#the guy needed a bong rip and a hug

[twotrenchcoatsinaguy]

Immanuel Kant? More like a MAN serving CUNT amirite

[tommyboykaulitz]

Bam Margera x reader

Description:You and Bam sneak off during a party after work for some…intimate time.

Warning:Oral (m receiving), p n v, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

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“Whenever your ready Bam” Knoxville yells out.

Your boyfriend Bam is standing at the top of this big ramp leading into a bowl full of tasers, the man behind the plan obviously being Knox. Bams last stunt of the day before you can head home. Bams about to drop in when Johnny turns to the camera saying “So we’re playing a little prank on Bam Bam today, not only is he dropping into all these tasers but we also attached one to the bottom of his board in case he doesn’t get enough of a shock.”

Right when you look back to Bam, you see him barreling towards the tasers and he skates around getting tased at least 20 times before picking up his board and weaving through the rest to get out. Still holding his board he walks up to the camera, and Knox sends of the taser board. Bam yells at the unexpected pain and throws the board at Johnny.

“What the hell man?” Bam laughed at Johnny who was falling on the ground, his iconic laugh following him. You laugh with him before Bam playfully shoves you and tells you to start getting ready to leave. You turn around and start saying your goodbyes when Steve-O asks “Hey you planning on stopping by the party tonight?”

“It’s not one of you ‘wonderful’ house parties is it?” You ask cocking a brow up.

Steve-O lets out a short chuckle “No man Pontius is throwing it. It’s at his cabin in the woods.”

“Oh if Pontius is having it, definitely. We���ll be there.” You hug Steve-O and finish saying your goodbyes before Bam wraps his arm around your shoulders and walks you to the car. You get in and start driving to Bams place before heading to your own.

“Hey be ready by 7, I’ll pick you up.”

“What for?”He asks giving you a quick peck before hugging you.

“Steve-O invited us to Pontius’ party tonight.”

“Oh sick, ill be ready. I love you. Drive safe.”

You tell him you love him too before you head home. It’s only 5 so you have a half hour before you need to get ready. You go to your room and just sit on your phone charging it. Your alarm goes off signaling that it’s time to get ready. You strip down and get in the shower. Your covered in mud so it takes you a bit longer today. When you get out you try and decide what you want to wear. Knowing Pontius there is going to be a lot of random people there too so you just chose something comfortable. Your wear your baggy low-rise khaki pants revealing the strings of your g-string with a black playboy top. You don’t do any make-up and just straighten your hair. You check the time and you still have 15 minutes before you need to head out to pick up Bam. So you grab your stash and start rolling some joints, blunts, and a couple bowls. You grab your bong, keys, phone, and one of Bams sweaters before getting in your car to pick him up.

~

You pull up to Bams house and honk a few times. Telling him to come out. He gets to the car and plants a few kisses to your lips and neck before you push him off.

“What the hell man, I can’t kiss my girlfriend anymore,” he says mockingly.

“Oh shut up Bam. I just want to get there on time,” you shove his shoulder laughing.

~

You guys pull up to the party right after Steve-O. Bam immediately jumps out and sneaks up on Dunn before tackling him to the ground.

“Y/N you made it. I brought some blow.” Steve-O holds out a little bag of c0ke.

“Sick, I brought us some tree.” Your respond showing your bong.

You and Steve-O walk over to the fire and sit by Knox, Pontius, Ehren, and Dico. You plop down in the loveseat across from Pontius and start emptying your water in the bong.

“Oh hey Y/N, you gonna share?” Dico asks holding out his hand. You pass him a spliff before taking a few rips out of the bong. You feel a cold wet sensation on the right side of your neck, you whip your head around to see Bam handing you a beer. You give him a kiss as he sits down beside you with his arm around your shoulder. You keep taking big rips from you bong until the bowls empty.

“Dammit,” you say pissed realizing your not high yet. You turn to Steve-O and do a little hand gesture, wiping the bottom side of your nose, before sneaking off to the house with him.

“Where yall going?”

“We’ll be right back baby we’re just going to get some more beers.” You tell Bam giving him a quick peck. You walk up the hill to the house with Steve-O thinking where people won’t see you. You walk into the house and people are everywhere. You go upstairs and go to the bathroom. People. You try going to Pontius’ parents room. People. You decide your going to have to go to Pontius’ room. Which was always trashed hints why nobody ever goes into it. You and Steve-O walk in and clean off a table and make room for you to sit. He pours some of the contents of the bag out on the table and you crush up 6 lines. Three for him and three for you. You take out a crushed up dollar from your pocket and roll it up tight before sn0rting up the wonderful lines you’ve made. You sit there for a second before Steve-O gets up and goes to the bathroom.

You knew what was going to happen later. C0ke always made you horny so you stood up and cleaned up Pontius’ bed revealing the only clean spot in the room. You walk out the room and meet up with Steve-O.

“You ready to head back Y/N?”

“Yeah let’s roll.” you say as you put your shades back on. You walk down the hill to the rest of the guys.

“Hey your ba—wheres the beer?”

“Fuck I knew we forgot something. Some fans kept talking and talking and wouldn’t let us go.”You quickly responded before sitting beside Bam. He pulls down his sleeve and wipes the powder of your nose you forgot about.

~

The party kept going and you were getting hungry for Bam. Seeing him sit there all beat up from the stunts he did that day. You lean in and whisper in his ear “How ‘bout we go somewhere a little more…private?”Kissing his earlobe as you pull away. He looks at you with excitement in his eyes as you stand up and pull him to the house holding his hand. You manage to sneak past people without them seeing you. You walk into Pontius’ room and sit Bam on the edge of the bed, wasting no time you undo his heartagram belt buckle.

“Woah someones impatient,” You pull his pants down a little, him lifting his hips to help you get them off. You kiss him and then let you finger slip into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them off. Grabbing him at the base with one hand and his balls with the other. You lick the small amount of precum that was already leaking out of him. You hear a small gasp come from him.

You never really give him blowjobs so when you do he loves it. He looks down at you and he makes eye contact as you lick the bottom of his shaft before taking his tip in your mouth. You play with it with your tongue before taking all of him in. His head falls back with instant pleasure as you bob your head up and down him. You pull up and only have the tip in your mouth before feeling him bring you back down “Fuck Y/N” you pick up your pace and go quicker following your lips with your hand. “Baby I’m so close,” he lets out a moan which makes you moan. Feeling the vibrations Bam brings your head down and releases a load down your throat. As you come back up you lick the last amount off before pushing him back on the bed.

“God baby, your so good”

“Thank you baby, now how about a little more? You think you can fill this little pussy Bammy?”

“Oh hell yeah” he pulls your shirt off after his own and tears your panties off.

“BAM!” you yell mad about him ruining your favorite G-String.

“I’ll buy you a new one”

“You better,” you put his tip under your wet hole as he grabs your hips. You start slowing sinking down on it before he pulls you down to fill you. You moan at the sudden feeling of him inside you and he kisses your breasts because of it. Your too impatient to go slow you start slamming up and down on his cock holding the headboard as you both let out a series of pleasurable noises before you announce your close. You start grinding forward and back on his cock to get him close. He grabs your ass with one hand and your waist with other before flipping you so he is on top.

He starts slamming into you moving his hands up to your breasts groping them and playing with the nipples between his fingers. He slams into you one more time before you cum all over him. He starts to pull out but you want him to cum in you so you wrap your legs around him. Pushing him back in so he can too. He lasts a few more pumps before he fills you up. Both of you liquids spilling out of you and down your thighs. He gets up and grabs a towel and cleans you up. He lays with you there your naked bodies pressing up against each other as he cuddles up behind you.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too,” You fall asleep and when you wake up in your bedroom and Bam is nowhere to be seen.

“Dammit, I dreamt about Bam again”

[ftmfandomfics]

Horny High

Denki x ftm reader. Pronouns: he/him.

Warnings: rough sex; drug use; electrocution; impact play; bottom reader; pre op, post T anatomy; sex toys related to trans anatomy.

A typical Saturday night for your friend group includes sneaking out, going to 7/11, sneaking back inside, and spending the night smoking weed in Sero’s room. Mina laid in his hammock scrolling through tiktok, Sero was at his desk packing another bowl, Kirishima and Bakugo sat on Sero’s bed, Bakugo pretending that didn’t want to be there, and finally you and Denki were laying on the floor.

Incense smoke danced around in the dim light, the only noise at the moment was music from Mina’s phone. Sero spun around in the desk chair and looked around at his friends, when his eyes landed on you. His smile grew and he stood up, setting the bong on the table in the middle of his floor. Everyone moved from their spots to circle the table except Mina, who was content with the gummies she had eaten just before they snuck out. Sero’s voice broke the relative quiet, mischief was obvious in his tone.

“Y/n, I’ll bet you 20 bucks I can put smoke you” Sero said with a grin.

You raised a brow, “Seems a little unfair, honestly. My quirk is literally controlling smoke.”

“Sounds like an excuse to me-“

Before he could even finish his sentence you had grabbed the bong and lighter, if he was so sure about this then hey- 20 bucks.

That was about an hour ago, but to be honest time felt like it was moving slower, so maybe it wasn’t. You were the obvious winner, to absolutely no ones surprise. You lay down against the multicolored carpet, the world spinning on the way down. Your eyes closed and were far too heavy to open. Warmth pressed against your side, but you were too relaxed to care who it was. But your small amount of curiosity was fulfilled when a familiar voice asked

“Wanna head back to my room~” with a soft chuckle at the end.

It took so much effort, but you turned your head and opened your eyes just enough to see him. His red eyes, dopey smile, messy blond hair. All you could give in response was a nod and a small smile. Then you both began the process of learning to stand up and walk again.

You were still a little wobbly, but you stood upright and looked around the room. Mina was asleep in Sero’s hammock, Sero was still laying on the floor, and Bakugou and Kirishima were both asleep on Sero’s bed. The room had such a nice, calm energy. This was pretty much the only time you ever got to see Bakugou relaxed. This was something that you all needed to destress and wind down after a hard week. Speaking of hard, you and your boyfriend have some business to take care of in the other room.

A warm hand gripped yours and led you to the door. Your eyes closed for a few seconds and suddenly you were halfway down the hall. Another slow blink and you were at the door of his room. Denki led you inside, giggling about how you were “on cloud nine”. He pulled you against him and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You could feel his erection against your thigh, tight against his skinny jeans. That pressure was relieved a second later when you unzip his pants and push your hand down his boxers.

Kaminari buried his face into your neck further, letting out little whines as you stroke him. After a few seconds he was humping into your hand and grunting. His grip on your sides grew tighter and he started to pant lightly. But before he could get any real relief you pulled away. He gave you a pout, and then a mischievous grin. He pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side, slipping his jeans down and doing the same. Left in only socks and boxers, he walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer.

While he was searching through an unorganized junk drawer, you took the time to pull off your own shirt. You started to struggle with getting your binder off, and hearing your little grunts of effort Denki turned around to help you. He set down what he had been looking for on the bed, but you couldn’t see because of the fabric over your face. He helped pull your binder off and it joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, pants and boxers soon to follow.

When you both were finally nude, Kaminari pressed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Groping around your abs and shoulders, doing his best to avoid your chest so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. He pulled away, both of your faces hot and eyes lidded. Denki reached behind him and grabbed what he had been looking for. A large bottle of lube and a small black flesh light. You spread your legs open for him, and he decided his mouth could do a better job.

Denki pulled your legs over his shoulders and laid down on his stomach, supporting himself with his elbows. He didn’t waste any time with teasing and went right to sucking you off. Grunts and cusses left your lips, this would’ve felt good either way but today was shot day, so you were sensitive. Denki knew this and didn’t want to go too rough at first, but you weren’t leaving this room unsatisfied. He ran his tongue along your shaft, occasionally dipping down to lick softly against your opening. You were growing wetter by the second and Kaminari decided this would be enough.

He pulled away with a smirk, loving the annoyed whimpers you made.

“Hands and knees” he instructed. He wasn’t at all intimidating but you obeyed anyway. You heard the click from the bottle of lube opening, and another when it closed. Denki climbed back onto the bed and kneeled behind you, before giving your ass a rough smack. You jolted but he gripped your hips and pulled you back. He rubbed the tip along your slit, gathering as much of your wetness as he could before pushing into you slowly. He groaned loudly as he entered you, the warmth giving him some relief from his painful boner. It was hard to keep still, but he did so you could adjust to him. This wasn’t the first time, hell he couldn’t count how many times you guys had done this. But each time you felt just as good, just as warm and satisfying around him. He had to make you feel good too.

He grabbed the flesh light again and wrapped his arm around your leg so he could jerk you off. Your cock was soon engulfed by the textured silicone, a stuttering moan broke from your lips. Kaminari started with an already decent pase, thrusting into you and stroking you in synchronization. You both were starting to come down from your high, Denki grabbed his oil pen from the nightstand and took a rip. He handed it to you. As you were taking a hit the asshole started stroking you again. You coughed and exhaled sooner than you wanted, but as it started to hit you you stopped caring again.

Denki’s thrusts started back up at an even harder pace, he was letting out little grunts with each thrust. He reached forward and grabbed your hair, pushing your face into the pillow. Once he knew you would at least be muffled, he started to pound into you as hard as he could. You went from smalls groans to loud, muffled screams in seconds.

“So sensitive~” he teased, giving your ass another harsh smack. His hand went back to the flesh light and he started harshly jerking it, no longer in time with his thrusts. You gripped the pillow and buried your face, trying to not let everyone hear you. That became even more difficult as he angled his hips, finding a good position that had your eyes rolling back. You were so, so close already. Hips bucking back into him, wet slapping filled the room. Denki didn’t worry about hiding his grunts, your moans were drowning him out anyway. He didn’t bother to push your head back down. So what if everyone heard you? Let them hear.

Cussing, gripping the pillow, eyes rolling back, you could barely keep your hips up but his harsh grip kept you there anyway. As you were just about to cum, he pulled off the flesh light and replaced it with his fingers. He quickly stroked up and down, and with one last harsh thrust he sent shocks of electricity through your body. The scream you let out, the way you clamped down on him, god you felt amazing. His hips bucked a few more times before he came, ropes of hot jizz filling you up.

You stayed there for a few minutes, neither of you wanted to move. There were still jolts of pleasure and electricity every few seconds. The aftershocks of your orgasm were almost painful from the sensitivity. He slowly pulled out, knowing that he could hurt you if he went too fast. When he let go of your hips you slumped against the bed, cum leaking out onto his blanket. He watched as it did, dazed and sleepy.

He laid down beside you and saw that your eyes were closed. You had already fallen asleep. He smiled and pulled you against him, holding you close.

[britishchick09]

my little pony: a new generation livewatch

what’s even better than livewatches being back after 2 months? mlp g5 being here!!! i haven’t watched g4 since the midway point of season 6, but i’ve kept up with all the pony news on equestria daily. at first i wasn’t too excited about g5, but since more clips and info have come out, i’m pumped to get the party started! :D

the orchestra is beautiful! very disney :D

IZZY BALL!!!! :D

HOLY FRICK TWI??????? :O

YAAAAAS!!!!! :D

i bet this is the show sunny watched as a foal! :D

twilight: “we’re the guardians of friendship! with the power of our friendship we will...” pinkie: “spread love!” flutters: “give hugs :)” rarity: “FRY BRAINS!” this is so sailor mo- WAIT WHAT DID RARES SAY????

did this just turn into a pony.mov video? or propaganda?

aww they’re playing!! :D

i didn’t expect sprout to be here!

OMG HITCH DEFEND SUNNY GEEZ

sprout wants to play pegasus bbq WUT

sprout kicked the rainbow dash doll RUDE

phyllis: ”you’re brainwashing their minds!” argyle: “it’s called research, phillys. and by the way, i leave all the brainwashing to you!” OHHHH NOT YET DEAD DAD JUST ROASTED HER!!!! :D

sprout wants to ‘keep everypony in line’ when he’s sheriff BOI

aww sunny wants her dad to see the unicorns and pegasi with her! :’)

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!! :D

not even 5 minutes in and there’s feels!

twilight is ‘as bright as the sun’! :D

besties! :D

SUNNY SAID ‘PEGASUSES’ AWWWW!!!!!! :D

beautiful! :D

argyle: “one day, we’ll figure it out... together :)” OMG FEELS :’(

OMG THEY SAID ‘HOOF TO HEART’!!!! :’(

argyle: “good night, my little pony :)” roll credits! :D

sunny to her mane 6 toys: “good night, friends.” OMG!!!! :’)

things have changed around here! :o

sunny’s hair is like anna’s bed head! :D

:(

argyle’s death is sadder than most disney parent deaths and it’s just implied! :(

awww sunny said ‘wish me luck!’ to her dad’s photo! :)

ooh she’s a skater! :D

and this song is pretty cool! :D

sprout’s still alive :/

GEEZ HE JUST STOLE SOMEPONY’S DRINK!!! >:(

izzy? :o

;)

yay! :D

OMG THAT LONG NOTE THO!!!! :o

hey it’s hitch! :D

he’s sheriff! :D

aww he’s a critter magnet! :D

hitch: “give me some space.” the critters: *move half an inch* lol! :D

aww sunny and him have a hoofshake! :D

oh sprout’s a deputy :/

sunny tries to sneak into a show every year! :o

;)

canterlogic guy: “got any questions?” random pony: “where are the smoothies?” guy: “can’t answer that one.” lol! :D

it’s the show with propaganda devices! :o

rip balloon guy :/

hitch: “yikes, that’ll be a lot of paperwork.” omg lol!

