#sighs super loudly in knowing they will never see eachother again

[applesauce322]

siiigggghhhhhhh SSIIGFHHH SIGH.

[winwinnns]

as good as me s f a

fellow jaemin simps, i decided to put these two asks together because they were perfect lol

jealous sex, mentions of alcohol, fingering (from rec), penetration.

“you really like him huh...”

you and haechan were sitting on the counters in your kitchen. haechan always gave you great advice.

“well yeah of course i like him. he��s my best friend.”

jaemin. while haechan guided you through the toughest parts of your life, jaemin was your rock.

“no y/n. don’t dance around it. the best way to cope with something like this is to acknowledge your feelings.”

you sigh and lean your head against the cabinet.

“fine. i love him.”

“see that wasn’t too hard.”

“i don’t know what to do. he’s been my friend for so long, and i doubt he’d want to change anything.”

haechan listened quietly.

“i guess i’ve loved him for a while. he treats me so good all the time. he’s makes me so happy. but i know he wouldn’t want to date me. we almost did. you remember that?”

haechan chuckled.

“i do.”

“we were both so over our exes and... we were desperate. and we know each other so well we wouldn’t fight about anything.”

“you’ve thought a lot about this haven’t you?”

you bite your lip and nod.

“it’s just so frustrating.”

“i know.”

he slides off of the counter and stands next to you. he takes your hand and holds it.

“you’ll get through it y/n. i know you will.”

that night you laid in your bed, thinking. you needed someone to distract you from him. so, you went on tinder. you found this guy named lucas.

he was really nice and pretty. not like, jaemin pretty, no one could top that. but he was cute. and the stroke game? fire.

you messed around with him for a couple months. it made you forget about your best friend in the moment, but once he left, you spiraled all over again.

there was a party coming up, jeno, a mutual friend of you and jaemin, invited you both. you texted jaemin the day of, making sure he was coming. you didn’t really feel like going anywhere without your other half.

y/n😼🪱

hey jaem you’re going to jeno’s party right

jaem 👁👁

hey loser

yeah i’m going

y/n😼🪱

just making sure

jaem 👁👁

you’d miss me wouldn’t you

y/n😼🪱

🙄🙄 whatever you gotta tell yourself. see you soon

you dropped your phone somewhere on the bed and started to get ready.

there was a knock at your door. you were looking at your outfit in the mirror. it was cute. it made you look hot. you went to answer the door. jaemin was leaning against the doorway.

“hi princess.”

you flushed.

“don’t call me that that’s gross!”

your heart fluttered, but you ignored it. you shoved him in the shoulder. he laughed and shoved you back.

“you ready?”

you nod and walk with him to his car. on the way to the party you talked about the guy you met.

“there’s no way he’s that hot. i think that’s your imagination y/n.”

“no way!! he’s literally burning bro.”

“he’s not as hot as me right?”

you sigh. of course not. jaemin was your type.

“i dunno... he’s pretty hot”

“ouch”

you both laugh, then sit in a comfortable silence

it was a smaller party than you thought it would be. you and jaemin walked in together. haechan sauntered over to you.

“hello bitches.”

he was drunk.

“you guys kiss yet?”

super drunk.

jaemin laughed while you froze. haechan was good with keeping things to himself. he’d never reveal your feelings for jaemin, even when he was drunk, but he would definitely tease you.

you an haechan were standing next to eachother in a corner.

“are you gonna tell him~?” he slurred

you punched him in the arm.

“no.”

“then i’m gonna.”

“what?”

“i’m gonna tell him. you have been..”

he paused, thinking of the words he wanted to say.

“been so obvious. he probably knows.”

you scoffed.

“don’t tell him”

“i’m gonna.”

“do it and i’ll kiss you.”

if he were sober, he would’ve grimaced. instead he smirked.

“do it. kiss me.”

“don’t tell him.”

“i won’t if you do it.”

you rolled your eyes and kissed him.

“you happy?”

he smiled. you scoffed and went to go find someone else to talk to.

you found some people and were having a pleasant conversation when jaemin pulled you aside.

“what the hell was that?”

“what do you mean?”

“why did you do that?”

“do what?”

“kiss haechan!”

shit. he saw you.

“jaemin he just- it’s complicated.”

jaemin scoffs.

“too complicated for you to tell me about it?”

you ran your fingers through your hair aggressively.

“what’s it to you anyways? it’s not like you’re super close to him.”

“i’m super close to you.”

you went silent. jaemin was frustrated. he hated that you kissed him. he didn’t give you time to answer, walking away.

you felt devastated. you wish you could explain yourself, but you couldn’t. not without confessing.

jaemin sat outside, he finally had some time to think. you kissed haechan. he felt so many emotions. he didn’t want you to kiss him, he didn’t want to to feel anything romantic for him.

he knew you wanted him. he could tell, you’d been acting different in the most recent years. his feelings towards you were complicated. well, complicated to him. to put it simply, he loved you. but he was scared. he felt the exact same way about you that you felt about him. he loved you so much, and seeing you with other people hurt him. but he didn’t want to ruin anything.

he loved you.

you walked outside and stood with him. neither of you said anything. you held his hand.

“do you love him?”

jaemins face was serious. he wasn’t looking at you.

“what? no!”

“really?”

he wanted you to say it. he was ready now. he wanted you. and he knew you wanted him.

you couldn’t admit it. you couldn’t tell him you loved him. you’d lose too much. you’d lose him.

“fine, i love haechan.”

that was the biggest lie you’ve ever told him. and you rarely lied to him. you felt so gross. you wanted to take it back.

“haechan?”

that pissed him off. haechan?? really? he could treat you so much better than that.

jaemin scoffed.

“really y/n. haechan?”

you were about to cry. this was too much. you hated lying to him. it was the worst feeling ever.

“yes.”

he moved closer to you and held your chin. your heart was pounding. what the fuck was happening. he brought his lips to brush against yours.

“you really think haechan will treat you better than me?”

jaemin didn’t know what he was doing, but it felt good. you gulped you felt guilty for liking this. he’s your best friend. you two shouldn’t be acting like this. you shake your head.

“mm... then why do you want him?”

you’re entire body was on fire. this is what you wanted. you wanted jaemins lips on yours forever.

“i don’t.” you confess.

he hums and pushed his lips onto yours. tingles went up and down your body. finally. after years of wanting, he was kissing you. he pulled away.

“is this okay?” he whispered

“yes please keep going.”

he smiled and kissed you again. it was harsh. he bit your lip.

“we should go home.”

you nod.

the air in the car was thick. the 10 minute drive felt like hours.

when you got to his apartment he pushed you against a wall. he kissed down your jaw. he bit the skin and you whined.

he slid your pants down your legs, and brought his hand to your heat. he chuckled.

“you think haechan would make you this wet by kissing you?”

you shake your head.

“say it.”

“no jaemin”

you wiggle in his hand.

“so eager. you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?”

you have. there’s been so many nights you got off thinking about how he would touch you.

he ran his fingers up and down your slit, lubricating his them. he pushed two into you. you moaned. he quickly pumped his fingers

“fuck jaemin.”

“that’s right princess say my name.”

you clenched around his fingers. that was so fucking hot. he was so fucking hot. his eyes were dark and full of want, looking down at you.

“mm you’re close already.”

you nod. he speeds up his fingers.

“you gonna cum?

“yes jaemin please!”

he pulls his fingers out of you. you whine loudly.

“i know baby.”

he leaned into your ear.

“feels empty without me doesn’t it...”

your body erupted in goosebumps.

“... don’t worry princess. i’ll fill you up again.”

his words made you moan. he motioned for you to follow him. you took your pants off all the way and followed him.

“lay down.”

you do so, plopping into his bed facing him. he spits in his hand and jerks himself off until he’s slick enough. he slides into you and moans.

“fuck princess... you’re so tight.”

he slowly thrusts into you, hitting your sensitive spot.

“fuck jaem! feels good!”

you didn’t know if you liked calling him by his nickname while he was fucking you, but something about it made you more excited.

jaemin scoffs.

“already? baby i’m barely even fucking you.”

he picks up the pace, making you whine pathetically.

“you sound so pretty doll.”

you lock eyes.

“just for me right?”

you nod feverishly. he speeds up, fucking you at an ungodly speed. you felt so fucking good.

“think haechan could fuck you like this? make you feel as good as me?”

“no!” you were losing your mind. he was fucking you so good, and you loved it. you loved him.

“fuck princess i’m close.”

you clench around him, signaling you were close too. he goes impossibly faster, you could barely hold in your moans.

“i wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

you moaned loudly.

“that’s it baby.”

jaemin brought his hand down to rub your clit. you whimpered as tears welled up in your eyes. it felt so good it was almost unbearable. you came in seconds.

“fuck.”

after you came down, jaemin kept going. you whined at the sensitivity

“i’m sorry baby i’m almost there.”

with a couple more fast thrusts he released inside you. he pulled out and laid on top of you.

“you’re crushing me.” you groaned.

“suck it up.”

you scoff.

“you’re such a big baby.”

“but your big baby... right?”

your eyes widened.

“i i mean-“

he hummed.

“yeah...”

he giggled and sat up next to you.

“i love you y/n.”

you looked at him. he loved you. this whole time he loved you and you didn’t even notice. you smiled.

“i love you too jaemin.”

he smiled.

“you should totally call me baby.”

he rolled his eyes.

“okay baby”

you grinned.

“what do you want me to call you?”

he thought for a minute, his smile stretching.

“sexy.”

you sighed.

“jaemin i’m not gonna call you sexy.”

“why not. i am aren’t i?”

“yes but i’m not calling you that daily.”

“i think you should.”

“i’ll call you it once a month how’s that?”

he looked at you smugly.

“pay up.”

you rolled your eyes.

“okay sexy.”

///

aaa my first requests please i’m love u. i hope this is what u guys were looking for!! <3

[r--at]

Can you do 18 with Gen z humor 🛀🔥

18: MC with gen z humor

Warnings: Cussing, some dark humor

Lucifer

He would be so annoyed at first.

Would be shook if you talked back to him.

Lucifer: MC...Mammon I swear if you two don't stop I'll-

MC: Bitch I hope the fuck you do, you'd be a damn ass son of a bitch if you tried

Lucifer: . . .

Mammon: . . . Yeah- what they said.

He is just in pure shock because of the amount of audacity one person can hold.

He is going to be so concerned about how many depressing jokes they make.

Super confused and definitely wonders if this is normal fo humans to find this kind of stuff funny.

Some comebacks he may find humorous, he just won't let you feel the power of seeing him amused.

Sometimes he has to power walk back to his room to hold back from laughing.

Mammon

He is also confused and freaked out with all the things they find funny.

He is terrified of them at first with all the things they laugh at, and he's like: did they just laugh when that child fell?

Though the thing that brings him closer to you is probably going to be the fact that not only are you brave enough to talk back to anybody, your talking back is also hilarious.

He'd turn into even more of a headache if your humor rubbed off on him.

Random demon: That's why you're broke, maybe if you learned how to save your mone-

Mammon:

MC: That's why yo mama dead, dead as hell, what money does she have huh? What money does she have in her casket? That's why yo granny ain't got no knees, she can't pray to jesus bitch.

Mammon bullying is not tolerated over here.

Oh you thought he was clingy? Well now you have the sin of greed clinging to your legs whenever he gets into trouble.

Leviathan

Yes yes yes

Someone that shares at least, close enough, his own humor.

Meme spamming, just randomly throughout the day you'll just spam eachother with memes.

Joke about each others mental illnesses together, perfect bonding time.

I can see you two yelling that yeet skrt song.

Levi:Yeet

MC:Yeet skrt

Levi:Yeet Yeet

MC:Skrt

Levi:Skrt skrt

MC:Roll up

Levi:Yeet

MC:Drop that

Levi:Yeet

MC:Skrt that

Levi:Pop that

MC:Aye Aye

Levi:Aye Aye

MC: You never loved me mom, but I needed you ~woah~

Satan

Definitely thinks you are a headache at first.

Would start to like you after seeing you talk back to Lucifer.

Would definitely invite you to prank Lucifer.

Your bonding time consists of roasting Lucifer or just random demons you dont like.

Satan: *calling Lucifer*

MC:

Lucifer: Yes?

Satan: *nods to MC*

MC: This is for Lucifer, you big fat, white nasty, smelling fat bitch

Why you took me off the motherfuking schedule with your trifling dirty white racist ass big fat bitch

And maluma body ass bitch.

Asmodeus

This is fine. This is fine. Did you just laugh after running into that door and getting a bloody nose?

Asmo....You just....Concern him.

But he will still hang around you because, bad bitch energy.

Will hype you up if you are arguing with a random demon again.

MC: You can't kill me, I'm a bad bitch.

Lucifer:

Asmo: Yes queen!

The jokes about trauma and darker, depressing stuff however, he is just kinda awkwardly laughing to play along because he doesn't know what to do.

Beelzebub

After every single bad or depressing joke you make about yourself, you will recieve a hug. You can't refuse.

Highly concerned about why you are laughing at such weird things...didn't you nearly fall down the stairs a second ago?

Will definitely watch over you like you are a child, to make sure you dont hurt yourself.

No offing yourself jokes tolerated in this facility.

MC: Y'know if I ate 480 bananas I wouldn't have to worry about doing my homework.

Beel: ..Why's that?

MC: I'd be dead.

Beel: Don't you do it.

And that's why the House of Lamentation ran out of bananas, and why Beel will no longer let you near them.

Belphegor

Just don't exsist too loudly, he has to get his hundreds of depression naps in.

Wouldn't mind you at first, unless he heard you laughing too loud.

10/10 Would drag you into some prank involving Lucifer as the victim.

Would probably joke about murder or mental illnesses with you.

But don't worry he wouldn't actually murder you. Or well, he wouldn't again.

MC: Hey Lucifer, what's red and bad for your teeth?

Lucifer: *sigh*

Lucifer: What?

MC: A brick.

Belphie: This is a threat.

Belphie will make sure you two leave Lucifer with an even worse headache than before.

Diavolo

This is okay, this is fine, this is normal, wait- was that supposed to be funny?

So confused.

Never knew humans could find such odd things so humorous.

Bad bitch? What's that? Definitely ended up asking Lucifer or Barbatos about it.

What in the chaotic energy is this.

Diavolo: And then they laughed...

Barbatos: MC laughed after having a breakdown about her grades?

Barbatos: That's not that bad.

Diavolo: I think I heard her say she wanted to kill herself...and then laughed again...

Barbatos:. . . Oh

Barbatos

Keep a straight face. Keep a straight face.

It's just some of the things you say make him internally die of laughter, not like you could tell.

He is slightly concerned when you start banging your head against the desk, or the wall, when you recieve your test grades back.

Solomon: You are so easy to piss off

MC: And you're so easy to make insecure, wait until I tell you about your big ass of a-

Barbatos:

Barbatos: *Internally wheezing*

On the outside he doesn't have much to any reaction to anything you say, but sometimes on the inside he is trying so hard to keep himself from laughing.

Solomon

He understands your humor...but sometimes its just... its...so random.

He's kinda just like wondering if he should get you to a therapist when you go back.

Asmo: And then he told me that pink just didn't fit me. Can you believe that!?

Solomon: Well-

MC: The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

How have you not died? Just how.

With how much he see's you going off on people its just a wonder.

Simeon

This isn't funny MC-

Making fun of yourself is not okay.

Super confused on how you find literally any of this funny.

MC, you can do better, go read the bible, your humor needs it.

MC: look at this bitch. So gross. How do you live with yourself. Your life is a mess. Go see a therapist. You need some antidepressants or something!?

Simeon: Um..MC...That's your reflection.

MC: Chile anyways-

Hey, hey, hey no offing yourself jokes MC, this isn't funny, this isn't okay, no. No. No. Stop it.

Probably contemplates taking you to church at least five times a day.

Luke

Why're you laughing.

Please stop. This isn't funny MC.

Never watches horror movies with you. Ever.

MC this isn't supposed to be funny- why're you laughing after someone told you to burn in hell?

So concerned, scared, and confused.

Luke: MC- this isn't supposed to be funny?

Luke: Why are we watching this?

MC: Did you- *wheeze* Did you see the way that bitch just tripped while trying to run away?

No more horror movies, and no more unsolved murder documentaries for you MC.

[jarvisisbetterthansiri]

Only Human - Aftermath

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader + some Tony Stark x Pepper Potts Word count: 1520 Description: Reader and Tony deal with the aftermath of sleeping together when he was engaged to Pepper. How will they deal with the guilt, and more importantly, the feelings for eachother? Warnings: *SFW* Angst, super angst, a lil bit of fluff, soft!reader + conflicted!Tony 

A/N: This is a sequel to Only Human (which is a smutty sex pollen fic, click here) but it can be read alone if you just want some good ole angst

---

The room is silent apart from the sounds of heavy breathing slowing to normal. 

Tony lets an arm drape over your body, an action that should be comforting, but then you feel it.

Warm metal on your skin. A ring, his ring, his engagement ring. The guilt comes then, and he feels you freeze, tears falling onto his chest.

What have you done?

---

Tony watched you stiffen, before scurrying away from him as if his touch burned you. 

He sits up slowly, scratching at his beard, guilt settling in his chest. Shrugging it off, he weighs his options. He could pretend it never happened - but he couldn’t do that to Pep, one look at her face and he knew he’s crack. He held too much respect for her. 

And then there’s you; the girl who managed to still get his coffee order wrong, the girl who would cover her face when she giggled at his ‘dad jokes’, the girl who looked into his eyes with the same adoration Pepper once had. 

The girl who had scurried away from the room with her blouse buttoned up all wrong, hair a tangled mess, mascara smudged below her eyes, clearly holding back tears. 

Tears because of him. --- Everything you ever wanted had happened. But...you didn’t want it like this. Yes, you had a crush on your boss. Yes, you daydreamed about what it would be like to be with him, just once.

But that was just a daydream. And the reality wasn’t something you were ever expecting to feel. You react the scene in your mind over and over, feeling the ache in your chest dig deeper each time. Then you feel the metal on your skin and it’s all you can do not to scream.

Homewrecker. That’s what you are. 

You wish you could just go back in time and do things differently. But you couldn’t, there was no way to make this better. An image of Miss Potts teaching you how to use the software on your computer flashes in your mind.

God, she was such a nice woman. And what had you done? Slept with her fiance.

You scrub your skin in the shower until it’s raw and painful. But you can still smell him, taste him. And you still want him.

---

Telling Pepper had gone as well as expected. Which was, understandably, not very well at all.

As soon as the words had left his mouth, she looked into his eyes, as if looking for a sign he was joking. And while Tony knew she wasn’t one to throw things or scream, he almost thought that would be better. Anything would be better than this.

One second passes. Two seconds. Three seconds. He feels her stare eat away at him, burning through his chest. Those glassy blue eyes hitting him like a sledgehammer.

“Are you even listening to me?” 

“I’m listening, Tony,” there’s a hint of vulnerability to her voice that he’s not used to, and it hurts more than he thought it would. “What do you want me to say?” He grimaces, “Anything.”

Then he moves closer to the woman he loves, sighing when she rejects his touch, “Say anything. Do anything. Just don’t take it out on-”

“Don’t say her name,” Pepper cuts him off, suddenly back to being cold, her guard up, no trace at all that she had been close to tears only moments ago. “Don’t you dare Tony.” 

Her face is harsh, and Tony can see the fine lines settling around her eyes. She was blaming you for this. 

Of course, it was blatantly obvious you’d developed a slight crush, but you were no seductress. If anything, he initiated it.

No. This wasn’t on you, it was on him - Tony folds his arms, “I mean it Pepper.”

“I have a right to be angry,” her voice is softer than his.

“At me,” he starts, desperately grabbing at her arms, urging her to look at him, “Not at her, she didn’t-”

“She slept with my fiance!”

“You know for a fucking fact it’s not like that!” Tony reacts before he can think, and regrets his tone instantly. 

The dam breaks and tears are now flowing hastily down Pepper’s cheeks, freckled face turning an ugly red. Tony wants to brush away the tears, whisper an apology, but she takes a shaky breath and steps away from his grip, “I can’t do this. You’re shouting at me, like it’s my fault you cheated.”

“Pep I’m sorry,” the pet name feels like barbed wire on his tongue, “I’m sorry. I just - I don’t know how we fix this.”

“Fire her.”

He shakes his head, “Pepper-”

“Move her to another office, Tony. And we can try to move past-”

“Please don’t do this,” now he’s the one pleading, searching in her eyes only to find hatred staring back at him.

But that’s all that she needs to hear, and all of the emotions catch up to her at once. Anger. Betrayal. A hint of jealousy. But more than anything, hurt. “You’re doing this, not me.”

Then without so much of a goodbye, Tony finds himself outside of his own home, with one expensive, shiny ring closed in his palm. And then he’s gone, walking away from the home he built with the woman he thought he’d spend the rest of his life with. 

---

Tony watches you through the glass door of his office; shoulders hunched, head hung low as you type at your desk. You’d handed in your resignation earlier in the day, before he arrived. There’s an atmosphere thick enough to choke on when you knock gently at his door.

“Your coffee,” you mumble, scurrying to place it on the table and leave as fast as you can.

“Y/N-”

“Mr Stark, please don’t,” you wave off any sparks of a conversation, and walk away, only to be followed.

Tony knows he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t run after you, he shouldn’t talk to you so soon after breaking it off with Pepper, and he definitely shouldn’t do this in a public office. But he couldn’t stand to see you so miserable, blaming yourself, too scared to even look at him, “Listen to me, you’re not leaving.”

“I have to,” you manage out, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in an attempt to stop from crying. God, you felt so stupid.

“Not over this. You can't let one mistake ruin your life.”

Mistake. Your hands tremble when the word leaves his mouth. That’s what it was to him, a mistake. “I can’t stay here. Pepper…” You trail off, voice thin and distant.

“Pepper already knows,” he sighs, “Look, this isn’t your fault.”

“It is,” you cry, louder than you anticipated. You feel the burning of your coworkers stares. Quieter, you breathe, “I was...it’s my fault. And I have to live with that, every day, and I feel horrible. I’m a bad person..”

Tony is startled by how distressed you look, and he places a hand on your shoulder, replacing it as soon as you shrug it off, not caring if people see. “No. You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.”

“Please don’t be nice to me,” you almost beg, any composure gone at this point. This kind of attention was something you’d craved for as long as you’d known Tony. But not like this. You weren’t supposed to be some kind of homewrecker. But one look into Tony’s eyes has your breathing laboured, heart hammering in your chest. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” Tony feels unnaturally weak when he pulls you closer to his body, arms wrapping around your frame. 

Ever aware of your audience, you struggle against him. No, you shouldn’t...you didn’t deserve to be hugged. Tears spring to your eyes and a sob leaves your mouth before you can stop it, “You shouldn’t…”

“I don’t care. I don’t regret what happened,” he exhales shakily, trying to calm his anxiety when you look up at him, pouty lips pulled downward in confusion.

And fuck how he wants to kiss those lips.

He refrains, closely watching your expression, “Do you? If things were different, would you do it again?”

A gasp, but no answer. Tony brings a hand to your cheek, thumb gliding towards your lip, “Sweetie?”

“I would,” you whisper, ignoring every inch of your body telling you to lie. You don’t want to lie. You want him, despite the shame.

And fuck if Tony didn’t want you. He wanted you when you laughed too loudly at his bad puns. He wanted you when you were coming undone against his body. He wanted you when you were crying into his chest. He wanted you completely.

He wanted to be with you, to kiss you. So he does. He leans in gently and places his lips to your own in a soft kind of passion that has you reaching for his shoulders to stable yourself. But you push away, remembering your setting, only too late.

Murmurs. Shocked whispers. Clicks of cameras. And one very unmistakable strawberry head of hair hurrying out of the offices.

---

A/N: Lol, idk if that was trash, but bon apetit, hope you enjoy

[thegryffindorprincess]

Twin Size Mattress//Draco Malfoy x Reader

She hopes I'm cursed forever to Sleep on a twin-sized mattress In somebody's attic or basement my whole life Never graduating up in size to add another And my nightmares will have nightmares every night Oh, every night, every night

A/N: Based off of ‘Twin Size Mattress’ by The Front Bottoms. So this song is one of my absolute favourites and I think it’s so sad dude. However I thought this would make such a beautifully sad draco x reader. Just to let you know: requests are open, I have a new Draco series coming & a Lucius imagine out super soon! Anyway enjoy!

Set: Golden Trio era into Post War

Word Count:1,989

Warnings: honestly so much sadness bro 

This is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames Of my friends bodies When the flood water comes, it ain't gonna be clear It's gonna look like mud

But I will help you swim I will help you swim I'm gonna help you swim

To Draco, she was a roaring lion with a mane of perfect hair and a will stronger than anybody else’s. He’d noticed her long before she’d noticed him. He watched her as she got weaker throughout the years, the darker the wizarding world got. She was a muggle born, so he guessed this was a hell worse than she’d ever expected to experience. Y/N’s body became weaker over time and the lion like prowess stopped as Draco looked after her from afar. She stayed too close to Hermione for him to ever speak to her. But he wanted to. He got to one night, when he was taking a late night stroll around the grounds to clear his mind in his fifth year. Dumbledores army had just arrived back to the castle, Harry had met Voldermort again, this time at the Ministry and everyone was scared. That’s when he saw her standing on the edge of the Black Lake, swaying on her heels. He’d approached quietly, playing with his hair as he came closer. When she saw him she flashed him a gentle smile. Draco finally plucked up the courage to stand next to her. He flicked his wand so that a gentle, silver glow lit the river bank. Y/N looked up at him through her thick eyelashes.

