go see Beverly and ask her if it was too much or if he was crazy or if Eddie would get upset at how expensive it was. So he had called Beverly as he was walking into the Aladdin, palming the gift in his pocket. He asked for ten, fifteen minutes tops and Beverly had agreed without much of a fight, despite the two voices behind her groaning about the science project he would eventually have to do too.

He had kept busy waiting for her, walking through each empty theatre and sweeping up the spilled popcorn and discarded candy wrappers. He even dusted the handrails and armrests on each seat, feeling the small box burning a hole into his pocket with every step. How would he keep this a secret for a few more weeks? How would he keep it from Eddie when he would know it was in the same room? How would he-

“Jeeze, Richie, could you have made it any harder to find you?”

Richie spun around and saw Beverly, hands on her hips, and a smirk on her face. He smiled wide then and ran to her, picking her up in his arms and spinning her around.

“Richie!” She cried out. But she was laughing and she was hugging him back. When he had finally set her down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out from the dark theatre.

“Okay, I was intrigued before, but now I’m dying to know. What the hell is going on?”

Richie was pulling her towards the back of the building, to the last theatre before you hit the side exit. He wanted privacy to show Beverly the gift, but he also needed light. He needed her to see it in all its glory. When they finally arrived to the halls end, under the fluorescent light and just inside of the exit doors, he reached into his pocket.

“I finally got Eddie’s anniversary gift. I needed to show someone because as much as I love it i’m also terrified?”

Beverly was biting back a smile. She wanted to see his gift more than anything, especially because Richie had trusted her enough to show it to her. “Well, let’s see it,” she pushed.

“Okay, but first I gotta explain it because knowing you, you’ll scream and cause a scene.” He smiled, but they both knew it was probably true. He opened his mouth to tell her not to be surprised, that the box meant something important, not that sort of important, but a promise that someday it would. Instead, his eyes focused on a body that was coming up fast from behind Beverly. He recognized him immediately and stepped in front of Beverly like a reflex, his hand flying from inside of his pocket and the color draining from his face.

Wentworth’s entire body was flushed, anger seeping out of every pore and he was coming up to them faster than Richie thought possible. He felt Beverly fist her hand in his shirt, pulling him back towards the exit to escape. “Richie,” she whispered, fear laced in her voice as she pulled harder, more insistent.

But Richie’s mind was racing so fast his legs weren't moving. He was screaming to himself to either run or fight, put his hands up or grab Beverly and run but he couldn't budge under the gaze of his father.

“Richie!”

But then Richie felt a force on the side of his face and he was falling towards the wall. He hit it, hard, and he fell into a crumpled mess on the floor.

Beverly, he thought. Beverly! But his world was spinning and he felt himself being pulled upwards. It was hard to breathe, but he could hear his father’s voice with absolute clarity.

“This. Ends. Now. You’re coming home, Richard.”

His head was pounding and his cheek was burning, but things were coming into focus. He made out his father and his hand curled around the fabric of his collar and he saw, with horror, Bev just beyond him looking like she was going to fight.

He wanted to fight too, but he wouldn't risk her safety. He could get away from Wentworth later, he needed Beverly to be safe.

So he shook his head and choked out “Don't, Bev!” just as Wentworth started pulling him towards the exit.

The older man swiveled to face Beverly, one hand on the door and the other in a vice grip close to Richie’s neck.

Beverly was horrified when she saw her father in his eyes and suddenly her entire body grew cold.

“Tell your fucking friends to stay the hell away from my son. Especially that piece of shit who corrupted him into thinking he’s-”

He closed his eyes, attempting to calm himself, but Beverly heard his hand tighten around Richie’s collar.

“Stay the fuck away from him!” And then he pushed through the doors, pulling Richie in his wake. She needed to go after them, she needed to fight for Richie! But she knew she couldn't do it alone.

We’ll come for you, Richie she thought. I promise we will come for you.

Richie hadn't heard Beverly’s silent promise, but he knew. The ring hidden in his pocket was also a silent promise. A promise he was making to Eddie. And one way or another, he’d keep that promise. He’d find his way out of this, away from his father, and back to Eddie.

[of-themoon]

So I’ve never seen anyone write about Hermione’s backstory and I honestly don’t like how I did this and I might redo it, but I hope you like it! (P.S. This was my book report so uh... It’s really formal.)(P.P.S. She’s like 10 in this so yeah, the insults aren’t good.)

Hermione was curled up in a little ball, tears flowing off her face in a manner of which made it seem like she had waterfalls spewing out of her glossy hazelnut eyes. A soft and comforting hand reached out and rested on the small 10 year old’s back, beginning to rub circles. The librarian’s heart melted at the sight of her favorite student in pain. She knew precisely what caused her to be so deep in sadness but the only option she currently had was to comfort her.

After a few minutes of silence the red headed woman decided to question her. “‘Mione… What happened?”

“I-I… They stole my book. The one-” Hermione sniffled,”-the one my Grandmother gave me. It’s all I have left of her.”

“Oh, honey..” Spinning the girl around, so that their fronts were facing each other, they both leaned in for a hug just as sobs began to erupt from Hermione’s chest.

