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sturniolosugar · 3 months

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INTERLINKED PT.3

pairing y/n and chirs sturniolo

summary: Y/n and Chris have been best friends for awhile. They end up becoming sexually involved with eachother. They value eachother so much but are both scared of the consequences of their actions, which leads their friendship to be stuck in a rocky place.

warnings: mentions of drugs, lots of emotions, addiction

pt1 pt2 pt4 pt5

(time skip)

Life is weird. Emotions are weird. Time is weird . It’s been 2 months since me and Chris have hung out by ourselves. We hangout but only with Nick and Matt now. The last time we hung out with just us was the day before the party. He stopped texting me everyday after that. He stopped calling me every night. We have become distant. We don’t even really talk to eachother outside of hanging out with Matt and Nick. It’s killing me slowly. Someone who was once my best friend is now someone I barely get a conversation out of. My heart hurts because of it. I have such a bad attachment to him. All I do is cry and stare at pictures of us when I try and go to sleep at night. I don’t know how things ended up like this. Matt and Nick have noticed that we’ve been distancing from each-other. Nick and Matt have both texted me on separate occasions asking if everything between me and Chris is alright. I lied to both of them. I told them everything’s fine. When in all actuality it’s not. They notice. They knew how close me and Chris were. We were like two peas in a pod. Always with each other. Always glued to one another’s hip. I should of known this is how things would turn out. I miss my best friend. I miss him so much and words couldn’t express it enough. We were so close. He was my closest friend and bond I think I’ve ever had in my entire life. And now everything could be possibly ruined. Because we had sex.

Life moves on. And everybody around me has seemed to just continue and move on. But I didn’t. And I haven’t. And I won’t. Not until I get my best friend back. Me and the triplets still all hangout and Chris will engage in conversation with me but he keeps it to a minimum. Nick and Matt ignore the awkward tension between me and Chris every time we hangout. I can’t do this though. I can’t pretend like I’m okay with losing my best friend. Because I’m not okay with it. Im losing my fucking mind and that’s an understatement. I’m leaving my house in 30 minutes to hangout with the triplets. Nick said we were gonna order pizza and watch a movie.

I knock on the triplets front door eager to see my friends. Nick answers the door and greets me with a warm smile. I make my way inside and see Matt sitting on the couch already. I notice Chris is in the kitchen staring down at his phone. “Pizza just got here. We got Hawaiian pizza just for you” Matt says smiling and opening one of the pizza boxes. I walk towards Matt and sit down on the couch next to Matt before grabbing a piece of pizza. Nick sits down on the other side of Matt and we have small talk before turning the tv on and flipping through channels trying to find a movie. “Okay how about this one?” Nick says causing me and Matt to stop our conversation and look towards the tv. “Im down to watch it if y’all are” I respond. “Yeah I actually heard this movies good as fuck” Matt says biting into the piece of pizza in his hand. Nick presses play on the movie and I look over into the kitchen seeing Chris still standing there on his phone. He doesn’t even wanna come near me anymore. I try to suppress my emotions and focus my energy on the movie.

About 5 minutes later I see Chris moving from the kitchen in the corner of my eye and walking into the living room. I expected him to sit next to Nick or on the other couch but he sat down right next to me. I don’t even know how to feel in the moment. Wether to feel happy or relieved to know that he acknowledges that I exist. I glance over at Matt and Nick who are focused on the movie not even second guessing that this is the first time Chris has willingly chose to sit next to me for the first time in 2 months. I try to keep my composure and focus back on the movie that’s playing on the tv. I notice that Chris keeps getting notifications on his phone but is ignoring them. He picks up his phone at one point and looks to see who texted him. He has tons of notifications from multiple girls on Snapchat but he doesn’t even take a second glance before putting his phone back down and choosing not to respond.