“Are you scared Draco?” She asked gently. They’d never spoken, but she laid her head on his shoulder then as if they’d been friends for years. He raised his hand to her head and gently played with Y/N’s hair, thinking of an answer.

“I’ll protect you.” Was all he said as they stood there together in peace. “I will protect you with everything I have.” She shuffled closer to him then.

“The floodwaters coming Draco...” She huffed as she looked at the water in front of them. He took her further into his arms and kissed her forehead.

“I will help you swim.” 

This is for the snakes and the people they bite For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights For the warning signs I've completely ignored There's an amount to take, reasons to take more

They’d decided to be together after that night, in a secretive way, but still devoted. He’d snuck out of the manor at least three times a week so she could show him muggle London in the summer holidays. Draco adored the time he spent with her, but in the back of his mind he knew it was coming to an end. You see, unlike Y/N, a beautiful lioness, Draco was a snake. In the recent months, things were becoming darker. Instead of running away though, he was losing any shred of bravery he had left. He was friends with all the wrong people. Back at Hogwarts, he sat at the Slytherin house table, the dark mark he’d acquired burning under neath his robes, he looked over to her. Drowning out the conversations of his friends about mud bloods, he watched Y/N laugh with Harry, Ron and Hermione as they sat huddled together and it stung. Why couldn’t he be like them? 

Draco cuddled her to him as they lay in bed, thoughts of what he had to do swirling through his head. Y/N was peacefully asleep, while he lay wide awake. He was wearing long sleeved pyjamas even in the heat as he couldn’t let her see what he’d done. As he lay looking down at the girl, he thought about all the warning signs at home he’d ignored, he should’ve prepared for this war, got away, joined the order, moved as far away as possible. That was all just dreams now. His mistakes were piling up on top of each other and he couldn’t take anymore. Draco kissed her head as he jumped out of bed, sliding out of the room silently, praising merlin that his girl was a heavy sleeper. He made his way out into the corridor towards the room of requirement. 

It's no big surprise you turned out this way When they close their eyes and prayed you would change And they cut your hair, and sent you away You stopped by my house the night you escaped With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay You said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!"

Y/N awoke to screaming in the halls. She slipped unnoticeably out of the Slytherin common room, getting lost in the crowds. Hermione appeared then next to her, concern spread across her features. She pulled Y/N with her as they jogged out into the courtyard. Hermione and her pushed to the front. There lay Dumbledore, dead. Harry was bent over his body sobbing, his shoulders heaving as he held his hand. The school raised their wands to the sky, Draco was no where to be seen. People began to leave then, one by one going back to their common rooms, until the four of them were left.

“This was Draco.” Harry spat. Y/N looked at him in slight shock, struggling to regain composure. “He let them in. He’s one of them. He has the mark. Snape had to kill Dumbledore to save Draco. This is his fault.” Rage began to sore through Y/N’s body. She briefly dropped to the ground to give Harry a hug, before getting up and leaving the three be. She ran, as fast as her legs would carry her, up to the Owlery tower. She stood on the edge for ages, bent over in agony. She never thought she could hate him, but he’d proved her wrong. Y/N was knocked out of her thoughts by a familiar hand on her shoulder. Draco smiled down at her, tears brimming in his eyes. She simply shrugged him off.

“Show me it.” She demanded, crossing her arms and standing opposite. He looked at her wide eyed. “Show me it, now.” Draco took a deep breathe and began to roll up his sleeve, showing her the mark that adorned his pale flesh. She scowled at it. “It’s no big surprise you turned out this way, really.” She whispered at nobody in particular. Draco stayed silent, pulling down his sleeve again, hiding the mark once more. “I just prayed you would change sides.” Y/N looked at him now. He guiltily stared at his feet. “Did you escape?” She asked gently, watching how he nodded so slowly it felt like it might of not happened. “Are you going to fight against the school?” She asked, her tone emotionless. He nodded again, looking up at her with big, sensitive eyes. Y/N glared at him, and turned on her heal to walk away. Draco, with tears in his eyes went to chase her. 

“Stay?” He begged, droplets of water rolling down his cheeks. Y/N turned to him, placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and shook her head.

“Hey man, I love you.” Draco looked up a little eagerly, but was met with her pained face walking away from him once more. “But no fucking way.” She spat. 

This is for the lake that me and my friends swim in Naked and dumb on a drunken night But it should've felt good, but I can hear the Jaws theme song On repeat in the back of my mind

The war was over. The right side had won. Draco’s family had all charges against them dropped. He should be happy, he thought to himself as he stood by the side of the large river in front of him, Blaise and Pansy splashing eachother already swimming. Draco stripped from his clothes and dived into the cold water. He felt alive for the first time in a few years. The group swam together, laughing, all of them naked. The water felt so relaxing over his skin as he sunk deeper into the river. But still, in the back of his mind he knew something was still wrong. It was on repeat, the sense of loneliness, which he tried to push away. That was the moment he decided to start to drink. Everyday. To feel alive again. 

Make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face There are lessons to be learned Consequences for all the stupid things I say And it is no big surprise you turned out this way The spark in your eyes, The look on your face I will not be late

He’d passed out again. It was only three pm, but he was laid on his sofa in his flat, eyes closed. They fluttered open at the sound of ringing. Draco flung his arm to reach for his phone. The number was unknown. He groaned, before swiping and answering.

“Who is this?” He snapped down the line.

“Jesus Draco,” A familiar voice spoke, “kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face.” The sentenced ended with a slight tone of amusement. Draco’s heart began to flutter as he realised it was Y/N. 

“Lesson learnt.” He groaned. “I’ll take the consequences for all the stupid things I say.” She laughed gently.

“Are you drunk?” She asked quietly. Draco nervously paused. 

“Yeah...” Draco whispered. Y/N sighed.

“It’s no big surprise you turned out this way.” The words stung as Draco remembered the last time she’d used them. “Anyway, do you want to see me? It would be nice to see you. I’ve missed the sparks in your eyes and the look on your face when you see me.” Draco swallowed loudly. 

“Please,” He sighed, “I will not be late.” 

I wanna contribute to the chaos I don't wanna watch and then complain 'Cause I am through finding blame That is the decision that I have made

Draco staggered into the bar. He knew he’d fucked up before he’d seen the disappointment painted on her face. His breath stank of fire whiskey, his clothes were dirty and he could barely walk. He sat down opposite her, and she simply blankly stared back. He’d gotten nervous. He’d contributed to the chaos in his brain by poisoning himself. He didn’t want to watch himself be lonely just to complain. 

“Am I to blame for this then?” Y/N spat at him as he swayed in his seat. She looked beautiful Draco thought, absolutely radiant. Draco simply shrugged as she asked. They sat in silence for a while, taking eachother in. 

“I’m about to be made homeless.” Draco said, with a slight laugh to his tone. He decided to laugh so he didn’t cry. She just stared back at him.

“I’m going.” She announced breaking the silence. “I’m not letting you ruin my life again, i’ve decided.” And Y/N left Draco sitting alone. 

She hopes I'm cursed forever to Sleep on a twin-sized mattress In somebody's attic or basement my whole life Never graduating up in size to add another And my nightmares will have nightmares every night Oh, every night, every night

Draco laid on the mattress on Blaise’s floor. He stared at the ceiling as his girlfriend Astoria laid next to him asleep. He wondered what Y/N was thinking about. Probably the fact he deserved this. To not have a permanent home. He clung to himself. He didn’t want to sleep. Draco knew when he did his nightmares would get worse. His nightmares had become so violent, he thought his own nightmares were having nightmares. And that’s where he’d stay. On his twin sized mattress he used to share with her, just now without her warmth. And that was how it would be. Every night of his life. 

[slytherinbangchan]

Tattoo Artist! Felix x Fem chubby reader.

-Tattoo!Artist Changbin

-Tattoo artist!Hyunjin

-Tattoo artist!Bangchan

Tattoo Artist!Jisung -Tattoo artist!Woojin

-Fuckboy!Minho

Warnings: Mature (dry humping)

-'You idiot, your client is waiting for you'. You shout looking at the staff room on the back of the store. 'Excuse him, he's pooping'. You tell the girl waiting at the counter.

-'I'm not'. He says as he rushes over there. 'Stop telling my clients that'. He laughs.

-A half smile on your face as you keep drawing not minding him.

-He hits your arm softly and scoffs with a smile on before guiding his client to the tattoo chair.

-'Ok, would you stop flirting?'

-You look up to see Seungmin's face as he leans over the counter.

-You scoff as you smile. 'I'm not flirting with Felix'.

-'Sure'.

-That devilish smile.

-'You know you're more my type than he is, right?'

-'Should I kiss you then?' He asks still with that smile on.

-You chuckle. 'Ew, just go work on your designs'. You say as you push him away.

-He chuckles as he leaves to his work table.

-Your eyes drift meeting Felix's and you chuckle as he makes some faces at you. 'Idiot' you mumble and he just smiles before going back to work.

-He's cute when he does that.

-It's a quiet morning in the shop.

-You cleaned your schedule up so you could spend some time on new designs so you're just kinda chilling.

-You see a hand stealing your coffee and you look up to see Felix taking a sip.

-'Again?' You ask.

-'What? I was working so hard just now'. He smiles.

-'I asked earlier if you wanted me to bring you something when I went for mine'. You chuckle.

-'Well, yeah but it tastes better this way'. He winks at you and you roll your eyes.

-'It's mine'. You say as you steal your cup back from his hands.

-He chuckles and ruffles your hair. 'Yeeah, understood'.

-Stupid Felix. Always messing with you like that.

-You can see your bestie Seungmin looking at you from the distance.

-You can practically read his mind. Is like there's a billboard over his head saying 'FLIRTING AGAIN?'

-But you're not flirting with Felix.

-You've been friends like that for a while now.

-He just likes to mess with you and you don't mind messing with him back.

-Some of his art covers part of your body and some of your art covers part of his.

-But the same thing goes for Seungmin.

-After all you're all tattooists.

-And anyway even if you two were flirting is not like it was romantically, right?

-Right?

-'So, wanna go grab some lunch?' Felix asks. 'I didn't bring anything'.

-'Oh, sure. I'll tell Seungmin too'.

-'Ah, okay. Sure... Then go get him and we can leave'. He smiles as you collect your drawings and keep them in a folder.

-You check your schedule as you all wait for the food.

-'Are we still playing later?' Seungmin asks Felix.

-'Of course. We should play LoL tonight though so this idiot can join us'. He says poking your arm.

-'Don't worry about me. I don't feel like playing tonight. I think I'll watch a movie or something'. You distractedly say as you keep looking at your appointments.

-'Party pooper'. Seungmin says as he chuckles.

-'What? I'm so tired and once we start playing we won't stop. I need sleep'. You chuckle.

-'Ok then it's just us two'. Seungmin says and Felix just nods.

-The rest of the day just go by as normally as ever.

-You got a couple appointments in the afternoon for big and complicated tattoos so you end up even more tired.

-Your phone buzzes as you get out the shower.

-'You idiot, Seungmin ditched me too. Now I have to play alone'.

-'How is that my fault?😂' You text Felix back.

-'Idk but it is'.

-'Ok then lol'.

-'Just log in and join my teaaam🥺'.

-'I can't I'm meeting my friends after all'.

-'Oh, so you can go out but you can't join me on the summoner's rift cause you're so tired'.

-You chuckle as you look at your phone. '😂 Yep, sorry. Have fun tho😜'.

-'Sure... Don't drink too much huh? You owe me a game tomorrow'.

-'Yeeah~'.

-It's been a while since you last went out.

-Felix goes out a lot though.

-A bunch of his clients ask him out or invite him to parties.

-He's really popular even if he's kinda shy at first.

-But lately he's been staying home playing games with you and Seungmin.

-And it's fun but sometimes you'd spend almost all night playing.

-Normally when Seungmin goes to bed you leave too.

-You think it'd be kinda awkward staying in game just with Felix.

-He doesn't talk a lot while playing and you like to joke around and comment on everything so yeah.

-Anyway he has other friends to play with. He doesn't actually need you.

-Your friends pick you up when you're ready.

-'So whose party is this?' You ask them as you get in the car.

-'I don't know, some guy from work'. One of them says.

-'Huh... Some cute guy that I should know of?'

-'Nah. I hope he invited some friends from out of work though'.

-You sigh and honestly expect for the worst.

-It's not the first time your friends drag you into one of their coworker's party.

-And parties like that are never that fun.

-When you get there it doesn't seem bad.

-Music is nice and there's a bunch of people.

-'Hey y/n look at that guy, he's kinda cute huh?' Your friend says.

-You try to find the person she's pointing at.

-Then you see the guy but he's not facing you.

-You squeeze your eyes in a stupid attempt to see him better. 'He does look good... I think'.

-'See? I knew you'd like him. Also his friend is cute too. Let's go say hi'.

-As she drags you towards the guy you start recognizing him.

-But your brain seems unable to link concepts.

-Only when you have him right in front of you, you fully realize he's actually there.

-Your friend pokes his shoulder and he turns around.

-'Hey'. She says. 'Are you guys friends with Donhyuck?'

-He chuckles as he sees you and you do the same but neither of you say anything about it yet.

-'Nah, I'm just his tattooist and this is a friend of mine'. He says pointing at the guy next to him.

-'Hi, I'm Jeongin'. The other guy says.

-'Oh, you're tattooists? My friend is a tattooist too'. She says pointing at you.

-You chuckle again. 'I think they know'. You tell your friend.

-'Ah really? Is that a tattooist thing? You all know eachother?' She asks.

-You all chuckle. 'Seriously? You don't know who this is? You've been to my shop right?'

-She looks at them for a moment and then opens her mouth. 'Felix??' She asks. 'Omg you fucking changed a lot since last time I saw you'.

-He chuckles. 'It can't be that much'.

-'It is. What the fuck you're super hot now'.

-You laugh and hit her softly. 'Don't tell him that. He has enough people drooling over him already'.

-She kinda ignores you and keeps talking to the guys. 'We totally thought you were just two hot guys and we came here to-' But you stop her.

-'Yeah well why don't we go for a drink now?' You ask her.

-'It's ok, I'll go. You stay here' She says.

-'What? Why?' You ask but she's already gone.

-'I'm going for another drink too'. Jeongin says, leaving you alone with Felix.

-'What are you doing here?' You ask directly. 'Thought you were playing tonight'.

-'Yeah all my friends were busy so...'

-'Can't play alone huh?'

-'I can. I just rather not'.

-'You miss me that bad?' You joke.

-'Well, you're the one who appeared in a party where I already was. So who was missing who?' He chuckles.

-'I didn't even know you were here. I thought you were at home playing'. You laugh.

-'Hey Felix, you like fat chicks now?' Some guy says as he walks by.

-Felix turns around to see who said that. 'Fuck off'. He says then he looks back at you to keep chatting.

-'Ah... I'm gonna go check on my friend. She always forget what drink I like'. You say, kinda awkwardly and leave before he can say anything.

-It's funny how sometimes someone can ruin your night just like that.

-Normally you would have shout something back at that rude guy or whatever.

-But for some reason tonight that guy caught you with your guard down.

-Maybe cause he said it right in front of Felix.

-Like it shouldn't be a problem but it is.

-Cause it's not the first time someone has looked at you weirdly or laughed after seeing you with Felix.

-And you can pretend it didn't happen only a limited amount of times before starting feeling like shit about it.

-You know Felix is cute and handsome and hot. You know.

-And maybe for certain people you're not.

-You also know some people is just mean sometimes.

-But could they stop reminding you that even if you don't like him you wouldn't stand a chance if you did anyway?

-You find your friend at the drinks table.

-'I'm sorry I forgot what you like'. She says.

-'Yeah I thought so. It's ok. I think I'm leaving'.

-'What? No way! You live too far away'.

-'It's fine. I'll just take the bus'.

-'Whyy? Just stay pleasee. For a bit? It'll be fun. I promise'.

-You sigh and pour a drink for yourself. 'Ok, just a bit'.

-'Did you know Felix is super popular? I heard so many people talking about him in so little time just now'. She says.

-'Yeah, even guys like him so much'. You say.

-'Yeah? Why don't you ask him out on a date or something?'

-You chuckle. 'Are you crazy?'

-'You don't like him?'

-'What do you mean? He's my coworker'.

-'Yeah and he's fucking hot?'

-'So? I haven't even think about it. There's no way he'll waste his time in someone like me anyway'.

-'Why not? You're amazing'.

-'And fat'.

-Your friend stares at you with a suspicious look. 'Where is this coming from? I thought you weren't insecure like that anymore'.

-You sigh loudly. 'Yeah, but sometimes is hard'.

-'Ok, I get that but honestly I don't think Felix would care about something like your weight at all'.

-You chuckle. 'You barely know him'.

-She chuckles too. 'Ok, but am I wrong? Do you think otherwise?'

-'I don't know. I'm pretty much confused now'.

-'Well, ok. Let's focus on another thing for tonight then'. She says as she grabs your hand. 'Let's find something fun to do'.

-You follow her around and keep drinking.

-It doesn't get fun at all at that party but you're kinda drunk now so it's not that bad.

-The guy who said that thing to Felix left the party at some point.

-That fact and the alcohol makes you feel more relaxed.

-You can see Jeongin and Felix from there talking to some girls.

-Well, it seems more like the girls are doing all the talking.

-Not like you care.

-You sigh slightly annoyed and look away.

-There's a bunch of people sitting on the floor and your friends want to go check what the hell they're doing.

-'Ah! You entered the circle you must stay'. Some guy says.

-'What?' You ask.

-'It's the rule'. He says.

-'Uh... Okay? What is this about though?'

-'We're playing 7 minutes in heaven'.

-'Really?? Are we in high school or?'

-Your friend chuckles at your reaction and makes you sit.

-'What is this?' Felix asks as he's pushed into the circle by some of the girls who were talking to him earlier.

-'Ok, you all can sit but that's it. Let's start the game'. The guy says.

-Felix looks as confused as you were a minute ago but he sits down.

-He also looks kinda drunk.

-You don't know almost anybody else in that circle. It's going to be awkward if the bottle points at you at some point.

-So you're kinda praying that's not the case.

-And it works at first.

-You just keep drinking and laughing about other people being put together in a tiny room for 7 minutes.

-And how some of them are pissed about their partner and others have not enought time for kissing or whatever.

-So you forget about the bottle for a minute.

-Then realize everyone is looking at you.

-'What?' You ask.

-'It's your turn y/n. He's waiting for you, c'mon'. Your friend whispers to you.

-You look up and Felix is offering his hand to help you up.

-So nice of him to help you like that.

-You hold it without thinking about it too much.

-So dizzy you almost fall.

-You hear someone mumble. 'So lucky'.

-'Who am I getting in this room with? I wasn't really paying attention'. You whisper to Felix and he chuckles.

-'Me'.

-You feel some butterflies in your stomach but just keep walking to the room.

-Some guy opens the door for you and you get in.

-It's a very tiny guest room with a bed and not much more.

-'I'm sorry you got stuck with me'. You say. 'Don't worry. I'll tell everyone nothing happened when we are out of here'.

-He scoffs. 'So you're just rejecting me like that?'

-What is he talking about?

-'Not funny'. You say as you sit on the bed.

-He sits right besides you. 'Why are you mad at me?'

-'I'm not. Actually this is the less mad I've been in this party'.

-He laughs. 'Glad I make you feel good then'.

-'Yeah, you do'. You say looking at him. He's looking down at the bed.

-Then you feel the warmth of his hands over yours.

-'What are you doing?' You ask and he chuckles.

-'I don't know. I'm kinda drunk and your hands looked so soft. I wanted to touch them'.

-You smile. 'Weirdo'.

-'Shut up, I'm not'. He pushes you with his shoulder but doesn't let your hands go.

-His smile is so precious. Wonder how you didn't notice before.

-'You know you owe me a game right?' He says. His fingers laced with yours now.

-'Yeeah I know...' You chuckle. 'We need Seungmin though I can't play with you alone. You're so quiet'.

-'What? Really?'

-'Yeah I think it'd be awkward just the two of us. Oh god... I'm sorry I'm drunk confessing about my awkward feelings when we are in a call alone'. You can't stop your words but he's chuckling so it's ok.

-'I knew it was weird you always leave when Seungmin does'. He laughs.

-'I'm so sorry Felix'. You laugh.

-'It's fine. We'll play alone next time. So you'll see it doesn’t have to be awkward'.

-'Oh god it'll totally be'.

-'It won't you idiot. We can be in a call alone. We're alone now'.

-As soon as he says that something moves inside of you.

-You look at him in the eyes then look at his lips.

-He smiles and leans a bit over you.

-Your heart racing all of a sudden.

-What is happening??

-He's so fucking close now.

-He's stopped just 2cm away from your lips.

-You're blushing.

-'Can I kiss you?' He asks almost in a whisper.

-You blush even harder. 'W-wha..?'

-'Ok, guys time's up'. The guy controlling the game says as he opens the door startling you a bit.

-Felix closes his eyes and scrunches his nose silently annoyed at the guy's timing.

-'Oh... Okay'. You tell the guy as you stand to walk out.

-Felix follows you to the living room and you both sit down in the circle again.

-Luckily that spinning bottle forgets about you two for the rest of the party.

-You practically pass out when you get home.

-And when you wake up next day you hardly remember anything at first.

-Then you see the texts on your phone.

-'Girl, you better tell me what happened last night with you and Felix as soon as you wake up you hear me??'

-That's one of your friends.

-'What are you talking about?' You text her back.

-'You fell asleep in my car and never told us what happened when you were alone with him'.

-'Yeah, probably nothing happened. I don't remember much anyway'.

-You look at the time in your phone. 'Shit. I'm late, bye'. You text her before running to the shower.

-When you get to the studio only Seungmin is there with a client.

-And your morning client just re-scheduled their appointment when you were on your way to the shop so now you can relax a bit.

-After some minutes a guy appears asking for Felix but he's not around yet.

-'Can you call him?' Seungmin asks you. 'He must have fallen asleep or something'.

-'Oh... Ok...' You take a deep breath before dialing.

-You feel nervous but you can't remember why.

-He asnwers the phone after a while. 'y/n?'

-Wow, that husky sleepy voice.

-Heart beating so fast.

-'Felix, are you okay? There's a client here waiting for you'.

-You hear some noise like stuff falling. 'Fuck'. He says. Sounds like he hit himself.

-'Felix...?'

-'Yeah, sorry I'll be there in a minute'. He says then he hangs up.

-You apologize to the client and ask him to wait for a bit.

-Sooner than later Felix appears in the studio.

-Your heart skips a beat as you see him in the same clothes as last night. He must've slept in them.

-His hair all messy.

-'Hi, sorry'. He apologizes and runs to his client not giving you any time to say hi back.

-You're working on your desings again but this time your eyes drift to Felix more often.

-Feeling your heart beating faster just at the sight of him.

-He's too focused to look back at you though. He really must feel bad for making his client wait for him.

-He has dark circles under his eyes. You wonder how much sleep he actually got.

-You don't talk a lot during the day.

-You both just focus on your work.

-Personally you just want the day to end so you can go back home and get some sleep.

-After your last client Felix finally aproaches you.

-'Hey...' He looks really tired too. 'I know you must be exhausted but this friend is coming home to watch a movie. Would you join us?'

-'Why?' You ask without thinking. 'I mean, aren't you tired too?'

-'Yeah...' He says as he scratches his neck. 'Would you still come though?'

-You feel butterflies as you hear the softer tone in his voice. Triggering some memories from last night.

-Your cheeks getting pink as you remember.

-He almost kissed you while you were in that room.

-'y/n?? It's okay if you'd rather go home and rest'.

-'No, I'll go with you'.

-He smiles so big. 'Nice. I'm ready to go whenever you're ready'.

-Huh.

-What is this?

-This is weird right?

-Like, you're both so tired why are you doing this?

-Why is your body just moving and reacting before you can even think.

-Maybe you're so tired you're on automatic mode now.

-You walk alongside him in silence.

-Ah, he looks nice with the red hair and that beanie.

-He looks at you and smiles as he catches you staring.

-You blush lightly but smile back.

-Ah, his nose so cute with the freckles...

-Wish you could gently bite his nose.

-Or hold him to fight the cold as he sweetely leaves a kiss on the top of your head.

-Huh... That’s weird.

-Why would you think about stuff like that?

-Your heart skipping a beat as you think about it.

-Ahh... So you like Felix now...

-You sigh.

-You blame your friend for getting into your head.

-You were so convinced you wouldn't fall for this guy.

-And it was hard to resist cause he's so sweet.

-But he almost kissed you last night.

-Does he even like you?

-For all you know he'd did it cause of the game and nothing else.

-He's so popular...