THIS ISN’T YOUR DAY SUNNY

sunny: “let’s lend a hoof-“ *machine locks her in* “...that’s not what i meant.” lol :D

sunny trying to speak her mind while being trapped in a device tho!

DID SUNNY JUST SAY ‘EAT MY AAAAAAASS?’ :O

phyllis: “how do you think we should solve this? with hugs and cupcakes?” crowd: *laughs* pinkie pie’s about to go into a rage with that one...

omg sunny broke too many laws to count! :o

yeah sunny’s right hitch could be a good pony influence! :D

hitch: “all that unity stuff was just a foal’s bedtime story made up by your dad.” and a best selling tv show for foals in our world! :)

aww poor sunny! :’(

sunny: “...i wish you were here dad.” SAME :(

omg running ponies! :o

IZZYY!!!!! :D

izzy: “is everypony playing hide and seek? i see you!” aww! :D

hitch: “your kid is safe now ma’am!” pony: “...this isn’t my kid!” lol! :D

izzy’s never seen the sea! :D

sunny: “earth ponies hate unicorns!” izzy: “really? that seems a bit harsh!” yeah it does!

aww izzy’s skipping! :D

oh no she was captured in a box! :o

SHE PRESSED THE RED BUTTON! :o

izzy: “bye! it was nice to meet you all!” aww :D

hitch: “to the lighthouse!” sprout: *locks himself in the box* “oh no, i appear to be trapped!” hitch: “you’ve got to be kidding me.” lol :D

a smol bean! :D

aww sunny’s fangirling! :D

:)

she has so many questions! :D

izzy’s a great balancer! :D

hitch: “you’re completely surrounded!” *he and sprout are the only ponies there* lol! :D

izzy: *sniff sniff sniiiiiiff* sunny: “what are you doing..?” izzy: “you don’t smell!” sunny: “thanks! ...wait what?” lol! :D

izzy’s so cute!!! :D

ooh izzy and sunny have a song! :D

besties! :D

this sounds so 80s! :D

pretty scenery! :D (and balloon guy in the background!)

aww!!! :D

don’t arrest sunny, hitch!

sprout has pizza! :o

unimpressed :/

THAT SMIRK THO

hitch wants sprout to ‘keep the peace’ while he’s gone... hans much?

HITCH HAS ABS AND A PAID OFF MORTGAGE???

phyllis called sprout ‘sugarcube’! :o

sprout a literally foal child :/

omg sunny and izzy are in trouble! :o

and they’re in az! :o

zipp fab af! :D

wait how is she flying without magic?

she sounds kind of like rainbow dash! :o

zipp: “don’t tell them you saw me.” izzy: “there’s no way we couuuld we don’t even know your naaaame!” lol! :D

cuties! :D

so many moods! :D

the guard collects sneakers?

:D :D

check out the sony, cbs and t-mobile parodies! :D

ooh a royal celebration! :o

news host: “an excursive vid from pipp!” a news anchor saying ‘VID’???

look at those emojis! :o

aww izzy saying pipp’s slogan! :D

the queen’s...

a fluff ball???

there’s FAB, FAB AF and... fab phone addict!

cutie pipp! :D

aww cutie izzy! :D

zipp’s like ‘no no!’ and izzy just wipes her smile away lol :D

queen haven sounds like rarity!

queen haven: “nopony must know they’re here!” pipp: *INSTANTLY LIVESTREAMS IT* BOI

the guard took sunny’s book! :o

sprout calls his mom ‘mommy’... :/

sprout: *flings open the door* citizens! *door close* “AHHH!!!” lol! :D

somepony: “we want a real sheriff!” same!

ew sprout has a song :/

WITH HEAVY METAL YO

and NAZI IMAGERY WTF

BE PREPAAAAARED!!!!!!

PIPP PERFUME AD???

wowza! :o

and it’s playing on a big tv in the jail room! 101 much??

more like room 202 wowza! :o

zipp is here! :D

sunny: “i’m sunny!” izzy: “and i’m izzy moooonbooow!” lol! :D

the unicorns losing their magic ‘changes things’! :o

zipp has the journal! :D

their smiles though! :D

aww it was sunny’s dad’s journal! :/

zipp recognizes the star! :o

here comes pipp!

pipp’s here ‘for the content’ BOI

only royals can fly? zipp doesn’t seem so sure about that...

yay zipp unlocked them! :D

eyyy! ;D

aww hitch is beloved! :D

hitch is such a detective! :D

cutie bunnies!!!!! :D

BELOVED!!!! :D

hitch LOOK BEHIND YOU AT THE AWESOME MUGS!!!!

hitch: *smirk* “gotcha ;)”

zipp: “watch your step!” sunny and izzy: *fall* lol! :D

zipp found maritime bay and bridlewood maps! :o

wonderbolts! :o

zipp’s been faking flying? :o

WIRES AND LIGHTING???

wheee!!!! :D

she’s so happy! :)

omg twilight! :o

sunny: “oh my stars!” oms! :o

there are crystals!

beautiful lighting! :D

izzy: “we’ve gotten, like, a bazillion crystals in bridlewood!” wowza! :o

queen haven sings her own version of the mlp theme in the shower! :o

zipp is a spy at a pasta store! :o

press: “princess zipp! are you wearing-“ she’s not wearing anything tho...

press 2: “where’s the bathroom?” lol! :D

ooh a crown swap! :o

zipp: “swapping the crown will be easy breezie!” breezies! :o

zipp is gonna be queen since she’s older!

lies = safety in modern equestria... :/

pipp sounds like a modern pop star!

oh no the doggie suspects something! :o

OMG HITCH! :o

pipp’s song sounds like a blackpink song now! :o

aww hitch is wiggling! :D

oh no the power flickered out! :o

i think pipp was lip syncing since her voice cut out a bit!

lol hitch is singing! :D

oh no the wires have been exposed! :o

save her zipp! zipp: *doesn’t save her sis* ...oh :/

izzy: ‘her mom is the queen!” hitch to zipp: “you’re a princess?” zipp: “oh so the sheriff just became a detective.” lol :D (and how does she know he’s a sheriff?)

QUEEN HAVEN’T BEEN ARRESTED FOR BEING A PHONY PONY BALONEY!!! :o

and they lost the crown? NOOO-

oh thanks pissed off pipp! :D

oh no the princesses are gonna be arrested! :o

pipp’s voice crack is so cute! :D

the mane 5 is here!!! :D

hitch: “but i’m a sheriiiiff!” but you’re a mr. whiny pants!

construction isn’t going well in maritime bay...

OMG SPROUT SOUNDS LIKE DARTH VADER WHYYY

oh he’s just sipping a soda :/

phyllis: “oh dear. somepony’s getting a big head.” yeah you think?

zipp and pipp aren’t going through a good time right now but at least the scenery is beautiful! :D

hitch lost his badge! :o

izzy: “if you ask me, that badge was creating an unhealthy power dynamic! *sings guitar music*” lol :D

omg! :o

sunny: “once we find the crystal, you’ll get your magic back, you’ll have your fans and you’ll put me in custody!” lol :D

izzy knocked down a tree and saved the day! :D

it’s him! :D

zipp: “need some backup, sherrif?” hitch: “i’ve got it!” *barely makes a spark with some twigs* lol :D

cuties! :D

zipp called hitch ‘dude’! :D

aww izzy doesn’t want to leave her friends :(

OMG IZZY FOUND SUNNY’S MESSAGE!!!! :D

aww ‘hoof to heart’ :’)

hitch wants to do his part! :D

hitch: “the unicorn forest sounds pretty magical!” the forest: “is dark and scary* lol!

izzy’s house is stunning! :D

aww she calls it ‘la villa izzy’! :D

what a cool house! :D

the music machine plays the mlp theme!! :D

woah! :o

pipp: “i so wish i had livestreamed that!” sigh... :/

izzy’s song!!! :D

cutie!! :D

this song is so catchy! :D

smiley gals!!!! :D

lol! :D

hitch tho! :D

izzy rap!! :D

epic! B)

‘if we fail we’ll go to prison’ is really a line in the song lol! :D

the scenery! :D

izzy: “crystals! crystals! cryyystals!” lol! :D

people are depressed af around here! :o

british foal: “yoooou said a bad word! bing bong bing bong!” lol how random! :D

why is mayo a bad word tho?

they’re doing to a crystal dealer!

rubik’s cube! :o (it was also on the sheriff’s desk in maritime bay!)

and that pony is named alphabittle!

alphabittle: “deep talk for a little pony.” sunny: “you’ll find i’m average height,” lol! :D

omg he wants a dance off! :o

pipp: “feel the rhythm take you over! you feeling it?” sunny: “i’m feeling it!” DO YOU FEEL IT NOW, MR. KRABS???

epic! :D

yay she won! :D

OMG NO SHE DOESN’T GET THE CRYSTAL???

OMG hitch just said mayo! :o

they escaped tho! :D

QUEEN HAVEN???

and hitch’s badge! :D

queen haven wants them to ‘spin the story’ BOI

oh no queen haven and alphabittle are fighting over the crystals! :o

alphabittle threatens to use his powers but he doesn’t have magic?

sunny: “stop! you don’t have magic!” random pony: “bing bong!” lol! :D

omg...

aww cuties! :D

aaaaand......

it doesn’t work :/

maybe because there needs to be an earth pony crystal or a twilight star?

aww poor sunny :(

she’s about to cry!!! :’(

:’(

hitch: “i guess this is goodbye... friends.” zipp: “better hurry... sheriff.” :’‘(

sunny didn’t fix the crooked photo of her dad!!! :(

no she put her mane 6 figures away!!! :(

circle??? :o

the lights!!!! :D

CIRCLE??? :O

!!!!!!!!!

maritime bay hasn’t been treated too kindly i see! :o

oh no evil fireworks! :o

everyone has the unicorn mind hats on! :o

sprout is being treated like royalty now GREEEEAAAAT

and there’s more nazi imagery with that big mural of him!

sprout: “citizens of-“ *mural of him falls* lol! :D

the citizens didn’t want to fight in the first place! :D

OMG HE HAS AN EVIL LAUGH NOOOO

OMG ROBOT???

even phyllis thinks this is overdone! same mommy!

yay they’re reunited! :D

queen haven: “we need to get home!” alphabittle: “before we’re all jinxed!” queen haven: “excuse me, do you see my mouth still a-talking?” lol! :D

queen haven called sprout a ‘big robot pony’ lol :D

they need to stop it with magic! :D

sprout: “OH NO YOU DON”T” sassy man!

aww zipp has hitch’s back! :D

OMG SPROUT CRACKED THE LIGHTHOUSE??? :o

omg pipp and izzy fell! :o

queen haven saved alphabittle! :D

phyllis: “sprout! let’s put the toy away!” sprout: “mom, i’m in the middle of something!” lol! :D

HE WAS ABOUT TO RUN HIS MOMMY OVER!!!! :o

OMG THE LIGHT HOUSE IS CRUMBLING!!!!

omg! :o

aaaand it didn’t work! :o

magic of friendship it’s your tur-

OMG THE CRYSTALS ARE FALLING!!!! :o

THE LIGHTHOUSE IS FALLIIIIING!!!!!! :o

:(

everyone’s still alive though!

sunny: “it’s not the crystals that need to be brought together...” it’s us?

“it’s us!” knew it!! :D

yay choose friendship and love! :D

aww queen haven fixed the picture!

and so did alphabittle!

and phyllis!!! :D

uh guys what’s that over there...?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAS!!!!!! :D

SONIC RAINBOOM!!!! :o

magic is back!!!!!! :D

they can fly!!!! :D

sunny’s flying with the princesses! :D

the unicorns are back! :D

the pegasi’s wings have such a pretty glow! :D

beautiful sunny! ♥

alphabittle says ‘hi there buddy’ to a little foal! :D

sprout: “mommy, was i a good sheriff?” phyllis: “oh look a flying dog!” lol! :D

hitch: “you did it sunny.” sunny: “no... we did it... together!” yas!!! :D

the gang’s all here!!! :D

izzy: “now we never have to be apart!” yay!!! :D

aww they all did ‘hooves to hearts’! :D ♥♥♥♥♥

balloon guy is back! :D

balloon guy: “hey guys! what did i miss?” *turns around and sees the mane 5* *SCREAAAAM!!!!!* lol! :D

and that’s the end! :D

besides the end credits scene...

;)

so that was the mlp g5 movie! i loved it a lot more than i thought i would and it wasn’t kiddie like g3. it was a lot like g4! the connection between that and g5 is awesome! the characters were fun and the story was really interesting despite it being a typical hero’s journey. it reminded me so much of disney! i can’t wait to see what adventure sunny and her friends have in store! :D

[machihunnicutt]

Countdown From Ten

(Or read on ao3).

In the beginning, Klaus had just closed his eyes and counted to ten. It didn’t always work. It usually didn’t, but sometimes it calmed him down to try. He’d sit very still and concentrate on his breathing and the ghosts would keep yelling, horrible things, gut twisting screams and confused pleas that made his heard pound out of his chest.

“Please, Dad,” his throat was dry from screaming. It didn’t matter how long he yelled or cried or beat his fists on the walls. Klaus got used to being ignored. And so he hugged his knees, closed his eyes, and counted to ten.

And when that didn’t work he got high.

“What do you think?” He was seventeen and tipsy, standing in front of his bedroom mirror in a new pair of leather pants and ripped t-shirt. Lately he’d been trying to dress cooler than he felt. “Needs accessories,” he said.

“You’re gonna get caught,” Ben said, from his place on Klaus’s bed. All the booze in the world couldn’t get rid of his ghost brother, not that Klaus wanted to be rid of him. Most of the time Ben was fun to have around, Klaus only minded when Ben tried to talk him out of things or give him reasonable advice.

“Relax, I’m sneaky. No one’s going to hear a thing,” he said. He did a little shimmy to punctuate his point.

“You’re loud when you’re drunk,” Ben countered.

“I’m not drunk yet, I’m just getting there,” he said, pulling a flask out of his back pocket and taking a sip. It burned, but it worked.

“Who is this guy, anyway?”

His name was Liam and he sold drugs. He had the prettiest, warm, brown eyes and after they were done smoking together, Liam let Klaus kiss him until both their lips were swollen and his brain was doing somersaults. Klaus knew he wasn’t in love, but sometimes when Liam touched him the right way it felt close.

“He’s no one,” Klaus said instead, because it was easier. He gave himself a last look in the mirror. He’d added a couple of necklaces and a handful of rings.

“Just...be careful,” Ben said.

“I’m always careful,” Klaus said.

They were sitting on a couch at a house party. Liam had made him a strong drink and now they were passing a bong around with his friends. Their legs were touching and Klaus felt a shiver run down his spine. The house was pulsing with energy and warmth and Klaus was doing his best to drink it all up before he had to go home. His brain was a few steps behind, blissfully slow in a way it never was. Usually there were too many things competing for his attention. Too many ghosts, too many reprimands from his father, too many protests from the others that he get his shit together and actually be useful on missions. Klaus was sick of it.

Liam asked if he wanted to go someplace private. When Klaus nodded, his head feeling heavier on his shoulders, Liam led him to a room in the basement and closed the door.

“This is nice,” Klaus said, grinning like an idiot. His face was hot. Klaus hadn’t been on many dates. He tried to pretend otherwise, but it wasn’t as if their father made time for them to have normal social lives. Everything about Liam was making him giddy.

“Sure,” he said, leaning forward to brush the hair out of Klaus’s eyes. He kissed him, and Klaus moaned involuntarily. He kissed him back, hungrily, deeper than they had before. He could feel his heart hammering, his brain in another place.

“Take of your pants,” Liam said, in between kisses, and Klaus froze.

“I, uh...they’re pretty tight. I don’t know if I can uh...”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Come on, baby. You can do it.” His eyes looked so inviting.  He smelled like cigarettes and cinnamon.

“No, I uh,” Klaus faltered. His hands were starting to shake. He hadn’t planned on going this far tonight, not when his head was spinning the way it was.

“You don’t like me?” Liam said, he was moving closer, pushing Klaus back on the bed and straddling him. “I thought we were hitting it off.”

“We are! I just...had a lot to drink and um...I’m tired I guess,” Klaus said. Liam didn’t make to move.

“You’re not tired baby. The good stuff’s just kicking in.”

“The good stuff?” He could hear the blood rushing in his ears.

Liam kissed him again. “I just spiced up your drink,” he said.

Now Klaus was panicking. The ceiling was starting to look murkier and he could hardly hear the party upstairs. Oh god, why hadn’t he listened to Ben? He promised himself he’d never ignore Ben again if he got out of this in one piece.

“Get off me, Liam,” he said.

“Oh, so you’re in charge now Number 4? I thought you were the useless one?”

“Don’t call me that,” he said. Liam’s grip was tightening on his wrists.

“What do you mean? I bring you out. I get you drugs. I show you a good time. Isn’t it time you give me something I want? You know I can always let the tabloids know what Klaus Hargreeves likes to do in his spare time.”

“Fuck off,” Klaus said. And then Liam slapped him hard across the face. Tears pricked at his eyes. His whole head was spinning. Where was Ben when he needed him? Where was anyone?