An hour into the movie Chris moves closer to me and leans his head on my shoulder. Causing me to scream internally. This use to be so normal for us. But after 2 months of us basically not talking and him distancing himself from me this doesn’t feel like it usually would. My mind races with many thoughts and I start to become stuck in my head. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear chris’s voice speak. “Get out of your head” he says quietly enough for only me and him to hear. I don’t respond. He knows me so fucking well. He places his hand on my thigh and squeezes. I look down at his hand on my thigh to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. I quickly notice his tore up knuckles. What the fuck? The last time his knuckles looked this bad was within the first few months of knowing each other. It was when he was filled with anger and using alcohol to cope. I put my hand over his and rub over his knuckles with my finger’s gently. He pulls his hand away and sighs as if he didn’t mean for me to see his knuckles. He sits his head back up so that way he’s not leaning his head on my shoulder anymore. I look at him in his eyes with concern. “What happened?” I ask my voice a little shaky. He shakes his head “I can’t do this right now” he mumbled under his breath before standing up and walking upstairs towards his room.

I look over at Matt and Nick who are already looking at me. “He’s been off recently, don’t take it personally y/n” Nick says shrugging his shoulders. I feel so many emotions rise in my body. I feel every emotion at once. Im happy he sat next to me and leaned against my shoulder as he used to do all the time. Im worried and concerned about him considering how his knuckles were fucked up. Im sad and angry that he’s been distancing himself from me and leaving me in the dark like our friendship wasn’t important to him. Im hurt. Im exhausted as I’ve sat for hours upon hours trying to figure out where everything went wrong. I can’t do this anymore. He hates me. He hates me. He hates me. I stand up quickly and grab my phone. “What are you doing?” Matt asks. I feel my eyes start to tear up. “I’m gonna go home. I can’t be here right now. I’m sorry” I say quickly before rushing out of their front door with tears running down my face. I get into my car and pull out of their driveway not even paying attention to how fast I’m going. If Chris doesn’t wanna be apart of my life anymore then life will no longer be worth living. I feel reckless, self destructive as I drive towards my house. My emotions are fucking drowning me. Suffocating me. Tears continue to stream down my face as I finally pull into my driveway.

I walk inside my house and walk into my room. I sit on my bed trying to calm myself down but fail as my head is clouded with to many emotions at once. I look down at my phone and scroll through my contacts searching for the only person that has a solution to the problems I have right now. I click on someone in my contacts named “favorite fiend”. It’s my old dealer. I click call and hold the phone up to my ear. I heard the phone ring twice before I hear a man’s voice speak from the other side of the phone. “Well well well. Look at who it is. Was just thinking of you” he says chuckling into the phone. “Yeah yeah, can you sell to me right now. Like right now. I can meet you somewhere” I respond. “What’s wrong you sound upset” he says. “Can you just meet me somewhere?” I respond as I’m not trying to have a sentimental conversation with someone who literally doesn’t care. “Are you sure you wanna do this? You haven’t bought from me in like a year” he responds. Yeah because of Chris. He was the only fucking reason I got sober. And now he hates me and doesn’t care if I live or not. So might as well go back to my old best friend, Xanax. “Just fucking meet me somewhere” I say getting more impatient as flashbacks of how I felt on Xanax come into my head. Making me crave them more. “Anything for my favorite customer, I’ll text you the location” he responds before hanging up.

Here we go again. Here we fucking go. I couldn’t care less about anything anymore. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone. Fuck myself. Fuck this life. I would rather be numb then deal with the emotions im dealing with right now. I’d rather be 15 Xanax deep than feel how I feel. I don’t care anymore. He doesn’t care. So why should I, right? My heart is like a nuclear bomb waiting to go off. So fragile, yet so powerful and explosive. And Chris knows this too. He knows me. And I know him. But apparently he doesn’t wanna know me anymore. He’s trying throw everything we had away. Like it meant nothing. Like I was just some fucking distraction for awhile until he got bored. Maybe he did use me for my body. Maybe he did play the long game and get me super fucking attached just to have sex with me and then dip. My head feels fuzzy as I start to have spiraling thoughts of all the memories me and Chris have together. I love him so much but, fuck him. He hurt me. He made me trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone in my entire life just to fuck me over like every fucking body else.