-Not that you're not nice and cool but why would he like you instead of just another person?

-You just don't think you'll ever be that lucky to have someone liking you back.

-'Hey, should we grab some snacks for the movie?' He suddenly asks bringing you back from your train of thoughts.

-'Yeah, sure'.

-You go into the next store you see and grab some popcorn etc...

-You leave the store laughing about the reaction of the person working there.

-They got so surprised when they heard Felix's voice.

-It's happened a lot of times before in the tattoo shop but it's always kinda fun.

-Cause after all this time working with him you're used to it but when people see that face and then hear his deep voice they all get surprised.

-And it makes you feel some kind of way.

-Like every time it happens makes you aware again of the fact that his angelic face hides a demonic voice.

-Guess you weren't sure before of what that feeling was but now you know... It kinda turns you on.

-You shake your head trying to think of something else instead.

-When you get at Felix's apartment there's a guy waiting at his door.

-He's tall and very handsome.

-His name is Jaemin.

-Apparently you've played with him and Felix online before but you don't remember him.

-'So cruel. How could you forget me? We've played so many times in the same team!'

-You chuckle. 'I'm sorry I don't really pay much attention to people I don't personally know'.

-'That's mean'. He pouts. 'You remind me of one of my friends. So mean...'.

-'Sorry'. You chuckle again and sit on the couch.

-'Jaemin help me out with the popcorn'. Felix says.

-'Can't you do it alone?'

-'Oh, I'll help you if you want'. You offer.

-'Don't worry y/n just get some rest and if you don't mind you could pick a movie in the meantime'. Felix says.

-They close the kitchen's door but you can still hear them.

-'What?' Jaemin asks.

-'What do you mean what? Just help me with the snacks'.

-'Cause you don't know how your own microwave works?'

-'Just get the cups and the drinks'. Felix laughs.

-Are they dating or something? You ask yourself.

-'What is with you? You don't want to leave me alone with this girl? Do you like her?'

-You wait for Felix's answer but he doesn't say anything.

-'Okay then'. Jaemin says.

-The kitchen's door opens and he appears with some glasses and drinks.

-'How can you carry all that at the same time?' You ask him chuckling.

-'I don't know. Skill?' He smiles at you as he leaves the stuff on the tea table and sits by your side.

-'I see'.

-Felix appears a bit later with the popcorn.

-He takes a quick look at the couch and sits at your other side.

-So yeah you're in the middle of those two.

-You chose a horror movie and Felix is clearly terrified.

-Jaemin is yawning, almost falling asleep.

-You chuckle and poke him lightly. 'Hey! No sleeping'.

-He smiles without taking his eyes off the screen. 'Sorry'.

-Felix clears his throat and sits up a bit.

-'Are you okay?' You ask him.

-'Yeah'. He says rubbing his eyes a little.

-'We could drink so we won't fall asleep' Jaemin suggests.

-'Are you sure that'll work just like that?' You ask.

-'We can try'. He says.

-So yeah now you're drinking as the horror movie finishes.

-You all end up drunk-laughin at the overacting in the movie and the lame CGI.

-Also at some point you started cuddling Felix cause your drunk self fucking wanted to and nobody stopped you.

-Your legs on Jaemin's lap.

-He gives his cup a last sip and looks at the clock. 'Fuck I should go'. He says. 'I had fun though. You're a tattooist too right?' He asks you.

-'Yeah'.

-'I'll go visit you someday to get an appointment. Is that okay?' He asks as he carefully takes your legs off his lap to stand up.

-'Sure'. You say.

-'Great. See you guys then'. He says with a big smile on his face. He stumbles a bit to get out of the house but it's okay.

-'Ah... Guess I should leave too'. You say sitting up a bit.

-'Oh, okay. I'll walk you home'.

-You try and stand up but you're so drunk you just fall right back on the couch. 'Ok. I think I can't go right now'. You chuckle and he laughs too.

-'Yeah, maybe come back here for a bit'. He says.

-You chuckle softly and go back cuddling him.

-His hand stroking your hair as you look at him in the eyes.

-Ah... You really want to kiss him.

-'You're so cute y/n'. He says making your heart flutter. 'Your cheeks are red cause the alcohol. So cute'. He repeats then leans over to leave a peck on your forehead.

-But you hold his face softly so he would stay close then kiss him after a second.

-His hands over yours now.

-A muffled moan leaving his mouth without breaking the kiss.

-And your heart is beating so fast.

-You're kissing Felix.

-Like for real.

-It's not a dream right? Not a drunk dream.

-He's really just there refusing to stop kissing you even for a second as you move to sit astride him.

-He's not sure where to put his hands now and it's kinda funny so you're not telling him where.

-He ends up leaving them there in the air at your waist lenght so you lace your fingers with his.

-It all started kinda passionate but as the alcohol effects fade a bit your kisses get sweeter.

-Till you're so sleepy.

-Your heart beating strongly but calmly as you watch Felix putting on a jacket over his hoodie to walk you home.

-He smiles shyly at your look but doesn't say anything.

-Is he shy after spending the last hour kissing you?

-You chuckle and walk towards him helping him to fix his clothes before leaving.

-'Thanks'. He says and you kiss him again.

-You hold hands all the way to your apartment.

-Just talking nonsense and laughing.

-Still a bit dizzy cause you drank a lot in a short amount of time earlier.

-But it's fine.

-'Do you think Seungmin will nag at us tomorrow for not getting enough sleep again?' He asks as you both stand in front of your door.

-'Yeah, maybe. It's not that late though. Just go straight to bed when you get home'.

-'Well, let's see if I can get any sleep'. He chuckles.

-'Why wouldn't you? The horror movie?'

-He chuckles softly and shakes his head. 'I'll be too nervous thinking about this girl I like'. He says as he takes a lock of hair out of your face.

-You blush at his words. 'Shut up'. You say as you hit him lightly making him laugh again.

-'Yeah, that was kinda cheesy'.

-'Kinda?'

-'Shut up you too'. He says as he leans over to kiss you good bye. 'See you tomorrow'. He says in a soft tone.

-You nod and he pecks your lips one last time. 'Bye'. You say as you walk away.

-He watches you till you get inside then leaves.

-Your heart beating so fast every time you think of him and all that happened tonight.

-You wonder if he really is thinking of you too.

-You lie in bed and raise your arms to see the tattoos Felix personally designed for you some time ago.

-His smile as you both joked around while he was tattooing you back then comes to mind.

-And how he pretended you were hurting him so bad while you tattoed him.

-Those clients waiting got so scared at first till he finally told them he was just joking.

-That you are the best tattooist he knows.

-Your heart flutters as you remember all those moments so clearly.

-Still feels kinda hard to take in what have happened between you two in a matter of days? Hours?

-But maybe Seungmin was right and you've been flirting for the longest time without being aware of it.

-Probably he was. He always notices everything.

-You sigh looking at the ceiling and fall asleep at some point.

-Next day Felix is already at the shop when you arrive.

-'Hey'. He says with a sweet tone.

-'Hi'. You say same way.

-You both look at eachother as you don't really know how to act but as you leave your stuff and walk towards him he moves closer too.

-Seungmin watching you two with a suspicious stare.

-It feels a bit awkward cause none of you are sure if you should kiss but the truth is you two are getting closer and closer.

-You blush as soon as he's in front of you and end up leaving a quick peck on his cheek.

-'What is happening?' Seungmin asks from the other side of the shop still with his suspicious look.

-'N-Nothing'. You say.

-His eyes getting bigger as he looks at Felix's red face. 'Felix? Can you come here for a minute?'

-'I don't really want to...'

-'Come here you idiot'. He says, then waits for Felix to walk there.

-You can't hear what they're saying now but Seungmin is smiling and Felix's still red as ever.

-It feels kinda warm seeing them like that.

-'Huh, you must be happy we open only mornings on Fridays'. He tells you and you chuckle.

-'Ah, shut up'. You say, more relaxed now. You thought Seungmin would mess much more with you but he's a good guy after all.

-Morning practically flies as you work and soon is time to leave.

-Felix approaches you slightly shy. 'Do you want to go out or something... With... Me?' He asks and you chuckle.

-Him being shy makes you feel less shy yourself if that makes sense somehow.

-'Yes, Felix. I want to'. You chuckle again.'Where should we go?'

-'Why are you laughing at me?' He asks as he chuckles too.

-'I don't know. You're cute'.

-He scrunches his nose as if he were mad and you scoff as you smile.

-He's indeed just too cute.

-'I'm gonna kiss you'. You say and he chuckles.

-'Ok'.

-You tip-toe a bit and he leans over to finish with the distance left.

-Seungmin walks by after a minute and hits you with a magazine on your heads. 'Ew, just go home'.

-But you just keep kissing as you show Seungmin the middle finger.

-He chuckles and keeps on cleaning his equipment.

-Felix holds your hand as you walk down the street.

-It's so cold outside but it's alright.

-You just walk for a while till you find a food stall you like.

-Felix stands behind you as you order.

-His chin resting on the top of your head and his arms hanging on your shoulders.

-You turn around after ordering and hug him getting inside his coat.

-'So cold'. You say as he just wraps his arms around you.

-He chuckles and kisses you on your forehead. 'We can go home after getting the food if you want'.

-You happily nod and he smiles.

-'Hey, guys?' A male voice says making you two turn a bit to see him. It's Jaemin. 'I fucking knew you liked her dude'. He says as he laughs.

-Felix chuckles too. 'Well, yeah. It was pretty obvious'.

-'Was it??' You ask and they laugh.

-'Yeah babe, it kinda was'. Felix says and you blush.

-'Oh wow, babe huh?' Jaemin says. 'It seems like you guys are doing good'. He chuckles a bit. 'Anyway I gotta go. Glad to see you two and I’ll see you again soon for my tattoo'. He says as he winks at you.

-You nod still blushing and then the guy from the stall calls you to you pick up your food.

-'I got it'. Felix says.

-He hands you your food carefully and you start walking.

-There's not so much talk in your way to his apartment cause you're both just focusing on eating.

-But it feels so nice. It's not awkward at all.

-You grab some ice cream just before getting to his apartment.

-'You were freezing a minute ago'. He chuckles.

-'Yeah but it's not going to be cold inside your apartment so...'

-He chuckles again. 'I see. Will you give me some?'

-'We'll see'. You say and he scoffs.

-'Really?'

-You get under the blanket as soon as you're inside his apartment.

-He sits right next to you and you offer him to get under the blanket too.

-'Should we watch a movie or something?' He asks as you unwrap your ice cream

-'Sure!'

-'Let me guess. A horror one'.

-'Yes pleaasee'.

-'Fine but I'll bother you eternally if I'm scared for life after this'.

-'Just close your eyes when the jump-scare is coming'. You chuckle.

-'I'll just keep my eyes closed then'.

-'We can watch other stuff too, idiot'. You lighly poke him with your ice cream leaving some cream on his nose.

-He scrunches his nose once and waits for you to take the cream off it but you just smile.

-'C'mon'. He chuckles.

-But you only get more cream on him.

-His lips, part of his jaw all covered.

-You're smiling as he looks at you biting his lips trying not to curse.

-'What are you gonna do now, huh?' You ask as you lick the ice cream running down your hand.

-He holds your hand and bites the ice cream. Eating almost all of it.

-'Nooo' You pout as a satisfyed smile is drawn on his face. ‘My ice cream’. You pout again.

-'You deserve it. Maybe you should clean this mess you made now'. He says as he leans back on the couch.

-His deep voice making you shiver with excitement.

-You slowly climb onto his lap sitting astride him.

-He just watches you in silence as you lean over him.

-You look at his eyes for a moment and he nods.

-Then you start licking the ice cream off his jaw stopping right before getting to his lips.

-Your faces so close still.

-He naughtily smiles and kisses you.

-His hands on your waist as he pulls you closer.

-Is no long before you can feel him getting hard beneath you.

-And it's just in the right place.

-You stop to look at him. A hand in the neck of his hoodie, the other one combing his hair back lightly.

-His hands on your butt now as you slowly rock your hips.

-He chuckles softly. 'Are you shy?' He asks as he caresses your burning red cheek.

-You turn your face trying to bite his thumb and he chuckles again.

-'Cute'.

-You lean over him to kiss just to make him stop laughing.

-But then you go down his neck, leaving some kisses and love bites over there.

-His hand climbing up under your clothes to your boobs.

-You moan softly in his ear as he squeezes them.

-The sound of your voice making him harder.

-The intensity of your movements increasing.

-He takes off your top then kisses you.

-You hug him lightly. His head at your boobs lenght.

-You pull him closer and he kisses your chest then bites softly on your tits.

-You bite your lips as you feel your orgasm building just with the friction. Letting out a muffled moan.

-Felix grunts softly as he releases. His hands grasping at your butt. His head still buried between your boobs.

-And you just let go.

-A bunch of cute moans scaping your mouth as you come.

-You hold Felix's face between your hands softly and kiss him for a while.

-'You still owe me an ice cream though'. You say.

-And he just smiles as he lies you down to start all over again.

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☆ The End (of Summer) || Kiribaku Fanfiction ☆

        hi, there! i've never written anything before, nevertheless read or even dabbled with fan fiction as a whole, but my friend wanted me to try writing something, so after a month of working on it every now and then, i finally finished it! i wanted to really put my "veteran animal jam role-player" self to the test, so i eventually popped this out! i really, really, really hope you like it. i specifically made this account to post this and i'm not sure if i'll work on more fan stories or personal work, but have this for now ('｡• ᵕ •｡') ♡

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 Bakugou was leaning back against the railing that separated the beach's sand and the sidewalk, his hands shoved aggressively inside his jean pockets. Kirishima was next to him awkwardly, he was dressed in pretty casual clothing, a denim jacket that he’d borrowed from Kaminari draped over his broad shoulders. He was checking his phone nervously and scanning the people walking past them, twiddling his thumbs with impatience. Where are you, Kaminari? Kirishima had suggested that the three of them should hang out at the boardwalk before summer ended, but, due to some extra classes Kaminari had to attend in order to pass his second year, Kirishima had insisted on waiting for Kaminari, not wanting to leave his less academically-gifted friend behind. Kirishima and Bakugou had arrived on time, but Kaminari hadn't shown up yet and Bakugou's rope was at its end. Right before Bakugou, who was at this point shaking with annoyance, was about to bark at Kirishima and ask whether Kaminari was going to show up or not, Kaminari came skipping across the crosswalk, a wide grin plastered on his face. Thank the gods, Bakugou was about to bite my head off! 

        Once Kaminari was completely on the other side of the crosswalk, he spoke, "Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late, I got the directions you sent me all mixed up an-"

        "Shove it, loser! Let's go get something to eat, I'm freaking starving!" Bakugou snapped before turning around and trudging towards the entrance of the boardwalk. Kirishima swore he could see curls of smoke coming out of Bakugou's ears.

       Kaminari let out a whimper and seemed to instantly be drained of all of his usual positive energy, "Man, that's cold, Bakugou," he whined, his lips now pursed into a pout as he turned to Kirishima, who had ignored Bakugou's lashing out.

       "Glad to have your company, man, let's go eat!" Kirishima said, patting Kaminari cheerfully as a way of reassuring his friend, "Cmon, man, you should be used to this by now," he said, his voice now at a more hushed volume, elbowing him softly as the two boys followed after their ill-tempered friend.        I know Bakugou's a super tough guy to get along with, but you're smarter than this, Kaminari, Kirishima thought, maybe not when it comes to academics, but still!        Kaminari seemed to bounce back after his friend's comforting reassurance, his posture now back to normal and his eyes lively once again. Before he could thank Kirishima, however, Bakugou turned his head and stopped, causing Kaminari to bump into him and stumble.

       "What're you two punks mumbling about back there, huh?" he said, grabbing Kaminari by the collar and shaking him like a toy, his brows more furrowed than ever now. Kaminari yelped and put his hands up in front of himself, waving them about. Kirishima sighed, rolling his eyes and putting his hand on Bakugou's shoulder. Cmon!

       "Chill out, Bakugou! Let's try to have some fun here, alright?" he said, "Put Kaminari down and let's go find something to snack on or something. What's with you tonight?" he asked, his gaze now more concerned than annoyed. It was hard to focus in general without raising your voice, the yells of people of all ages having fun and the flashing neon lights of the pier causing almost anyone’s brain into a whir.

       "Fine." Bakugou grumbled, setting Kaminari down before being caught by Kirishima. He shrugged his shoulders and turned around, holding up his hand as a signal for Kirishima and Kaminari to follow him, "Cmon, you two, I don't have time for this crap,” he sighed as Kirishima and Kaminari exchanged worried looks. 

       After a moment, the two boys quickly brushed themselves off before following close behind Bakugou, both of them now worried to tick him off again if they fell too far behind. Kirishima was lost in thought as they walked behind Bakugou, staring at the well-worn wooden planks below him.        Something's wrong. Sure, Bakugou is always a jerk, but he hasn't grabbed anyone like that over something so small since we'd first met back in our first year at U.A, Kirishima thought anxiously, I'll ask him about it later, though. I don't want to ruin the mood, especially with-

       "You okay, man? You seem stressed as hell," Kaminari asked, making Kirishima flinch. His brows slightly furrowed with concern as he consciously made sure not to accidentally bump in Bakugou again with his eyes distracted.

       Kirishima blinked and chuckled, caught off guard by Kaminari's sudden question, "Y-yeah! I'm just thinking about what teachers we'll have once school starts up again. I haven't checked yet. There’s so many possibilities!" He said, rubbing the back of his neck and giving Kaminari a fake smile. Honestly, Kirishima was more utterly confused than stressed at this point.

       "If you say so!" Kaminari said peppily, giving a small shrug and trying to focus his eyes back in front of him, which didn’t last long due to the distracting noises and bright lights "You know, Bakugou, the pier only has a small Takoyaki stand, right?"

       "Of course I do, idiot!" Bakugou barked, "That's why we're here,” he huffed, looking at Kirishima and Kaminari out of the corner of his eye, his hands fumbling through his small wallet, "Three things of Takoyaki and three colas," he said, his tone now more monotone as he gave the man at the booth the money. Why is he buying our food? Kirishima thought, something's definitely wrong if he's being this nice!

       The three boys sat down on a worn-out bench, the cement colored paint chipped and scratched with age. Kirishima stared down at the little box of Takoyaki, the heat of the food making his pants damp. Kaminari looked just as blank as Kirishima did, zoning out as he chewed slowly, trying to focus more on the busy scenery then Bakugou’s weird attitude. Bakugou opened his drink, the sharp sound of the metal bringing both of the boys back to their senses. 

       “Why’re you two idiots so quiet all the sudden? You guys are always loud as hell, even when you’re eating,” Bakugou asked, taking a swig from his can and glaring at his two friends, his brow furrowed as always as he eyed the two boys.

       “N-no reason, man!” Kirishima and Denki both stammered at the same time, flinching at the sound of Bakugou’s voice. They looked at eachother, a bit puzzled, before turning back to Bakugou to meet his now ticked off expression. 

       “So you’re going to play it that way, eh? Jeez, you couple of losers are unbelievable sometimes,” Bakugou growled, exhaling loudly and standing up, tossing his food scraps into a rusty trash can before rubbing the back of his neck. 

       He eyed the two boys, his gaze moving from Kirishima, to Kaminari, then back to Kirishima before shoving his hands in his jean pockets and turning around, glaring at the wooden planks below him. Usually, he would've yapped his head off by now and caused a ruckus, Kirishima thought, utterly puzzled, why is he so calm? Kirishima looked over at Kaminari, he looked like he was thinking the same exact thing. Kirishima got off the bench and sighed, tapping lightly on Bakugou’s shoulder to get his attention. 

       “Hey, Bakugou, is there something you want to talk about?” He asked softly, making sure to still sound a bit assertive so Bakugou wouldn’t shake the question off so easily like he usually did when it came to personal stuff, “I’m here for you, man, you’re my best buddy,” he said as Bakugou turned around, bracing himself for the blonde to bark in his face like usual. The bright, neon lights of the ferris wheel and carnival games contrasted with the two boys�� facial expressions. Aren’t we supposed to be having fun?

       Bakugou didn’t yell or scream, though, “I’m fine, Kirishima.” he said flatly.        Kirishima flinched when he saw Bakugou’s expression. His face was eerily serious, almost as if all of his excess aggression had subsided. Behind him, he heard Kaminari say something along the lines of “I’m going to find a bathroom!”, before he heard his friend’s footsteps fading away as he ran off. Bakugou’s face looked almost pained, but it was buried by his efforts to look irritated as always. Bakugou always had trouble showing his more vulnerable side, usually covering up his emotions with layers of aggression and brashness. A brief moment of silence passed of just Kirishima looking dumbfounded at his friend, trying to decipher what Bakugou was feeling at the moment. 

       Finally, Kirishima spoke, “Do you want to go watch the sunset at the end of the pier? It’s always the prettiest around this time,” he asked, his tone more uplifting than worried now. Maybe taking him to a more peaceful spot would make him feel better, Kirishima thought hopefully, it's worth a shot if I’m going to get a peep out of him! 

       “Whatever. Sure, I guess.” Bakugou mumbled, his expression now back to it’s usual bitter scowl as he let out a dramatically exasperated sigh. 

       He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to appear more aloof and nonchalant as he followed Kirishima down the pier to the lookout spot, grumbling to himself as the old wooden boards creaked below them. In reality, Bakugou had a lot on his mind and he didn’t know how to express it, like usual. He liked to think to himself that he was grounded and in touch with his feelings, but it was actually the complete opposite. Kirishima was always on his mind, almost as much as Izuku, but it wasn’t in a competitive rivalry sense; it was more of a personal reason, unlike Izuku. Kirishima knew him more on an emotional, sentimental level, the loud and feisty redhead being the first person Bakugou had considered an equal when they both first enrolled at U.A all those seasons ago. Both of them had a much deeper relationship, much more than just two classmates and Bakugou had just now opened up his mind to that fact. The two boys had always been there for eachother, whether it was providing the other with encouragement and support, or motivation to become greater heros, they had always kept a strong bond. Bakugou’s mind was whirring like a hornet nest, as if all of these thoughts and feelings were playing on repeat like a broken VHS. He wanted to be more than friends. He’d never ever felt such a powerful bond until he’d met Kirishima and he wasn’t used to that. Since he’d always been too caught up in his own head to even think about romance, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hold Kirishima in a warm embrace, or hold him in a chokehold and shake him like a limp ragdoll for causing him so much emotional turmoil. Because of his dramatically inflated ego, usually he wouldn’t be caught dead letting his guard down, but now he wasn’t sure if that even mattered at this point. He flinched as Kirishima’s familiar voice pulled him back to reality. 

       “Isn’t this amazing? Look at it!” Kirishima chirped, grabbing Bakugou’s hand as he dragged him closer to the railing for a better view of the setting sun, the sounds of the lively carnival gradually fading away as Kirishima led him down the pier. 

       “S-sure.” Bakugou said, fumbling with his words as if he was trying to juggle them. Jeez. He felt the tips of his ears grow warm as Kirishima’s strong hand pulled him closer, closer to him. He studied Kirishima’s face, the golden light making him look like he was glowing. I wish I could tell you, Kirishima.

       “You alright?” Kirishima asked Bakugou, glancing at him with bright, curious eyes, “Do you have a fever or something? Your face is all flushed, man!” He said, tilting his head to the side, his face now more worried and concerned than puzzled and confused. Bakugou could see his reflection in Kirishima’s eyes, causing the blush from his ears to slowly creep to his cheeks when he realized he was practically staring at his “friend”.

       “N-no, you freakin’ dumbass, I don’t have a fever!” Bakugou barked with annoyance, jumping back like an angry cat and grumbling at Kirishima.        Bakugou thought whether Kirishima was playing dumb on purpose or not, he probably knew the real reason why Bakugou’s face was warm to the touch and that ticked him off more than anything. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

       Bakugou scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze trailing away from Kirishima out of embarrassment. What a cheesy loser. He saw Kirishima sneakily scooch closer to him, causing Bakugou to twitch.

       “Cmon, man, enjoy this dope sunset with me, I think that it’s pretty manly!” he chuckled, his voice’s pitch high with enthusiasm. He leaned closer to Bakugou, pouting his lips playfully. After a moment of trying to lighten the mood, Kirishima breathed in deeply and looked up at Bakugou, his gaze now softening. He hoped that the calming atmosphere of the sunset would help him confront Bakugou, the soft call of seagulls and the smell of the ocean enveloping the two boys like a blanket as they both looked towards the warm-colored horizon. Cmon, Bakugou, talk to me, dude!

       “Hey, Bakugou, are you ever afraid?” Kirishima asked softly out of nowhere, his gaze still fixed on the setting sun as if he was lost deep in thought.        “A-afraid? Afraid of what exactly?” he asked, trying his hardest not to sound so intimidating and annoyed.        Afraid? Of course I’ve been freakin’ afraid! Ugh, calm down and try to listen for once without yapping your head off at him. He knows I’m not good at this crap. 