“Take off your pants,” Liam repeated. And this time Klaus did as he was told. And then he closed his eyes and counted to ten. He did this again and again, until Liam was gone. Then he picked himself up, put on his clothes, and stumbled back home.

“Jesus Christ,” Vanya said. She’d heard him sneaking in his window, dazedly, still drugged and sore, and had met him in his bedroom. “What happened to you?”

Klaus curled up on the floor and let his body heave with all the sobs he’d saved up, because as much as he hated what had happened he didn’t want to cry.

“Let me get you some water,” Vanya said, clearly flustered. “Klaus...Klaus try not to wake the others okay? I’ll be right back.”

Ben was there again, but he was somehow more formless, and not saying anything.

“Just say I told you so,” Klaus choked. “Come on. You’ve earned it.”

“Stop,” Ben said. “You know I didn’t want something like this...God, what even happened, Klaus?”

“Nothing,” he said. He closed his eyes again. He felt a bruise forming on his cheekbone. Liam wasn’t gentle.

“Here,” Vanya said. She was back, hovering beside him with a glass of water and an ice pack. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy,” he grumbled, accepting her offering. “Did I wake you?”

She shook her head, and Klaus watched as she adjusted her bangs over her wide eyes. “I was up reading when I heard you come in. Do you want me to get Mom to take a look at you?”

“No, God no.” He scrambled to get up. “Thanks Vanya, I’m okay now.” He wiped at his face with his shirt sleeve. He felt stupid in his handpicked outfit now, with eyeliner running down his face and insides squirming. It was stupid of him to trust Liam, stupid really to think anyone had good intentions when it came to him. They all wanted something, and if it wasn’t power or some connection to the dead then it was his body or the satisfaction of bruising that body, of putting his body in its place.

“Okay,” Vanya said. He didn’t know why she was still there. Maybe Dad had put her up to it, or she just wanted to feel included.

She stared at him for a long while and then hugged him. He flinched at the touch but let her hang on. And he cried, as quietly as he could as the drugs wore off and Vanya stroked his hair.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she said. It wasn’t, but it felt nice to hear. “Let’s go to bed,” she said. Vanya slept curled up next to him that night. He told her she didn’t have to but she insisted on the two of them squeezing in his twin bed. He clung to her, face still a mess of tears and makeup he’d been too upset to wash off, and listened to the steady beating of her heart until he could fall asleep.

“You’re a disappointment Number 4,” his father had said. Klaus couldn’t hide the bruises. Beside him at the table Allison’s hand found his. He’d had this talk with Dad before, if you could call his berating a discussion.

“I know,” he muttered. He’d stopped arguing a long time ago.

“You’re wasting your potential, Number 4.”

“I know,” he repeated, and he closed his eyes again. “I know.”

***

The club was getting loud again. Klaus was pressed up against a mass of other bodies, all sweaty and smelling intoxicatingly of tequila. He was coming down, which was a problem because he’d lost the woman he’d come here with. She was tall and blonde in a green sequined dress and magnificent faux fur coat. He’d wanted to raid her closet later but she’d slipped away from him almost immediately after she gave him some acid and a kiss that tasted like cherry candy.

He was out of cash and he didn’t know anyone here.

“Let’s go outside,” Ben was saying, but Klaus waved him off and Ben disappeared with a huff.

“Oh, c’mon! I didn’t mean to leave me, you big baby,” he said to no one. Ben was right, he needed some fresh air.

He’d forgotten that it was mid-December and he wasn’t dressed for snow. He was wearing a massive pastel purple sweater that swallowed up his thin frame. He had a thin denim jacket over it and a dark skirt that fell to his knees but had a slit up one side. The heeled boots weren’t helping his balance and none of the outfit was keeping him warm enough. The wind blew right through him anyway.

Klaus rubbed his hands together and watched his breath curl up in frosty puffs. Maybe he could find someone to bum a cigarette off of? It would be warm at least, if it couldn’t keep the ghosts at bay. He didn’t have money for a motel, and it was too cold to stay out on the street and try to make some. Everyone smart had planned ahead.

Dammit. He was shivering hard now. He could go back in the club, but it was closing time soon so he’d have to find a good hiding spot if he wanted to stay there. Klaus closed his eyes and counted.

“Are you okay?” At first he thought Ben was back, but Ben never sounded as gentle as this voice did. Ben was always exasperated with him.

Klaus opened his eyes. His teeth were chattering. He could see the shadowy form of a mud covered and bloodstained man in a military uniform. He didn’t look angry, or sad even, just concerned. Klaus was still riding the tail end of his high, and he’d stolen someone’s rum and coke on his way out, so he thought he’d had a bit of time. It usually took awhile for the ghosts to find him.

“Leave me alone. I can’t help you,” he said, hunching down and wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Klaus?”

“What?”

“Holy hell, you weren’t kidding,” the man said. He ran a mangled hand over his hair. He was kind of handsome, if you ignored the decay.

“I’m kind of trying not to freeze to death, or let all your little friends find me, so could you move it along GI Joe?”

“How old are you?” The man asked. He squatted so they were at the same level and Klaus couldn’t ignore the ghost man's piercing blue eyes.

“I’m 21. What’s it to you?” Klaus said. His fingers were getting numb now. It wasn’t good to stay in one place like this.

“I thought you looked young,” he said, and he looked at him almost fondly. Klaus felt nauseous.

“Do you know me or something?” He said.

“Not really,” the man said. “I’m Dave.”

“Dave,” Klaus repeated. “How’d you kick the bucket then, Dave?”

“Vietnam,” he said. “Hey Klaus, do you still drown your tea in honey?”

“I don’t drown it, and besides honey’s good for your throat and I need my throat most of the time thank you very much. Jesus, how do you know me?” Klaus said. He tried to memorize this strange, gorgeous man. “I’d remember meeting you,” he said, looking Dave over.

Dave laughed. “Apparently not. You don’t look too good, sugar.”

That comment about made him swoon. It was just that this ghost sounded so sincere.

“What did I look like when we met?” He asked, suddenly dazed with affection. It was like the most pleasant kind of head rush.

Dave frowned. “You looked scared and lost. You were thinner.”

Klaus hugged his chest. “What else?”

“You had more hair on your face,” Dave said, reaching out as if to touch Klaus’s face. He stopped before he got there. “You’re beautiful, Klaus. Then and now.”

Klaus’s face felt hot. “I wish you were talking to me. I must just look like someone you knew.”

“Klaus—“

“No, really. It’s fine. I’m going to freeze out here if I don’t move soon. Pleasure talking to you, Dave.

“It took me a long time to find you,” Dave said. His form was looking weaker now. “And I’m still early,” he said.

“I hope you find who you’re looking for,” Klaus said. He shook the stiffness out of his legs.

“Don’t freeze to death, kiddo,” the ghost said.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Klaus said, and then Dave was gone, leaving him somehow much emptier. He scrounged around in his pockets for some change and walked down the block to a diner that was open this late. He found a booth and ordered a tea with lots of honey, enough to coat his whole throat and get rid of the bitterness that was spreading through every part of him.

“Diego lives close,” Ben said. He had rematerialized in the seat across from him.

“I know, I’m just preparing myself for the arduous journey to his door.” Klaus took another sip of the tea. It burned his tongue but he didn’t have the right mind to care. He was still thinking about how Dave had called him beautiful.

“Well, hurry up. People are staring,” Ben said.

It wasn’t the first time Klaus had showed up unannounced at Diego’s door. Usually he was drunk or high, and sometimes it was even later than it was now. Diego usually let him in.

“Christ, Klaus. It’s freezing,” Diego said. His eyes were clouded with sleep.

“Hello, dear brother of mine,” Klaus said. “Can I crash here?”

“You’re out in the morning,” Diego said. He opened the door wider and Klaus drank in the crescent of light that spilled onto the front steps.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

Diego found him some spare pajamas and made up a bed on the couch. He piled it high with pillows and some quilts Klaus had never seen before.

“Where’d you get these?” He was swimming in Diego’s sweatpants, but at least the shivering had stopped.

“Garage sale,” he said. “If you didn’t know our family I could pretend they were heirlooms.”

“Mom could’ve made you one,” Klaus said.

“Mom’s busy enough,” Diego said. They weren’t close when they were little. Diego resented the fact that Klaus didn’t try on missions and Klaus was jealous that Diego had powers that made sense. Now, though, Klaus was just lucky that Diego was around to save his ass.

“There you go,” Diego said. “Don’t rush out of here in the morning either. I’ll feed you at least.”

“Fine, Dad,” Klaus said, with a playful eye roll that made Diego cringe.

“Hey, uh...do you know anyone named Dave? Military maybe?” Klaus looked at the floor.

“No, why?” Diego said.

“No reason.”

“Well,” Diego looked at the absolute nest of a bed he’d fashioned. “Don’t say I don’t do anything for you.” He went back to his room.

Klaus took several shots from Diego’s liquor cabinet and fell asleep bundled in quilts, sickly warmth flooding his head and trickling down to his toes. He always fell asleep like this, sick with something, tired or cold or hungry or numb. But tonight everything was worse. He thought of Dave’s ghostly hand reaching out. He wondered if that beautiful, gentle man had touched him. He wondered if they really did know each other in a different place. Stranger things had happened. But maybe not that strange, not for Klaus. He bit down hard on his lip to ground himself. He closed his eyes, and counted to ten.

Klaus woke up before Diego. He found ingredients for pancakes, a few cigarettes he’d hidden last time he was here, and orange juice he used as a mixer for Diego’s whiskey.

“Christ Klaus, I said I’d do that,” Diego said. Klaus was flipping pancakes with relative ease and taking drags off the cigarette out of Diego’s kitchen window.

“Close the window. It’s freezing. And stay out of my liquor cabinet,” he said.

Klaus slid two pancakes onto a plate in front of his brother and poured them both cups of coffee.

“Do you think I could be a chef?” Klaus said. He doused his own plate in syrup and handed the bottle to Diego.

“I don’t think they let you drink whiskey in the kitchen,” Diego said.

“It’s my take on a mimosa. It’s brunch. Lay off me.”

Diego sighed. He cut into his pancake and took a bite. “You know I’m worried about you,” Diego muttered.

“Worried? I’m fine,” Klaus said. He stuffed his face to avoid talking.

“You don’t remember the last time I saw you? Klaus, Jesus, the last time I saw you you OD’d.”

“I know, I just...” Klaus couldn’t look at him. “I’m fine.”

“I just want you to keep being around Klaus, and sometimes I worry that you won’t be.”

The voice at the back of Klaus’s head told him that Diego’s worry was fake. It was all part of the old Umbrella Academy crap. The only reason his siblings would care about him  was to preserve the team. It was the way it had always been.

“I’m fine,” Klaus said. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“That’s not what I—“

“Bye, Diego.” He was twitching for something stronger than whiskey anyway. He could meet up with a friend, make some money, and be back on top by nightfall. Screw Diego and his stupid concern. Screw Dave and his confusing sweetness. Screw everyone.

“Hey Klaus?”

“What?” Ben was back.

“You’re still wearing Diego’s sweatpants.”

“Dammit.”

***

Time travel hurt. It hurt his joints. It felt like it cracked open his skull and squished up his heart. He landed with sparks, on his ass, in the middle of a war he knew absolutely nothing about.

“You just get in the country?” Klaus blinked. He’d been trying to lay low, really he was still in shock, but now this guy was in his space.

“Um, yeah. I’m Klaus,” he said.

“Dave,” he said, offering his hand to shake. His hand was warm, which reminded him that his was cold. Time travel even fucked with temperature, apparently.

“Nice to meet you, Klaus.”

Klaus, to his credit, kept his mouth shut at first. He did what he was told. He woke up when he was supposed to wake up. He scrounged up only enough drugs to keep himself functional.

“Hey Hargreeves, you ever talk?” Klaus was sitting on his bunk, sweating in the humidity and more tired than he’d ever been.

“Maybe he’s one of them mutes?” Someone else said, and they all laughed. They let off steam by picking on him, Klaus didn’t have the energy to mind.

“Leave him alone, Jonesy, maybe he’s just trying to figure out who’s worth talking to,” Dave said, and the whole room quieted. People listened to Dave. Klaus thought it was in the way he carried himself. There was a confidence about him that everyone else faked. Everything about Dave Katz was sincere.

Dave took a seat beside Klaus and leaned over to whisper something. His breath was warm and sweet on Klaus’s face. “You wanna go out for a smoke?” He asked. Klaus nodded, dumbly. He knew he’d have to be careful around Dave. He was the kind of guy Klaus was bound to catch unrequited feelings for, and Klaus had been there too many times. He’d been begging on doorsteps for second chances. He’d been downing drinks at astronomical speeds while guys like Dave flirted with people who were nothing like Klaus. He’d lost this game too many times, like a fool buying scratch off tickets with his last dollar. Klaus was always drawn to the sweet ones, but it was never in the cards for them to like him back.

The stars were out. That was one of the nice things about being out here. It wasn’t like the city with all its pollution and noise. Here, you could see all the stars, and the night was startlingly quiet.

Dave lit Klaus’s cigarette for him and Klaus watched the delicate way he balanced his own in his fingers, taking deep drags off it and glancing over at him like he was some oddity to be observed.

“Not you too,” Klaus said.

“What?"

“You’re looking at me like you want me to say something,” Klaus said. He batted his eyes at him in spite of himself and the tops of Dave’s ears went red.

“No, no I don’t mean to, uh...hey, where are you from Hargreeves?”

“Call me Klaus,” Klaus said, so quiet it was almost a whisper. “Hargreeves is my no good father’s name.”

“Alright, Klaus,” Dave said. There was something familiar about hearing him say his name, with the cadence of a late night secret.

“I’m from New York,” he said. In 2019.

“Oh, a city boy?” Dave said.

“Sure. What about you?” Klaus was eager to throw the conversation off of himself.

“I grew up on a farm in Wisconsin,” Dave said.

“Picture perfect happy family?” Klaus grinned.

“We’re close,” Dave said, taking another drag. “If that’s what you mean. Big family holidays all the traditional Jewish food you could eat.”

“Sounds nice,” Klaus said.

Dave laughed. “I bet my Mama would want to feed you. She was always saying my friends were skin and bones but you really are.”

Klaus put an arm protectively around his chest. “Fast metabolism,” he said. The truth was he was too nauseous to eat most of the time. He was scared and alone out here and the best option seemed to be to wait and see if Five would come and get him. He didn’t dare touch the briefcase again. He didn’t want to end up in the stone ages or worse.

“I don’t really talk about home anymore. I don’t want to jinx it,” Dave said. Klaus looked over at him, the strong line of his jaw, the bags beneath his eyes, his chapped lips.

“Thanks for the cigarette,” Klaus said. He put it out and made to go back inside but Dave grabbed his wrist.

“Wait, I—“

Klaus felt fear bubble up in his chest. Maybe he’d noticed him staring. Maybe he could see it before Klaus even opened his mouth, the shallow pit of his desire. Maybe he was going to threaten him. Maybe things were about to get even worse.

He let him go. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to...I just wanted to make sure you were okay, because it seems kind of like you’re not. I know I don’t know you but I want to.”

“No you don’t,” Klaus said. “If you knew me you wouldn’t like me.” He wrung his hands. It was all spilling out. He couldn’t even look at him.

“So we can’t even be friends?” Dave said, unfazed. Klaus closed his eyes and started counting. “Klaus?” Dave said.

“Fine, fine okay. Let’s be friends. I’d like that. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He opened up more after that night. He told the other guys stories, showed them the tattoo on his arm and recounted missions. It was easy enough to pretend that The Umbrella Academy was some safe, escapist, fantasy he pulled out as a party trick. Dave always got a funny look on his face when he told those stories, but everyone else got a kick out of it.

When they were on their own, though, Dave did most of the talking. Klaus asked him questions about what music he liked, the books he read, his friends from home. They complained about the military’s food and compared blisters and on one occasion Klaus stitched up a cut on his temple, his fingers trembling far too close to Dave’s face.

Klaus had nightmares. Dave would wake him up in the dark and steady him with a hand on each shoulder until his breathing got back to normal. They didn’t talk about that, but Klaus was grateful. Klaus tried not to talk about a lot of things, though they’d agreed to be friends. Some things just came out.

They didn’t see much action, but the work was grueling, and when Klaus ran out of drugs the ghosts showed up in droves. He stole painkillers from the medical tent. He bought liquor from anyone who could spare it, and sometimes when days got bad he mixed a whole lot of the two.

Dave found him once, slumped behind a bush just outside of camp. His image tilted and swirled above Klaus.

“Hey there, sugar,” Klaus slurred. Dave was bending down to meet him. “You found me.”

“Yeah, I found you,” Dave said, and Klaus frowned as Dave tried to help him up.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I thought you knew I’d disappoint you,” Klaus said. A choked kind of laugh came out of his throat and he flushed red.

“Quit saying shit like that,” Dave said. Klaus was too dizzy to get up so they sat side by side in the dirt. “You don’t even let me know you,” he muttered.

“I tell you all sorts of stuff about my past,” Klaus said, coldly. “You just choose not to believe me.”

“Fine, fine, sue me. I find the superhero family from the future thing kind of hard to believe.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” Klaus said. He leaned his head on Dave’s shoulder. He felt Dave stiffen next to him. Maybe he was crossing a line. He was too drunk to care.