I pull back into my house’s driveway with 5 pills in my pocket. I walk into my house and sit on my bed. My phone starts to ring. I look down seeing Nick’s name across my screen. I ignore the call. Not right now Nick. Not right now. I pull the pills out of my pocket and set them on my desk and stare at them. Am I ready for this? Yes. Will I regret this? Possibly. Will it solve my issues with Chris? No. Will it calm me down and make me numb so I don’t have to feel like this anymore. Yes. My phone rings again. I look down and it’s now Matt calling. I shake my head and ignore the call. I pick up one of the pills before sticking it into my mouth and taking a drink of water. I’ll be okay. I’ll be alright as long I have these tiny pills that help me become numb. I lay down against my bed staring up at my ceiling waiting for the pill to kick in. My mind eases as I realize I won’t have to deal with these feelings much longer. I will soon feel numb, metaphorically and literally.

Chris’s POV:

I stare up at my ceiling feeling waves of guilt comes across and fill my entire body. It’s not that I don’t wanna be around her. It’s not that I don’t love her. Because I do. I do love her. I do care for her. But she doesn’t love me like I love her and she made that clear the first time we had sex. I told her to be mine. I told her I wanted her all to myself. And she denied me. She said it’s better if we just stay friends. She doesn’t understand that it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my fucking chest in that moment. I love her so much. Words could not describe the amount of love I have for y/n. But when she told me she didn’t wanna be anything more than friends I lost my mind. I hit rock bottom. I started talking to other girls trying to distract myself from y/n. And truthfully talking to other girls never helped. Not even in the slightest ways. It made it worse actually. Trying to search for y/n in every other girl that I came across. Me and y/n had sex a couple more times after the first time. Each time It was more passionate. I wasn’t trying to have sex with her. I was trying to make love with her.

At some point I started distancing myself from her. I felt like I had no other option. I know that I wasn’t gonna be able to see her as just a friend anymore. I knew that if I didn’t distance myself from her It would only cause more hurt in the end for me. Because I love her. Like love love her. She’s the first girl I’ve ever actually loved. And she sees me as a friend. And it tears me apart everyday. I can’t stop thinking about her. I know distancing myself from her without giving her an explanation hurts her. As much as I wanted to give her an explanation I couldn’t. As selfish as it is I’m just trying to protect myself. Because I can’t take it. I can’t even take being in the same room with her without wanting to break down. I can’t take knowing the fact that I love her and she doesn’t love me back in that type of way. It’s like I can’t even fucking function right anymore. I have multiple holes in my bedroom wall right now because my emotions overpower me and I lose control. My sadness has always turned into anger.

A few minutes after I walked upstairs in my room after leaving them all downstairs in the living room Matt and Nick barge into my room. “Dude whatever the fuck is going on between you guys needs to end” Nick yells. “What? What are you talking about?” I ask confused. “Y/n just rushed out of our fucking house crying. She said she can’t be here right now. What the fuck is going on between you?” Matt says. “I- I dont- it’s complicated” I respond. “Fix it. Right now. I don’t think she’s okay. She hasn’t been herself for awhile now. So fucking fix it. You know how she is Chris. She becomes self destructive when shit gets to much to handle. I’ve never seen her run out of the house crying before” Nick says in a concerned tone. “Just call her or something” I respond not knowing what to even do in the moment. Nick reaches for his phone in his pocket and proceeds to call y/n. She doesn’t answer. “Jesus. I’m worried I don’t know what to do” Nick says. Matt unlocks his phone and tries to call her. No answer. “Maybe she just needs time and space” I say out loud. “Or maybe she just wants her best friend back you fuckface” Nick says with irritation in his voice. I put my hands in my face and sigh. I want my best friend back too.

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ccbunnv · 3 months

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Heyyy, I was wondering maybe you could do some fluff with little Bill in like 2003? Just anything cute. Thanks!

baby bill is adorbs !