       “Just... In general. Afraid of what lies ahead for us and everything,” Kirishima began, “Not necessarily afraid about being the best hero you can be and all, I just mean like- how you’ll have to adapt and everything. It’s a big responsibility and sometimes I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it.” I hope you know what I mean, just this once, Bakugou.        “You’ll be able to, just go with the flow of things. Don’t overthink it,” Bakugou began, “Do you remember when you were talking to Denki, Sero, and I about your quirk’s disadvantages last year? It was right before the incident at Kamino.” Bakugou asked softly, lowering his head so it was level to Kirishima’s gaze. 

       He gritted his teeth as he remembered what had happened at Kamino all that time ago, the broadcasting of All Might’s retirement shaking the entire world and changing it nonetheless. That event had affected both of them- no, the entire world. Bakugou pushed those memories away, the suppressed thought of him being the reason for All Might’s defeat making him want to gag. If it wasn’t for the comforting and serene surroundings, he’d probably be sweating by now about mere mention of Kamino. He was right about this spot being calming, huh, ain’t that something.        Damn, he really must be hurting if he’s willing to bring up Kamino again. “Mhmm, what about it? Your manly words were what helped me develop my “Red Riot: Unbreakable” move!” Kirishima said enthusiastically, his body seeming to relax a little bit, the nostalgia of last year lighting up his red eyes once again. Man, all of that seems like it happened just yesterday!        “I can guarantee that you can get through anything life throws at you as long as you genuinely have faith in yourself. All of us have grown so much in the past years and I have confidence in our success, even when we’re out of school.” Bakugou said, putting his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and smiling softly. 

       I’m guessing it’s my turn to help you out, since you’ve always been the one that was keeping me in line and what not. Isn’t that sort of funny, eh? 

       “I-I, um-” Kirishima looked almost bewildered at Bakugou’s encouraging words, his expression looking like he had just seen a ghost.        “D-did I say something wrong?” Bakugou sputtered, flinching as his hand unconsciously gripped Kirishima’s shoulder out as some sort of reflex.        “No, of course not, man! I know that you’ve chilled out a lot since our first year, but I didn’t expect you to pull off something like this!” Kirishima beamed, chuckling softly and wiping away his eyes with his jacket sleeve, fearing that he’d begun crying from being emotionally moved by Bakugou’s motivational words. Jeez, Bakugou, you really have grown up since our first year at U.A!        “W-what?” Bakugou said as if he was offended, pulling his hand away and turning away from Kirishima, grumbling in embarrassment, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about, shitty hair, I’m always calm and collected as hell.” He growled, his face now all flushed again. I might have as well been blowing smoke up his ass at this point!        Kirishima almost immediately burst out laughing and leaned against Bakugou, his face pink from giggling, “Man, you really are something, Bakugou, huh?” He sighed happily. After a moment of silence, Kirishima perked up and put his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder and turned him so Bakugou was face to face with him once again. Kirishima took a deep breath before he continued, “Enough about me and my troubles, what is up with you tonight?” He asked, tilting his head as he looked at his temperamental friend.        “W-what? What are you talking about, you idiot?” Bakugou asked, his face turning even more red as he faced Kirishima, “I have no idea what you’re on, you must be imagining things.” he muttered, looking away from Kirishima, all flustered-like. This idiot can be too observant for his own damned good sometimes.        Ah, there’s the Bakugou I know. Kirishima tried smiling reassuringly, hesitantly rubbing Bakugou’s shoulder in an attempt to calm Bakugou down. “You can talk to me about anything, man, I promise I won’t judge you no matter what you have to say or do.”        Bakugou felt his throat tighten up with emotion as he dug his fingernails into the soft, worn wood of the pier’s railing, his knuckles turning pale from the tension. It was as if his heart had finally popped like an egg in a microwave. At this point, Bakugou had lost all of his patience, or whatever was actually left of it, feeling as if all of his thoughts and emotions had finally bubbled over the edge in violent waves. He had so many feelings swirling around in his brain, he felt almost nauseous as he felt his entire body go into lockdown. Was it anger, denial, self-loathing, fear, or all of the above? He inhaled sharply, with his face now almost as red as Kirishima’s spiked-up hair and damp with sweat, he let it all out. All of the confusion. All of the tension. All of the fear and resentment. All of it.

       “I-I want to be more than damned friends, Kirishima! I-I think- I’m not sure? I don’t know! I mean, I think I know what I’m trying to say? Again, I’m not so sure. I just hope-” Bakugou had fallen to his knees, huffing and puffing as he sat there, shaking.        He had ended up choking on his saliva halfway through his confession, so he was now coughing with his hand over his mouth, his pupils now shrunken and thin. He could feel everyone’s eyes digging into him like a knife, which just made everything five times more humiliating for poor Bakugou. This is really freakin’ bad.        “Woah, woah, woah, there, dude! I have no idea what you’re trying to say, so just hang on a moment- oh, God, Bakugou!” Kirishima yelped, dropping to his knees as well and holding his hands up as if he wanted to help him, but he sort of just froze in shock as he tried to process everything that was going on. After a second of quick thinking, he decided to just help Bakugou up as if he was really drunk and guide him to a more quiet place, away from suspecting eyes. Bakugou was still coughing once they were alone, hiding his face in his t-shirt in sheer embarrassment. This couldn’t have gone worse, Bakugou thought angrily, good going, Bakugou!

       “Fucking dammit.” Bakugou cursed shakily under his breath, clearing his throat and refusing to face Kirishima. His friend had helped him sit down below the pier, hoping that the waves would drown out any coughing, yelling or crying that Bakugou would have to let out. This is actually terrible.        Kirishima knew very well not to touch or speak to Bakugou after a big blowout, but this? He had no idea whether he’d have to ask him right away so he wouldn’t feel like a burden, or ignore him for the time being because of embarrassment. He decided to just bite his tongue and ask him if he was okay.        Instead, Bakugou surprised him by speaking first, “You actually did hear what I said, didn’t you, Kirishima?” He asked muffledly, staring at the horizon as he had his arms crossed over his propped-up knees.        “I- yes. Yes, I did,” Kirishima stammered. He caught a bit off guard, leaning forward and cautiously looking over at his ash blonde friend, his usually sharp eyes soft and sympathetic as ever, “Well, honestly I-”        “You’re probably disgusted now, huh? A guy like me liking another man! That isn’t even allowed here. It probably makes me look weak and soft- you know how it is-”

       “Bakugou, it’s fine,” Kirishima said firmly, grabbing Bakugou’s face between his palms and making him face him, “It’s fine, Katsuki.” he said firmly, yet softly. He saw that Bakugou was crying at this point and he wiped away his tears with his thumbs, eventually bringing him into a hug. You are full of surprises.        Bakugou let out a wail and began crying into Kirishima’s shoulder, a violent shudder running up his spine and throughout his body as he began sobbing uncontrollably. His strong hands were holding Kirishima’s back, his quirk accidentally activating and sending small sparks all over the place as he cried. Kirishima ignored the burning and inhaled sharply, not wanting to stress out Bakugou even more by activating his own quirk. Both of the boys just sat there, holding each other in complete silence, the only sounds being Bakugou’s coughs and sniffling. I wonder what’s going through his head right now, both of them thought. Kirishima began slowly rubbing Bakugou’s back, his sobbing slowly getting quieter and quieter as he did so. Kirishima was shocked, but not surprised when Bakugou had literally exploded at him. Him and Bakugou being more than just friends had always been a thought swirling around in his head. Kirishima had never really thought about it too hard, because to Kirishima, something like that wasn’t something that he would worry about. Unlike Bakugou, who wasn’t in touch with his feelings, it was easier for Kirishima to sort of his thoughts, which was one of the things that made him and Bakugou such good friends. Sure, homophobia was definitely well in alive, especially in Japan where same-sex marriage wasn’t legal, but Kirishima had grown a little bit more than Bakugou had, so it wasn’t a big stresser for him. Kirishima always told himself that if he fell in love with someone, then that was that. He wasn’t afraid of the public eye because he was very true to his beliefs, unlike Bakugou, who was noticeably more unhinged than he was and cared much more about his ego and reputation than Kirishima did. Bakugou and Kirishima knew each other more than anyone else they knew, so it was obvious to Kirishima that something like might’ve happened eventually once it had finally occurred to Bakugou.

       After about three minutes of calming down his friend, Kirishima pulled away and put his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders. He winced when he saw Bakugou’s face, it was redder than Kirishima’s hair, swollen, puffy, and Bakugou’s nose was dripping with snot. Kirishima smiled softly and took off his jacket, using it as a towel to clean up Bakugou’s face. Just as he had begun dabbing the soft cloth under Bakugou’s eyes, Bakugou grabbed his hand gently and pushed it away.

       “T-thank you, for everything, I mean it.” He said, blushing softly and managing to give Kirishima the tiniest smile ever. 

       He sniffled and stared into Kirishima’s eyes, his smile growing just a little bit wider as he felt his heart swell with relief. It was as if all of the tension he’d been bottling up inside ever since they had arrived at the boardwalk had washed away completely.        “Of course, Bakugou.” Kirishima said, gently wiping down Bakugou’s puffy face, being careful not to accidentally poke him in the eye as he did so. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this emotional before, Kirishima thought as he ran the cloth over Bakugou’s chin and jawline. Once he’d finished, he sat back on the back of his calves and examined his work, “I think I did pretty well!”        Bakugou chuckled softly and exhaled deeply, wiping his cheek as another tear fell, “What now?” He asked after a moment of silence, leaning against the sandy slope and looking over at Kirishima curiously.        Kirishima laughed softly, smiling at Bakugou as he stood up and stretched before holding out his hand for Bakugou to grab, “Well, I didn’t answer to your confession, did I?” He said cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood as he raised an eyebrow at Bakugou.        “Yeah, you didn’t, you idiot,” Bakugou chuckled, grabbing Kirishima’s hand firmly as he pulled him up. He dusted himself off once he was on his feet, sand sticking to his clothing as he stood up.        “I’d love to.” Kirishima said gently, ruffling Bakugou’s hair playfully as he grabbed Bakugou’s hand and entwined both of their fingers together, guiding him up the concrete stairs to go back up to the boardwalk.

       “Y-you’re such a dumbass, you damned mook,” Bakugou coughed, blushing slightly as he followed the redhead up the small flight of stairs, their hands still interlocked as they eventually found themselves back at the entrance.        “Jeez, there you guys are!” Kaminari exclaimed, popping up like a mole as he got up from a bench, running over to meet his two friends, “Where were you two? I went to go piss, then I got back and you guys were gone!” He whined like a puppy, grumbling with obvious annoyance. He was about to continue babbling, but his eyes darted from Bakugou’s post-crying face, Kirishima’s jacket tied around his waist, and their hands clasped together and then he’d realized what had happened, “So it finally happened, huh?” He said, eventually smiling and looking at both of them curiously, his eyes lighting up again to their usual golden yellow.        “This moron knew about this all along?” Bakugou growled at Kirishima with shock and confusion, who burst out laughing with guiltiness and embarrassment.        “Yeah, I had a feeling that was what was bothering you so much,” Kirishima said, patting Bakugou on the back as he slowly processed what Kaminari had just said.        “Well, I’m glad that you two finally sorted that out! Let’s go on the ferris wheel or something, we haven’t done anything fun together yet,” Kaminari giggled as he put his hands on both Kirishima and Bakugou’s shoulders.        “Sounds good.” Both boys said, Kirishima smiling at Bakugou, who was also smiling for a change, “Let’s go, Bakugou!” Kirishima said energetically, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before dragging him after their yellow-haired classmate.

[iamfallinforeverything]

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This is the little request @maliasgrowl made! Hopefully you’ll like it 😅 and I think the timeline is a little bit off. I don’t know who wasn’t talking with who and who was somewhere else while the MIkaelsons were in Mystic Falls and I didn’t wanted to rewatch almost a whole season. Or more than a season? I don’t know anymore haha. I just wrote what fitted best. 

Also I’m so sorry that it took me so long! Life was kinda busy and I needed some time for myself to figure some things out and I was on a short vaccation with my family.. Hopefully I’ll get some imagines done before school starts again in two weeks.

Fandom: The Originals, The Vampire Diaries (Kol Mikaelson) 

Summery: You hate how Kol always manages to make you fluster and one night you had an… interesting dream about him.

Warnings: swearing, that’s it I think..

It was one of the few days that I had off of work. Most of the time I was working in the Mystic Grill together with Matt. But today we had both a day off and decided to spend it in the Mystic Gril anyway. Together with Elena, Bonnie and Caroline. Without the Salavtores or anybody else. Just the five of us. Like how it was before everything got crazy. 

“Why did we come here? I mean Y/N and I finally have a day off and we’re still sitting in the Mystic Grill.”, Matt said after we ordered our drinks. 

“Because the Mystic Gril is the only place in Mystic Falls were you can sit nicely and have a good drink.”, Caroline said and laid the menu down on the table. 

“Also we didn’t wanted that the two of you would miss your work place to much at your day off.”, Bonnie smiled. 

“Ha ha, very funny Bonnie.”, I answered and rolled with my eyes. 

“I know.”, she said and took the menu of the table and looked through it. 

“So what happend lately? Anything interesting? I’ve the feeling that I’ve missed everything since I started working here.”, Matt grinned and placed his elbows on the table. 

“Oh no! No talking about any of this supernatural bullshit.”, Caroline said and shook her head as well. 

“But you are supernatural bullshit? As well as Bonnie?”, Matt said and Caroline just punched his shoulder. 

“Ow! What was that for?”, he asked and rubbed over the place where Caroline hit him. 

“Because you said Bonnie and I are supernatural bullshit! We aren’t. Just the stuff that happend is bullshit.”, she explained and Matt just nodded. He knew there was no point in discussing with Caroline. 

“So what’s up with your boring ass life?”, Caroline smiled and I just rolled with my eyes. She is unbelieveable. 

“Hey Y/N, don’t roll your eyes at me!”, Caroline said and I just rolled with my eyes again. Caroline laughed. 

Matt started to talk about one of our co-workers, that wasn’t here luckily. He liked her and sometimes we even swapped our shifts so he could work with her. It was cute and I liked seeing Matt so happily. He had suffered enough the past couple of.. well, years. 

Caroline was of course totally excited about the subject and squeezed Matt about the topic out. And he liked to talk about her. His eyes beamed brightly and it just looked super cute. 

Before our food arrived Elena started to look pretty annoyed out of the sudden. I pulled my eyebrows together and looked at her confused. 

“What’s wrong Elena?”, I asked. 

“Supernatural Bullshit just arrived.”, she sighed and pointed to the door. 

I turned around and I looked right into Kol Mikaelson’s face. When he noticed my look he began to grin and winked at me. Of course, I immediately blushed again and turned around. Now I looked into the grinning faces of my friends. 

“Before anyone of you says anything: Shut up.”, I said and took a sip of my drink. 

“We weren’t going to say anything.”, Caroline smiled cheekily. 

“Yeah, I can fool myself Caroline, you don’t have to do that for me.”, I answered. 

She just laughed and I could see how she wanted to say something, but I was quicker than her: “You’ve said yourself no supernatural bullshit today and he is definitely supernatural bullshit.” 

This time Caroline rolled with her eyes, signed and said: “Fine.” 

I smiled satisfied and soon after that our food arrived. We started to eat and talked about something else. Luckily, I was sitting with my back to Kol, which meant I couldn’t look at him. This way the topic Kol Mikaelson did not come up again and I couldn’t turn red again. After all, I couldn’t see him. 

Unfortunately, after eating I had to go to the toilet. This not only forced me to look at Kol, but also to walk past him. After all, he was sitting right next to the corridor leading to the toilets. This also gave him the opportunity to talk to me if he wanted to. And since he never missed a chance to talk to me, I doubted that he would keep his mouth shut this time.

Why did I always have to turn red as soon as he approached me? As if he was so special. He was an old bastard who made it into a funny little game to make me blush. I didn’t even like him that much. Why did my stupid face react that way to the stupid man? 

“I’ll go the bathroom. Anyone wanna join? Please?”, I said and look at my female friends. 

They just looked at eachother and started to smile. I hate them so much. 

“No Y/N, we’re good. Have fun.”, Caroline smiled brightly and took another bite from here noodles. 

“I hate you.”, I said under my breath, got up and made my way to the bathroom. 

I looked at the floor while I was walking and ignored Kol. Luckily he left me alone as I walked past him. 

After I was done with washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. Can I just disappear and reappear at my friends table? I just knew that Kol would say something and I would turn red again. I knew it. Everytime he spoke with me I would turn red. 

I took a deep breath, let my fingers run through my hair and then I walked out of the bathroom. 

Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to me. That’s what I repeated in my head while I walked. I screamed it in my head as I saw Kol, but of course, I didn’t helped. 

“Y/N, my dear.”, Kol smiled, got up and placed himself in my way. 

I just kept on looking at him. There has to be more. And I was right. 

“Would you mind taking a look at my phone for me?”, he asked and hold his phone up to me. He looked at me through his eyelashes and smiled pleadingly. 

“Fine.”, I signed and took it. 

I looked at it and all I could see was his contact list that was open. Confused, I looked at him. What the fuck wanted he from me? 

“It doesn’t have your number in it.”, Kol smiled cheekily and I rolled my eyes. 

Of course I could feel how my face turned red. Why does that always happen? 

“I can’t help you with that Kol.”, I smiled innocently, shoved his cell phone back into his hand and walked past him back to my friends. 

I folded my arms in front of my chest as I walked back and simply let myself fall on my chair. Of course my friends grinned over both ears when I was back with them again. 

“Like a little tomato.”, said Matt. 

“Just don’t.”, I answered and took a sip of my drink. 

They laughed and after that we started to talk about normal things. About school and little siblings. About trips we wanted to make and goals we wanted to reach. We talked about normal stuff, teenager stuff. I enjoyed it and soon Kol was forgotten. 

Afterwards, Matt brought me home. We said goodbye and when I closed the front door behind me he drove away.

Since my family was already asleep, I quietly went upstairs and got ready to go to bed. I snuggled up into my bed and quickly fell asleep. 

Suddenly I was sitting on the porch of our house. For a moment I asked myself how I had got there, but I just decided to think nothing of it. Instead I waited patiently for someone and when I saw him come up our way I started to smile. I got up and walked towards him and wrapped my arms around him. 

“Kol.”, I smiled and looked at him with loving eyes. 

“Hello my love.”, he answered and took my hand in his. 

“Come on, I want to show you something.”, he smiled and I just followed him without thinking about it. 

“What is it?”, I asked as I walked next to him. 

“You’ll see my love.”, he answered. 

After a couple of minutes we stopped infront of a house. Kol walked through the gate and walked towards one of the windows. 

"Kol, we can’t look through the windows of strangers.”, I answered and followed him anyway. 

“They are not.”, he answered.

I had to stand on my tiptoes to be able to look through the window. I needed a second to process what I was seeing. I could see myself. With Kol. And two little girls. The room was a big living room and in one corner was a decoraded christmas tree. But it was in the middle of June? Why did they, or we, have a christmas tree? 

I put my hands on the window frame to to support myself, but I just fell through the wall. I just fell through the wall and suddenly stood in the middle of the living room. The family before me hadn’t even noticed. 

Kol stepped through the wall and held his belly with laughter: “You should have seen your face.”

“Asshole.”, I replied and watched the scene in front of me again. 

I sat on the sofa, my belly was quite thick, like the one of a pregnant woman.

Kol sat on the floor and around him were the two girls running around and laughing loudly. Both had a doll in their hand which they obviously were flying around Kol. Kol tried again and again to catch one of the two dolls, but he couldn’t. So the two girls only laughed more. I sat on the sofa and just grinned wide and stroked my belly. 

Suddenly the scene changed. the girls disappeared, the christmas tree disappeared and we were standing in a completely different room. It looked like a bedroom. And Kol and I stood in the middle of the room. Or at least the people who looked like us.

I had a short pair of pants on and a top, but it was pushed up so you could see my naked belly, which still looked pretty pregnant. 

Kol squatted on his knees in front of me. His hands were placed left and right on my belly and his face was very closely. 

“Hello Buddy. How are you doing in Mama’s belly? I can’t wait to finally get to meet you and your sisters are already looking forward to you. And your mother first. She counts the days until she can finally hold you in her arms. We love you my little one.”, Kol said to my belly and kissed it afterwards. I, the one that was standing pregnant in the room, had tears her my eyes and looked at her Kol happily. 

Kol grinned broadly, stood up and kissed me. The scene before me disappeared and I stood again on our porch. Kol stood in front of me. “If you wouldn’t always avoid me and say no, we might really be that one day.”, he grinned.

Completely confused I looked at him. I was still trying to process what I had just seen. There couldn’t possibly be two of me and I couldn’t go through walls either. Besides, I thought that Kol was a piece of shit and would never hug him or voluntarily go with him.

And then it clicked. That didn’t really happend.

“Kol Mikaelson. Did you sneak into my dream?”, I asked and looked at him angrily. 

“Me? No! I would never do that.”, he grinned cheekily and I turned around and walked back inside of the house. 

Suddenly everything went dark. 

I woke up and immediately sat myself up in my bed. It took me a few seconds to understand what had happened.

Then I flipped the blanket back and got up. I put on my slippers and took a jacket off the hook while I was walking. This little asshole.

I went to the front door and as I opened it of course stood a grinning Kol in front of me.

“May I come in?”, he asked.

“Only over my dead body.”, I replied and took a step outside myself.

“I wouldn’t say that sentence in front of a vampire.”, he grinned and watched me walk on the porch.

"Shut up. And stay out of my head! What I dream is none of your damn business.”, I said and stopped in front of him again.

“Admit it, you liked it.”, he smiled and put his hands in his jacket pockets.

I felt like I was being screwed with and pulled my eyebrows together and shook my head in disbelief: “Yes, just keep believing that Kol. Stay out of my dreams.”

“Only if you go to dinner with me.”

“What? No!”

"Then I will continue to haunt your dreams.”, he grinned broadly and went down the stairs of the porch.

“Then we’ll see eachother tomorrow in your dreams Y/N.”, he said as he turned around again.

“Forget it.”, I replied.

“Only if you go to dinner with me.”, he said and raised challenging his arms.

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Will you let me dream in peace then?”

“Word of honour my Lady.”, he replied.

“All right.”, I mumbled.

“See you.”, Kol grinned and finally disappeared.

What an idiot. I went back to my bed and when I layed under my blanket I noticed one thing:

I didn’t blushed this time.

[jackscnfck]

secret nuptials // jude and jackson

trigger warnings: none!

featuring: @judexhernandez

jacksonLast Friday at 8:23 PM

jackson was feeling a little stupid for actually staying awake and working the whole night before his impromptu wedding. he couldn't believe he was actually going to marry jude today. he decided to get ready at greyson and serenity's house before they met jude at the court house. he stole a suit from his twin because he wanted to actually look nice. he didn't want jude to blame him for their wedding pictures looking bad if he just showed up in his usual black jeans and leather jacket. he finished shaving his beard before he called jude, "good morning, almost husband. are we meeting at the courthouse or should we all drive in the same car?"

judeLast Friday at 9:00 PM

after jackson had asked him to get married that next day he had gotten very little sleep that night. jude had been waiting for this day for as long as he could remember. jack was the only man he ever loved and now it was going to stay like that for the rest of their lives. instead of sleeping he opted for watching their daughter sleep. he couldn’t wait to have the same name as her and the man he loved. when she woke up the next morning he explained to her what was going on. “but you can’t tell grandma and nana. we are still going to have a a wedding for them to see.” she nodded her head before picking out one of his suits and explaining, “cause it’s daddy’s favorite papa.” jude was about to start on his hair when his phone rang. “papa. papa. it’s daddy.” he rolled his eyes. “i know baby. hand it over.” the girl did so jumping up and down. “say that again. i can get used to that.” he whispered dreamily. “i wanna say meet there but i miss your face.”

jacksonLast Friday at 9:59 PM

jackson smiled brightly at the sound of jude's morning voice. he could picture exactly what he looked like and was a little sad he didn't get to see jude with his morning hair and stubble. "i know what you mean," he chuckled. he didn't want to wait to see his fiancee and their little monster. "i guess it would be more fuel efficient and better for the environment if we all went together."

judeLast Friday at 10:14 PM

jude was not usually a morning person and it would take him a few hours to fully wake up on his own. so he knew jack could hear it and it made him smile. he just wanted to see jack, kiss him, marry him. time could not speed up fast enough. “i think your daughter is more excited then i am.” jude turned slightly to see brooklyn jumping on the bed. “brooklyn penelope smith. stop. before you fall.” he cleared his throat before returning to their conversation. “tell your brother to hurry up.”

jacksonLast Friday at 10:18 PM

jackson wished he was there to be getting ready with jude. he knew it was unorthodox, but really everything in their relationship was. maybe it was a good thing to do something traditional. he smiled fondly when he heard jude talking to brooklyn, "she'll be fine, let her jump. it's a good day!" he exclaimed. "i actually think i'm the one running late. i couldn't help but stop to call you. i've still got to shave," he admitted.

judeLast Friday at 10:38 PM

jude knew their relationship was a little to clingy but he knew it was because they were in love. he also knew people were not going to understand that but he didn’t really care. the only thing that really matter is what they think. “if she falls and breaks her arm jackson. i’m blaming you.” he playfully joked only slightly. this was his wedding day and he didn’t really want to spend it in the emergency room. “don’t.” he said a little quickly and impulsively. but he wanted jackson here as soon as possible. he was better at doing the actor’s hair anyway.

jacksonLast Friday at 10:44 PM

"she's not going to break her arm, love," he laughed. though, he quickly leaned down to knock on the wood floor so he wouldn't be eating his words later. "hey, you're the one who told me i couldn't have a beard on our wedding day," he chuckled. "but if you really don't care, i'll leave it." he personally didn't give a shit what he looked like, he just wanted to be married. "oh, ariella painted my nails while we we're having breakfast, so i now have sparkly purple nails. kind of clashes with this suit, but i can't tell her no."

judeLast Friday at 11:20 PM

"i will hope not j because if i have to spend my wedding night in a hospital instead of being fucked by my husband you are not getting near my ass for a month." he ranted, thankfully that the girl did not hear him. she was currently distracting herself by trying to sing one of her daddy's songs. "i don't care what you look like or what your wearing right now. i just miss you and love you and wanna marry you so fucking bad." jude wanted to roll his eyes at himself. he didn't know how he was able to agree to wait two months when he couldn't even wait 24 hours. he growned loudly. "i need you to come do my hair. it's not going what you normally have it do!" jude was always the one more intuned with fashion so he would pick out everyone's clothes while jack did everyone's hair since he was awesome at it.