It was a well known fact that Hermione Granger was bullied constantly by many of the other children attending the Buxlow Preparatory School in London, England. Though all the teachers love her dearly, there is nothing any of them can do to help. This is due to fact that her biggest bully was none other than Eleanor Reed, the daughter of Jackson Reed. Jackson Reed is a multi millionaire as well as the man who founded the academy– also known as the best source of income in all of London. Buxlow is a school for the troubled and specialized. “Why was Hermione Granger in a specialized school?”, you may ask. Well, months earlier she had given her parents quite the scare. Occasion upon occasion, what most would call… different, things had been happening, and it all seemed to revolve around none other than Hermione. The studious girl was scared. For once, her brains hadn’t brought her popularity; in fact, it did precisely the opposite. Daily, she would be called ‘egghead’, or ‘nerd’. As much as she hated to admit it, it hurt. This wasn’t the first time this happened. Many of Hermione’s belongings have been stolen, and never returned– in one piece, that is. Luckily for Hermione, the semester was nearly over and she was soon to get on the train home.

Hermione let her thoughts wander, and soon, realization struck her like a train. That book was hers and she refused to leave without it– if she were to get in trouble, so be it. It meant too much to her, and she was going to get it back.

It was nearly midnight. Hermione’s head stuck out from behind the corner. The janitor had just passed by and the coast was clear. This was her chance. Creeping towards the room whose door was painted a sickening shade of hot pink, she willed herself not to make a sound, and surprisingly, she did not. Upon reaching the threshold she attempted at opening it. Believing that it was locked, she began to prepare the spare bobby pin of which was stuffed in her pocket. It seemed luck was on her side that night. The door opened easily, almost as if the gods themselves had wished it to do so. Hermione stepped into the room, praying that everything would continue going right. The book was right on Eleanor’s desk. This is too easy. Hermione thought, smirking at the girl’s stupidity. She grabbed the book and turned to exit the room but was stopped by a sudden weight falling onto her head and shoulders. Dripping down her body was some sort of sticky, gooey, molasses. Crying out in disgust, she spun around slowly and glared towards where she knew the bed to be. Laughter–no, Cackles– rung out from all around the room, surrounding Hermione. The lights flickered on and she wasn’t surprised to see at least 10 girls surrounding her with their cameras and phones flipped on and recording her. Hermione felt something in her. Hate. Pure, true, hate. She despised each and every person in that school. She despised everyone in this room for bullying her. She despised the teachers for not standing up for her. And overall, she despised Eleanor for making her life a living hell. Something clicked. She needed to stop getting thrown around and take a stand for once, she needed to take control. Her heart rate sped up. Her breathing increased. Her fingers began to tingle. She looked at the now dirty book in her hand, that was all she needed. Hermione Granger screamed. Everything that was previously on her levitated, and almost magically, hit everyone surrounding her directly in the face.

“You.. YOU MONSTER!”

“Freak!”

“Weirdo!”

It all played over and over like a broken record inside Hermione’s head. One minute she was in Eleanor’s room, and the next she was dashing towards her own. She had no idea what to make of what happened. All she knew was that she needed to get out of there, fast. And that was exactly what she planned to do. Grabbing her duffel bag, she took everything she could get a hold of and stuffed it in. Upon successfully getting all of her belongings into her bag, she heaved herself on top of it and forcefully tried to zip it closed. Once done, she dashed out the door and into the corridors. Suddenly forgetting the layout of the school, she stood for a second, thought, turned towards the west wing, and ran. What seemed like seconds later she was outside and halfway down the block. She hadn’t stopped running until she was at least 400 meters away. Hermione set her bag down and collapsed upon it immediately. She was alone and afraid.

Hermione was inches away from dozing off but was promptly woken by a strong wind slapping her in the face. A long, tall, purple bus had appeared in front of her. The doors opened and a warm inviting atmosphere invited her in. When she looked up though, she was met with the grinning, acne filled face of a fairly young man no older than 24.

“‘ermione Granger, right?” How did this man know who she was?

“Y-yes.” She replied timidly.

“Perfect! Hop on, my name is Stan Shunpike. Where exactly do you want to go?” Hermione inched her way onto the bus. She knew she shouldn’t trust strangers, but what else did she have to lose? She was desperate.

“Heathgate… Hampstead.”

“Ah, the Muggle world, eh?” he asked. Muggle? What does that mean? Deciding not to question it, Hermione gulped and then proceeded to nod. “No problem, just a few extra precautions to take. Take it away Earl!”

A very… interesting conversation had followed after. Interesting, saying the least. To make a long story short, Hermione left the bus far more confused than when she got on. Figuring it must have been a dream she hopped off the bus in a daze and stumbled up to her house, duffel bag in hand. Before she even had the chance to finish her first knock, the door was flung open and her mother’s arms were latched around her neck.

“For goodness sake! Hermione you had us worried sick!” Pulling back she kept her hands rested on her daughter’s cheeks and stared her directly in her eyes. “Are you okay?” Hermione nodded. “Good. Now come in so I can murder you.” said she, as her hand latched around Hermione’s ear and pulled. Letting out a yelp, Hermione followed.

After long explanations and many apologies later, it was decided that Hermione was not to return to Buxlow and would be attending a different school the next year.

The final phone call had been made and the second they hung up, goodnights had been said and the three members of the Granger family inched up the stairs in a zombie-like fashion. All too groggy to notice the letter that dropped from an tawny owl’s talons and onto the table. Six words of which would change Hermione’s life forever were strewn across the page in beautiful calligraphy:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.