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 bill x fem! reader fluff

it was after school, and Bill had invited you to his house to play, to which you agreed to excitedly. as the bus rolled to a stop in front of his house, you, Bill and Tom got off and quickly ran into the house.

"welcome back boys!" the twins' mom said from the kitchen, before turning around and noticing you. she then smiled and said, "and y/n!"

"hi miss!" you answered, placing your bag down beside Bill's.

"are you gonna stay for dinner?" she asked, "I'm making spaghetti!"

"sure!" you nodded your head, as the twins raced eachother upstairs.

"great!" she said, "I'm sure you know where Bill's room is by now, right?"

"yeah!" you said, already stepping upstairs. you turned a swift right to face Bill's room and knocked on his door gently.

"in a minute!" he responded, before opening the door. he had changed from his school clothes to his home clothes.

he quickly invited you in and you both got cozy on his bed. you fished your jeans pocket for your ipod and a pair of earphones. he took interest in your little device and took it, searching through your songs.

"I downloaded some new ones, you know?" you said excitedly, "I got my hands on the new Evanescence album!"

"cool!" he giggled, scooting aside so you could sit nicely on his bed.

you quickly plugged in your earphones into your ipod and handed Bill one of the earpieces. he put it in and so did you, and you begin playing a couple of songs.

first that came out was Nena's 'Irgendwie, Irgendwo, Irgendwann' and Bill's face lit up. you giggled a little at his enthusiastic expression.

he began singing along with the lyrics, and you laid there, taking in his voice as it synced with the vocals. you took in every soft feature in his face, your hand aching to just reach in and trace his side profile.

you wanted to kiss him so badly, even though it felt weird. you were a hormonal girl, yeah, but it still felt so weird for you think things like this about your childhood best friend.

he slowly turned his head to his side as the chorus filled in, and you both made eye contact. it felt like hours even though it was only minutes, losing yourself to his brown irises.

his hands that laid on his stomach reached over and you both held hands, his fingers tightly intertwined in yours. he breathed in deeply, as if hiding a big secret from you, but you were too, so who were you to judge?

his thumb slowly stroked the back of your hand, turning to his side so he could face you properly. you did just the same, your hand still held in his. he didn't want to pull away any time soon, neither did you.

you kept quiet even while you scooted closer to him. he smiled and his free hand reached out to caress your cheek gently, bringing you closer than you could ever imagine.

then, his mother knocked on the door. she asked, her voice slightly muffled, "y/n, it's raining heavily outside. do you want to stay the night?"

"e-er, yeah, sure!" you responded, sitting up, "could I use your phone to call my mom?"

"of course," his mother replied, "come down and I'll dial it up for you."

"thanks, Ms. Kaulitz!" you said, leaving his room quickly. your face was all red and you were all shy from the tension just a few minutes ago. to think a little bit more and you could've kissed him...

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you and Bill were both in the same bed again, holding hands while maintaining an awkward distance with eachother. thunder rumbled outside, lighting the dark room just for a little bit before stygian coated every corner once more.

you tried to fall asleep, closing your eyes and counting sheep, but none of them worked. you found yourself staring up at the ceiling, filled to the very brim with insomnia.

"y/n?" you suddenly heard the boy next to you whisper.

"yeah?" you respond, turning to your side to face him.

he did the same. he then asked in a soft tone, "if we grow up and we never drift apart..."

"do you think you and I..." he looked down bashfully, before continuing, "could be something more than friends?"

your face flushed red and you kept quiet for a little bit before saying, "I think we can."

he smiled and brushed his hand against your cheek, before committing a bold move like pressing his lips against your forehead.

"sweet dreams." he whispered. your body relaxed, and before long, you had fallen asleep.

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a/n: im sorry for not posting regularly!! my holiday is in a day, so i can get back to writing soon <3

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #fluff #bill kaulitz fluff

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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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Chapter 16: Grand Theft Auto

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

[Raining Hellfire: Season Four]

Word Count: 2799 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death/murder, threats

[A/N: wow this is kinda boring i apologise. as compensation for this pretty dry chapter, i'm gonna release the next one tomorrow cause even i can't deal with this one lmao]

Grand Theft Auto

Eddie pokes his head out around the side of the trailer, gesturing for you all to follow him.