“Tell me something real,” Dave said. Klaus blinked against the spots in his vision.

“Okay,” he said. He burrowed his head into the crook of Dave’s neck.

“Klaus—“

“I’m an addict,” he said.

“You’re not an addict, you’re just having a bad night.”

“No, before I even got here. I’ve been abusing drugs since I was a kid. I’ve gotten  clean a couple times since then, but it’s never been for long,” he sucked in a breath. “I kind of thought you’d hate me if you knew that. I’ve done a lot of bad things to stay high.”

“Oh,” Dave said. Klaus’s head was still on his shoulder. He felt Dave’s arms around his shoulders, felt him pulling them close together. “Thanks for telling me,” he said, and Klaus had trouble catching his breath.

“You know I don’t lie to you, right? Even if the things I say don’t sound like the truth?”

“I know,” Dave said. “Let’s get you back to camp.” He hoisted him up by his armpits and let him lean on him all the way back. Klaus felt warm everywhere they were touching. He knew that everything was going to hurt in the morning.

It was too easy to fall in love with Dave Katz.

“You know in the future men marry other men and women marry other women,” he told him once. They were smoking under the stars again.

“Do they now?” Dave said, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh huh, granted people still get beat up over that kind of thing but not like it is here,” he said.

“Hmm,” Dave said. Klaus was watching his expression, looking for some sort of shift to give him an answer to the question he was too chicken shit to ask straight out. “So everyone just sleeps with everyone in the future?” Dave asked.

“Oh no. I mean I do but I’m not really representative in that department,” Klaus said.

“Are you married in the future, Klaus?” Dave asked.

Klaus grinned. “Oh god, no. Have you seen me? No one’s even thinking about locking all this down,” he said.

“Then what exactly are you trying to say to me?” Dave asked, and Klaus looked over to see Dave’s ears burning again. He put out his cigarette with an irritated flick of his hand and Klaus felt guilty.

“Nothing, Dave. I’m just running my mouth like always,” he said.

Dave looked up at the sky, his neck arching, lovely and pale. “It kind of seemed like you were trying to push my buttons,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” Klaus said.

Dave shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m going in anyway.”

Klaus went out to a club the second he was on leave. He needed to move and to get drunk out of his mind. He needed to get Dave out of his head for one minute before everything came tumbling down and crushed him.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Ben said. Ben had been keeping his distance, partly because Klaus had asked him not to eavesdrop and partly because they were both scared of what would happen if the wrong person saw him talking to himself in the 60s. This didn’t keep him from showing up from time to time when Klaus was being an idiot. He’d bought some eyeliner at a drugstore and made himself up. He wanted to be stared at tonight, like the old days.

“I’m full of bad ideas Ben,” he said. The room was dim and smoky and the music was electrifying, old songs he’d seen on his father’s records, many he’d never heard. He ordered a shot.

Klaus was surprised when Dave found him. He hadn’t told him were he was going, but there he was, on the dance floor as Klaus was finishing his fourth drink. They didn’t speak but Klaus could feel Dave looking at him. He could feel the particular magnetism that always drew him back to Dave. They were dancing with women and then they were dancing with each other, in proximity at least, inches from touching.

Then Dave was leading him to a quiet corner, behind a wall where no one could see. There were beads hanging from the ceiling and their shadows played over Dave’s face. He looked so damn good. They were laughing about something Klaus had already forgotten.

“Klaus?”

“Yeah?” Dave was even closer now, so Klaus could see the way the light lingered in his eyelashes.

“I think you’re beautiful. I’ve always thought you were.”

Klaus closed his eyes and started to count. Dave was kissing him before he could even get to three.

The feeling didn’t seem like it belonged to him. It seemed entirely too serene to be standing here in Dave’s orbit, to be kissing him so gently and effortlessly. And then Dave deepened the kiss and Klaus really felt like he was somewhere else.

“Are you okay?” Dave asked, after he pulled away. Klaus blinked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said, breathlessly.

“You just look...you look like that was a lot for you,” Dave said.

“I feel radiant,” Klaus said.

Next time they got a motel room. Klaus was nervous. It was stupid to be, but he was. Dave had yet to go back on his assertion that he liked Klaus. That didn’t make it any less nerve wracking when Dave kissed him after he finished his nightly cigarette. It didn’t make it less terrifying every time they were out in the thick of it, bullets flying, knee deep in mud, that Klaus lost sight of him.

“What are you thinking?” Dave asked. Klaus was propped up on a couple of pillows beneath him. They’d just been kissing, feverishly a moment ago.

“Nothing,” Klaus said. “I’m fine.” He’d felt himself getting distracted. Something was going to go wrong, it just had to.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” Dave said, drawing back. He looked so pretty above him. Klaus was embarrassed. He was ruining this.

“I’m fine,” he repeated, kissing him again. Dave’s hands were on his waist now. Klaus felt slippery and strange, like everywhere Dave touched him was on fire.  

“Klaus—“

“Kiss me again,” Klaus said.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Dave said.

“No, no I’ll be good I promise,” Klaus said. Some needy, pleading part of him was coming out. It was the same part of him that cried when Dad said he was a disappointment.

“Klaus, you’re scaring me.”

He couldn’t breathe. He closed his eyes and started counting. You can’t do anything right, can you Number 4?

Dave got off of him. “Breathe, Klaus. You’re okay.”

“No I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he said.

“Klaus stop apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Klaus put his face in his hands. “I can’t even sleep with you right.”

“We can take things slow. I was just trying to check on you,” Dave said.

“To check on me?” Klaus repeated.

“Yes.”

“People don’t really do that,” Klaus said.

“Oh Klaus.”

“Don’t look at me like that. I can see your pity,” he said.

“Just let me care about you for one minute,” Dave said.

“I don’t know how!” Klaus said. He could feel his eyes pricking with tears. “No one but you treats me right. No one gave a shit when I left. My family doesn’t see me as a person. No offense, Ben, and also get out of here Ben.”

“Okay,” Dave said gently. “Well can you let me treat you right for a little while longer. I’ll show you.”

He brushed the hair out of Klaus’s face and dried his eyes. He kissed his forehead and then his neck.

“You’re beautiful,” Dave said.

“I’m not,” Klaus said.

Dave kissed him again. “You are.”

Klaus raised his arms so Dave could slip off his shirt.

“This is nice,” Klaus said.

“Are you okay to keep going?”

Klaus nodded, dreamily.

“Can I take off your pants?” Dave asked.

“Yes,” Klaus said. It was all getting to be a lot, but Dave was calming him down.

“I love you, Klaus.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Klaus said.

“Well, I wouldn’t lie to you,” Dave said.

“I love you too, Dave.”

***

Time travel hurt. It hurt seeing Dave laying there, bleeding. He didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. He was just there one minute and lifeless the next. Klaus’s heart was crushed on impact. Dave’s blood was on Klaus’s hands when he got back. His skin felt raw and the tears wouldn’t stop coming. Because Klaus didn’t love easily and he’d gone ahead and fucked up again. He’d gone ahead and broke himself beyond repair.

When he got back no one seemed to notice, or care. Granted there was an apocalypse to stop, which Klaus supposed would be a priority for most rational people. And clearly he wasn’t rational if he was choosing the end of the world as his time to get clean.

“When was the last time you were this sober?” Ben asked. Klaus was bent over the toilet, currently dry heaving what was left of his dignity and sweating like the Commission was after him again.

“I don’t know, our 12th birthday?” For all the nausea and headaches and chills and general feeling that he was going to shrivel up and die before the ghosts even bothered  showing up, it was nice to have some mental clarity. It was nice not to trip over his own feet and to be able to recall what he had for breakfast (and to be up for breakfast at all.) He almost wished Dave had seen him like this, maybe not the vomit part, but the part where he could focus his powers enough for Ben to touch him. Maybe the part where he could pour himself a cup of coffee without spiking it with anything. He had the feeling Dave would’ve been proud of him, though if he thought about that for too long it got hard to fight the urge to raid Dad’s medicine cabinet. Still, he just closed his eyes and took it a second at a time.

“What’s with you?” Five asked him, as he poured him coffee that he took one sip of and pushed aside with a disgusted look.

“Oh, haven’t you heard? I’m sober now.”

“Your streak of good decision making couldn’t have started with bringing me that briefcase?” Five said, reconsidering the coffee.

“Nope,” Klaus said.

They were quiet for a minute, and Klaus thought Five was going to disappear again when he finished the rest of the coffee and asked what it was like.

“What was what like?”

“Vietnam, you numbskull, being stuck out there,” Five said.

“I had good company,” Klaus said.

“Good enough not to try to come home?”

“He was my home,” Klaus said tightly. Part of him wished he knew a thing about Five, that they hadn’t been ripped from each other before they were fully formed people (not that they were even that now.) Maybe then Klaus would know what to say to his brother.

“You were in love?” Five said, and Klaus blinked at the way his voice has softened, almost imperceptibly.

“I am in love,” Klaus said.

“What happened?”

“He died. I came back.”

Five nodded. “I understand why you destroyed the briefcase.” He got up and straightened his tie.

Klaus felt like he was melting. “I didn’t know how to love before him. Or even be loved, I think.”

Five’s expression clouded. Klaus thought back to when they were kids, all the competition, manipulation, and guilt. Even with all the dysfunctional shit, Five had risked everything to get back here and help his family. Klaus wasn’t sure he’d do the same. He had a whole lifetime of trust issues he hadn’t even begun to unpack, not to mention the persistent thought that no one in his family really loved him.

“Maybe someday I’ll get around to learning that one,” Five said. “Keep your head up, Klaus.”

“God, you really do sound like an old man.”

Klaus was glad not to have landed in the middle of a war the next time he time traveled. Alone in an alley in Dallas in 1960 wasn’t ideal, and he’d skinned up his knees on impact, but it was better than dead.

Starting a cult had genuinely been an accident. He was hyped up on the whole peace and love thing and it wasn’t his fault that his sober brain was apparently an encyclopedia for inspirational pop lyrics.

“I’m not even lying, really. I do have superpowers,” he told Ben, over a fruit and cheese spread some of his followers had brought him. He bit into an apple slice.

“But you’re not a prophet. You’re just a dumbass who knows too many Madonna lyrics and has no qualms about fucking up the time line,” Ben said.

“What is a prophet but a person with the courage to speak truth to power?” Klaus said, through a mouthful of cheddar cheese.

“You’re a plagiarist with a praise kink,” Ben said.

“That’s cold, even for you,” Klaus said. He lounged back on the velvet couch. He certainly hadn’t expected to amass such a large following so quickly, or to have a veritable mansion for his disciples to study his teachings. Klaus had been stumbling into things, as of late, and trying to resist the abundance of drugs that were practically thrown at him. “I’m stuck here. I can’t get a real job. And my whole family is probably dead, Ben. Not to mention Dave doesn’t even know who I am yet. I’m really hanging on by a thread. I hope you realize that.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m trying to keep you from duping innocent people.”

“Apology accepted,” Klaus said.

When Klaus saw him, at first, he thought it would be enough to just be there in the same space again. He pulled his shirt sleeves down over his tattoos and tried to keep his voice even and detached. But then Dave looked at him with those eyes that always used to know the answers and Klaus just couldn’t let him die. Even when it meant getting punched. Even when it meant making a kid think he was going crazy. Even when it meant knowing he’d failed, irreparably, and watching Dave walk away angrier than before. He couldn’t help himself.

***

Klaus sat on the farmhouse steps and rubbed Dave’s dog tags. It was happening again. They’d go hurtling through space and time and it was going to hurt again. Dave would be dead again. He’d be alone. He didn’t even have Ben anymore.

“Klaus?” Vanya stood timidly in the doorway, her face streaked with tears. “Can I sit with you?”

“Oh course.” He shifted so there was space for her and slung an arm over her shoulders. They sat in silence for awhile. Klaus watched the clouds roll over the sky.

“Sissy won’t come with us,” Vanya said at last. “It’s too dangerous for her and Harlan. I’m too dangerous.”

He squeezed her shoulder. “I’m sorry. You’re not too dangerous for me.”

She laughed. “I guess that’s comforting even coming from my Ouija board brother.”

“We’re in the same club then, Vanya. We’re both leaving the loves of our lives behind in the 60s.”

"Sometimes I wish we'd never met, then I wouldn't know what it was like to love like that."

"We all deserve to know what it's like to love like that," Klaus said.

“She deserves a better life than she’s getting here,” Vanya said.

“I know.” Klaus thought about the look on Dave’s face the last time the saw him, how hurt and confused he’d been.

“Does it get any easier?” Vanya asked.

“I’ll let you know when I find out. One day at a time, I guess. Sometimes one second at a time.” He hugged his knees. He hadn’t really anticipated making it this far, so what was one more day? Maybe he’d get sober again. Maybe he’d conjure Dave and apologize for not trying hard enough, for getting him killed anyway.

Vanya leaned her head on his shoulder. “You really think things are just going to go back to normal when we get back?”

“Define normal,” Klaus said.

“Fair enough,” Vanya said.

Klaus closed his eyes again. He thought about all the times they’d started over. He thought of all the people he’d disappointed and mistrusted and lied to. He wondered if he was any better off than he was before, or if he was just a new shade of selfish and lost.

In the beginning, Klaus closed his eyes and counted to ten because the only person he had was himself and the stupid brain he couldn’t get under control. It was a reprieve, a moment of focus before he had to face what was always in front of him.

“One second at a time,” Vanya said. “I think I can do that.”

Klaus closed his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “I think I can too.”

[minyoonkeeks]

Late Night Maintenance // JJK

Pairing : JJK X Reader (F)

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Warnings : good old vanilla sex in all aspects, there's some oral and pretty much it. Nothing triggering (:

A/N: I know I said I was starting my new series, but my good friend who I originally wrote this fic for, finally read it. It's my first smut fic ever, and generally the second one I've even written. I've reread it and there are things I wish I could word better, but it's a growth process so I'm happy with it right now. Please let me know if you liked it (:

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"Yeah sure I can work with that schedule. Thank you so much for working with us, we will get the prompts out to you by the end of the week"

You quickly hung up the phone and organized your desk. It was you vacation getaway with your best friends from your hometown. All of you grew up together but when college started, you chose to stay and help out in the family travel business to get your photography started. It wasn't as big of a deal to you than to the other girls who wanted you to go with them, but it made your getaway trips legendary.

Hence why you were on your way, bolting to the airport to get on the first flight to Hong Kong. It was insane how quickly everything came together. Your best friend Lia's boyfriend Yoongi was on a special trip out during the time of your trip and was able to secure 3 more tickets for you, your other friend Becca and her boyfriend Hoseok. You only had 2 weeks to get everything ready and packed as much as you could for your week out in another country. To be honest, being at home started to feel stifling and you really wanted to see if your photography would get you anywhere else. It wasn't that you didn't love home, but it was obvious that nothing would happen if you stayed in your bubble.

So off you were, 1 week in Hong Kong with your best friends and all on their boyfriend's dime. It was odd, while Lia had Yoongi, Becca had Hoseok, and you weren't feeling any vibes from anyone. It didn't upset you, but you knew if you stayed any longer you'd end up marrying that creep from down the street who would stare at you whenever you made any trips out of your house. This was the perfect opportunity. You would see if your photography fared with any other artists, and just maybe you'd be able to get rid of some of those bad love juju vibes everyone said you had. 

"C'mon don't be like that!" Becca yelled while she finished getting ready in the bathroom. "Yeah we can't have our annual dinner without you!" Lia whined as she hugged your leg, causing it to fall asleep from how hard she was grabbing at it. "I just feel a little off. I love the guys, I do, but I don't wanna be third wheeling. I promise, we'll go out together another time. Just take today and go be in love you babies." You sighed as you changed the channel on the TV. Quickly a hotel promotion popped up for a night in at Disney Hong Kong, courtesy of the swanky hotel concierge team since you were in a hotel suite. "Look I can go to Disney at night! You know I've always wanted to go see the castle, and it's special hours for us. See I have something to do, so get ready so I can be on my way!" You feigned enthusiasm so they could get the hint and leave you alone. You really didn't want to sit through 2 hours of making out on one end and cutesy talk on the other. It was bad enough on the plane ride having to sit through it while everyone gave you pity looks and to deal with it tonight would be a no thanks since tomorrow the boys were off to do their business venture and you'd be with just the girls. "Fine, but if we come back and you are still here watching netflix in your pajamas you are dead meat." Lia stared at you, you knew she meant business, especially when she wasn't getting what she wanted. There wasn't any getting out of it either. You weren't planning on going, but 10 minutes into your Strong Girl Bong Soon rerun you thought, why the hell not? There wasn't anything stopping you, and it was free. You changed into a long sleeve with your favorite overalls decided to grab your camera and go down to see what Disney was about.

The ride to the park was quiet. You really didn't think you'd be one of 3 people in the van going to late night Disney. It was Disney, you know? Happiest place on earth? But you guessed it was because it was almost midnight that you'd have most of the park to yourself. There was an older man driving who you counted as one because otherwise you'd have to acknowledge that you were sitting next to an incredibly good looking man. He wore black tshirt over some jeans and you could tell he wasn't really looking at anything, kind of like he was lost in his own mind. As you sat down, he jolted up and looked right at you, big brown doe eyes full of innocence. You face flushed, how couldn't it, when smiled at you and very cooley said, "Hi, don't mind me, please sit." You had just about choked on air from how beautiful he smiled after talking. And so you sat in silence, trying not to fidget too much, so he wouldn't notice your awkwardness. When you finally arrived, you realized just how alone you'd be. The massive entryway only had 1 lane open and there were no cars passing by to drop off or pick up non existent passengers.