January 25, 2020

jacksonYesterday at 11:04 PM

"well, if she broke her arm now, we wouldn't even have a wedding night today," he replied a little snarkily. he was sure jude could picture the smirk that donned his features. "okay, okay, don't talk like that in front of her! but you and i both know you could never last a month," he chuckled. jackson smiled softly. he was so lucky to be in love with someone who loved him just as much a jackson loved him. "i know, baby, i know. i'll be there soon we have all day to do this," he tried to calm jude's nerves a bit. he could hear just how stressed he was. "babe, i literally just blow dry it and put some pomade in it. you don' need me for that. take a deep breath and calm down. this is a good day. a happy day. stop stressing."

judeYesterday at 11:25 PM

"you are soo lucky you aren't here right now, i'd slap the smirk clean off your face." he said with no vemon in his voice. at this point in their relationship they knew eachother so well it was like they always were facetiming without having to facetime. they knew every expression just by thesound or tone of the others voice. "chill out handsome. she can't even here me. dancing and singing her daddy's music." brooklyn really was the eptiome of a daddy's girl. "i have no idea what your talking about." jude shrugged, knowing very well jack was right. he tried to calm down but between brooklyn, his hair no cooperating and going on like sixteen hours without feeling jack's lips on his, jude gave up and sat on the bed. "i'm gonna wait for you." the actor knew he was pretty much the wife in their relationship but he loved when jack did things for him. he even had tricks he used to his advantage.

jacksonYesterday at 11:30 PM

jackson laughed loudly at jude's threat, "ooh, i'm so scared," he replied sarcastically. he loved the moments when they went back and forth at each other like this. "she's so cute, i can't handle it," he groaned. "was she good last night?" he knew that it could be a little difficult to handle brooklyn alone. she was really an energetic toddler. "yeah, i'm sure you don't," he shook his head. jackson laughed softly at jude giving into the defeat, "okay, but don't blame me if we're late. that's all on you now."

January 26, 2020

judeToday at 12:21 AM

jude rolled his eyes but did not say anything. he was so lucky to find someone who balanced him out perfectly at such an young age. “she’s totally you baby. she and ari are gonna continue the smith family legacy.” he smiled softly. “nothing i couldn’t handle.” jude had become a master at handling their daughter. he had to will jack being away a lot. they were still on the phone ten minutes later when he heard the door open. “that better be you or some asswhole is currently breaking into our house.”

jacksonToday at 12:54 AM

"i don't know how i feel about that," he hummed. he knew greyson had already told ariella that she could pursue music as a career when she was older, but jackson wasn't entirely sure he wanted his children to follow in his footsteps. the music business was lonely and harsh and it was hard for him to find people who were genuine. "that stresses me out to even think about, but i'm glad she wasn't too crazy for you," he laughed. he tried to be quiet while he got in the car and drove the short distance to their house, but of course the door gave him away. he hung up the phone when jude caught him, "damn, babe, i was trying to surprise you."

judeToday at 1:09 AM

“i know baby. i don’t know how i feel about it either but it’s a possibility she could want to be a singer or an actor.” their daughter wasn’t exactly normal. her daddy and uncle were very successful musicians and her papa played one of the most beloved characters of the past decade. they needed to get their minds around the possibility so it doesn’t catch them off guard when she is older. “she is a mini you mister. and i handle you just fine.” jude smiled as he heard jack’s voice. “it’s not my fault i have super good hearing.” he turned so he could see when his soon to be husband walked through the door of their bedroom. “now can you come kiss me?”  he pouted

jacksonToday at 2:00 AM

"i think we can discuss it when she's older," he really did not want to get into any fights on his wedding day. it was still weird to say that it was his wedding day. "i know she is and that's so sweet but i'm hoping she'll have other passions. like, maybe she will want to be a teacher when she's older. no matter what our kids do, they'll be taken care of financially," he shrugged. jackson laughed softly, "i can never be sneaky with you." he leaned down and kissed jude softly, "yes, always."

judeToday at 2:29 AM

“of course.” the second his lips touched jack’s he was trying to pull him down on top of him but he was stopped by brooklyn saying. “gross daddy.” he sighed lightly as he reluctantly let go of jack and let the blonde climb onto the bed to sit behind him to fix his hair. within a half hour they were standing in front of the door that lead to where they were getting married. “are you absolutely sure about this?” the brunette asked, suddenly insecure.

jacksonToday at 2:47 AM

"i love you," he smiled. he laughed softly at brooklyn and picked her up quickly and kissed all over her face, "you think it's gross now?" he laughed and tickled her before he put her down. jackson quickly got to work on jude's hair and made it like he liked it. it wasn't too hard to get it done. "i'm more sure about this than i've been about anything in my whole life."

judeToday at 3:00 AM

jude sighed softly as he pulled jackson into the room where they would begin the rest of their lives. he got nervous as the judge spoke. “how would you like to do this? You can do vows before you sign or you can just sign it.” jude looked at jack to see what he wanted to do. the young man did not know if he would be comfortable telling the judge all of their business. they could always say what’s on their mind when they are alone. he just wanted to be jack’s husband and make love as husbands for the first time.

jacksonToday at 7:26 PM

jackson held onto jude's hands tightly, "what if we just sign today and then do our vows at the ceremony? that way we have more time to think of what we want to say and it can be in front of all the people we love?" he liked the idea of just waiting and sharing their love with everyone. "i just want to be married to you right now."

judeToday at 7:41 PM

jude's eyes widened, slightly surprised even after all these years he could read his mind so well. "i think that's perfect." he bit his lip as the judge spoke. "just double checking. only one of you is gonna be changing your last name? no hyphenating?" jude nodded his head. "i'll be changing mine." soon their marriage licence was past in front of them. the actor looked down and his eyes watered. with one signature his name will be forever be jude smith. "i love you."

jacksonToday at 7:44 PM

jackson was glad that jude was on the same page with their vows. he wasn't entirely comfortable sharing something so intimate with a strange judge. "you can finally be done with that name, love," he smiled. he knew that jude had struggled with his family, namely his mother, so he could only imagine how it must have felt for him. "i love you so much. more than anything in this whole world." he signed his name quickly and leaned over to kiss jude softly. he would save the passion for a bit later.

judeToday at 7:57 PM

jude was not one to be so open with his feelings around our people, not because he was embarrassed or ashamed of his relationship but because it was extremely personal. "the only name i've ever wanted for as long as i can remember." he whispered, writing his new name for the very first time, he no longer was tied to his parents if he didn't wanna be and that was a weight off his shoulders. he smiled into the kiss. "you're my husband."

jacksonToday at 8:06 PM

"it's the only one you'll have for the rest of your life," he whispered back. a small part of jackson still couldn't believe that jude actually loved him and actually married him. he was so beyond happy he wasn't sure there was a word for what he was feeling. he smiled and kissed his forehead. "and you're my husband. forever and ever." he thanked the judge and held jude's hand before leading him out to the car. "grey and ren are taking b..we've got a flight to catch."

[weirdochick56]

Enhanced- Bucky Barnes Chapter Four

Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader

Warnings: A violent scene is described in this chapter. A tiny bit of angst. 

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU characters/plots mentioned.

Word Count: 2, 484 words

(Gif’s not mine!)

Read Chapter Three Here!!

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The darkness that surrounded you was serene. Calm and welcoming almost. You expected it to be cold and dark, but...it’s warm and enlightening. You figure it’s because you feel a part of the darkness.  

It took you in, accepted you and embraced your every flaw. From the ones engraved on your soul to the ones decorating your skin and mind. 

It didn’t push, it didn’t expect anything of you, thus it didn’t pressure you.

 You felt safe and at peace as our body floated in never-ending blackness. You were alone, but you didn’t feel like it.

 Suddenly, a strong force came in the opposite direction and sucked you through a small hole. A light. 

You release a gut-wrenching scream and your eyes fly open. 

It all happens so fast. You sit up and gasp, taking in a huge gulp of air, as much as you lungs could take in one breath.

 A bright light hits you directly in the eyes, forcing you to release a small groan and screw them shut, laying back down. Then your hearing tunes in.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The beeping has become erratic. You cautiously open your crusty, dry eyes when you hear shuffling beside you, something warm is moving your hand.

When you look over, your head still hazy, the first thing you see is Bucky. His eyes are wide and his mouth is moving erratically, but you can’t seem to make out anything he’s saying. 

You squint your eyes, trying to read his lips. And then your ears zoom into his words. “...okay?”

“What?” says the words hurt your throat. They’re weak and cracking. 

He grips your hand tighter, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I’m going to get you a doctor okay?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer before releasing your hand and running out of the room.

“Bucky wa-” your hand is left outstretched towards the doorway.

*

“Okay miss Y/l/n. It seems all your vital signs are just about right.” The doctor, a chubby middle-aged man with a retreating hairline, smiles sympathetically at you. 

You nod stiffly, shifting your gaze over to Bucky, who’s leaning on a wall all the way on the other side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and his concerned eyes trailed on you. Once your gazes meet, he’s quick to look away. 

The doctor clears his throat, gaining your attention and looking between you two. “I’ll leave you to rest then. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He throws Bucky a small smile and nods then leaves, closing the door lightly behind you.

“Why did you do it?” As soon as the door closes, Bucky blurts out the seemingly pressing question.

Your head snaps towards him and you frown. “Buck-”

“No,” he stalks over to you, his jaw clenched. “Why Y/n? I-I just. I-I n-” he pauses his breaking speech and lets a small sigh leave his lips, closing his eyes tightly. 

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. He finally opens his eyes, they’re damp, his jaw clenched so hard, it’s difficult to believe it wasn’t broken by now. 

“I need to know why y-you’d ever even consider-”

You interrupt him, your voice soft. “C-can we not talk about this? I,” you swallow the lump in your throat. “ I don’t feel comfortable.”

He grips the corners of your bed tightly, his knuckles turning white and his eyes set on your bandaged wrists, which you self-consciously hide from his view. “Y/n, you almost died. You can’t really expect me-”

You look him in the eyes, your own pleading. “Please Bucky.”

He scoffs, hangs his head and nods. His response is but a whisper. “Fine.” 

You sag at his compliant response, relief flooding you. After a second of tense silence, you decide to break it.

“Where is everybody?” 

He throws you a look, conveying the fact that he knew you were trying to change the subject, but true to his word doesn’t comment on it. “They’re waiting outside. You scared us doll.” He looks you in the eye then chuckles humorlessly. 

You hate to admit it, but you had were disappointed he hadn’t been personally affected by the whole ordeal. You know it’s wrong to feel this way, and you feel horrible about it, but you also can’t help it. 

Biting your lip, you elude his gaze, fiddling with the paper-thin hospital sheets laying on you. “That wasn’t my intention. I thought no one would notice.” Your last sentence is uttered reluctantly, scared of Bucky’s reaction to your confession.

Bucky lets out a small, incredulous scoff. “Not your intention Y/n? Y-you...are you kidding me? Did you really think no one would notice that you-” the vein in his neck is sticking out. He runs his hand through his face, a frustrated habit of his. Then his gaze flickers back to you, significantly softer and filled concern. 

“Do you know what it was like to find you laying in that bathroom floor, Y/n?” he swallows thickly, clearly pushing back tears. “I,” he holds his hands out, staring at them with a terrified glance. “I held your limp body in my hands. There was blood everywhere. Your blood, on me.” He looks down at himself. You suck in a sharp breath. 

He fists his hands and closes his eyes painfully. “And the worst part? I saw the life leave your eyes. I kept begging you to stay with me. Not to leave because,” his hand snakes into yours. You squeeze his hand tightly, holding back tears of your own. He seemed to understand what you meant and continued speak in a broken voice. “Because the thought of you dead, Y/n, terrified me. Lord knows I need you.” A single tear slides down his cheek, leaving a small wet trail on his cheek.

He doesn’t make a move to wipe it away, his eyes trained on you. He stares into your eyes and you do the same, ignoring your racing heart in the process, and searching for any type of sign that he was lying. But you can’t find anything that wasn’t sincerity and painful indignation in them. 

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words. What did he mean he needs you? You only just started talking. 

And yet, as you asked yourself the question, you realize, James Buchanan Barnes is the only person that could understand what you’d gone through. He might not know what it was, but he had the look. The one of someone tortured by their past. The same look you had. 

Maybe James Buchanan Barnes cared and trusted you enough to see this side of him because you and he were so similar. 

Maybe James Buchanan Barnes and you were destined to meet. 

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A few hours fly by. Bucky leaves and the rest of the Avengers suddenly invade your hospital room. His still words float around in your brain a dozen times more. And you blush profusely, trying to repress the small smile you’d always feel creeping onto your face. It wasn’t of much help.

“Y/n?! Oh my God, you scared me!” Wanda rushes over as soon as her eyes land on you and tugs you into a bone-crushing hug. She buries her face into your hair. “Don’t ever do that again, please.” You smile and pat her back, holding back the urge to reciprocate her worried statement with one reminding her you couldn't possibly promise her that. 

Then, Tony runs over, taking your hands into his, his eyes stare at you with such heartbreaking sadness, it’s hard to not feel guilty.  “Oh, Buttercup...I’m so sorry.” 

You gulp, nodding and offering a forced smile. He looks like he wants to say more, but doesn’t do anything further. Something you're incredibly thankful for.

One by one, the Avengers offer you hugs and Thor even brought you a huge teddy bear, stating “So you don’t feel lonely at night Lady Y/n.” Your heart warms at their words and caring gestures. 

It’s sad, but you’d never felt more a part of the team than now. 

Steve and Bucky are nowhere in sight, which only serves to sadden and worry you. But you push those feelings aside, focusing on the lightening mood the rest of the Avengers had created in your small hospital room. 

Finally, the question burning deep in your brain you frown. “Hey, guys? Where are Bucky and Steve?” 

The room immediately goes silent and your eyebrows only plunge lower. The Avengers look at eachother. “What?”

Tony looks over at you, sighing. “They’re...talking outside.”

You raise a brow. “Why do I get the feeling you’re lying?” 

Tony lets out another sigh, looking directly at Natasha, who widens her eyes generously and shakes her head. You scoff. 

“You know, for a super spy you aren’t very sneaky Nat.” Her head snaps over to you and she smiles sheepishly. 

“Where are they?”

Tony lets his shoulders sag, defeated. “They- Y/n. I’m gonna tell you-”

“Tony, don’t,” Natasha warns.

Tony dismisses her with his hand, then turns back to you. “But you have to promise me you won’t leave this room if I do.”

You huff. “Deal. Now spill.”

“Steve and Bucky...are,” Tony swallows, seeming regretful about opening his mouth. You glare at him. 

“They’re what Tony?”

Tony presses his lips together. “Well, you know, it started out as a small discussion then,” he shrugs. “They started getting a little more aggressive with eachother and-”

“Tony.”

“Well Bucky, sort of, kind of,-”

“Tony!”

Tony jumps, startled. 

Thor laughs loudly from behind him. “I think what the man of iron is trying to express in words lady Y/n, is that the soldier for the colder seasons drepa the captain.

When all you offer as a response is small, confused look, he grins amusedly, clarifying. “Or as you Americans would like to call it; Bucky snapped Steve in half like a twig.”

Your eyes widen in alarm and you rush to take off your blanket. “He what? W-where are they? Is anyone seriously hurt?” 

Tony’s eyes widen with urgency and Natasha is quick to cut in, her voice, as usual, monotone. “I think Thor’s being a little dramatic.”

Thor glares at her, “Hey!”

Natasha continues, disregarding his small protest. “Bucky didn’t kill Steve. He just...roughed him up a bit.” She shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Uh, you call giving him a broken nose, two fractured ribs, and a black eye, roughing him up?” Tony puts his fingers in quotes and throws her an incredulous look.

“What?”

“Okay, maybe it was a bit harsh, but Steve deserved it,” Natasha admits. 

“Guys.”

“I agree, he was being a dick to Y/n. But did you see the way he jumped on Steve when he mentioned Y/n? It was so slick!” Wanda gushes with a small smirk.

“Guys.”

Thor snickers. “It was one of the most savage yet satisfying things my old Norseman eyes have ever had the pleasure of seeing.”

Tony turns to him, horrified. “You find this amusing, Thor?! He could’ve killed him!”

“Oh come on Tony. Don’t be overdramatic, Steve is strong enough,” Clint scoffs. 

“Guys!” All their heads snap towards you and growl. 

“What the fuck happened between them?!” 

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BUCKY’S POV (A FEW HOURS EARLIER)

I step out of Y/n’s hospital room, my heart beating at a rapid pace. Goddamn it. Why did she have to make me feel so damn vulnerable?

I look up just to find Steve standing there, the rest of the team close behind, and a concerned look etched on his face as he headed for Y/n’s door. 

“Bucky. You were with her in the ambulance, have they told you anything?”

I can hear him talking to me. I can even see his facial muscles and his mouth moving, but I couldn’t register anything he was saying. All I could really hear and see was red. The more he talks, the angrier I get. 

“Is she okay?”

That registered at least. I clench my teeth and fist my hands. 

Steve frowns. “Buck?”

“Leave.” Is all I growl, refusing to let him so much as look at Y/n’s door. 

“What-”

“I said; leave.” I’m now standing nose to nose with him, anger pulsing through my veins like never before. 

Steve clenches his jaw. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you Bucky, but I’m gonna go see Y/n. So if you’ll excuse me,” just as Steve tries to sidestep me I beat him to it and push his chest back. 

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me is that that girl in there,” I throw my thumb over my shoulder aggressively. “Has been through hell and back. She doesn’t need you to remind her of why she did what she did.” Steve swallows thickly but continues looking at me evenly, refusing to back down. “Leave, man. This is the last time I’m gonna say it. You don’t deserve to see her.” I glance at the team. “In fact, none of you do. You did this to her.”

Steve scoffs. “No, Bucky. Y/n did this to herself it was her choice.”

I can see Tony cringe from the corner of my eye. Wrong choice of words Steve. 

I look at him calmly. “Say that again. I dare you.”

Steve squares his shoulders and puffs his chest. “I said; we had no influence in Y/n’s choice. She was the one who decided to-”

I didn’t wait for him to finish, pounding on him and bringing my fist down onto his face. I heard a sickening crack come from his nose but I didn’t stop, punching at everything I could get my knuckles on. “It’s...all...your...fault.”

Honestly, I don’t know where the hell I got the strength to take Captain America down in one move and on top of that be beating him to a pulp, but right now I don’t care.

He finally manages to push me off him, his face bloody and his breaths coming in labored pants. Nurses and doctors are rushing over to see what the commotion was all about. 

I don’t wait for them, dodging the aiding Avengers’ hands with a level of stealth even I didn’t know I had. I was so angry. I kick him in the ribs, ignoring his painful grunts, and sit on his stomach, my hands lunging for and tightly gripping his throat. 

I could only see red flashing behind my lids. I was pissed, sure, but I would never kill Steve, not really.

Steve continues to scratch at my hands and the rest of the Avengers are trying to pry me off. I scowl. “I should kill you for what you did, but I won’t. Believe it or not, Y/n would never forgive me for it. Even after you hurt her so much.” Then I stood up, ripped my arms from the team’s grips and stormed off, bumping my shoulder harshly with Natasha’s on my way out. 

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Monster next door.

Request: Can I get a one shot where Bryce and the Reader are best friends (like how he was with Justin). She’s on the tapes too after Bryce’s tape but no one could bring themselves to give them to her. So she listens to the tapes when Clay releases them. Then she gets super angry with Bryce. You can do whatever you feel with that. Thank you(:

A/n: I get that most people don’t like when writers write about Bryce/ Monty. So if you feel uncomfortable by this then go a head and either skip this, unfollow me or block me.🤷🏽‍♀️ I’m not at all supporting the character.

“Words like this is what Hannah is saying on the tape.”

Italics stand for flashbacks.

(B/n) stands for brothers name.

Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Suicide, Violence, & Swearing

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“My life was just like a train, the straight path was bullshit, rumors, and failed friendships. The occasional turns were the brief moments of happiness I felt. Until the railings had to go straight again which resulted in the train wreck at the end. With that being said I welcome you to tape 13. Enter (Y/n) (L/n).

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‘To: Justin F.🤞🏽❤️

Hey Justin. It’s (Y/n)...again. Could you just text me or something? Let me know your okay buddy? I really miss you. Your still my best friend so if you ever need me, I’ll be here. No matter what. Love you Foley.❤️’

You sighed lightly to yourself as you sent the text knowing very well you wouldn’t get an answer, again. Justin had completely disappeared with out so much as saying a goodbye which hurt more than you would’ve thought it would. “Hey sis! I’m ready for school!” Your seven year old brother said snapping you back into reality.

“Bryce isn’t taking you guys to school today?” Your mother asked looking just as confused as your little brother. “No. He had to make a baseball meeting early today so I’m just gonna take us. Ready (B/n)?” You said grabbing your backpack slinging it over your shoulder.

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“Every school has their it girl. You were exactly that, but so much more.You were a friend to everyone, nerds, goths, preps, troubled kids, and me. You were kind. You are a literal ray of light here at a prison like Liberty High. A light that gets dimmed out by the shadows she surrounds herself with. When I first got to Liberty High I wanted a friendship like the one you, Bryce and Justin had. You were all ready to take a bullet for eachother something I couldn’t understand. Maybe that’s how friendships work, how would I know. How could someone so evil be friends with someone so pure like you? I gathered what little courage I had walking all the way to your doorsteps that was next to Bryce’s house. I was determined on letting you know that your best friend was a monster. That there was a monster next door.”

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You walked awkwardly in the hallways not sure of how to exactly react to everyone who was staring at you. Not the usual ‘oh hey it’s (y/n)’ type of stares, these were stares of pity. You walked through the dead silent hallways which definitely made you shiver. You quickly walked to your locker which was next to Bryce’s.

“Hey there kiddo’.. What’s wrong?” Monty said bringing you into a side hug which is how you two usually greeted one another. “People are staring more than often are they not?” You murmured under your breath while Monty left his arm around your shoulder.

“They uh. Must’ve heard about Bryce and Chloe. They’re going through a rough patch right now is all. No need to worry.” Monty said ruffling your hair playfully before dragging you both off to class. “H-Hey slow down you brainless jerk!” You shouted as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

Scott sighed to himself seeing you smiling brightly. He knew if he told you the truth that smile would never be the same ever again. Was knowing the truth really going to break you as bad as he thought it would.

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“Funny thing about courage. I didn’t have any of it while I was alive. I had stood at your doorsteps until the sun went down and it began to rain. I had failed. I turned back ready to go home in defeat when you opened the door. I stared at you not sure of what to say if you asked what I was doing at your house. Instead you invited me inside with that welcoming smile of yours. That’s just the type of person you are (Y/n). You were a friend that I so desperately needed.”

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A ten year old girl sat alone reading a comic book of Iron Man in the corner. Her (E/c) eyes were completely fixated on the superhero who was kicking ass. She didn’t even notice the boy who sat next to her and also began reading. “Woah. Tony Stark’s a badass huh?”

The small girl jumped turning to the blonde haired boy who smiled to the girl. “Don’t scare me like that!” She whispered to the boy who giggled slightly. “Sorry about that I just didn’t want to bother you. I’m more of a Captain America guy myself. Your an Iron Man fan?” He said as she nodded her head. “Yup! Iron Man and Spider-Man!” She said. “Captain America and Thor!”

The two of them must’ve talked for what felt like forever. They both had lost track of time before realizing they had to go home. “I live up the street from here.” He said carrying the stack of comics which belonged to Spider-Man. “I do too! Wanna walk together?” She said carrying the stack of comics which were Thor.

The two walked home side by side still raving about their favorite super heroes. That is until they stopped infront of a white luxurious home. “Well! This is me.” The (H/c) girl said while the boy smiled from ear to ear. “What no way! I’m right next door! I never got your name.” He said excitedly now that he had a friend.