He had done this for about five different trailers now and every time he looked back at you, you have to stifle a laugh. How else were you meant to react to him staring back at you with your sister’s Michael Myers’ mask?

As you all rush across the field, your eyes catch on to what Eddie had been searching for.

Without a word, the boy runs over to the RV, finding a window and climbing through.

“We’re really stealing this?” Robin whispers out and everyone nods.

“Okay, everyone in.” Steve whispers out when Eddie makes it through, helping the kids up.

“What’s that noise?”

You all freeze once you hear voices from the other side of the RV. The owners.

Panicked glances were thrown to eachother before you decide to take the bullet and walk towards them.

A pull on your arm causes you to turn back. Steve looks down at you with wide eyes.

“We need you to hot-wire the thing.” He whispers at you and you stop for a second before wincing.

“Actually…” You look to the RV, praying that the boy doesn’t mind you saying this. “I’m very sure Eddie knows how to hot-wire.”

“What?” Steve frowns and you shrug, starting to walk away.

“Criminal parents are universal, Steve.” You say, ignoring Steve's whispers of objection, before stepping around the RV and seeing the couple sat outside.

Once they catch sight of you, their hard stares made you surrender on instinct, putting a sweet smile on your face.

“Hi!” You say nicely, walking forward slightly, “I’m so sorry to bother you, one of my brothers threw their ball a little too close to your vehicle here.”

“Did you damage it?” The man spat at you, standing up and you instantly shake your head.

“No! No, it didn’t hit anything, sir, I promise.” You quickly say and he slowly returns to his seat, “And I’ll make sure they won't do it again.”

“Good.” The woman then says, nodding. “Kids like that should be properly punished.”

What lovely people, you think as the man squints at you.

“Hold on,” He stands up, creeping closer to you. “I’ve seen you ‘round here before.”

“Uh..” You give your best innocent smile, laughing, “Yeah, I live like three trailers over, you know-”

“Nah, that’s not it.” He suddenly stops, face hardening. “I’ve seen you ‘ere with the Munson kid.”

“Uh…”

“As in the murderer?” The woman chimes in, reaching for something beside her seat.

You laugh nervously, backing away. “I-”

“You a murderer too?” She asks and, and you freeze at her words. You were a murderer.

The RV starts up with a loud bang, scaring the couple enough as a distraction.

As you jump, the door behind you sings open, revealing a grinning Eddie.

“Your chariot awaits.” He holds out his hand, clocking the people behind you, “Like, right now.”

You glance back to see their furious eyes and you nod, grabbing his hand and letting him pull you into the RV.

It speeds off just as you get inside the door, tearing away from the couple and in the chaos, you and Eddie almost loose your footing. Catching onto the side, you and Eddie look to eachother with a laugh.

“That was a close one.” He comments with a smirk as you nod.

“Hold on! Hold on!”

Steve yells out and suddenly he turns the wheel and you’re sent flying towards Eddie, both of you crashing to the ground just after hitting your heads together.

“Yep.” Eddie wheezes. “That’s more like it.”

“Classic.” You manage to wince, slowly sitting up as Steve gains somewhat of a control on the RV.

Eddie grins at you, rubbing his head. “There's that greeting I was waiting for.”

A few minutes into the road and everyone finally settles in, Steve driving you towards the War Zone. He didn’t look particularly pleased to be the one driving the RV, especially with no experience of a vehicle this big, but he didn’t object.

Nancy occupied the front seat and you watched as they talked every now and then. The way Steve looked at her just proved your theory right. He wasn’t over Nancy.

You couldn’t blame him. Just look at her.

You fiddle with your Walkman, the tape replaying over and over in your head. You needed to move on. It was a one-time thing, a kiss in a moment long gone.

If that were true, why did it hurt so much?

An object was set on the table in front of you and you frown, looking up to see Robin smiling at you across the table you sat at.