"Don't worry, it's open." The ridiculously cute boy said as he looked at you, smiling a huge bunny smile. You couldn't help but notice him now. Tall, really tall, and although he was wearing a large shirt, you could clearly see defined muscles making your eyebrows lift up from the surprise, and hoping he didn't notice. But clearly he did as he smirked giving you your once over. 

"Oh, and you know this how?" You asked, trying not to sound too out of control from how your brain wanted grab his arms as a reflex to see if he was really built because you hadn't had any decent sex in so long. He stared at you for a second, trying to gage whether you were teasing him, or you genuinely wanted to know. "Oh, I work here. I'm helping renovate the castle with my uncle since I had some time off this summer and he needed the extra help. Most of the guests don't come out at this time since I guess they like to sleep." He chuckled to himself and you made a face worthy of laughter. Was he messing with you? "Honestly, I only came to get the churros and head out, thanks" you scoffed. You chuckled under your breath as you saw his reaction, clearly not expecting you to bite back at his teasing, or lame attempt at it anyway. You walked past him and into the park ignoring his eyes as he looked right at you, smug smile from being defeated at his own game.

The park was beautiful. Lights and rides lit up, although none of them were running at this hour for safety reasons. It was ok since you came to take photos anyway. You took your camera out of its case and began taking photos. It was so relaxing, for the first time feeling like your photos were yours and not solely for the purpose of putting them on a travel ad. You loved your job, I mean it was your parents blood, sweat, and tears that went into it, but it wasn't yours. It was their dream. And being here now, taking photos and being carefree for a second made you realize what you were missing out on.

"Beautiful, right?" You heard his voice behind you. Almost as if he was so close you could feel his breath on you, and for a second you had to get a hold of yourself. "Yeah, it's definitely out of this world" you mentioned, trying to keep the ache in your pants from making you choke on your words. He ends up right next to you staring curiously as you gaze out at the landscape and it's enough to make you lose your breath.

"C'mon, I'm not on a time crunch, I can show you around if you'd like. My name's Jungkook by the way." He smiles at you and extends a hand. You take notice at how he squeezes a little too hard and it makes you think of how it'd be like for him to squeeze your thighs to let him in and you have to snap out of it. "I'm ______, sure I could go for some company." 

As he's explaining the buildings while you're taking photos, you can't help but feel him looking at you from time to time and it makes your knees weak. If it was day time, it probably wouldn't have the same effect, but something about the lights and the fact that he kept getting closer to you made you think about how his arms would feel around your waist, or how his torso would feel around your legs. 

"And here's my stop." You quickly broke out of your thoughts to look up at the dark castle. He notices how you startle to his voice and laughs a little. "Oh, I didn't realize it was so soon. Thanks Jungkook, this was fun" you mumble back, cheeks red from where your thoughts were leading you. He looks flushed and for a second he's biting on his lip, making yours do the same. "You want to come look inside? There's a few rooms that don't have access for regular customers, but I can show you if you promise not to tell anyone." He nudges you, and you feel his muscles through his shirt, yeah definitely ripped, you thought. "Sure, as long as you'll let me take a few photos, I mean not like you own the place" you laugh awkwardly and slap his shoulder. He winks at you as you both start walking towards the gate.

As you walk in you have a great sense of… nothing. Its blank, gray walls coating the inside of something so beautiful on the outside. You see the lights through stained glass illuminating your pathway and you wonder for a second where all the illusion went. Jungkook is walking slowly behind you and you fail to notice when he puts his hand on your waist as he guides you in the dark. As you reach his work destination you see it's quiet and completely alone, but you aren't nervous. "It's kind of weird huh? We're supposed to be adding a terrace and it's already there but we're waiting on the designers to finish their sketching to continue. We're supposed to meet them tomorrow. Here, let me show you." He takes you hand and laces his fingers between yours as he guides you up to the terrace.

You get there and he holds you by the waist to pick you up. As you look out and see the view you can't help but feel how rough his hands are on your waist. You turn and stare at him gauging if it's your imagination, or if he wants the same thing you do. You shake the thoughts out of your head walking towards the edge to take a closer look around the park. You take a few photos, noticing how Jungkook stands behind you, leaning against a post. It kind of makes you take a second to breath, feeling like he's staring at you and not at the scenery around him. "Come sit with me" he calls out to you, and as you turned you saw him laying a blanket down. " Since I work night shifts, I usually spend my time listening to music and sitting here. It's pretty calm, and I like hearing the way the wind carries over." He sounds happy and you smile as you walk over to him sitting next to him. He grabs your hand and holds it, and at first it startles you, but seeing his smile as he lays back a little you can't help but wonder if he would be like this all the time. If this was how he treated his special someone. You talked for what felt like hours  about your home, your job, and you ambitions. He would smile occasionally and tell you about his life. He wasn't actually from Hong Kong, but just working while he figured out where he wanted to go or do. You admired him for that, being free enough to go anywhere and do what he wanted without falling into pressure. "Why don't you come with me next time? I'll probably go back home to Korea for a few months and then set out somewhere, anywhere. We'd have a lot of fun." He remarked and looked at you, big brown eyes full of interest. It was different, feeling like you were meant to meet him tonight, and although you'd never make a rash decision, you couldn't help but love the idea of hanging out with him, taking photos, and having fun. It seemed too good to be true but you didn't let that get in the way. 

You stand up and pull on his arm to help him up, Jungkook towering over you. "Sure, maybe one day, you never know." You smile at him. He's warm and sweet and yet you can't quite place what he's thinking as he squeezes your fingers between his as he jumps off the terrace.

He pulls you down slightly and places his hand behind your neck bringing you down to his eye level. You could smell his musky scent and moaned a little too loudly into him and his soft eyes quickly turned into lust. He took your face into his and kissed you, at first with so much yearning, that you couldn't help but open your mouth to let him in. " I've been waiting all night to do that." He smiled as he let go for a quick second before attaching himself to you again. He brought you down and sat you on the edge to kiss you harder and longer. You opened your legs to let him slide his body in between yours and you gasped when you felt his hardness brush against you. "Mmm Kook, me too" you whispered. He took that as an opportunity to let his tongue slip inside you again and you only moaned louder into him, making him smirk. As he pulled away he watched you, with dark lust filled eyes, as he spoke roughly. "You really couldn't wear something a little more convenient huh?" He said as he watched you catch your breath and slowly unbuckle your overalls. "I didn't really think I'd be fucking a hot ass guy at a palace, did I?" You chuckled as he went to suck on your collarbone. He went slowly up your neck sucking and leaving love marks, as you moaned in anticipation for what was next. "I knew I was going to fuck you from the moment I saw you get on the van" he growled into your ear and nibbled, "Well then, fuck me please" was all you could say before he crashed his lips back onto yours.

His hands quickly trailed down your sides, along your breasts, making you hitch your breath. He squeezed at your nipples between the fabric of your bra causing you to moan out his name in pure ecstasy. He tugged on the ends of your shirt and you lifted up your hands to let him take it off. As he stood back for a second, you started feeling anxious, but the look on his face gave away any inhibitions about what you wanted to do to him. You unclipped your bra staring right at him as you slowly took it off, watching as he devoured your body with his eyes. "This really is the most magical place on earth. You're gorgeous, come here" he said walking back towards you.

He started kissing your lips slowly, leaving love bites down your neck and into your chest. Once he reached your breast, he kissed around reaching your nipple and sucking on it making you gush between your thighs. He looked up to lock eyes with you and trailed the other hand between your legs to feel your heat. "I think it's time we take these off don't you think?" Jungkook said as he moved to take off the rest of your clothes.

As they hit the floor, Jungkook's lips were back nibbling on your nipple as his hand made his way back to your mound. There was no denying how aroused you were when he felt your slickness soaking through your panties. "Mmm, feels like I could fit right in already huh?" He said as he moved your panties to the side and slid his fingers through your slit, making you moan in response. "I want to see you too" you said as you tugged off his shirt. You ran your fingers over his defined muscles and kissed along his shoulder blade, smooth skin hot and cold at the same time.

"Lay down for me" he whispered as he tugged your panties off. He lowered himself to your thighs, kissing along and leaving a trail of bite marks, claiming every bit of your body that he could. Once he reached your core he trailed his tongue up your slit, bringing more moans out of you. "You like that baby?" He whispered as he licked once more, this time circling your clit with his tongue. You grabbed the back of his head as a reflex, and it only made him hungrier for your juices. He groaned into your pussy lips to suck on your clit. "Mmm, you taste so good baby, I could do this all night." His voice sounding an octave lower and full of sex. All you could do was moan, hearing him call you baby made a fresh wave of arousal hit you. 'More, I need more" was all you could say as Jungkook slipped a finger into your aching cunt. Your walls clenched his fingers, happy for the intrusion as your juices coated his finger when he started fucking you with it. Your moans getting louder, and his assault on your clit, making you grind into his face. You could feel him moving his stance and looked over for a second to see him palming his erection, waiting to be released. It made you so much wetter knowing that he was enjoying this just as much as you. He noticed you looking and slid a second finger provoking another loud moan from you. "You're so tight baby, I need to make sure you're ready for me" he said as he scissored his fingers into you. "I want to see you" you said between moans, earning another groan from him as he fucked you with both fingers. He curled them inside of you, hitting your sweet spot and making you gasp loudly only making him harder. "Cum in my mouth baby and I'll give you whatever you want" he whispered into you and began fucking you harder. Hearing those words were enough and soon you were toppling over the edge, seeing white and groaning out his name "Fuck , Kook!" Was the only coherent thing coming out of your mouth as you came. He kissed your cunt, stood up, juices covering his mouth and chin, as he smiled seductively, leaving your aching pussy wanting more. "That was so hot," He took your hands and pulled you up so you were meeting his chest. "Show me how much you want me"

You lowered yourself off the terrace, knees wobbly from how you body reacted to Jungkook, and held onto his jeans. Slowly kissing down his toned torso you skimmed the lining of his jeans to reach the buttons. Undoing the clasp, you looked kissed him roughly as he moaned into you. You pulled his jeans down  slowly along with his boxers releasing him from the constraints of the fabric. As you got on your knees you let out a huge sigh. He was big, bigger and thicker than you have ever had. "You like what you see baby?" He whispered bringing it down and stroking it in front of you, making your pussy ache from the sight. He has a slight curve and he was red with how hard he was, precum droplets coming out of the slit. It looked delicious and all you could think about was how he would feel fucking your mouth. You looked up at him, and he was holding his breath to see what you would do. You smirked and licked from his balls up to the tip of his cock, feeling him tremble under your touch. You licked the precum off, slowly engulfing him in your mouth. He groaned and gripped onto the edge of the terrace as you started to bob your head, licking around the tip to give.him a little more. "Fuck ____ you look gorgeous, so beautiful baby. Take my cock in all the way." He hissed as you licked around his cockhead once more. There was no way he would fit completely inside your mouth, but as you pumped your mouth on him he grabbed your head and began fucking you mercilessly. "Fuck _____ it feels so fucking good. Your mouth feels like it was made for me to fuck it" his thrusting getting more intense only made your arousal come back faster and soon you were rubbing your clit with the same speed as his mouth fucking. You pulled away fast, sucking and popping him out of your mouth when he started getting sloppy, knowing that he was going to cum.

"Baby, I need you in me." Was all you could say as he picks you up and throws you back on the terrace, placing his body right between you on the edge. You could feel his rock solid erection throbbing close to your core. "I Don't have protection, didn't really think I needed it tonight  you know?" He says, hunger in his eyes. "It's fine, I have a thing, keeps the babies away, just fuck me already" you moaned back waiting to see what he'd do. He brought his face close up to yours and kissed you hard, hard enough for you not to notice him rubbing his dick against your slit. "Good, it'll just make the sex even better" he whispered and slammed his dick into you, giving you no time to prepare. "Fucking hell, oh shit" was all you could say as he cradled you in his arms fucking you as if he'd prepared al alongl. It stung, more than you thought it would, but hearing his grunts and moans only made you want him to fuck you harder, and soon all you could feel was the intense pleasure from his dick slapping against your cunt. He nibbled on your ear as you repeatedly told him to fuck you faster and harder, wrapping your legs around him and holding on. "You're so fucking tight baby, just like I imagined. Even better. I can't wait to --ugh-- fucking spill everything in you, on you, everywhere." He cursed as he railed into you. He placed his hand between you and started rubbing circles around your clit bringing screaming moans out of you. "Kook, fuck me harder, I need more." Was all you could say. He trusted into you one last time before holding himself as deep as he could, trying to catch his breath, and trying even harder not to cum inside you yet. He pulled out, leaving you empty for a second and climbed on the terrace, pulling you down on top of him. 

"Ride me, I want to see you ride me" he said panting. You aligned yourself on his cock, your lips slowly taking the head of his cock in as he looked with full lust in his eyes. "This is fucking amazing, you're so fucking beautiful" he gulped as you took him in inch by inch, moaning into him and dropping down giving him a kiss. It wasn't rough, just sexual and intimate, and you moaned out his name slowly grinding against him. He grabbed your thighs, the rough sweaty texture of him making you clench around him even more as you slowly roll your hips against his. "You're gorgeous Kook, let me look at you" you softly tell him as you move his sweaty hair from his face making him blush. He makes his way to your breasts and squeezes them gently making soft whimpers from where he wants to fuck into you. You lower your body and he takes a nipple into his mouth slowly circling and biting the perky nub, "yeah, just like that" you whisper as your fucking goes from intense and rough to sensual and intimate as you get closer to your release. He brings your hips lower into him, feeling his cock reach areas you hadn't ever felt someone reach and making you wimper and fuck back into him harder. "Yeah just like that baby, make yourself feel good for me. -mmmm- I want to feel you cum on my cock" he groans in small broken sentences, getting sloppier by the second. It only turns you on even more to hear him talk like that so you're grinding onto him harder. You grab the nape of his neck and pull him up with you as you move your legs around his waist. It gives him access to start fucking harder into you, holding your hips down as you ride him, unable to control your moans. He kisses you, hungrily, as if he's asking for something, and soon you grab onto him, seeing white, and feeling the pressure snap and release into pure bliss. "Fuck ____ you look so beautiful cumming for me, don't stop." You hear him through your orgasm as you go in for a kiss. He takes it and moans as he releases into you, spilling his seed inside and coating your walls. He rides out his orgasm, leaving you sensitive and holding tightly to his back to steady yourself. "Wait, too much." You say, panting into his neck.

As you slowly stop he turns and looks at you, his face happy and smiling, unable to contain himself as he kisses you again. "That was way better than working tonight, " he jokes and soon you're both laughing into each other. You nudge him playfully and rest your head on his shoulder,leaning back to lay down over the terrace. He takes his shirt and drapes it over you, and you can't tell when, but you fall asleep.

When you wake up in the morning, groggy from your late night escapade you see Jungkook shuffling away and cleaning the area. "Here, we're late. My uncle and our associates are coming to look at our progress. I'm gonna need you to go out the back," he says as he hands you your clothes, pulling you up to get ready. You quickly put on everything and follow him out the back way. He looks at you, kind of like he wants to say something, but instead kisses your forehead. "What was that?" You chuckle, cheeks reddening from the sudden intimacy. "For making my job ten times better last night." He says laughing and pulling you into a quick hug. "Oh that? No problem, anytime" you say and you eyes widen at the comment clearly stupid enough to come out of your mouth. "Yeah, I'd like that. Here, take my number call me when you get a chance to go out. And I don't mean just to do last night, although, I'd like that too" he laughs as he's trying not to blush. "Thanks, I'll see you around." You tell him as you walk out and towards the gate of the park.

By the time you get back to the hotel, all you want to do is sleep on your warm bed and bask in the way it felt to be touched by Jungkook. You let out a huge sigh and plop down only to feel someone tugging at your legs. "_____ !! What are you doing?? Where have you been? Wake up, we have somewhere to go. I promise you'll like it. " Lia says as she's tugging at you. "I told you I was going out. Where are we going? You didn't mention anything before" you groaned as you kicked her legs away wanting to engulf yourself in the pillows. "Come on, it'll be fun I promise." Becca said as she turned the shower on and Lia dragged you into it. "Wear something cute we're going out to celebrate Yoongi and Hobi making cash! They got the contract and are taking us out!" "Ugh fine, only if you'll let me come back early. I'm tired." You sighed making your way to the restroom and getting ready against your better judgement.

Once you got out of the taxi you walked into the diner looking through your purse and bumping into something hard. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," you reply as Lia's pulling you back . "It's ok " you hear a voice say and suddenly your eyes open wide and you look up. "____ this is Jungkook, sorry about that bro, sometimes she gets lost her headspace" Yoongi mentioned as you looked bewildered at the scene before your eyes. "It's fine, hey ____ nice to meet you, I'm Jungkook" he smiles wide as you take his hand and blush unintentionally at the contact. Lia and Becca share glances and giggle telling the boys to go sit down so you could have a moment. 