“My names (Y/n) (L/n).”

“My names Bryce Walker.”

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“The entire night I spent laughing with your amazing family. Your father was intimidating turns out he’s a complete dork, just like you are. Your mother was literally an angel of every religion combined into one to be this absolute goddess, like you as well. Your little brother was a kind, gentle boy. He looked up to you and Bryce which made me fear what kind of man he’d become in a couple of years. As I walked through your luxurious household I couldn’t help but notice every picture that hung on the walls. Most of them you were in were with Justin and Bryce. One in particular caught my eye. You were on Bryce’s back getting a piggy back ride both of you with the brightest smiles I’d ever seen either of you wear. I then realized. I couldn’t do it. How could I take away something that important like that from you. He was a monster but he made you happy. Ironic right? We’re both thinking of the same person with one feeling hate while the other feeling love.

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You walked into the cafeteria while all eyes seemed to fall on you yet again. You glanced over to the group that was your friends now seeing Bryce there. You’d felt relived to see he seemed to be doing okay. You walked over taking a seat next to Scott who was silent , and infront of Bryce. “Hey there Bryce. (B/n) missed you this morning.”

“Hey there kiddo’! I missed both you guys this morning. Just come over later and we’ll all hang in the pool house.” Bryce said making Monty groan loudly in annoyance. “Aww man now we have to play baby sitter.” Both you and Bryce looked over to Monty both speaking at the same time. “Fuck you Monty!”

“Well I just wanted to check in before I left. I’m gonna be in the library I got to study. So I’ll see you guys later.” You said gathering your belongings taking Bryce’s Gatorade. “What? You just got here I haven’t seen you all day.” Bryce said as you walked over to give him a proper goodbye. “I already said I’d be going over later today.” You said giving Bryce a hug which he gladly returned.

“Aww man. Why does Bryce get a full on hug and I get side hugs? Saving a special kiss for me?” Monty said while you made your way over to him while he puckered his lips. Bryce narrowed his eyes at Monty in either anger or irritation. “Sure Monty when you learn how to spell toothbrush. See you guys later!” You said hugging Monty around his head before walking off to the library.

Scott never spoke to you which really came as a shock to you. He was always going out of his way to just say hello. Yet he couldn’t even look you in the eyes today.

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“You kindly drove me home, even giving me a jacket saying I needed to stay warm. Small acts like that just go to prove what a kind and gentle person you are (Y/n). I didn’t have the courage to tell you what that your best friend did to me. In a hot tub I’m sure you two grew up playing in. A few yards away from a house you and your warm kind family called home. But, like I said before courage is a funny thing.”

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You were on the floor reading a text book you needed for calculus. Until someone came and sat in front of you sounding like they were running. You rose your head to see Scott looking at you apologetically. “H-Hey Scotty you okay?” You said closing your text book while he took out his phone.

“(Y/n). I need to confess something to you and I just want you to sit there and listen okay?” Scott said making you nod your head softly. “Hannah made tapes explaining why she did what she did. They were released last night which is why everyone was staring at you. You need to listen to them please. Go somewhere and listen to them alone.” Scott said watching your expression fall.

“There was no practice this morning. Bryce called us in to warn us not to tell you but I’m tiered of people looking at me like I’m a pig. So could you please just listen.” Scott said before sending you the audio files. He leaned forward hugging you softly which you returned before getting up and walking away leaving you shocked.

“I had no courage when I was alive to really do anything. Yet thinking of death has given me courage I never knew I had. So with this newly found courage. I, Hannah Baker am warning you (Y/n) (L/n). Bryce Walker is responsible for the rape of two girls. One of them is me the other well.. you’ll just have to ask.”

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“My life was just like a train, the straight path was bullshit, rumors, and failed friendships. The occasional turns were the brief moments of happiness I felt. Clay was one of my brief moment of happiness. You (Y/n) (L/n) were my second brief moment of happiness. You (Y/n) do not belong on this list. But if I’m going to tell my story I need to tell it all. (Y/n) you were one of the two reasons I was considering to not to kill myself in the end. I never got the chance to say it properly, but now’s a good of time as any. So thank you (Y/n). For everything.”

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Everyone was staring at you just like they were earlier that day. These weren’t looks of pity, they were looks of shock. Your eyes were as red from the crying you’d done in the library alone. You could’ve saved Hannah. You let Hannah down. You felt disappointed in yourself. If you hadn’t fell asleep in the pool house with Alex and Montgomery maybe you could’ve stopped Bryce.

“Yo! Kidd..(Y/n)? You good?” Bryce said as you marched towards him with hot tears of anger still falling from your (E/c) eyes. You clenched your hand tightly making a small fist. As soon as you were close enough you pulled your hand all the way back slamming it right in between Bryce’s eyebrows and upper nose.

“Woah! (Y/n)!”

“What the fuck!”

“Stop it!”

The group you once considered your friends said pulling you back. “Let me go rapist!!” You shouted loudly as you began punching all of them. They all backed away in shock of not only being called a rapist but at you swinging at them. “What the fuck (Y/n)?!” Bryce said as he clenched onto his disfigured nose.

Monty wrapped his arms around you hugging onto you tightly restricting your arms under his. “Let me go! Let me go now you stupid BITCH!” You shouted while jumping trying to free yourself. “What’s wrong!” Bryce said placing his hands on either side of your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” A young Bryce asked as you wiped the tears from your (E/c) eyes. “Nothing really Bryce. I just.. I don’t have any friends.” Bryce stared you you while you continued crying like a baby. He got on his knees to sit in front of you wiping away the tears from your face. “Well I’m your friend now right? No need to worry. Well be friends forever. Like Steve and Bucky.” Bryce said offering you a hand up off the ground.

Tears of sadness filled your eyes staring into Bryce’s. You began to question where did that little boy that helped you that day go? Had he died long before Hannah had even gotten to Liberty High. Where did your Bryce Walker go?

You jumped up as high as you could slamming your feet onto Bryce’s face making him shout out in pain. “Fuck you! I want my Bryce! MY BRYCE NOT THIS FUCKING RAPIST!!” You shouted as you continued slamming your feet on his head which was now lowered. Monty turned you towards the lockers which you used as an advantage. You placed your feet on the locker using them to jump, flipping you and Monty over with him landing on the back of his head harshly.

You ran towards Bryce bringing your hands to the back of his head pulling him towards your knee slamming them together repeatedly. “Give me Bryce! My Bryce! My Bryce! My Bryce! My Bryce!” You screamed through a cracked voice as you continued crying.

“Like Steve and Bucky.” Bryce said through a toothy grin still with his hand extended.

People stood back watching your rage take over you. That is until one person came to stop you. The only one other than Bryce who could get you out of this murder like state.

“(Y/n). That’s enough.” You let Bryce drop to the floor when you turned to see your other best friend who disappeared months ago. “Justin?” You asked as you stared at him silently. He offered you a soft smile and open arms. You ran towards him already crying like a child. “I know. Come on (Y/n) were going home.” Justin said as he picked you up off the ground carrying you to your car.

You wrapped your arms around him sobbing loudly while he, Tony and Clay drove to his new home. “Our Bryce is gone.” You whispered before clenching onto Justin tightly. “Yeah. But I’m back and I’m not leaving anytime soon.” Justin said as he stroked the back of your head softly.

Bryce watched painfully with blood falling from his eye, nose, and lip. Your Bryce might’ve been dead but at least you still had your Justin.

[imeanitrytowrite]

Coffeeshop au / college au?

Authors note: okay so... I had glanced ever a bunch of stony coffeeshop au's that made me so happy. Then I listened to a Male version of lady gaga's paparazzi and this came to mind. Couples are Cherik, Stony, and Spideypool. Its unfinished and up for adoption.

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Tony Charles and Peter start a coffee shop because they all can't live without coffee ofcourse. But according to Natasha and raven the brawny blondes better known as Steve Erik and wade are going to visit the café boys soon. The café boys are known as the brainy brunettes because Natasha and raven are assholes. Anyways the brainy brunettes and brawny blondes have a crush on eachother and are totally looking forward to this!

The bell jingles above the door as the door to the café opens. "hi!" smiles a boy with striking blue eyes and brown hair. "welcome to the nerdy boy cafe!" says another brown haired boy with acdc shirt. "that's not the name the cafe!" the third brown haired boy pouts in his spidered shirt. "yeah I guess your right.. Anyways!" the acdc wearing boy starts. "I'm tony!" he says loudly as the first brown haired boy says shyly "I'm charles" "and I'm peter!" says the brown haired boy wearing a shirt with a spider on it. Tony smirks instead of smiles. While Charles smiles lovingly and widely. Peter's smile is shy but loud enough. "so!"starts up tony, "what would you like to order?" Natasha and raven laugh loudly as tony and Charles pout. "I thought we were pretty good that time." Charles says pouting more. "actually I agree with Charlie here." tony says with a smirk. Peter sighs then all the brown haired boys sigh. "your sure you heard the brawned blondes were going to come here?" Peter asks skeptically. Natasha and raven smirk then nod. "I heard wade, erik, and Steve were planning to hang out here sometime this week." they both say their smirks getting wider. "but why would they come here?" Charles asks leaning on the counter. "yeah!" Peter says making natasha's coffee. Tony leans on the counter with his elbows looking at the girls as he says "were the brained brunettes why would they even think of comming here?" Natasha and raven both turn to eachother and resist the urge to face palm. "doesn't matter!! What matters is their comming soon and you 3 love sick cats need to be ready!" "I am not a cat!" tony hisses. Charles absent mindidly answers "I guess I kind of am a cat" "I always thought I was more of a dog." Peter says as he hands Natasha her black coffee.

Natasha and raven smirked at eachother to the point where even Charles could hear their evil thoughts. "COME ON!! NO!! WE WILL LOOK LIKE IDIOTS!" He practically screeched as he read their minds. They chuckled evily as both tony and Peter became startled at charles' outburst. "what?!? What are they planning!" tony said as he looked at a pale Charles. "you remember how you used to be super obsessed with captain america?"Charles says slowly turning to tony. Tony's face becomes as red as a tomato, his hackles raising as he hisses "I TOLD YOU TO NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN!" Charles proceeds to hiss back "DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT STILL HAVE THAT CAPTAIN AMERICA BARISTA APERON!?!?" Tony blinks but nods slowly "y-yeah?what about-" then tony becomes white as a sheet and screeches at natasha. "OH NO! NO NO NO NO NO! THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL! I JUST BOUGHT THAT ON A BINGE OF WATCHING THE OLD CAPTAIN AMERICA CARTOONS! THAT'S NOT MEANT TO-" a shiver runs down tony's spine as he feels Natasha slowly turn to him. It's like he's already being stabbed in the back with a knife. Peter looks at his white faced friends then smirks "and whos going to make me and charles' one?" Charles snaps out of it and nods standing with Peter thinking they have got this. Then raven walks towards them menacingly as she reaches into Peters pocket and pulls out his phone. She scrolls thorough the contacts until she comes up to the name she's looking for. She taps it and as it rings the boys still look smug. Until a familiar voice rings across the room. "hello?" Mary Jane says through the speaker. "yo mj it's ya girl raven!" raven says looking Peter straight in the eye. "oh! Raven!! It's so good to hear from you!" mj answers happily. "yeah I know it's been forever, can you do me a favor beautiful?" raven says as the color drains off charles' and Peters face. "of course anything for you, you big blue whore." mj says as Peters eyes widen having never heard his best friend say such words. " these boys are starting a café and they need their" boyfriends" symbols to show who their hearts go out to think you can sow them a few up?" raven smirks wider looking at her. Nails nonechelontly. "of course blue girl I got you!". Mj replies with amusement in her voice. "thanks red spider I'll see you later.". Raven says as she hangs up the phone. Natasha smirks and sips her black coffee walking out the door. "then it's all set see you boys tommarow with your new aperons." Natasha and raven wave as all three boys just stand there regretting befriending these evil wemon. "why did we have to be gay?" tony groans into his arms as he shields himself from the world on the counter.

"Alright, does everyone have the confidence to go today?" Steve asked with his hands on his hips looking around the room. Erik was using his magnetic powers to create something out of metal while wade was pacing the floor. Wade looked up and smiled. " nope! I never have any confidence im a fucking wreck but let's do this anyways!" he said running his fingers through his blonde hair. Steve was confused wether or not they should go. Honestly, no matter how long he had been friends with wade he would never understand him. Wade looked around and smiled wider as he said "guys it's just dark humor!" both Erik and Steve sighed in relief. Even though wade was a little crazy they loved him to death. He was one of them for sure. "shouldn't we be going?" Erik said Gruffley as he stood up. Wade and Steve looked at eachother nodding as Erik walked out. Steve pouted whispering to wade as they followed him "I thought I was the leader" wade just shrugged honestly not caring. The closer and closer to the café the boys got the more they felt their hearts race. "wait!" wade said making them stop a few feet infront of the cafe. "Didn't raven and Natasha set this up?" wade asked as realization flooded Steve and erik's beings. Steve's look transformed into a look of battle. "we have to be ready!! We don't know how they look behind that door." Steve said in his captain America voice. "what if they look hella cute!?!" wade gasped as he cupped his face eyes wide. "WHAT IF WE CAN'T HANDLE IT?!?" Erik practically howled in fear. Steve gulped as he thought of how cute his Tony could look behind that door. "that's a risk we will have to take!" Steve said as he began walking again. Wade and Erik looked at eachother the went after steve. Steve slowly reached for the handle of the door and pushed it open. They all stepped into the cafe. Silence, well silence except for the bell above the door ringing and the sound of six hearts beating rappidly.

Tony, Charles and Peter were all hidden in the back room. "what do we do?!?" tony hissed as quiet as possible to Charles. "I-i don't know!" Charles stuttered as he could feel Erik's mind close to him. "Is anybody here?" Steve asked nicely to the empty room. "fuck fuck fuck!" tony almost screeched while he put a hand on his beating heart. "BE STILL!" He hissed to his heart. he was sure the other could hear it. Charles looked worriedly out the back doors window. "we can't just be rude and not come out!"Charles said looking at Peter and tony scornfully. Tony smirked evily as an idea popped in his head. Charles heard the idea and quickly waited for it to happen. Tony pushed Charles as Charles grabbed onto him. Tony and Charles stumbled out of the room groaning. The brawny blondes looked over the table to see who it was. Tony and Charles stood up dusting some dirt off of their barista aperons. "bloody hell that was a horrible idea!" Charles said with a hiss. " I realize that now, Charlie!" tony hissed back. Wade looked at the two as they kept hissing at eachother and trying to be taller than the other. "their like a bunch of cats." wade said as he looked over to the love sick puppy's Whose butts we're Of course wiggling at the sight of their beloved's. Charles and tony growled at eachother until Peter finally gave up and just came out. "STOP IT!" He growled back in the middle of the two boys. Charles hissed at tony then walked up to the counter as he fixed his hair. "what would you like to drink today?" Charles said with a sweet smile. "I'd like to know what your all wearing today!"wade said with a childish smile. All three of the boys blushed and looked down. "and where can I buy me some!excpecially caps abs! Tony where did you even get that?" wade asked jumping up and down. Tony ducked his head and blushed even deeper as he mumbled "it's limited edition you can't buy it." "yeah!" Peter said his face still flushed. "mj made these" Charles said pulling on his magneto barista aperon.

Erik slapped Steve's arm without looking away from Charles who was taking wades order. "Steeb! Steeb! Steeb! Remember what I said earlier?" Erik said lightly smacking Steve's arm. Steve's butt was wiggling as he took in his flushed tony wearing his barista aperon. Tony glared, smacking his hands on the counter. "AYE! You gotta order something! Comprende?!?"tony said with a glare. Steve looked at Erik for an idea of what to get. "just black coffee for us." Erik said with a somewhat smile. "y-yeah!"stuttered steve. "black as my soul!" he cried dramatically. Tony looked at him unimpressed "so" he started with a smirk. "lots of sugar in it and vanilla creamer?" "yes please" Steve said as he hung his head in shame. Tony chuckled cutely then quickly went over to make it. Charles, tony and Peter were like Balerinas behind the counter. Graceful, fluid, and never touching eachother but crossing paths. They were defiantly in their zone, and considering how much coffee the 3 brunettes drank it was honestly. No surprise. "I can't deal!". Both Steve and Erik whispered as tony and Charles dodged eachother gracefully. Tony leaned over the counter to give Steve his cofee. "here you go red white and blue" tony said with a wink. "enjoy!"Charles said as he handed Erik his with a sweet smile. Erik quickly sipped it to hide his blush and made his way to one of the café's tables. He ended up getting back up to drag Steve away because he would not stop staring at tony.

Peter gave wade his coffee with a soft smile then went back to conversing with freinds. "I wonder why their wearing our symbols"asked wade looking to his blushing freinds. "I mean it looks cute on Peter so much I'd like to squeeze myself into that tight ass or he can squeeze me to death with those thighs of his"wade drooled and practically moaned. "you know tony said that his aperon was one of a kind I wonder why that is?" Erik said looking at Steve who was still staring at tony, his butt still wiggling in the seat. "dunno, don't care, it looks fuckin' beautiful on him though"Steve said with Brooklyn twang and a dreamy sigh.

[rookiesinsmut-blog]

Don't Flirt! (Jonghyun X Reader)

Whenever you went out with Jonghyun he would follow you everywhere like a lost puppy. He was super quiet, super shy, and often did whatever you wanted to. Outside he was an angel, a perfect boyfriend.

When you two were alone though, well that was a different story.

Request: you write for nu'est right? can you do a smut with jonghyun, i know he seems vanilla, but i want a daddy! dom! jonghyun where he punishes you because you purposely flirt with dongho. thank you

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1896

Author: Hyemi

Warning: not for the faint of heart or for those who don't love JR. SUPER SMUT AHEAD

Jonghyun in bed was a completely different Jonghyun than the one that everyone knew. Only you knew of his true self though, since he never showed that side of him to anyone else.

One night you and Jonghyun were hanging at Donghos place, playing video games and watching a movie. Jonghyun was upset with you over something dumb, something you couldn't even remember honestly. It was just one of those days.

As the three of you waited for your pizza to be delivered, Jonghyun was sitting on the floor in front of the television, playing a game by himself and very obviously ignoring you. 

"Jonghyun-ah, can you get me some water?" You asked as you sat on the couch next to Dongho. He completely ignored you, making Dongho smirk.

"Jonghyun. Hey," you clapped your hands to get his attention. It didn't work. Just to see what would happen, you sighed over dramatically, leaning your head on Dongho's shoulder. It felt weird to you because it wasn't Jonghyun, but you would deal. Dongho suppressed a laugh, snorting a little.

Jonghyun stayed glued to the TV.

"Sooooo... Dongho. Do you like Messi?" You asked the man beside you.

"You know Messi?" He asked, looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

"Pshaw, everyone knows Messi," you said, even though you didn't know anything about Messi. You just knew he was a soccer player and that guys liked him.

"Well yeah, but not girls," Dongho played along, catching at what you were trying to do. "Tha’ts really impressive that you know of him." You both looked at Jonghyun, who had no reaction.

"Thanks," you said continuing, "Do you play soccer? You look like you work out a lot."

"Oh I work out all the time. Feel my arms," Dongho lifted his sleeve, flexing. At this, Jonghyun looked back, eyes sharp.

"Oh wow. Oh wow," you said, squeezing his bicep. "Your skin is so soft too."

"Really?" Dongho asked. He rubbed his arm, 'accidentally' touching your hand with his. Dongho was a pretty good actor, and he blushed a little, so you followed his lead.

"There's this place I go to down the road sometimes that gives out free coffee, I should take you sometime." He said, offering you a smirk.

"Uh, no no no." Jonghyun finally intervened, standing up and sitting in between you two. "No no no no NO."

"Sure, I'd love to. You know how I love coffee," you ignored Jonghyun. He had a very innocently shocked look on his face, making it hard not to laugh.

"Stop!" Jonghyun shouted, a plea in his eyes. You felt a little bad for him, but he deserved it.

"They have the best coffee. And the most comfortable chairs." Dongho had a clear smirk on his face now, and as Jonghyun looked back at him Dongho winked at you, which Jonghyun clearly caught.

"Stop, she's mine!" Jonghyun grabbed Dongho's collar. Dongho put his arms up in defense even though he would clearly win in a fight between the two of them. 

"I'm not anyone's," you stated. You got up and headed to the bathroom, purposely swaying your hips and walking slowly to tease your man.

"You're mine," you heard Jonghyun growl behind you. You turned around as Dongho’s phone rang, signalling the pizza was here, probably at the lobby of the building.

"Uh, I'm gonna go get that. Don't kill eachother while I'm gone." He got up and left the apartment.

You watched as Jonghyun slowly walked to the front door, locking Dongho out with a sharp click of the dead bolt. He turned around slowly, looking angry. He slowly smirked before barking out a low order.

"Room. Now."

Your face paled. You knew exactly what he was going to do to you. Your heart started beating quickly at the thought.

You obliged, heading for the spare room of Dongho's place. He quickly caught up behind you and as he followed you into the room, slamming the door behind him, he grabbed your arms and spun you around.

"We need to have a talk," he said sternly, a fire in his eyes.

"About what?" You feigned innocence. His grip on you was like iron, and you could already feel warmth radiating off him from being so close. In this moment you knew you needed him.

"You know about what," he smirked, leaning in close, his lips hovering over your own. "You've been a bad girl, Y/N."

He pushed you back roughly until the back of your legs hit the end of the bed, and again until you sat down. He hovered above you, your heart pounding, your body aching for him. 

"Do you want me?" He whispered seductively, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded shakily, "Yes," you said.

He lessened his grip on you, slowly taking his belt off of his pants. "Or do you want Dongho?"

You gulped.

"I want you." You told him. He threw his belt to the side, hitting the wall with it and creating a loud sound.

"Prove it," he growled. He pushed you back and crawled on top of you, easily trapping you beneath him. He didn't give you an opportunity to prove it, though, as he rubbed his bulge against you, making you moan.

"Say my name," he demanded.

"J-Jonghyun-" you started, but he interrupted you with a quick and painful thrust, rubbing you too hard through your clothes to handle. You wanted him so bad, and you knew you weren't gonna get him any time soon.

"Louder." he commanded.

"Jonghyun," you moaned. He traced one of his fingers down your jaw slowly, raising goosebumps. His finger trailed down your neck, down your torso, pausing slightly in-between your breasts, and then continuing down. He expertly slipped his hand into your panties, rubbing slow, burning circles around.

"Say it again." He pressed down on your clit, sending a huge shock through you, making you gasp in the harsh sensation.

"Jonghyun," you moaned as loud as you could.

"Good job baby girl," he whispered slowly. He trailed the tip of his tongue around behind your ear, nibbling on the end. "You're so wet for me. So fucking wet," he moaned against your skin, nibbling on your skin and sucking on the spot just below your jaw where he knew you liked. He sucked until it hurt, rubbing you until you started to shake uncontrollably.

"Jonghyun, I'm gonna come-" you warned him, which you shouldn't have. He immediately stopped rubbing you, bringing his finger to his lips, leaving you shivering in confusion. He sucked on his finger, playing around with it, making you wait.

"You taste so good baby," he cooed. He pressed his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You hummed against his mouth, both in disappointment and pleasure. You felt his hand slide back down, slowly but surely, rubbing you slower this time.

"Jonghyun-ah," you whined into the kiss. You wiggled underneath his weight, trying to get him to rub you harder or to rub him back, whichever worked best, but he had you pinned too tightly and you couldn't manage to do either. Jonghyun uttered a low, deep laugh, making you pout.

"Please," you begged, making him laugh again.

"If you beg harder... Maybe I'll think about it." He murmured against your lips.

"Fuck Jonghyun, please please please. I need you, I need you now. Please." You whined with no shame. Your skin was itching, your insides burning for him. He was driving you utterly crazy. If he didn't put his dick in you now you didn't know what you were going to do. Maybe die. Maybe that’s too dramatic, but it sure felt that way. Your insides were churning with pleasure that ebbed to and fro, from an almost high to a painful low in minutes.

"Do you love me baby?" He smirked.

"Yes! Give me your dick now!" You pleaded, raising your hips up as hard as you could against his hand.

"Mmmm," he hummed, amused by the control he had over you. "So impatient." He lessened his tight hold on you and you immediately went to work. Your hands shot down straight to his pants, pulling them down only enough for his hard member to stick out. He stayed still as you pulled your own pants down enough to give room for movement and then took his cock in your hands.

He moaned as you quickly guided him into you, immediately thrusting up as hard as you could. He allowed you to grind yourself against him for a few seconds before he took control again.

"Slow down baby," he nodded his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you softly. 'Oh come on,' you thought, 'Now was not the time to be cute and lovey dovey.'

You whined as he slowed it down, pumping himself in and out of you at a painfully slow pace. Your heart was beating erratically and you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack any minute. He nibbled at your skin, humming contentedly. How was he not dying?!

"Mmm. I love you so much," he mumbled into your skin.