Beside her sat Dustin, head down as soft snores left his mouth. Next to you, Lucas suddenly stands up and moves to the back to where Max sat and you smile softly.

When you look back down at the object on the table, your eyes widen. It was a soft yellow ribbon.

“Where-” You start quietly and she pushes it over to you.

“I think it must have fallen off back in Max’s trailer.” She whispers back, “I figured you’d want it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing it.”

“Yeah.” You smile, stroking the fabric as your eyes misted over. “It’s a reminder.”

“For what?” Robin asks and you tie the ribbon to your belt loop, securing it.

“Not to give up on chosen family.” You whisper out and she genuinely smiles at that, reaching her hand across the table for you to take a hold of.

“Harrington, take this turn!” Eddie calls out, moving from the window he was staring out of and Steve obeys, pulling down another road and in the distance, you can see the building.

“How exactly are we paying for this?” Erica asks the logical question and everyone looks at eachother.

“I’ve got it.” Nancy announces, looking back. “What? My dad has a ‘just in case’ stash of money for me.”

“Cool. Wheeler’s got us covered.” Eddie declares, heading to the door but you pull him back.

“Okay, no.” You say and he pouts.

“Why not?”

“Did you forget about the angry hicks?” You stress, pointing to the door. “We are literally at angry hick central!”

“But-”

You just stare at him, pursing your lips slightly as you tilt your head and Eddie straightens.

“Okay, yeah you’re right.” He surrenders, moving back.

“So… I’m not the only one that works on?” Dustin asks and everyone nods in agreement.

“What?” You frown and Steve laughs, the sound involuntarily making your lips quirk up.

“You’re scary.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment.” You nod, turning around. “Okay, Eddie stays here for sure. Maybe Dustin and Lucas since they’re Hellfire Club. And me.”

“You?” Max asks and you nod.

“Yeah, I think a few people remember seeing me with Eddie so… not a good idea.” You admit with a shrug and Eddie frowns, staying silent.

“Okay.” Nancy nods, stepping to the door. “But if we’re not back in fifteen minutes-”

“I’ll come and save you.” You smirk and she smiles back at you, nodding to the others and stepping out into the sunlight.

“Be right back.” Max assures before shutting the door behind her and you sigh, slumping into a seat at the table.

It was going to be a simple trip to the store, you kept telling yourself, tapping the surface subconsciously along to the beat of the music playing in your ears.

“So unfair.” Dustin mumbles and you move one of your headphones to the side to hear him better.

“Sorry, would you rather be beaten to a pulp by the town?” You ask politely and he lets out a deep breath.

“No.” He pouts, sliding into the seat next to you, “I just want to check out all the cool stuff.”

His head was down, drawing something imaginary with his fingertip against the table. You knew him well enough to know he hated being left out of things.

“Hey, if you’re that upset…” You sigh, closing your eyes. “Then maybe, maybe, I will… take you there some time.”

“You swear it?” He asks and you nod.

“I swear.”

“Cool, thanks.” He grins, standing up and moving to the back where Lucas currently resided.

Shaking your head in amusement, your eyes drift over to where Eddie sat across from you, a smile on his face.

“What?” You laugh uneasily and he shrugs.

“Nothing.” He dismisses, but the smile on his face stays the same.

As you sit across from eachother, you can’t help notice how anxious he’s been lately. His leg always jigging, hands constantly finding something to fiddle with. He was usually a little jittery, but it had been heightened ever since you came back. And you knew exactly what it felt like to deal with your home town thinking you were a murderer.

“We’re gonna figure it out.” You say and his eyes find yours once again. “We’ll clear your name.”

“If I’m being honest…” Eddie leans forward, concern written over his face as he glances at your headphones. “… that’s not really my biggest worry right now.”

“I’ll be fine.” You attempt a smile, shaking your head. “Nothing the Queen Of Demogorgons can’t handle.”

There's a small and comfortable silence between you both, your eyes drifting to your Walkman as the tape stops, prompting you to place your thumb over the button to replay.