"What's going on" you say as you feel him tangle his fingers through yours. He gets close enough to not cause any suspicion but enough to put his hand around your waist and caress your side. " I didn't think it'd be appropriate to tell them I knew you as the girl who fucked me last night. Let's keep that between us, but…" he paused and got closer to your ear whispering, "this definitely makes things easier don't you think?"

[fatherlyssa]

(i can’t remember whose gifs these are but credit to them)

summary: y/n goes to a party to get her mind off of one thing, or person should she say, in particular

warning: use of drugs and alcohol are present, everything stated is completely fiction

you walked into the house that was flashing with neon lights. most of the house was dark except for some random LED lights set up throughout. a song that sounded familiar to you was playing, but you couldn’t quite remember the name of it.

it was probably a song he had shown her.

it was impossible for her to not think about him. every little thing made a memory of them pop into her head.

a certain lyric played loudly over the speakers set up in every corner of the house and it was then you remembered where it had come from.

you were both seated on his bed. he was laying horizontally by the head of the bed and you were laying the opposite way by the foot of the bed. an ashtray set up in between the two of you. a blunt was being passed back and forth.

“your turn.” he said in a low gravely voice that gave you chills. you grabbed the blunt from his fingers and pressed it to your lips.

he muttered the lyrics of the song as he watched you take a hit. his eyes never breaking contact with yours. the feeling of his eyes on yours gave you more of a high than the drug between your lips ever could.

“come on, y/n.” the small hand of your friend clasped onto yours as she dragged you through the house.

it was easy to tell she had been to this house before as she navigated through the narrow halls with ease. an actual light was at the end of the hallway you were currently walking down. people were coming out of the open door with pink solo cups in their hands and smiles on their faces.

“we need drinks.” you quickly agreed with your friend as you entered what looked to be a kitchen.

kegs were set up on top of the expensive marble countertops making you cringe slightly. it felt all too childish for you to be nearing the age of twenty-two. you went with it anyways and filled the plastic cup to the brim with the random yellow liquid. as soon as it hit your lips you recognized the unique taste of beer. years ago your face would have scrunched up in disgust, but now the taste didn’t bother you.

you waited as your friend filled up her cup, sipping gingerly on the drink in your hands. you wanted desperately for the alcohol to take over your system so you became numb to any and everything. being numb had just become easier than trying to work through your emotions.

that’s why most of your days were spent coming down from highs and being hungover. you had never smoked or drank until he had come into your life. you were particularly a good person. a caring person who gave her all to people. needless to say, he ruined you. he took every good quality about you and threw it away.

“hey ladies..” you looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes. the kind of eyes that only appear in movies. or so you thought.

“hey connor!” your friend said as she wrapped herself into his side giving him a friendly hug. “this is my friend, y/n.” she introduced you to the fine specimen and you gave him a smile and then looked away to glance around the room.

that’s when you saw it. the one person you had come here to forget was standing only a mere ten feet away. a peachy skin tone colored shirt covering his body. his hair was styled up just the way you liked it. a hard intimidating look covered his face as he listened intently to the guy in front of him talking.

you didn’t realize you were staring until connor had placed his hand on your bare shoulder.

“do you smoke?” he asked you making you stare at him for a second.

“um, no.” you lied straight to his face.

you did smoke. just not with anyone tho. you only smoked with him and then by yourself. you didn’t trust anyone else enough to see you in that state.

connor nodded then removed his cold hand from your shoulder. he started up another conversation with your friend, leaving you to let your eyes wander around the room once again.

this time his eyes had you pinned against the wooden cabinets behind you. his eyebrows were nestled together, but not in confusion. in complete jealousy and anger that someone other than him had put their hands on you.

you needed something more. boldly, you ripped your stare from his and placed a hand on connor’s forearm. almost in a seductive manner.

“i lied. i do smoke.” you let out an innocent giggle afterwards, courtesy of the alcohol hitting your system now.

being cross faded should do the trick.

you all sat in a garage type of room. a couple of couches had been set up and in the middle was a coffee table. you felt like you were on the scene of ‘that’s 70 show’.

on the table was a bong, and ashtray, and a beach bucket with a smart wattle bottle sticking out the top. classics.

“which one you wanna hit?” connor asked you, as he placed a gentle hand on your knee. his hands were always so cold it sent chills over your body when he touched you.

“this one.” a voice other than yours had spoken up.

a large hand outstretched across the table, pushing the beach bucket and water bottle towards you. you stared at him from where he sat directly across from you on the opposite couch. he held the stare almost begging you to say or do something.

everyone seated around you both could feel the tension rising but you went along with it. you thanked connor as he packed the bowl for you and then let you hit it. you took all the air in with ease, still feeling his eyes burning holes through you. but you ignored it.

just like you ignored the calls. the text. the voicemails. you ignored it all in hopes of him leaving you alone.

the drugs had hit your system and the one thing you needed in that moment was fresh air. you stumbled to your feet and almost blindly guided yourself out of the garage and back upstairs to the roaring home. or so it felt like it was roaring. the lights that were flashing began to trip you out as you walked through the living room. your held your hand up to your face, shielding yourself from it.

the cold midnight air hit your skin and chill bumps arose everywhere. you took a seat down on the brick staircase that led up to the house and took a deep breathe in. almost trying to calm yourself down from th paranoia building inside you.

“you could’ve called me back.”

HAAHHA CLIFFHANGER

this sat in my drafts for at least two weeks and i didn’t know what to do with it so i’m turning into a two part thingy hehe

STAY TUNED

[geraldbrunskill]

Big Dumb Bike

Up until September 2nd, 2019, my friend Shivaune had a bike. It was big and it was dumb. I’m sorry Shivaune, I know you fancied your bike but I hated it. Every time I came near that big dumb bike, it would fall over and injure me. Because it was too big. It was also very dumb. I’m glad it fell off the RV and got run over by an eighteen-wheeler. 

From the cheap seats that were 2018, the promise of 2019 had all the telltale signs of a Cats remake. More of the same shit, reheated, with a side of fuck me. It’s not that I felt undeserved of reward, per annum or otherwise. Hammer in hand, I’d been busy forging my chisel into the granite that was this teenage decade until my arms gave out. Reinvention is hard, and all of the sweat equity had me feeling salty. As the clock struck midnight, I fully expected 2019 to knock over my beer whilst bogarting the last bong rip. I felt stuck in the bedroom of an adolescent century that only wanted to jerk off and play fortnite.

2019 when uttered aloud sounded very similar to, “Old donkey balls.” It felt gray-market, like that baby-grand piano I bought from Costco on the cheap. It was never gonna stay in tune, the damn thing was made outta bamboo chips and old Suzuki motorcycle parts. What genius at Suzuki thought to himself, “Well, our jeeps were awful, our motorbikes remarkably average, so let’s give the piano biz a go.”

Didn’t Suzuki reinvent math? I’m no genius but I’d have kept my money in math. It is made of numbers after all.

If we’re honest with each other, it would’ve been irresponsible to assume anything more optimistic for 2019 and we both know it. Halloween was on a Thursday. That meant costume parties the weekend before and after. Surely we’d get lured into spooky revelry on the actual holiday as well. Halloween spending would officially succeed the cost of a one-bedroom condo in Vancouver. You can’t blame the Chinese for everything.

So it was on the last Monday of 2018, riddled with anxiety about the imminent deluge of unyielding adversity that was undoubtedly speeding toward me, I was half in the bag by 8. In the morning. I remember little about the day, and even less from my toast, sans the grotesque level of insincerity. As friends jetted to Tahoe, Tulum, and Florianópolis, I stayed put in LA county. Paris sure as shit wasn’t gonna fix this mess.

WTF 2019?

I’m not saying that my ship came in, but I rented a canoe last June and it didn’t even capsize. Somehow, I stepped in some figurative shit while avoiding the more unpleasant, literal kind. 2019 had to have been aware of my contempt for it. And I got rewarded?

Every time I get a taste of the good stuff I immediately want more. I think that’s called being a junkie. But if I’ve learned anything it’s that life loves a good kick in the nuts just when I’m not looking. Certainly hope and optimism are the butter and flour in every disaster cake. 2020 might not sound like old donkey balls, but it's obviously a harbinger.

Proceed with caution with our new 2020 vision lest we forget that some pretty serious shit will go down this year that has the potential to leave a mark. We’re collectively approaching a fork between the high and the low road. Civil discourse drive, or Civil War boulevard. Mind the speed bumps because they’re on both. (Thanks Obama.)

Covetous gluttony shows no sign of easing and American Jesus seems to be okay with that. It’s that damn winner’s paradox- sharing the winnings inevitably leaves less winnings for the winner. All of the best Republicans know this. Then again Jeff Bezos hates Trump and he still doesn’t have to pay taxes. I don’t get it but who the heck am I to question the geographically divine. (Jesus not Bezos.)

Whatsay we at least stop taking the piss out of each other from behind the shadow of our computers. Keyboard warriors rest ye fingers. We humans actually need each other. I think we have a lot more in common than our Facebook discourse would suggest. It’s like we have a biological need to have someone to hate. What if we quenched our bloodlust by hating on things and stuff rather than other people? We could have a lot of fun with this. Like how I hate Shivaune’s big dumb bike. I love Shivaune. I hate her big dumb bike. That satisfies something in me I can’t quite explain. I can think of a million things to hate...

Seven-day bank holds. These must die a terrible death. Elon Musk’s rockets can come back from space and land in the same place they were launched but it still takes 7 days for a check to clear? I call shenanigans. You know what else I hate? February. Whose bright idea was that? “Hey guys I’ve got a great idea. February!” No, February was a terrible idea. How about the asinine phrase now uttered by every performer since 2004 - “Make some noise!” Cue the blood boiling. Even if I came with the intention of making some noise, I will not be told when to do so. I’ll do it when I’m damn good and ready. Not a minute sooner. And if you keep saying it, I might not make any noise at all. Oy there’s so much stupid shit currently in the lexicon. "Spirit Animal,” “To Die For,” or the biggest offender of all - “On Fleek.” That one is so smackable I might paint it on a heavy bag as a motivator to actually work out this year. Resort fees. The most terrible idea ever conceived. I could write a book, and maybe I will because this just felt good. Was it good for you? I think this could really work. Kumbaymuthafuckinya 2020. Every time I feel like hating on someone I’m gonna hate on some thing instead. And I’ll share it with all of you. It’s worth a shot at least.

Gather ‘round all you socialists. You racist uncles. Calling all libtards and proud boys, Hasidics and goys. The whites and the browns make the world go around. Good guys with guns, illegals and sons. I’ll see your Bernie bros and raise you one basket of deplorables.

I’m going all in for 2020. Let’s hug it out.

Don’t stand next to Biden though he can be a little handsy.

[quiddy-writes]

Fuck Me - Sam

@saxxxology is such a fucking enabler. Happy birthday, bitch. Enjoy your series. Also, reader is an aurologist and Sam is a Legilimens at the specific request of the birthday girl and is a reference to her fantastical HP!AU story, which I’ll link to once it’s posted again.

Fun fact: both boys are their season 3 ages.

(And points to Saxxy for helping me pick a title)

Fandom: Supernatural & Harry Potter Pairing: Professor!Sam x Student!Reader Words: 2,189 Summary: A seventh year Hufflepuff finally decides to confess to her crush. He just happens to be her Divination teacher. Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), a cum flood, a teacher and student fucking (please don’t actually fuck your teachers/students, guys. Let me have my problematic kink, but don’t actually do it) Other Parts: Dean - Dickchat

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Y/N was not all that nervous.

Her friend, Katie, on the other hand, was losing her mind.

Y/N’s hand found Katie’s. “Breathe, stupid.”

The other girl rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like you’re not freaking out,” she huffed.

“Of course I am,” Y/N admitted. “I, however, am breathing.”

Katie ripped her hand from her friend’s before shoving her playfully. “Dick.”

They walked down the grand hallways of Hogwarts, a place that had been their home away from home for seven years now. And this walk down the grand halls would be one of their last.

Exams had ended the day prior, and this was one of their last days as students.

Soon, the girls would be off to St. Mungo’s to train as healers. Both had decided years prior to do so, especially after Y/N was outed as an aurologist. Plus, they worked well together, so their path was set.

They had one other pact still to honor, though.

The start of this year had brought a few staffing changes to the school. Amongst those new changes were two new teachers for both Divination and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The two men were brothers and both must’ve been part Veela or something for how unfairly gorgeous they were.

Dean Winchester, the elder of the two and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, was tall and gorgeous. His short, sandy brown hair was always sticking up from him running his thick fingers through it. His green eyes were framed by crinkles when his plush lips pulled back to reveal perfect teeth in a wide smile. He worked his unflattering robes like he was a runway model, and Katie had spent more classes than she cared to admit imagining what he looked like without the robes. What Katie loved most about him, however, were his silly jokes that often made her snort in laughter in class and bring out that beautiful smile she dreamed about. They could often be found giggling together after class, talking about anything and everything.

Sam, the other brother and Divination professor, was tall enough to look Hagrid in the eye. With long brown hair that looked like it had walked out of a shampoo advertisement. His hazel eyes were kind and, unlike his brother, he always had a kind word and a simple answer to any questions. He could often be found with Hagrid when he wasn't in his tower, helping with the care of magical creatures. In fact, the first time the girls had seen him, he was caring for the thestrals to lead them to the castle. Y/N would make her way to the grounds outside often to check in her plants in the tents, then wander over to the hut that housed Hagrid in search of the younger Professor Winchester. It was there where he’d shared his secret: he was a legilimens and had been training for years to control it, yet he still sometimes found himself reading other’s minds, even when he didn’t mean to. She’d shared the secret of her own aurology, and a bong was quickly formed that needed no words.

The girls had quickly learned of the other’s crushes and, by the winter holidays, they made a pact: at the end of the year, they'd confess to their professors when they were no longer students. Neither expected anything to come from it, though they were equally convinced that the other would live happily ever after with the professor of their choosing, and so they swore.

Finally, six months later, the time had come.

So they walked to the Divination tower, one much more visibly shaken than the other.

They stood at the bottom and hugged before Y/N went off. Katie wished her good luck just before her friend went out of sight, and Y/N shouted the same platitude back down the stairs.

Y/N listened to Katie’s footsteps fade away completely before continuing up the stairs to the top. When she was a first year, the stairs all over Hogwarts left her often breathless, but, after seven years, she could climb these tower steps and only be breathing a little harder than she had at the bottom.

Today, standing in front of the door to the classroom, it was like she was a new student all over again.

She knocked on the door loudly as she opened it slowly. “Hello? Professor?”

The Divination classroom was covered in related paraphernalia, looking a bit like a particularly clean hoarder had decorated.

Sam appeared from his back office, looking like he was uncomfortable. “Oh, hey Y/N,” he said as he walked the short distance from the doorway to sit at his desk.

“Hello, Professor,” she sighed, his mere presence calming her as it always did.

He smiled awkwardly. “How can I help you?”

She rolled her eyes, walking towards him. “Please, like I even have to say.”

He nodded, avoiding her eyes. “I tried not to, I swear. I just wasn’t expecting anyone and—”

“And you know I’m not angry.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I do.”

She sat down on her desk. “So, tell me, Professor, you know why I’m here, and you know I can read you, so how is this gonna work out?”

His eyes darkened, and she suddenly knew why he had been so uncomfortable and had almost immediately sat down. She placed her hands on the small bits of free space on his desk, licked her lips, and leaned forward. “Well?”

“You’re sure,” he breathed. It wasn’t a question. He knew the answer.

“Yes.”

She shouldn’t have been so surprised that he was feral.

The normally kind, calm professor had snapped.

Sam had stood in an instant, pulling her into a rough kiss, like he was trying to devour her. His long, thick fingers tangled in her hair, holding her closer. His free hand, however, was on her hip, lightly pushing her uniform top up to find the band of skin at her waist. She pushed him away for but a moment to climb onto her knees on the desk, which Sam was more than happy to help her with. Before she had both legs up on the desk, he had shoved every knick knack and tchotchke from the smooth surface. Then their lips clashed again.

Before it really registered, clothes were ripped from their forms, buttons and fabric flying across the small office. Then he looked at her, eyebrow raised, asking her something.

Her only thought was, “Please.”

The motherfucker smirked before he yanked her off the desk barely giving her enough time to steady her feet. Then he kissed her once more, a short but passionate kiss, then he grabbed her by the back of her neck, pushing her almost-roughly to lay face-first on the desk.

She keened, arching her back, desperate for more contact.

Sam laid over her, pressing his sizeable erection into her ass. “You like me being rough, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, more to himself than to her. “But you know what you do to me, don’t you? Can feel it.”

It was entirely true. Being able to feeling the arousal rolling off of him in waves, not just his cock resting heavy on her, was amazing. Plus, knowing that he could read the filthy thoughts that had taken over her mind only spurred on his own arousal more, which fed into hers, which started the whole cycle over again.

Sam groaned, his large hands running along the smooth expanse of her back down to the globes of her ass. He smacked her once, which made her yelp in surprise more than pain, before spreading her cheeks to get a look at his prize.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he fell to his knees behind her. Her head fell to the desk as Sam spread her legs enough for his plans. She saw him smirk right before he licked a line down her folds.

His tongue was nothing if not diligent in its work. He had her squirming on the desk, panting and begging for more. Long, thick fingers slowly inched their way inside her, scissoring and stretching her open for him.