"If you really love me then you'll make me come," you whined, pulling at his hair in frustration. He laughed, and the son of a bitch slowed his pace even more. You could count the seconds it took for him to slide in to you, just hitting your spot before slowly sliding out, his body shaking a little more each time. You knew this was killing him just as much as it was killing you; he just wasn't showing it.

"Jonghyun-ah..." You moaned loudly, trying to get him to go faster, harder, anything but this excruciating experience. "Give it to me." You tried to control your voice, making it as soft as possible because you knew it would phase him. He was shaking with the effort, and you knew he was gonna give in at some point.

He sighed, panting, and after you jolted your hips up again, he groaned, unable to keep his torture up. He quickened his pace, thrusting in and out as hard as he could, making you moan his name until you finally came. Despite all the torture he put you through, this was the best orgasm you had ever had, almost making it worth all the pain. Jonghyun came inside of you almost immediately after, filling you with his warmth before coming out of you and laying beside you.

The two of you lay there side by side, panting, hearts beating in sync. Jonghyun reached over and took your hand in his, holding it tightly before raising it to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. You smiled over at him and he grinned back.

"Dongho's gonna be so mad." You said, making both of you giggle.

-Hyemi

[thegreatwhiteferret]

Attention

Summary: Richie chose drugs over his relationship with Stan, but can't stand the thought of him moving on. Now he will do anything to get Stan's attention back on him.

A/N: It’s a lot of feelings and smut y’all and I am sorry in advance. [NSFW, Aged up to 18, right before High School graduation. Drug use, Underage Drinking, Angst, Revenge Porn, and Feelings.]  

NSFW under cut...

Stan was pacing the floor. Watching the phone. He would pause every so often to straighten something on the coffee table, his overwhelming need to have everything organized ticking away at him even in moments like this. Richie was supposed to call. He was going to go home, check in to see how bad his parental situation was, and then call Stan. That was two and a half hours ago. He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the couch and ran his hands over his face. Richie was flaking more and more as of late. Coming up with weak excuses and bailing on their plans. Stan missed him, missed the crazy chaotic boy that held his heart.

When he had waited three hours to no avail, Stan decided he was done. He trudged up the stairs and ripped off his sweater and ass accentuating pants, it was Richie’s favorite outfit, that’s why he had worn it. There was no point in being dressed up now. He stared at his reflection in the mirror above his dresser.

He had carefully groomed himself when he had gotten home from school from top to bottom. He had spent 45 minutes trying to tame the curls on top of his head, the corkscrews were resistant to product and still popped up all over the place. He had attempted to tame his lower half as well, carefully shaving, cleaning, and prepping so that he would be ready for Richie later. He was hoping that tonight they would be spending some time making his prep worthwhile. They hadn’t slept together in almost a month, Richie always coming up for some excuse as to why he had to head home. It killed Stan, he was starting to think that something was wrong with him, that he couldn’t please his boyfriend anymore. He was hoping that tonight he could break them out of the slump and get back to who they were, but now he knew that it was a wasted effort.

Stan shook the thoughts of his missing boyfriend out of his mind. He pulled a polo and some khakis on, making sure everything was straight. He marched down the stairs and grabbed his jacket, slipping his shoes on by the door, and calling a goodbye to his parents over his shoulder. He headed out into the cold, and began walking towards the Derry Arcade, where he knew he would find Bill and Mike.

He could see the lights of the arcade in the distance when he heard a loud commotion in the alley between two buildings. He knew that he should keep walking but couldn’t help himself, he looked over at the noise and saw a group of kids whooping and hollering. He froze. In the middle of the group, laughing loudly was none other than his boyfriend, Richie Tozier. Stan looked on in horror, this is what he had waited for? His boyfriend, who was living it up with these random kids? Then it took a turn for the worse, Stan looked closer, and noticed that some of the hoodlums appeared to be snorting a white powder off the hood of a beaten up car.

Stan watched as Richie stepped up to the car and took a long hit, closing his eyes in bliss, when Richie opened his eyes again they met Stan’s. He panicked.

“Shit! Stan! Stanley!” He called, rushing towards the boy, but Stan was already running. He felt Richie grab his arm, damn him and those super long legs. Richie pulled Stan around to face him and was just about to speak when Stan lifted his hand and slapped him right across his face, Richie stumbled back and grabbed his cheek.

“WHAT THE FUCK, RICHIE?” Stan wailed, “I wait at home all night for you to call so that we can hang out, and this is what you’re fucking doing?”

“I can explain, Stan...it’s not what you think, you’re overreacting.” Richie slurred, trying to calm his boyfriend down while his mind was beginning to fully swirl from the bump of cocaine he had just done.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’m overreacting? Drugs, Rich. You’re doing drugs.” Stan scoffed, wrapping his arms around himself as the chill from the air and his boyfriend’s demeanor began reaching his bones.

“Jesus Christ, Uris. You’re so fucking uptight.” Richie responded, “So dramatic about everything. It’s just a bit of coke, it’s not a big deal.” Stan rolled his eyes, this was so like Richie, deflecting his own issues by insulting those who actually gave a fuck about him.

“If this is no big deal, why didn’t you tell me? We tell eachother everything! If you have a problem…”

“I don’t have a problem, I can stop whenever I want.” Richie cut him off. “And maybe I didn’t tell you because I knew that you would be a little bitch about this. Looks like I was right.”

“Fuck you, Richie.” Stan said, tears threatening to well up in his eyes, he willed his body to keep them in, “I’m done. Enjoy your fucking drugs and new friends, obviously they are more important than our relationship.” With than Stan turned and walked away, not even turning around to see Richie’s reaction.

*

A giggle erupted from Stan’s mouth. It was an uncharacteristic sound, so free and pure, but it was certainly a welcome change. He writhed and wiggled as fingers pressed into his rib cage. His eyes were watering from laughing so hard.

“All you have to do, Stanny, is say that DC is better than Marvel.” The owner of the fingers chided, digging them in at just the right spot for Stan to squeal again.

“Not a chance, Archie. Marvel has way better storylines and character development! Batman is just a rich guy with stupid gadgets!” He protested through his giggles. Archie sighed and relented. “You give up way too easy.” Stan laughed when he caught his breath and a tongue was stuck out at him in response.

“Good lord, why don’t you too just make out already?” Bev joked from behind the magazine that she was reading while sprawled out on overstuffed chair in the Hanlon’s den. Stan and Archie both blushed and moved away from each other slightly. Mike gave her a pointed look. “I was just joking. Lighten up, would ya?”

“S-so, are w-we carpooling to B-Ben’s party this w-w-weekend?” Bill asked, attempting to change the topic and relieve some of the awkwardness. Mike plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

“Sure, Babe, we can take the farm truck, all of us should fit if we squeeze in.” Mike suggested, looking around for answers from the remaining members of their crew. Bev gave a thumbs up and Eddie agreed as long as he was allowed to sit in a seat with an actual seat belt.

“Is it okay if I meet you there a little bit later?” Archie whispered to Stan, “I have to spend all day Saturday working on my lap report for physics, someone has been distracting me from actually getting it done.” Stan ducked his head and blushed a little bit. He had really enjoyed getting to know Archie, it had helped pull him out from his three month long depressive episode after splitting up with Richie. He felt good, really good. His worries melted away when he was talking to the other boy, he was so easy to talk to and be himself with. He never called him over dramatic either.

“Hmm, well whoever is distracting you must be pretty awesome.” Stan winked at him and Archie rolled his eyes. “But yeah, that’s totally fine. Ben’s parties usually amp up around ten or so.”

They hung out a little longer, talking about school work and the latest gossip, before they started to break off so that they could get home before dark. Stan and Archie headed out last, leaving Bill and Mike to be the adorably disgusting boyfriends that they were. They walked down the dirt road leading back to town. Stan kicked a rock with his shoe, mind swirling in his head.

“Penny for your thoughts, Uris?” Archie asked, giving the curly haired boy a sideways glance. Stan looked back over at him, compiling his thoughts.

“I was just thinking about how grateful I am to have met you.” Stan replied, carefully gauging Archie’s reaction. They hadn’t talked extensively about their respective sexualities. Archie knew that Stan was gay, and had heard from the other Losers that he had gone through an awful break up shortly before they had met. Stan knew that Archie wasn’t so cut and dry, he had had a serious girlfriend before he had moved to Derry, but he had been flirting with Stan...unless Stan had read the signs wrong and he was just super friendly.

“I’m glad I met you too. Moving here was super hard, but knowing you has made it way easier.” Archie said sincerely, stopping in his tracks and grabbing onto Stan’s hand. Stan cocked his head to the side, wondering why they had stopped and then he felt lips press to his own. He responded quickly, Both boys melted into the kiss, and Stan pushed them backwards until he had Archie pressed up against a tree.

They made out for a little longer before they actually walked home; faces flushed, stomachs jittery, and hands intertwined.

*

“H-hey, Stan. C-can I talk t-to you for a m-minute?” Bill asked as they unloaded books into their lockers and got ready for their calculus class.

“Sure, Bill, what’s up?” Stan asked, putting his textbooks back in schedule order on the shelf of his locker. There was never a situation that didn’t improve with organization.

“It’s s-shit, but I t-thought that I s-should tell you b-before someone else d-does…” Bill started, before being cut off.

“Well what do we have here? If it isn’t the Jewish cum guzzling twink of Derry?” Henry Bowers laughed and his crew chimed in.

“Look at this little faggot, he just wants to be on his knees.” Victor Criss spat, “Such a hungry little cumslut.”

“Look at those shorts, so tight, however do you hide your girly panties under there?” Belch added, “Such a little fag, I bet you want to wear bras too.”

They continue to laugh loudly and hurl homophobic insults at him as he rushed down the hallway, Bill hot on his tail. He could feel tears prickling his eyes and was grateful when Bill pulled him into a bathroom and locked the door behind them. He quickly checked to ensure they were alone before full on breaking down.

“What the Hell, Bill? What’s going on?” Stan asked, heaving out breaths and tears flowing down his cheeks.

“St-stan this is w-what I w-was trying to t-tell y-you…” Bill started, sighing before pushing on, “R-Richie has been s-saying some n-na-nasty things about y-you. About w-what you two w-would do t-together.” Stan looked at him questioningly, “S-sexually.”

“Why would he fucking do that?” Stan’s eyes were wide. He had been called homophobic things before, Hell, the whole damn Losers Club had, but never things so specific. Who knew what all Richie had revealed.

“I...I d-don’t know, S-Stan, b-b-but it gets w-worse.” How could it get worse? Stan’s thought was answered when Bill pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Stan. He unfolded the paper carefully and almost puked when he saw what had been photocopied onto it.

There in black and white on the paper was a picture of Stan, on his knees, licking Richie’s dick. He could just make out the lacey panties and stockings that he was wearing, and the mascara that had made his eyes super defined. He recognized the picture. Richie had begged him to let him take a picture of him with his brand new Polaroid camera. Stan had protested, telling him that he didn’t want something like that getting into the wrong hands, but Richie had promised and told Stan how happy it would make him, so he had relented. That was yet another huge mistake that he had made with Richie. Stan threw the paper on the ground and started heaving into the sink. When he had emptied the contents of his stomach, he turned to look at Bill.

“Where did you get this? Are they everywhere? Is there more?” He was panicked. He couldn’t believe that Richie would release this picture.

“T-they were all o-over the q-quad earlier. W-we g-grabbed as m-many as we c-could, but a w-whole bunch of k-kids had t-them.” Bill looked apologetic. “I’m s-sorry, Stan.” Stan’s heart hurt so badly, he felt so betrayed. He had trusted Richie because he had loved him with his whole heart, and Richie was trying to destroy him. He just couldn’t figure out why.

Bill agreed to skip the rest of his classes and take Stan home. He wasn’t going to be able to focus anyway, knowing how badly his friend was hurting. They had almost made it out of the school, when they saw Bev and Ben walking down the hallway. Bev rushed forward and wrapped Stan in her arms, he broke down again and sobbed into her shoulder, any hopes of keeping his dignity were gone.

“I’m so sorry, Stan. I can’t believe that he did this.” She said stroking his back. “Why don’t we go get a whole bunch of ice cream and watch movies. Would that be okay?” Stan nodded and let his friends take him home and take care of him.

*

Ben had told Stan that he didn’t have to make an appearance at his party. That everyone would understand, but Stan wasn’t letting Richie’s shit ruin his life. He was going and he was going to get blitzed out drunk and was going to have fun with his possible new boyfriend. Archie for his part had been super sweet and supportive of Stan. He swore that he hadn’t seen the pictures and had shut down anyone who had tried to spread rumors about his sweet boy.

So Stan was going to this party. He was going to drink his fruity cocktails and dance with Archie, and do whatever the fuck he wanted. He was done letting Richie Tozier control what he did. He put on his tightest pants, black jeans that Bev had bought him from a trendy shop in Portland that made his ass look fantastic, with his favorite pink lace panties underneath. He slipped a black undershirt on and then buttoned up a denim shirt. His curls actually stayed manageable for once, and he swiped a bit of mascara on. It wasn’t the style that he would usually go for, especially not in public, but he felt good.

He raced down the stairs when he heard Mike honk the horn of the trunk and jumped into the backseat with Eddie and Bev. Bev looked over his outfit and smiled at him, he pressed a kiss to her cheek in thanks, and then sat back preparing himself for the night ahead of him.

Stan was beyond tipsy. He was feeling himself. Eddie had tried switching him to water a while ago, but Stan had waited for him to turn his back and had replaced the water with vodka. He could feel the music pulsing through his body and kept thinking of the cute freckle faced redhead that would be showing up soon. He was going to show Archie a good time. Bev had laughed hysterically when he had voiced this out loud, but he didn’t even care.

Suddenly there was a loud bang as a group of grungy looking teens burst into the party. Stan scoffed, at their rudeness before sneaking a bit more alcohol into his cup. When he turned back around, he saw him. Tall and gangly, dark messy curls spilling into his eyes and thick glasses. It was Richie. The other Losers noticed his arrival as well.

“Shit, Stan. I swear I didn’t know that he was going to be here.” Ben sounded like he was panicking, like it was his fault that Richie was a piece of trash asshole. Stan knew that Ben was sincere, he wasn’t mad at him.

Stan was suddenly overcome with rage towards Richie though, so he chugged the rest of his vodka, handed his cup to Eddie and stomped his way over to Richie. Bill tried to reach out to stop him, but Stan shrugged him off and kept moving.

“Hey Trashmouth, you stupid fuckface!” Stan called out, Richie spun on his heel quickly. His face quickly turned from looking as if he had seen a ghost to a shit eating grin.

“Oh hey there, Babygirl. Got your panties in a wad, do ya?” He snarked and his druggie friends laughed with him. Stan had to mentally talk himself down from punching him in his stupid fucking face. Richie looked like shit. Looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, his cheeks had hollowed out even more, cheekbones looking razor sharp. He wore a beat up leather jacket with a grey thermal underneath, and black jeans with holes in them. His eyes were red, not like he was high, but like he had been crying. Stan shook the thought out of his head. Richie was still an asshole who had released that picture to everyone. Who just called him “Babygirl” in front of the entire fucking 12th grade.

“Shut the fuck up, Richard.” Stan screamed, the tips of his ears turning red, “You’ve been running around and throwing dirt on my name! Talking some stupid shit, Trashmouth, considering that I still know all of your secrets.” Richie’s eyes grew in size, he had dished out a ton of shit, just to get a reaction out of Stan, but hadn’t thought about what Stan could do to him in return. “It fucking ends now!” Stan stomped his foot in anger.

“Hah!” Richie gawked, “And what the fuck are you going to do about it?” Stan suddenly remembered where he was, and how many people were staring at them. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the other Losers, faces looking concerned. Bill looked like he wanted to race up and save Stan, like he always did. Stan quickly grabbed Richie’s arm and pulled him up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. He ignored the sound effects that the crowd of teenagers made as they went.

Stan threw Richie into the room and closed the door behind them. Richie sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, while Stan kept his back pressed against the door, trying to clear his head that was still swimming from the alcohol. Richie opened his mouth to undoubtedly make a smart ass comment, but Stan cut him off.

“How could you do this to me, Richie? You loved me at one point, didn’t you? Or was everything about our relationship a lie?” Stan’s anger broke to utter despair.

“Stan.” Richie breathed out before trying to compose himself, “I...I never. I lied. I was shit, but I did love you. I still love you. But you deserve better than some stupid druggie, better than someone who is broken beyond repair.”

“We are all broken, Rich, but that doesn’t mean that you hurt the people who care about you. You promised me that you would never show anyone that picture, and then posted it all over the walls. Do you know what people have been saying about me, just because of the shit you’ve been spreading?” Stan’s anger was rising again, the effects of the alcohol flowing through his body, he couldn’t bring himself to feel pity for someone who hurt him so badly. “I was finally starting to be happy. Finally getting out of bed again, without feeling like everything hurts. And you pull this bullshit.”

“That’s right. You found someone new to focus your affection on and give your body to, I heard about that.” Richie picked at the dirt under his fingernails.

“Oh my fuck.” Stan shook his head, finally understanding. “That’s why you did it. That’s what this is all about. You just can’t stand the thought of me with someone new. You want everything to be about you.” Richie stood up from the bed and moved towards Stan slowly. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking touch me, Tozier!” His words fell on deaf ears as Richie pulled him close to his body and pressed his lips. Stan tried to fight back, but he felt sparks take over his body. The familiarity and love that could only be brought on by Richie Tozier.

Richie nibbled at Stan’s bottom lip and the shorter boy gasped letting him in. Any thoughts of how wrong this was went away as Richie’s tongue slid against his, he had waited for this for so long. Had been craving Richie’s touch since long before they had broken up. Richie walked them backwards until Stan’s legs hit the edge of the mattress and the boy fell back.

Richie was on his knees in an instant, pulling on the button of Stan’s jeans and working to wiggle them down his hips. He made a choked sound when he saw the pretty lace of Stan’s panties. He ran his thumbs over the delicate material, driving Stan crazy, then placed a kiss right above the lace on his hip bone. Stan mewled in response. He continued his mission to get Stan’s pants off, but damn was it a struggle since they were so tight. Stan helped him by kicking them off the rest of the way, as Richie began working on his shirt.

Stan laid back on the bed, clad only in his panties and Richie stood back looking at him, he wanted to devour him.

“Let me blow you.” Stan whined, he wanted some contact, wanted Richie’s thick cock in him. Richie nodded, because who wouldn’t want something as beautiful as Stan Uris to pleasure them? He quickly shrugged off his jacket and shirt and unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to the ground. Stan was on his knees, pulling Richie’s hips to the edge of the bed in no time at all. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the taller boy’s boxers and pulled them down. Richie’s cock bounced up against his stomach and it was just as beautiful as Stan had remembered.

He took the tip in his mouth and sucked like he was born to do it, pulling deep groans from Richie. He pulled off and looked Richie dead in the eye as he took him all the way in, letting the head slip into his throat. He pulled off and licked a stripe up the side. Richie was a mess, an absolute disaster as Stan kept working him with his mouth. Stan grabbed Richie’s hand and placed it in his hair, allowing Richie to control how fast and deep he went. Richie would swear up and down that Stan would be the deep throat champion of the world, he would take him all the way in, let him fuck his face, and never complained.

Richie was so close that he could feel his toes tingling, so he pulled Stan off of him. Stan whined at the loss, but Richie just pulled him into a kiss. He reached behind Stan into his panties and felt that Stan’s hole was already lubed up and prepped. He groaned, he used to love when Stan would do this. Play with himself and get himself ready, edging himself off to increase his pleasure later on. Then he would grind on Richie or talk dirty until Richie would throw him on the nearest surface, only to find that his dirty boy was already ready for him.

“Who were you planning to fuck tonight, baby? Couldn’t have been that nerdy ginger.” Stan went to protest, but Richie slipped one finger in easily and Stan moaned into his neck where he was previously sucking a love bite. He slipped one more in and scissored them slightly. He was met with some resistance, Stan’s hole was always incredibly tight, even with prep, but he kept working him open. When Stan was ready, Richie laid him on his back, and pulled his panties off, carefully to not destroy them. Richie knew how much he hated that. He pulled a small bottle of lube from the pocket of his jacket. Stan quirked his eyebrow at him, and Richie shrugged. It never hurt to be prepared. He coated his cock with the lube.

Stan pulled his legs up, thighs resting on his chest, baring his hole for Richie to devour. Richie wasted no time at all pushing in and drawing out a choked moan from the smaller boy. He gave him no time to adjust, knowing that Stan fucking loved the feeling of being stretched out on his fat cock, he pumped in and out at a murderous speed. Impaling Stan repeatedly. Stan bit his fist, trying to keep himself from crying out. He dropped his legs and wrapped them around Richie’s waist pulling him deeper and deeper.

Richie was so close, but he wasn’t finishing before Stan, he wanted to give this boy all of the pleasure. He wrapped his hand around Stan’s dick and began pumping in time with his thrusts. Stan was coming undone, inhuman sounds coming out of him in between ragged breaths. Richie flicked his wrist and Stan was done, his dick pulsed as he came all over his stomach.

“Come on Rich, cum in me baby.” Stan breathed out, egging the taller boy on, breathing through the slightly painful edge of overstimulation.

“Stan.” His eyes flew open, it wasn’t Richie who had said it. He looked towards the door and saw Archie with tears in his eyes, face crumpling.

“Archie, No!” Stan called, trying to push Richie off of him. Archie took off and Stan finally got out from under Richie, he slipped his panties on, Richie’s hot cum leaking out of his ass. He pulled on his pants and shirt as fast as possible and took off after him, leaving Richie alone in the room. He raced down the stairs and outside barely catching Archie before he got in his car. “Archie, wait, I can explain. Please listen, I’m so sorry!”

“So that’s Richie, huh?” Archie asked bitterly. “Your druggie ex who aired all of you dirty laundry. God, to think that I held you while you cried over what that prick had done.”

“Archie…” Stan was crying, standing barefoot with his shirt undone, and abused hole leaving a mess in his pants. What had he done.

“I don’t want to hear it, you filthy little cum slut. I want nothing to do with you. Go back to your boy.” With that he got into his car a drove off, leaving Stan on the front lawn of Ben’s house a sobbing mess.

Bill got to him first of course. He was Stan’s real life superhero, and held him in his arms. Eddie handed him a tissue from his fanny pack so that he could blow his nose, while Bev rubbed his back. He looked up to see Mike and Ben trying to restrain Richie from getting to him.

Richie looked...sorry? That couldn’t be it. Richie never apologized for anything when it came to Stan, even when he was lying about using drugs. Stan couldn’t even look at him. He was disgusted with himself that he had let Richie back in like that, that his kiss had melted him.

“You.” He said, pointing a finger towards Richie. “You stay the fuck away from me. You just want attention, you don’t want my heart. You just hate the thought of me with someone new, you fucking said it yourself. Well congratulations Tozier, the whole world knows how much of a pathetic cum slut I am for you!” Stan had to stop to gag, he could feel his anxiety pushing all of the alcohol up his esophagus as he heaved and vomited all of it up into the grass. “I can’t do this anymore. You made your choice. You loved the drugs more than me.” Stan was crying again, and Bill decided to intervene, the whole situation wasn’t going to end well.

Mike helped Bill load him into the truck and the other losers joined. Stan watched Richie’s figure get smaller and smaller as the truck pulled down the road. He hated himself for giving into Richie and for being unable to get over him.

*

Stan woke up with a massive hangover and his ass was throbbing. He rolled over to see Bill sleeping peacefully, he figured that the losers chose Bill’s house to stash the very drunk boy because Bill’s parents just didn’t care what their son did anymore. As Stan laid there in the quiet of the Sunday morning a thought kept plaguing him, he needed to see Richie Tozier as soon as possible. In his mind, he knew that he should be thinking of how to apologize to Archie, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

Stanley Uris only wanted Richard Tozier.

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Cheesy as a pizza

Harry Holland x Reader

In which Y/n makes Harry hangout with Sam and Elysia

Harry and Sam knew that they had to make a few days about them when Sam got back. They missed eachother like crazy. Growing up, they were never apart for very long, let alone months.

The day Sam got back, him and Harry were inseperatable. Harry wanted to know everything about the trip and Sam was excited to tell his stories. Harry’s heart was filled with love as him and his brother sat in their room, throwing a ball back and forth. It was late, but neither twin felt like going to bed. They were just glad to be in eachothers presence again.

Sam’s phone buzzed, making him look down and he pick up his phone. Harry rolled his eyes and threw the ball, hitting his brother right in the face.

Sam looked up and gave Harry an annoyed look, “Dude.”

Harry grinned, “You have been on your phone a lot.”

“It’s Elysia.” Sam said, clearly annoyed.

Harry rolled his eyes. Suddenly feeling heavy he leaned back so that he was completely horizontal. He rested his hand in his palm as he lazily scanned his sibling.

“You were literally just with her for months. You can’t just talk to me?”

Sam set down his phone and was ready to tell Harry to fuck off but when he saw Harry’s face he could tell that he was serious. He felt slightly bad for being on his phone now.

“Sorry Baz man. I’m just used to being around her now. I miss her.”

Harry sighed and moved so that he was sitting up. He crossed his legs and shook his head.