She whined, unable to form real words, and she was never more thankful that they were unnecessary.

He pulled away, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Sam, please, need your cock.”

He groaned at that and stood up quickly. She felt the fat head of his cock rubbing at her folds, covering himself in her slick. He notched himself at her entrance and pushed in just a bit before pulling back.

She whined, her hand reaching back to grasp at his hip.

“Sorry,” Sam mumbled, his brow furrowing. “You’re just…”

At least she knew that he felt as frustrated as she did. She hauled herself up onto her elbows, turning back to look at her lover.

Sam locked eyes with her, actually looking a bit sheepish. “You’re a little…short.”

She laughed at that. “We’re not all part giant.”

He chuckled at that himself before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Can I—?”

“Do what you gotta do.”

With that, he grabbed her hips and hauled her pelvis up to meet his before slamming in. He was way bigger than she’d imagined, and she felt a little like she might split in half. That being said, she’d never felt as full as she had in that moment, and she knew that she was ruined for any other man.

He gave her enough time to adjust, something that both of them struggled with. However, the second a plea for more crossed her mind, he was pounding into her. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises and held her up. She was standing on her tip toes, practically en pointe, in order for them to line up properly, and she sort of wished she’d worn heels.

Sam groaned at that thought, and one of his hands slapped down on the desk beside her to hold himself up. “Next time.”

Y/N nodded, already excited at the thought of the next time.

With her barely able to stand, she simply had to lay there as Sam slammed into her. He spoke constantly, telling her over and over how she had a perfect pussy, that it was his now, and that she took his cock better than anyone he’d ever known.

Finally, his thrusts started losing their quick, hard rhythm, and he ordered her to touch herself. “I wanna feel you come around my cock, Y/N,” he said.

She held herself up on one elbow whilst her other hand went down to find her clit. She began rubbing it in tight circles, her elbow barely holding her up still.

He bent down over her, nipping at the skin of her shoulder. “C’mon,” he growled. “Come for me.”

It was all too much, and she finally came. Sam had to quickly grab her hips so he didn’t slip out and pounded even faster into her, chasing his own end. When it finally came, he practically howled, almost like he was in pain, and spilled into her. His load flowed out of her, even with them still connected, and made a sizeable puddle at their feet.

She was a little grossed out when her feet finally fully met the floor and she felt the squished, but she was still in the afterglow of her orgasm, so she didn’t complain.

Sam carefully pulled himself out and, on slightly wobbly legs, walked over and grabbed his wand, cleaning up everything with a simple flick of his wrist.

With a blissed out smile on her face, she looked to the Divination professor with an eyebrow raised.

He flushed, the rough exterior melting now that his need for her was slightly sated. “Sorry, it’s uh…it’s a medical condition.”

“Just warn a girl, next time.”

“I was a little distracted,” he smiled, walking back over to press a kiss to her lips. He held out his hand, which she gratefully took, and pulled her to her feet. Then he sat down in his until-now forgotten desk chair and pulled her onto his lap.

She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “As much as I’d love to be on top, I need a minute.”

Sam grinned, leaning up to kiss at her collar bone. “I’m sure I can find something to occupy myself while I wait.”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers tangling in his long brown locks.

He pulled away much too quickly, which made her pout. “Who told you to stop?”

Sam’s hazel eyes seemed to be boring into her, and he brushed some hair from her still sweaty forehead. “Would you mind if I take you out before you go back to London?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“I don’t want you to think--”

“Sam Winchester, you know exactly what I think about this.”

He smiled warmly, his dimples coming out in full, heart-fluttering force. “Okay.”

She tapped him on the nose. “Now, I believe you were busy,” she teased. “Get back to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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[braindeadbilly]

Entry2

I prefer not to hang out with anyone. Why? Because people are too hard to figure out.

It sounds manipulative in a way.

“Why only hang out with people you can read? Because you want to predict their moves and alter them for your own personal gain?”

Not even. I’ve no use for people, and if I do have a use for somebody I would certainly pay them for whatever service I need them for. The intentions of the next man are just too mysterious for me. I dislike uncertainty.

Here is an example. Remember her? Of course you do. She was the basis of Entry1.

I met her at a place I go to often. She’s beautiful. Honestly, too beautiful to be with me, but she showed an interest in me that made life seem surreal. Here I was, this below average guy holding the attention of someone I dubbed an angel. Albeit, she has a child, but I’m no stranger to step parents, so I certainly wouldn’t have minded being one.

My first mistake...

“Why are you thinking so far ahead?”

Because I was certain that everything would work out in my favor. We laughed together, shared our lunch time, and her hugs felt genuine. It wouldn’t be long until I wanted more of her...

Eventually she would propose the idea of going out on the town and partaking in livelier activities. Something I wasn’t used to as I love to stay at home and surf social media after a few bong rips, but I was willing to end my career as a professional couch potato if it meant I could be around her.

What happened after that...?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We didn’t ever get around to doing what she suggested, but I didn’t let it die as I reminded her every so often. She’d reply with an excuse of some kind, and my hope would dwindle as time went on.

The jokes came to a slow, we stopped eating together, and our hugs became less frequent. I soon found myself in competition with the guys around me. She would laugh with them, eat with them, and hug them too. It was painful to watch, and that pain was turning me into a monster. During the transformation I could only wonder:

What did I do wrong? How can I fix it?

She insisted everything was fine, but the answer did not satisfy me. Was I too clingy? Was I too... myself...?

My giddiness is gone now. I can’t smile as much as I used to. She has the hoodie I let her wear which she replaced with a garment from some other guy...

Did she just want to toy with me? To see what she could do ? It seemed like it. But why me? Why not literally anyone else around us?

Everyday I wish she’d told me to go fuck myself when I first spoke to her. It would’ve made more sense in the long run. I would’ve gotten over it faster, but it’s okay now...

My transformation is nearly complete. I’ve accepted the changes she initiated as evolution. I want to be somebody I feel she deserves, all so I can continue to be happy alone, because I do not like uncertainty, and people... people sure know how to play the enigma card well...

[atlaswriting]

There are two feelings that follow the breaking of a heart.

Then, anger—red clouds my vision and as Abram extends a hand toward me, trying to unclench my fingers from around my leg, I bat him away. “Don’t you touch me,” I seethe, through a jaw clenched so tightly it’s a wonder my palms weren’t filled with teeth.

My skin aches with every touch he has tortured me with the last week—every inch that came in contact with his lips begin to burn and I jump away from him, from the bed that was now an altar I no longer wanted to pray to.

“I’m never going to be good enough for you,” incredulous, the words fall from my mouth—tears I will myself not to cry stay trapped behind anger. Hope has a nasty way of feeling like a knife—and vulnerability has always been sharp. “There’s always going to be some excuse as to why you can’t love me—why you won’t.”

Abram tries to speak again but I start pulling off his shirt, wishing I could strip away all the parts of me he touched with it. I change back into my dress, “You can’t love me? Fine. Don’t. But I won’t be waiting around for the day you finally decide you made a mistake,” I look back at him, tears streaking his cheeks like war paint in a battle he’s grown wary of. “I’m ripping you out of my heart, Abram Kempe. I’m burning you away.”

Sadness takes root, deep and thick between the spaces of my ribs—pushing away the anger, “I don’t want to say goodbye.”

Abram is standing now, fingers knotting through his hair. We share a look, a long breath of mutual heartbreak, “Me either, but—,”

Holding up my hand, I’m afraid that as the seconds tick by the more pathetic I’ll become. Instead, I reach toward the door, ignoring the soft whisper of my name—ignoring his quiet plead of closure.

If my heart was going to leave this battle ground covered in bruises and scars, so wasn’t his.

♡ ♡ ♡

I wake up the next morning knotted to my sheets—I can feel a body wrapped around mine and for a brief moment, a tiny second I think last night was a nightmare. But the more awake I feel, the more I realize that the body is much too feminine, too soft to belong to Abram.

Turning, I squint through the brightly colored room and am met with Sophie.

Sighing softly, I slip from the bed trying to get to the coffee maker in enough time to replace the need to cry with caffeine. With my flight leaving in less than two hours, I’m hopeful that I won’t have to see Simon or Anais before I go—that I won’t have to explain why I called from an Uber, hyperventilating at three o’clock in the morning, but as I round the corner to the kitchen hope once again becomes a loaded gun pressed to my temple.

“We were just going to wake you guys,” Anais gives me a look, face softening as she moves toward me with extended arms. I slip through them, grabbing the cup of coffee Simon holds out toward me. “How are you feeling?”

I knew the question was coming, but still I could feel the ricochet of shrapnel bounce off the inside of my chest. Taking a breath, I fill my mouth with coffee and nod, looking away from my aunt so she knows to leave well enough alone.

“You don’t have to leave,” Simon says once we’re alone, “Don’t you want to stay out here? LA is a big city—you’d never have to see Abram.” Both he and I flinch at the mention of his name and Simon begins to stammer, tongue moving much quicker than his mind can work this early.

“I’ll see him everywhere.”

♡ ♡ ♡

“We don’t have to go home,” Sophie looks over at Jason who hasn’t met my eyes since Gigi dropped him off at the airport. “We can go somewhere else. London, maybe? Or Paris, Elise, that’s your second home.”

“If we miss anymore school we’ll all be staying back. Isn’t that right, Jason?” I look over at him—how similar he and Abram look hitting me for the first time. He mumbles a response and watches Sophie as she runs toward the restroom. “Things don’t have to be weird between us, Jay,” I say, “Just because Ab—he and I are—we can still be…”

“I know, Elise.” I don’t know if it’s how pathetic I look or because he feels bad but Jason takes Sophie’s seat and wraps one arm around my shoulders, bringing me awkwardly into his chest. “You’re gonna be okay, you know that? You and Abram, you’re going to both be happy some day.”

Immediately tears start streaming down my face—unashamed heartbreak cracks apart what was left of my heart, after the vultures have pecked it clean. This only makes Jason hug me tighter, turning so he can squeeze me with both arms.

“I leave to get snacks and suddenly you’re having a full mental breakdown in an airport? Talk about lifetime movie moment.” Sophie holds out a bottle of water to me and Jason moves back to his seat, “It’s not tequila but it’ll do until we can drink away your heartbreak back at home.”

Home, I want to tell her, doesn’t exist anymore. Home was skin and bones, it was a heartbeat and a promise—home was staying in a city I couldn’t get out of fast enough.

♡ ♡ ♡

I let the melancholy in my chest fester into disease. I let the beasts eat away at the sharp of me and when they’ve had their fill I cut away pieces of me until the girl I was is no longer the woman I am.

Ellie calls daily, refusing to take my cold shoulder for the finale it should have been, I’m surprised when I see Sophie leading her to my dorm shortly before Christmas break.

“What are you doing here?” Vermont in the winter is its own animal, but the moment I see her smile I feel warm.

“You weren’t answering my calls so I had to be dramatic.” She notices me checking behind her, “He isn’t with me.”

I can’t tell if the clenching inside my chest is relief or grief.

“I found these texts in Brody’s phone—I couldn’t spend Christmas with him.”

“What did you find?”

Ellie falls in between the layer of blankets on my bed as she starts swiping through her phone. When she finds the pictures she means to, she holds out her phone toward me, “Those are from Natasha. They were going on a date.”

“Maybe it wasn’t a date,” I take her phone and lay beside her—through the texts are incriminating, I still hoped it wasn’t true. “Maybe they were just hanging out.”

Her eyes fill with tears and she shakes her head, “They kissed, Elise. And not the kiss I knew about—there was a kiss right after we came back from Thanksgiving.”

“Ellie… I don’t think—,”

“He makes me sick. God, he makes me so angry. I couldn’t spend one more minute looking at his lying, cheating face.” Her fingers start furiously tapping at the screen before she tilts it toward me again, “Here’s a picture she posted on her Instagram—he never told me about going to meet her.”

“Because he thought it would make you jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, Elise. I’m mad. I’m sad I’m so fucking heartbroken.”

“Have you asked Abram?” His name feels weighty in my mouth—haunted, haunting in the cruelest way. “He knows Brody.”

She shakes her head, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand, “No, because then Brody will know I looked through his texts. I just know its true, Elise. I have a gut feeling.”

“Then you should listen to it,” I finally say, after letting the silence sit heavy between our breathing, “Listen to your gut, El. I wish I had.”

It’s been a month and a half since I blocked his social media—trying to exorcise Abram from my bones, but there wasn’t enough sage in the world that would cleanse me.

It’s habit to type his name in every search bar—the need to see what he was doing, if he was happy clawed at the inside of my chest—I’ve grown familiar with the coppery taste of blood.

♡ ♡ ♡

March 2018.

“Have you finished your applications yet?” Ellie is surrounded by piles of paper on her end of the computer and Sophie and I are drowning in ours.

“She hasn’t sent anything in yet,” Sophie answers for me.

“I’m working on it!”

Sophie and Ellie share a look through the webcam and I suddenly want to jab my pen in my eye.

“Is that a laugh? Sophie, did Elise just laugh?”

“It shocked me to the first time I saw it, I thought her mouth forgot what to do.”

I roll my eyes slamming my pen down, “You know if you guys wanna continue being assholes, you can do it on your time. No I haven’t sent it in yet—I’m waiting on my last recommendation letter from Mrs. Pierce. Besides, I don’t know if I even want to go to UCLA. I think it might be a little too soon.” I pause, “How did you final paper go in your journalism class? What did you write about anyway?

There’s a long quiet—long enough to alarm Sophie and I because we both stop what we’re doing to stare at the image of Ellie on my computer.

“I’ll send it to you.”

There’s a soft chime and I quickly go to check my e-mail, pulling up her final article.

“Ellie, you didn’t…”

“I didn’t.” She says. The picture of Brody with a bong between his thighs was too large not to notice followed by the thickly fonted headline. Hockey Prospect aims high. “I swear, I didn’t send it in.”

“Why would you write something like this?” my eyes glance over the words black and white and painfully raw, “Ellie this could destroy his career.”

She throws her hands up and I click back onto Skype, “I just told you, I didn’t do it. I wrote it, I’m not saying I didn’t write it—but I wrote it months ago, after Brody and I split up because of Natasha. I didn’t send it in, though. She must have found it in my bag when we got back together.” There’s a long silence, “Tell me you believe me, Elise.”

Sophie and I glance at each other before I nod, “I believe you, El. But it doesn’t look good.”

“He hasn’t talked to me in weeks—and I’m sorry for mentioning this, but Abram won’t return my calls either.”

♡ ♡ ♡

“I’m not at all surprised you’re not slumming it with us FAFSA kids,” Ellie says, helping me carry the last of my boxes into my new apartment, “Did your mom freak when you told her no to Oxford?”

“Why do you think my dad’s paying for my apartment?”

Ellie drops my box, “I can’t believe you declined their acceptance to go here. Like, are you insane?”

“I like LA better than London, it’s sunnier.”

“Yeah, but its Oxford, Elise, Jesus Christ.” She hops up on the counter and finishes a bottle of water before talking again, “I have a plus one for your house warming this weekend. I hope you don’t mind?”

I shake my head as I rip open the boxes, “I don’t mind at all. Are you finally dating again? My dad’s bringing some of his teammates, but I don’t think that includes the B-word.”

Ellie shrugs, “No, he’s just a friend.”

♡ ♡ ♡

It wasn’t my idea to have people over the day after I settled in to my new apartment—but Simon, with gentle nudging from Anais suggested it would be a good idea.

It’s your last chance before school starts. He said.

It will be fun. He said.

My apartment is small but with the amount of bodies floated between each room makes it look even tinier.

“Where is Ellie?” I look around the room—half expecting to see Sophie and then remembering she chose at the last minute to go to Boston College so she could be close by when Jason needed her. He’s a hockey player now Elise, she told me, I’ll have to claw other girl’s eyes out

Despite Ellie being a no-show by ten o’clock I’m grateful when familiar faces walk through the door—grateful that they weren’t friends of Simon or Anais. I clutch the wine glass in my hands—because they were more red than tequila drinkers, as anxiety crawls up my throat.

“You’re here!” I hear my dad’s voice over the music though everything falls silent the moment I lay my eyes on him—chiseled chin, muscles hardly contained by his gray t-shirt, arm covered in more tattoos than I saw him last.

“Ellie you said you were bringing a date.” I snatch her arm and pull her away.

“No, you said I was bringing a date—I said I was bringing a plus one,” she beams happily up at me, “besides, I wasn’t the one who actually invited him. Simon—,”

“Dad.” I say, but he ducks between players and pulls Anais to the side. I try and move around the bodies but the closed space makes it impossible.

Ellie looks over at me, “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your fancy new friends?”

I roll my eyes, “This,” I point toward Ellie, “is Ellie. She’s the most awful person you’ll ever meet in your life,” slowly I move my hand toward Abram, “this is her friend Abram.” My jaw clenches, “Jolie, Knox and Justin,” I point toward the three people to my right, “I met them at a writing seminar this summer in Paris.” I feel Justin’s hand at the small of my back and I take a mouthful of wine.

“Anybody need a drink? I need something a little stronger.”

The world around me falls away and only when a devastatingly familiar voice breaks through do I look up, “I’m sorry Ellie and Simon tricked you into coming,” I look up at Abram, not letting my eyes linger for too long—it’s been nearly a year and a half since I’ve seen a picture of him, six months since I last cried over him and two days since I wrote out unsent text messages. “You can leave at anytime. You’re not being kidnapped.” My fingers linger over the open bottles of wine, opting for something stronger, something clearer. I pour a few knuckles worth into my semi-filled wine glass and chug until the burning inside my body matches the burning outside.

[quiddy-writes]

Fuck Me - Dean

@saxxxology is such a fucking enabler. Happy birthday, bitch. Enjoy your series. This chapter’s for me and my fellow Dean whores.

Fun fact: both boys are their season 3 ages.

Another fun fact: I fucking hate titles so much.  All the credit to Saxxy for helping me pick a title.

Fandom: Supernatural & Harry Potter Pairing: DADA Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader Words: 3,671 Summary: A seventh year Hufflepuff finally decides to confess to her crush. He just happens to be her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), a teacher and student fucking (please don’t actually fuck your teachers/students, guys. Let me have my problematic kink, but don’t actually do it) Other Parts: Sam - Dickchat

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Y/N was beyond nervous.

Ellie squeezed her friend’s hand tightly, looking up at her with a reassuring smile. “Breathe, stupid.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like you’re not freaking out.”

“Of course I am. I, however, am breathing.”

Y/N ripped her hand from her friend’s and shoved her playfully. “Dick.”

They walked down the grand hallways of Hogwarts, a place that had been their home away from home for seven years now. And this walk down the grand halls would be one of their last.

Exams had ended the day prior, and this was one of their last days as students.

Soon, the girls would be off to St. Mungo’s to train as healers. Both had decided years prior to do so, especially after Ellie was outed as an aurologist. Plus, they worked well together, so their path was set.

They had one other pact still to honor, though.

The start of this year had brought a few staffing changes to the school. Amongst those new changes were two new teachers for both Divination and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The two men were brothers and both must’ve been part Veela or something for how unfairly gorgeous they were.

Dean Winchester, the elder of the two and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, was tall and gorgeous. His short, sandy brown hair was always sticking up from him running his thick fingers through it. His green eyes were framed by crinkles when his plush lips pulled back to reveal perfect teeth in a wide smile. He worked his unflattering robes like he was a runway model, and Y/N had spent more classes than she cared to admit imagining what he looked like without the robes. What Y/N loved most about him, however, were his silly jokes that often made her snort in laughter in class and bring out that beautiful smile she dreamed about. They could often be found giggling together after class, talking about anything and everything.

Sam, the other brother and Divination professor, was tall enough to look Hagrid in the eye. With long brown hair that looked like it had walked out of a shampoo advertisement. His hazel eyes were kind and, unlike his brother, he always had a kind word and a simple answer to any questions. He could often be found with Hagrid when he wasn't in his tower, helping with the care of magical creatures. In fact, the first time the girls had seen him, he was caring for the thestrals to lead them to the castle. Ellie would make her way to the grounds outside often to check in her plants in the tents, then wander over to the hut that housed Hagrid in search of the younger Professor Winchester. It was there where he’d shared his secret: he was a legilimens and had been training for years to control it, yet he still sometimes found himself reading other’s minds, even when he didn’t mean to. She’d shared the secret of her own aurology, and a bong was quickly formed that needed no words.

The girls had quickly learned of the other’s crushes and, by the winter holidays, they made a pact: at the end of the year, they'd confess to their professors when they were no longer students. Neither expected anything to come from it, though they were equally convinced that the other would live happily ever after with the professor of their choosing, and so they swore.

Finally, six months later, the time had come.

So they walked to the Divination tower, one much more visibly shaken than the other.

They stood at the bottom and hugged before Ellie went off. Y/N wished her good luck just before her friend went out of sight, and Ellie shouted the same platitude back down the stairs.

Thus, Y/N was left alone to walk, on jelly legs, towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts. She wrung her fingers, feeling increasingly nauseous with every step. It felt like eternity before she finally came to the dark wooden door. She took one last deep breath, trying to stop her shaking as she knocked.

She heard his deep voice answer her with an invitation to come in. She closed her eyes, sent up a prayer to whatever deity she could think of, and pushed open the heavy door.

Dean was sat on top of his desk, thumbing through an old book she didn’t recognize. His eyes darted up and, once he recognized her, he smiled. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Good morning, Professor,” she was so proud her voice only wavered a little.

He waved her off, closing his notebook and placing it on his desk behind him. “Please, Y/N, I’m no longer your professor. Just Dean is fine.”

“Oh,” she flushed, not expecting that.

“So, what can I do for you?”

“Ah,” she started, suddenly unable to swallow. “I simply wished to…to say goodbye.”

Dean’s smile faltered. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re off to St. Mungo’s, aren’t you?”

She cocked her head to the side. “How did you know that?”

“You told me,” his brow furrowed. “Remember?”

She vaguely remembered it, but, honestly, she could barely remember anything from before her final exams at this point. “That must’ve been months ago.”

He laughed. “You remember who wants to be a healer when everyone else wants to play professional Quidditch.”

That simple statement made her feel better and worse at the same time. “Aw, and here I thought I was special,” she joked.

Dean shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”

She waved him off. “I’m only joking.”

“Well,” he laughed. “This is an awkward goodbye.”

She swallowed thickly. “I…” she breathed deep. “I think I’m about to make it more awkward.”

His brow raised. “Sorry?”

She closed her eyes and took one final, deep breath.

“Y/N?”

She opened her eyes and answered with an awkward smile. “I’m in love with you.”

“O-Oh…” Dean stuttered, his eyes wide enough to nearly roll out of his skull. “I, uh…you…what?”

“Look, I don’t expect anything,” she said. “I’m not an idiot. I just…I’d rather get it out there than hold it in and that’s crazy selfish of me, I know, but…”

Dean hadn’t moved, hadn’t breathed since her confession, something she finally noticed. She waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello?”

When he still didn’t respond, she ran a hand through her hair. “Please,” she huffed. “Can you say something so we can be done with this?”

“Wh-What the hell am I supposed to say?!”

“I don’t know,” she said. “How about ‘I’m flattered, but obviously I don’t return your feelings?’”

Dean’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I, uh…” he tried before falling silent again.

Finally, she’d had enough. Her face was on fire, her knees were shaking, and her heart was aching enough to take her to Madame Pomfrey’s at this rate. “Look, you know what? It’s fine. Have a good day, Professor.”

She turned on her heel, more than ready to go back to her friend’s room in the Hufflepuff dorm and maybe indulge in some of Ellie’s more medicinal plants, when she was suddenly stopped.

Her fingers twitched for her wand on instinct, but she managed to look before she acted. Dean was off of his desk, his large hand gripping her hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

“You’re hurting me,” she grumbled, trying to wrench her arm away from him.

He immediately dropped her like she was on fire. “Sorry,” he flushed.

“Next time you want me to stay, use your words,” she joked, trying to ease some of the tension.

“Come on,” Dean twined his fingers with Y/N’s, pulling her towards the back of the room.

She frowned. “Wha—Where are we going?”

“Someone could come in,” he muttered, the tips of his ears turning pink.

She followed in silence, up the steps to the small office that she’d never actually been in before.

It was mostly clean now, with one or two half open trunks mostly filled. A few pictures still hung on the wall, mostly ones of the two brothers as they looked now or slightly younger. One, however, caught her eye: a small boy, a baby in the arms of a beautiful blonde, and an older raven-haired man, all standing together, laughing.

She smiled when she recognized the bright green eyes of her professor in the little boy.

Y/N’s head whipped around at the sound of the door shutting quietly, Dean leaning back against it like he couldn’t stand on his own.

She leaned back against his desk, her nerves growing with every passing moment.

After a short eternity of silence, she finally had to ask. “Why didn’t you just let me leave?”

He frowned, his brow furrowing. “I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

A large hand ran down over his face, a heavy sigh of frustration leaving him as he did so. “I couldn’t, not like that.”

Hope swelled in her chest and her breathing started coming out short, like there wasn’t enough air in the room. “Why not?”

He finally looked at her. “Because…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about you that way.”

The biggest smile she’d ever had cracked her face. “Yeah?”

“But, I mean…I’m twelve years older than you.”

“So?”

He rolled his eyes. “You really don’t think it’ll be an issue?”

She pushed herself off of his desk, which made Dean tense slightly. “Do you love me?”

It took a long time for him to answer, and, when he did, it was with a simple nod; a simple nod that looked like it almost pained him, like he was unsure it was the right move.

With that, she began walking slowly toward him, afraid of spooking him. “Then, I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly care about what assholes might say.”

He smirked, even though a hint of doubt still obviously plagued him. “You sure?”

She answered by slowly running her hands from his elbows upwards, before encircling them around his neck. He watched her the entire time. Moving at the same pace, she pushed herself up on her tiptoes and kissed him.

His lips were even softer than she’d imagined, late at night when she was alone in her dorm. His calloused hands came up to hold her face in place, like he was afraid she’d pull away.

She had no intention of doing any such thing.

Her arms grabbed the labels of his robe, pulling herself up on her tiptoes to press her body against his.

His hands trailed down to the clasp of her Hufflepuff robes and quickly undid it. He then helped her shrug it off and onto the floor. Her fingers found his loosened tie and practically ripped it off of him. It snapped from the velocity, and Dean pulled away in shock.

She offered a sheepish smile, to which Dean simply shrugged and began kissing her once again. He pulled her tie apart, then it joined his on the floor. Dean then rolled his shoulders, letting his robes pool around his feet, before returning his hands to her waist. Giving her plenty of time to pull away, his hands pulled her dress shirt from her skirt. Then, they trailed up underneath it, his rough fingers scratching a bit at her skin.

Her own shaky fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. After a minute or so of fumbling, his bare chest was revealed to her, and she began exploring.

Her shirt was unbuttoned without her notice and it fell to the floor, leaving her only in her bra and skirt.

Shoes were kicked off as Dean’s lips trailed down her jaw, neck, and to her collar bone. His light stubble scratched at her soft skin, bordering on ticklish. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, whining quietly when he didn’t immediately move his hands from her back.

He chuckled and pulled the shirt off before immediately resuming his old position, mouthing along the cups of her bra.

She laughed breathlessly, her fingers tangling in his short hair.

“What?” he mumbled, leaning up to suckle on her collarbone.

“Can’t believe this is happening, that’s all.”

He pulled away, looking worried. “I don’t…I’ve never been with a student before. You’re special, alright?”

She pushed herself up on her tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I know.”

“And this isn’t a one time thing. I’m taking you out after graduation.”

“Can’t wait.”

“I’m serious.”

She gave him a soft smile, and answered by pulling his lips back to hers. “I know,” she mumbled.

The last articles of their clothing hit the floor until they were only in their undergarments.

Dean pulled away again, which made Y/N pout and try to reel him back in. He chuckled, disentangling himself from her. “Gimme me a sec.”

She stood and watched as Dean took his own robe and laid it out gently on the ground. He then turned to her and held his hand out. “Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect,” she took his hand and squeezed it.

With a giant grin gracing his features, Dean climbed down onto the robe and pulled her along with him. She settled herself in his lap, straddling him. She leaned down, not letting an inch of space between them, and kissed him. One of his hands rested on her hip, whilst the other hand rested between her shoulderblades, holding her close.

She pulled away when she couldn’t breathe, bringing Dean into a sitting position with her.

Dean took that as his cue. His hand on her back ran down to her bra clasp and undid it in one try. She threw it behind them and Dean palmed her breasts. He massaged them with his fingers and tongue, finding every place that made her moan and marking her as his. His teeth worried her nipples, turning them red and swollen. Dark, purple marks were beginning to mar her skin.

Her own fingers carded in his hair, tugging lightly on the sandy brown locks. She fell forward, only being held up by Dean. Her hips began grinding down onto his growing erection, looking for some sort of relief.

He bucked up into her, his hands grabbing her hips to guide her a little better.

She yanked back Dean’s head a little too roughly and looked into his glazed green eyes. Her lips crashed against his, soft moans muffled by the connection as they continued to grind against each other.

“Stop,” she finally pulled away, trying to catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” Dean spoke between pants, still managing to sound concerned.

She nodded. “More than.” With that, she stood up and began pulling down her panties.

Dean watched, unable to look away as she, rather ungracefully, disentangled herself from the ruined piece of clothing.

She stood before him, completely naked and with an audience thoroughly entranced. Dean’s hands trailed up her thighs to her hips, pulling her close.

“What’re you doing?”

He smirked up at her, pressing kisses up her inner thigh.

“O-Oh…you, uh…really?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Mind?!” she coughed. “No, by all means!”

He gave her that smirk that made her melt, then pressed a soft kiss to her folds. He nudged her legs open enough to give him space to work his magic.

His finger disappeared into his mouth before reappearing at her entrance, nudging at her.

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to keep in the sounds Dean was eliciting.

He sucked at her clit and puffy outer lips in turn, finding the parts that made her shake and pull at his hair.

Finally, when he was two fingers deep inside her, she had to push him away. He pouted, but that stopped when she resumed straddling him and pulled him into another passionate kiss. Then her lips left him and continued down a trail similar to the one Dean had traveled down her body.

He knew what was coming without needing to hear her say it. “Baby—”

“It’s my turn,” she spoke evenly, confidently.

With that, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, but made no other move to stop her.

She acquainted herself with every inch of his chest, her taut nipples brushing lightly against his hips and thighs as she moved further down.

Finally, she was met with Dean’s dick, hard, weeping, and pressed against his stomach. Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she pressed a soft kiss to the large vein that ran on the underside.

He hissed, fisting the robe underneath him.

She took that as a good sign and began pressing soft kisses from the base up and, when she got to the tip, her tongue slipped out and lapped at the slit. That brought another sound she’d never heard from her professor’s lips, so she did it again.

Then she took one last deep breath and took the head into her mouth.

One of his hands grabbed her hair, not pulling or guiding her in any way, but more for purchase.

She took as much as she could into her mouth, her hand wrapping around what she couldn’t fit. She found a rhythm as best she could, twisting her wrist as she bobbed up and down. One of her hands rested on his hip, putting a token effort into holding him in place. His hips still thrust into her mouth of their own accord, but he tried to hold himself back for her after she gagged the first time.

Finally, he sat up and pulled her lips back to his.

With that, she sat back in his lap, still kissing Dean like she needed him more than oxygen.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

She laughed, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Then her hand reached down and grabbed him, lining him up. “If you’re in, so am I.”

He chuckled. “I’m about to be in.”

That pulled a snort from her, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck. “That was awful.”

“It’s why you love me.”

She pulled back with a small smile. “Yeah, it is,” she murmured, her fingers trailing along his hairline.

He looked at her like she was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. His hands brushed up her thighs to her hip and pulled lightly downwards, and she obliged.

She had to take a minute once he was fully seated inside her. Dean laid fully back, breathing deep. Y/N took his hands from her hips and interlaced their fingers together, smiling breathlessly. He answered her by squeezing her hands lightly.

With that, she began moving slowly. She rubbed herself back and forth, watching his face for any and all reactions. He never took his eyes off of her. His look of complete adoration made her feel even hotter, and she was sure that she was blushing more than ever before. Instead she started lifting her hips and dropping back down slowly, and she forgot all about her own nerves.

Suddenly, Dean separated their hands, instead wrapping them around her to pull her onto him. She gripped Dean at the base of his skull, pulling him in for a kiss as her movement became limited. Dean’s began moving his hips up into her in sharp bursts, unable to help himself anymore.

She pulled away, letting her forehead fall against his as she tried to remember how her limbs worked.

The world shifted suddenly as Dean sat up, letting her put some more weight onto her knees. One of his hands still rested on her upper back, but the other fell to her hips, guiding her movements.

They moved together, Dean kissing at any patch of skin he could reach when he could breathe, and Y/N wrapped herself around him tightly.

She felt the pressure building up inside her and she was nearly over the top. She was trying to speak, tried to tell him what was going on, but speech was beyond her. Dean knew anyway. He pulled her into a kiss, and the hand on her back pushed her closer.

Nothing in particular triggered her orgasm, but more of the entire situation, more the fact that every fiber of her was being held together by Dean. He followed her immediately after, unable to hold himself back any longer with her walls fluttering around him.

When they could each breathe again, Dean slowly laid himself back down on the floor, pulling her with him to lay on his chest, being careful not to dislodge himself from her.

A moment passed before either could speak, and Dean was first, “Son of a bitch.”

She giggled, burying her head in the crook of his neck. “I don’t know if my legs are working right now.”

“Sweetheart, you aren’t the only one.”

The pulled more giddy laughter from her.

They were silent a minute more before Dean spoke again. “I meant it, you know. That this isn’t a one time thing.”

“I know,” she said. “It might be a little hard with me over at St. Mungo’s, but…”

“We at least have the summer. And we’ll only be a Floo trip away once school starts.”

She began to shiver, reaching over for her robe and wand. She sat up fully, finally letting Dean slip out of her. With a swish of her wand, both parties (along with Dean’s robe) were clean. She then laid down beside him and pulled her cloak over the both of them.

Dean pulled her into a hug, settling her in. “You don’t have to go anywhere, right?”

“I promised I’d meet Ellie in her dorm when I was done,” she said. “Why, you wanna cuddle?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, holding her closer. Then a sly grin came over his face, and he turned to her. “You’re meeting Ellie when you’re done here, right?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Yes…why?”

With that he rolled over on top of her and, right before he crashed his lips to hers, he said, “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

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