“You are ridiculous. Act as if you are married to her or something. I’m not used to you being a tied down man.” Harry dramatically rambled using crazy hand gestures to explain.

Sam laughed, “Give me a break. You and y/n are way worse than me and Elysia. You two are always together. You just aren’t used to me having someone.”

Harry scoffed, annoyed that Sam brought you into this.

“As if. And even if we were, we have been together for two years; therefore, it’s different! Y/n and I don’t need to text every second of the day because our love is stronger than that.” The matter-fact tone made Sam smile against his will. His brother is such a love struck fool.

“You literally just demonstrated that you are worse than I am.”

Harry grinned, thinking about how much he adores you. You and Harry met junior year and instantly connected. You made his heart flutter like not her and he really enjoyed being around you. You two began dating and the Holland’s gained a new family member.

You came over almost every other day to hangout with him and all the others. It’s as if you two don’t know separation.

“Whatever. The point is that you should be spending time with me!” Harry argued.

“I am! I am sitting with you right now, aren't I?” 

Sam’s obnoxious ringtone started playing. The song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran blaring throughout the room told that Elysia was calling Sam. Sam sighed as he picked up the phone. He could practically see the waves of anger coming off of the boy sitting across the room. Sam gave him a sheepish look before pressing answer. 

“Hello?” Sam asked. He went silent as he listened to the girl. Sam looked over at Harry causing Harry to raise his eyebrows. Elysia obviously mentioned him and he wanted to know why. 

Sam hung up. He stood up and walked over to the Harry’s bed, moving his leg so that he could sit down. Harry’s expectant eyes made Sam chuckle. His twin was also so impatient when it came to news. 

“So that was Elysia,” 

“Well no shit.” Harry interrupted, annoyed with the girl. 

“Be nice. Anyway, what I was trying to tell you is that she wanted to know if you and y/n wanted to do something with us. Elysia wants to get to know y/n and she knows that we missed each other.” Sam explained, looking around the room. 

Sam missed his room when he was away. There was no place like home and in his home he spent a lot of time in his room with his brother. The twins never resented sharing a room. They only had so many rooms and they were the two obvious ones to share. Their room reflected each of their likes. Harry’s side had a lot of pictures hanging up. Mostly of y/n because he really is a love sick fool. Sam’s side has a lot of posters about music. 

“I would have to ask y/n/n. She might have to work.” 

Sam nodded. At least Harry was considering it. He figured that y/n would want to go with them. She loves Sam and also sees him as a brother. She also dearly missed the freckle face while he was away.

“We should go, Harry. You haven't spent time with your brudder in a long time. And it was very sweet of Elysia to invite us. It could be really fun, yanno,” Harry gave you a bored look. You sighed and sat down beside him. 

You could tell that he was in a very stubborn mood. Why? You had no idea.. but you know how to get him out of that. You roughly shoved the boy so that he fell to the floor. Then you jumped on him and began tickling his sides. Harry busted out in laughter as your fingers dug into him. 

“Fine, okay. Quit. I’ll go. I’ll go.” He laughed out as you continued your assault. 

“You promise to be in a better mood when I stop?” You teasingly asked. 

“Yes!” 

You stopped and leaned down to lay on him. He made an oof sound as you plopped on him. You grabbed his cheeks in your hands and stretched them like an annoying grandma would. 

“I don’t like when you’re grumpy. Be a happy boy.” You moved his cheeks so that it looked like he was smiling. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from his cheeks, kissing each hand as he did so. 

“I am a happy boy. At least around you.” He cheesily said, slowly leaning up and kissing you. You smiled and pulled away. 

“Cheesy much?” You teased, smiling down at him. 

He laughed and nodded, “Cheesy as a pizza.” 

“I refuse to deal with you,” You got off of him and stood up, “Gotta blast.” You threw open his bedroom door as Harry rushed to stand up. You bolted down the stairs and began running into the kitchen. Harry being fast almost caught you but you pushed on. You bumped into Tom, shouting out a sorry as you opted going out the front door. 

Harry’s fingertips brushed your back which made you squeal and dodge to run the opposite way. You were both happily giggling at the silly chase when you bumped into someone, knocking you on your ass. You let out a groan as you looked up at the person. 

Sam and Elysia sheepishly looked down at you. You felt guilty that you ran into them. Sam offered a hand, which you took. Harry caught up and turned you around to make sure that you were okay. There was an ugly scrape on the palm of your hand from falling. Harry glared at his brother. 

“You done abusing my girl?” Harry asked, pulling y/n into the house to clean up her hand. You swatted Harry with the unharmed hand for being a prick towards his brother.

“Stop. It was my fault. I was the one running around like a heathen. They were just walking.” You scolded, giving the couple a smile. 

“Is your hand okay?” Elysia asked, grabbing Sam’s. 

You looked down at the scrape, “It’ll be alright. Just looks gross.” 

“There are band aides in the bathroom. I can grab one.” Sam said, following you two into the house. 

“ I got it Sam.” Harry said, dragging you into the bathroom. He shut the door and made you sit on the sink as he grabbed the band aides.

You busted up laughing when you saw them. Of course they were Spider-Man ones. You wouldn't expect anything less from the eldest Holland. Harry put peroxide on your hand and then Neosporin before gently applying the band aid. He pressed a kiss to your head as he helped you down. 

“Thanks, sweets.” You said, walking out the door. 

Sam and Elysia were in the kitchen waiting for the couple. Sam felt really bad about your hand. He knew that it wasn't his fault, but the scrape looked nasty and he didn’t want you to be in pain. 

“Ready?” You asked, sliding your shoes on and slipping your coat on your arms. 

“Very much so.” Sam said, standing up. 

Restaurants were busy on Friday nights so it was challenging to find a place that wasn't too packed. You suggested on going to Applebee's anyway. The boys like to get beer when they go out and Applebee’s serves it. You pulled up and it was busy as always. A sweet girl around your age seated you guys an handed the menu’s.

Harry’s hand rested above your knee as you two looked through the menus. You usually get the four cheese mac and cheese. It is so good and you usually have some to take home to eat the next day too. Unless Harry eats it before you get the chance to. 

“How much do you think it would cost to get everything?” Sam asked, looking up from his menu. 

Elysia laughed at her boyfriend and beamed at him, “I mean if you don’t want any money in your bank account then that sounds like a grand idea.”

You laughed in agreement, “I have like thirty bucks that I can pitch in. Let’s do it.” You encouraged. You were kidding of course. Getting one of everything would be outrageous and super pricey. 

Sam loudly laughed and shot finger guns at me, “Solid plan.” 

The waitress walked over and took your orders. You rested your head in your hands as you watched a soccer game on one of the many TV screens in the joint. You didn’t hear Harry calling your name until he squeezed your knee. 

“Sorry, I was distracted. And you know, it is not my fault. They have too many TV’s in here and it takes people away from conversation” You rambled, embarrassed that you neglected them for a soccer game.

“Love, you’re rambling.” Harry ridiculed. 

You pouted in defeat before smiling at the sight of your food being brought over. You were so hungry and the food smelled oh so freaking good. 

“So y/n, what do you like to do in your free time other then put up with Harry?” Elysia kiddingly asked, cutting her steak. 

You smiled at her jab at Harry. If she keeps on, she will fit in perfectly. 

“Uh.... Lemme think. Yeah, I really don’t do much?” You stuttered. You don’t really like talking about yourself. You feel awkward about it. 

“I’m sure that isn't true.” Elysia insisted. 

“I like art. I took four years of it in school and I am a minor art major in college. Uh, mainly drawing and painting. I'm not one much for pottery... I am a big marvel nerd, like Sam, “Sam playfully stuck his tongue out at you, “And I read a lot. Oh! And I watch a lot of documentaries about history.” You word vomited a bit. 

Elysia was kind though and offered you a smile, “We are opposites. I suck at art and reading has never really been my thing. I was always more into sports.” She explained. 

“Y/n is not athletic at all.” Harry snorted out. You elbowed him in the gut for his comment. 

“Ouch.  Bully.” He muttered, making you smirk. 

“Your accent- you clearly are not from around here.” She said. You could tell that she wasn’t being rude but it still made you feel like an outcast. 

You nodded, ‘Yeah, I am from America. Oregon actually.” 

“Her accent is adorable.” Harry defended, grabbing your hand from under the table. He could tell that her comment caught you off guard and you took it the wrong way. You relaxed as he soothingly ran his thumb across the top of your hand. 

“I didn’t say that it was bad. I was just curious.” Elysia quickly cleared it up. 

“It’s all good.” You replied, taking a big sip of your drink.

After dinner you and Harry went back home to relax. Sam and Elysia wanted to go catch a movie and offered you two to go along but Harry didn't want to. He just wanted to cuddle with his favorite gal. 

Harry and you went up to his room and got in bed. He laid back against the wall and you cuddled into his side. This was your go to cuddle position. You decided to break the comfortable silence. 

“Elysia is good for Sam. She’s sweet and they clearly care about each other.” 

“Eh, not my type.” Harry remarked. Your mouth flew open and you jabbed his side with your finger, making his squirm. 

“I would hope not. She is Sam’s girlfriend. She really seems great Har.” 

“Nothin’ compared to you, love.” He said into your hair. You blushed and didn't’ respond right away. You really had nothing to reply with. After all of this time, his words still really affect you. 

“Okay, lover boy.” You cooed, moving so that you could kiss the tip of his nose, making him hum in content. 

“I told you that m’ cheesy as a pizza for you. Nothing is gonna change that.” He began pressing kisses all over your face. You laughed and tried to move but he held you there and made the kisses purposely slobbery. You wrinkled your nose at that and laughed harder. 

“I love you, baby.” Harry said from above you. You opened your eyes and grinned up at him. 

“I know. I love you too, ya div.” 

[futurewriter2000]

Maurauders ship? 5"9 girl, latina, bi, black hair, dark eyes. Introverted, a very chill, unjugdemental slytherin, writer, smart-mouthed, qualingual, i have a relationship with my leather jacket, grudge/indie/dark spring kinda aesthetics, nerdy-ish, read narnia 100x, can/will fight you, 2 year muy thai trainer, feminist, emotionally unstable, i sing & dance a lil, im the kind of person that'll be rapping bodak yellow in the day, and singing my longs out during Wildest Dreams in my bedroom thanks!

I ship you with JAMES MOTHERFUCKING POTTER

Lmao sorry for that im just having a really big writers block and i cant help myself…ANYWAYYSS…i’ve beenmeaning to ship you with Hermoine bc i’ve never done her and i really really want to but since is marauders and all that….lets go then. (SHIPS ARE CLOSED)

Oh yeah…you and James were definetly rivals. Since his 7th birthday the two of you never got along. Your parents knew eachother and you were invited to his famous 7th birthday party. You thought it might be fun but being with the most spoiled and arrogant 7 year old kid it definetly wasn’t fun. It was horrible and you didn’t want to experiance anything like it ever again.

But you did anyway. At his 8th birthday party which you tried to rebel out of it, but was still dragged, you placed the fakest smile an 8 year old can pull but as soon as you saw him again, his hair messy and his big hazel eyes staring at you angrly you knew this is going to be one horrible day. And it was. The two of you faught, argued, kicked eachother and yelled as loudly as both of you could. You were actually surprised as how much higher he could yell.

So this time it was you 9th birthday party which you only wanted to spend with your closest friends but of course parents being parents they brought him. God you were mad at them and his parents for dragging him to your place you could basically want to push them all off a cliff if you had the chance. And it was just as the same as it was on his borthday parties except on yours, your friends all left quite soon and you were left only woth him, both with torn clothes and messy hair. You even broke his glasses. To be honest you became a violent kid because of him.

It repeated on both of your 10th and 11th birthday parties and no matter how the two of you faught, your parents both found it super adorable. Parents, am i right.

Finally it was time for Hogwarts and you couldn’t be more excited. The magic and…and… well….magic. You were sorted into Slytherin and even though you weren’t the typcal cold-hearted Slytherin, everybody in that house seemed to love you. Yes, you were emotional unstable, every single Slytherin knew that but you were just the chillest and bad-ass person with your leather jacket and your muy thai thing and speaking more than one language. Everybody simply loved you. You weren’t afraid to talk back to the teacher, honestly the proffesors hated you for being all smartmouth and shit, but you didnt care. As long as your friends and classmates didn’t hate you, you were totally fine with it. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it…you were kind of popular around. Not in the whole Slytherin house, of course not, but mostly in your year and few in the older years.

And just as it was coincidence, your enemy was sorted into your rival house. (Coincidence, I think not.) Just as you he was quite popular around Gryffindors and for your information his obsession over the red-head Muggleborn (which clearly everybody knew about, duuh) Lilly Evans, was quite pathetic. Not that you care no. You didn’t like to judge people but it was Potter. And you knew him, so you had a right to judge that arrogant arse.

Anyway, every single year the two of you competed in everything. You both were pretty damn good in school, both Seekers on your team but there was quite a difference. You were introverted, he was extroverted. You loved reading books, especially Narnia, while he loved to pull pranks and drool over Lilly in his free time. Opposites, but pretty damn alike.

Potions was amazing for you because just much as ambitious as you were about taking him down, you never worried about Potions because he kind of sucked at it. Of course, theory was all good, but when it came to making a potion, now that was the problem. And as you watched him suffer it was your biggest joy to make it as misrable as you could. “Your father being a Potioneer, I’d have thought you’d be better at this, Potter.” you sneered and continued with adding ingridients to your couldron while he suffered with his green blob. “ Maybe you only got your arrogance from him.” you continued even though you knew Mr. Potter wasn’t arrogant, but you needed to piss off James and you knew he was always overprotective of his family. “Just like you got being a bitch from your mom, (y/l/n).” he barked back, clenching his ladle and mixing his potion. But that pulled your nerve and you immediatly dropped everything in your hands and walked over to him. “Oh you want to do this here, Potter. Bring it on.” you said and rolled up your sleeves.“ First of all I don’t hit girls and second of all we are in class.” he replied and calmly continued with his potion. “Hitting a girl? We’ve been havin fights since we were seven so bring it on.” “No.” he spoke calmly and continued to watch hi potion. “Oh I see. You’re scared.” you continued to tease while he tried not to attack you right now. “Chi-chicken.” you goaded and slowly walked away with a victorious smirk plastered on your face. But it wasn’t that much victoruous when he pulled a prank on you later that day.

7th year came and you were named Head Girl, while he was named Head Boy.Fabu. The two of you had to spent more time together than on those birthday parties and it was just a mess. The two of you still faught like two babies. “I posted the meeting on 2pm.” you sighed. “I can’t make it on 2pm so I posted it on 4pm.” -“God Potter, I can’t make it on 4pm, thats why i put it on at 2pm in the first place. You were supposed to have practice after Slytherins anyway.” -“well change of plans.” but you knew it was never about change of plans. He just loved to mess with you and you hated it.

But as Christmas Holidays came your familxbdecided to spend it at the one & only…the Potter family. So you slipped on your fancy and long green dress with a cut on the side and few scales on it. Your hair was put down in gorgeous curls, a bit of makeoup and high silver heels matching your silver jewelry. It was one of their famous balls and you had to look perfect at it. To be honest, you heard Sirius Black would be there and you couldn’t help yourself but to fall for the handsome Gryffindor. But there was one thing you had to sacrifice that night. It was your leather jacket. You had to leave it at home and it was terribly heart-rending.

The ball was beautifully devorated and you had to give it to the Potters for it. They weren’t a typical pureblood family but being at this ball, proved something else. When James saw you enter, he didn’t know it was you. He simply saw you as this stunning woman coming to his family’s ball and he had to get to know you. God, you were beautiful and he could never feel more blessed than right now. That was untill of course he came closer and saw a small scar he gave you when he was eight. (You gave him one too, just so you know). “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the dark swan.” he teased coming closer. You couldn’t recognise him either when you first set eyes on his ironed tuxedo and his combed hair, but hearing his voice you knew excatly who je was. “Potter, I see you combed your hair for the first time in 18 years.” - “I did.” was all he could reply, feeling a bit nervous, when you came closer. But as much as he wanted to talk to you, you were immediately distracted by the boy woth gorgeous black locks and grey eyes. So mumbling something to James, you made your way to Sirius. His eyes widened when he saw you and he couldn’t help himself but to scan you from head to toe. “Might I say miss. (Y/l/n), you look stunning tonight. ” he grinned, offering you a hand. “Well thank you, mr. Black” you replied taking his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. “ You wouldn’t mind dancing with me, would you now?” -“well, we are here aren’t we.” you replied formally and started dancing to the music. Itbwas like a dream come true, dancing with your long time crush, but you couldn’t help yourself to be a bit disappointed. You couldn’t figure it ou, but it definitely didn’t feel right. James, was standing on the other side of the dance floor, his eyes set on you and his best friend, dancing together and laughing. I mean, why wpuld you be dancing woth Sirius in the first place. He knew you were smarted than to be woth Sirius. You definitely dodn’t deserve him. He was a playboy and you knew it, so why would you still be dancing with him. There is no fidging way you would dance with a playboy, yet there you are….dancing.

He stopped staring at the two of you, feeling some anger emerge, he put down the glass of champagne and walked over to you, cutting in and grinning. “Would you mind if I cut in?” he looked at Sirius and he immediatelly stepped back. You took his hand and started dancing with the music. “Potter.” you said. “(Y/l/n).” he replied with the smile as the two of you moved your feet in harmony, his hand on your waist, sending a big rush of warmth to your cheeks. Dancing woth him was quite different from dancing with Sirius, because with James it simply felt right. But it was James. Your archenemy James. “Didn’t think of you as a dancer, Potter.” you smiled. “Well, I might not be a good in Potions, but dance is passion.” he grinned and spun you around. “James Potter, a professional dancer. I think I could imagine that.” you snorted of laughter and continued with the dance. All of a sudden pulling you closer and whispering in your ear. “I think you could imagine me more than that.” and he pulled back, winking at you and leaving the dancefloor, leaving you completly shocked, fornthe first time in all your 11 years of “friendship”.

And you could never look at him the same. Newts were approaching and instead of thinking of taking your exams, ou kept thinking of your night with James at the Ball.

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Somehow you felt overpowered by him that night and being a Slytherin you are, you decided to do something about it. During lunch you sat next to Lily Evans and asked her to help you with Transfitguration, saying McGonngal recomended her for being a great tutor. For some odd reason you were a bit scared as she was quite pretty and being rejected by her it would be so embarassing. But she didn’t. She said she would love to tutor you and after the two of you decided on place and time of the tutroing, you stood up and left. As soon as you passed by James and his group of friends, he pulled you down. “Don’t you dare steal her (y/l/n). She’s mine.” -”Oh,yeah Potter. Watch me.”

Oh god you flirted with the girl and that pissed James off. And as much as you flirted with Evans, the least you expeected was her to flirt back. You were Quite amused by that and you always showed it off when James was around.

But that bubble of anger he pushed inside himself for all that time finally popped on the graduation. You were just about to go to Lilly’s boat but was pulled into another boat instead. James took out his wand and let the two of you float away from the others. You started arguing with him and pulled out your wand to go back to the others. “Stop ruining my graduation Potter!” -”It’s James! My name is James (y/n)!” he shouted and without even thinking you grabbed his wand and threw it in the lake. “Fine then James!” - “Bitch!” he yelled and grabbed your wand and threw it in the lake too. “Why are you doing this!” -”Because I’m sick of you flirting with Evans!�� he shouted and soon the arguing turned into a fight and both of oyu ended up rocking the boat and falling in the lake.

You never forgave him for ruining your graduation and since then you never seen him ever again.

The end..no jk jk.

Both of you became an Auror and when Sirius was injured the two of you were partnered up for a mission, When you saw him, grown up and completly matured, you forgot about graduation and every single fight the two of you had. Somehow seeing him made you feel so happy and you couldn’t help yourself but to hug the guy. He hugged you back and burried his head in your neck. “ Missed me that much.” he grinned. “Don’t get it in your head Potter, I’m still better than you.” -”I see you haven’t changed.” -”Still me baby.” you replied and the whole mission went perfectly. The two of you were both proffesional until…

You two were running through the corn field after one of the most wanted criminals. “Come on!” you yelled in front of him and turned right but was pulled back all of a sudden. “He went left!” -”No. He ran right so let’s go!” you argued and turned right and was again pulled back. “Left!” he barked at you. “Right!” you shouted back. “Left!” -”Right!” -”LEFT!” “RIGHT!” and soon the two o you realized you’ve been arguing for a long time. The two of you looked at eachother and took a big sigh. “It doesn’t matter now does it! We’ve lost him! Just because you couldn’t agree.” he shouted at you. “Excuse me!” you scoffed and crossed your arms. “No! For once keep your mouth shut and do what your told. I saw him run left and by the broken branches on the left you would have known too. He tricked you, no wonder he’s called the Trickster. He went left.” -”Well why didn’t you just run left then.” -”Because I need my partner and you are my partner! God you were always like that!” - “Always like what!”- “Like wanting to be better than me! Pretending I was that horrible!” -”Because you were! You ruined every single birthday party and my graduation!” -”Oh really? Don’t you remember that time our parents made us make up and we ended up playing in my treehouse and your parents couldn’t get you down because you didn’t want to leave. Or the time where you threw cake at me and we ended up laughing with cake on our faces. Or what about the time when we gave eachothers these matching scars and ended up in the emergency room telling ourself how badass we will look in school. And I am sorry for ruining your graduation but I just couldn’t see you with Evans anyore. I love you, that’s why I ruined your graduation. I was jealous!”

You were take a back and the only words you said were “Loved or love?” and those words just took you by surprise as they took him. And he of course said “Love.”

And the next thing you remember was waking up in his bed with him right next to you. Seeing you are awake he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. “Mornin.” he said in a low and raspy voice and kissing your forehead. “Morning.” you smiled and nuzzled in his chest. 

Most of the mornings were spent like this and as much as the two of you argued during the day for about 3 months, it always ended in sex. The best thing was wearing his shirt in the morning and coming to the kitchen and find him making you breakfast in his boxers. He was Quite the cook but he was never able to finish it ;).

He needed a long time to ask you to move in with him mostly because of your grudge/indie/dark style, which soon became his style too. And after you moved in he found this completly different side of you. You weren’t the typical Slytherin girl who used to give him a cold shoulder everytime he walked by but he saw you as a shower singer and dancer, who danced to the radio as you cooked or cleaned or sang when he came home from work. And everytime you danced to the radio you dragged your boyfriend along.

He was also quite surprised when he discovered your nerd side. “Didn’t think of you as a nerd darling.” - “ Shh.. I’m at the good part here.” “Come on, you read this book for a millionth time.” -”I don’t care. Plus I always imagined Prince Caspian as Sirius anyway so please let me enjoy this.” -”Umm, What?” he gulped and took the book away from you. “This book is now forbidden to be opened by you.” -”Are you seriously jealous of a book.” you chuckled, watching him hold up a book. “No, no. I am jealous of a book character. There’s a different.” - “Come here, you jealous arse.”

After a hard day at work the two of you simply colapsed on the cousch and fell asleep in eachoters arms. Sometime he was the big spoon and sometimes you, but both slept like babies.

Everytime he was pissed at you he took your jacket and hid it. You were a lot like Sirius with a leather jacket. And you had to appologise just to get your jacket back, bt whenever you were pissed at him you took his glasses and watch him bump into things the whole time until he appologised. “Are you ready to appologise?” you smirked as he looked through the closet in the hallway. “Not by a long sho-” he said before walking into a wall. “Whenever you’re ready.” you chuckled and continued to read your book.

When he found out you were pregnant he was super excited….for a moment… then he colapsed because..shock.  He couldn’t deal with you when the hormones kicked in but years of you being on your period he knew chocolate and music fixed everything. He spent every day talking to your belly and the first time the baby kicked was when he said “I love you and your mom.” 

He was a mess when your water broke. “I’m not ready! I am gonna be a terrible father I can’t even find a bag! “ -”James calm down.” “Calm down! I’m gonna be a father and- and where is the bloody bag!” he said before he slipped and fell. “Bloody hell. I forgot your water broke here.” 

He couldn’t let go of your son when he first set his eyes on him. He kept looking at him. He looked jus like James but had your hair colour. Sirius was so proud of the two of you and he also couldn’t let go of his godson. He bought him a broom and a Gryffindor onsie as your best friend bought him a Slytherin onsie. 

He was the best dad there was and a great husband. There was a lot of time where he didn’t want to get up when the baby was crying but you forced him and he was terrified by you when you were tired.

James always wanted a big family and the two of you had a lot of kids either you wanted it or not. And it wasn’t hard with that much kids beacuse James took care of everything and spoiled them rotten. 

But the best thing was christmas when every single one of your kid got their own leather jacket from uncle Sirius and piles of chocolate from Remus. “ Oh my god. Sirius that looks so cute on them.” you chirped while they put on their jackets on. “I swear if they turn anything like her with their leather jacket it Will be all your fault. That woman is obsessed.” - “There’s no shame Prongs in leather jackets. No shame.” said Sirius.

Okay before it deletes itself I just want to say I’m so sorry it took me so long to write this but it’s long and cute and yeah… Anyway hope you like it. (SHIPS ARE CLOSED)