"Hey, uh..." Eddie leans forward, gaining your attention. "This is a weird question."

"Believe me, my bar for weird is spectacularly high right now." You smile, waiting for his query.

"The Upside Down," He frowns, fiddling with the rings on his fingers, "Does it... like, change someone?"

You tilt your head, curious. "Change... how?"

He goes to open his mouth when the door swings open, a very stressed Erica stepping through and searching for your eyes.

“Shit!” She pants and Lucas stands up, walking to his sister.

“What’s going on?” He asks, frowning. “Erica?”

“Jason.” She says, her panicked look making you jump out of your seat.

You quickly move over to the door, Eddie’s hand grasping yours quickly and pulling you back.

“Jesus Christ, wait, wait.” He pleads and you stop.

“It’s been fifteen minutes, Jason is in there, and they need my help.” You declare and he squeezes his eyes shut. He didn’t want to let go, but your hand is dropped from his hold.

“Shit, fine.” He finally breathes out and you turn again, “But- just get out of there as soon as you can.”

“Be back before you can even say Thessalhydra.” You claim, jumping down from the RV before Eddie can even question how you know that name.

Striding over to the store, you’re met with a huge crowd of people holding guns. As your breath hitches in your breath, it is slowly released when they continue shopping, completely oblivious to you being there.

Okay, you think, maybe this was a bad idea.

You weave through the aisles, trying to find one of your friends within the busy store. Out the corner of your eye, you catch sight of hair that surely belonged to Mr Farrah Fawcett himself.

But, to your relief, they seem to be shopping and not attacked by a revenge-set basketball team. Although you didn’t miss how Robin’s head was a little lower than usual, Steve sending concerned glances her way. Something definitely happened.

You don’t have any more time to think about it before you hear your name behind you, spoken by a voice you didn’t recognise.

Turning around, you finally spot Nancy, wielding a shotgun. Despite her classy exterior, it was honestly weirder to see her without a gun than with it. And, in front of her, leaning in uncomfortably close, was Jason Carver.

You only knew his face from the photos Lucas showed you from his last game. You almost felt sorry for him; his girlfriend was murdered, of course he would overreact. You just had a problem with the fact that he would threaten and hurt anyone that got in his way, all morals thrown away to achieve a horrific goal.

Walking closer, you keep quiet, the busy noises of people around you softening your footsteps.

Jason had a firm grip around the shotgun Nancy held and it was clear he wasn’t letting go of her anytime soon.

“I just wanna know where she is.” He gritted through his teeth and Nancy remained silent.

“Where who is?” You ask, noticing Nancy’s eyes widen when she sees you behind him.

Ah, you realise, they’re talking about me.

“Y/n Mayfield.” Jason spoke, gesturing for you to move around. But you stayed in place and he had to reluctantly let go of Nancy to face you instead. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’m sorry…” You step forward, frowning, “Uh… Jackson, is it?”

His jaw clicked but he forced a smile, “Jason.”

“Right, right.” You nod, watching as Nancy slowly backed away and gestured to the others that they needed to leave. You needed to buy a little time for her to get everyone out before they were caught. “So, Jason, what can I do for you?”

“I’ve been looking for Eddie Munson.” He states, leaning against the gun counter, “And I know for a fact that you two are pretty close.”

You cross your arms, waiting for Nancy’s signal that you could leave. “Hm, yeah, about that. Eddie and I broke up, like, two years ago now? I have no idea where he is. Hell, he’s probably far away from Hawkins by now.”

“See? I don’t believe that.” Jason leant forward, trying to stare you down into confession. But he doesn’t know you’ve already looked the devil in the eyes before. If anything, he was just an annoying yappy dog on your list of enemies.

“Well, then I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.” You shrug and Nancy nods at you. It was time to go. “Anyway, I hope you… well, get therapy, I guess. It’s been a nice chat.”

You turn to go and stop in your tracks. Two more guys dressed in Hawkins jackets block your way out and Jason lets out a low chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Look, I seriously have no idea where Eddie is.” You insist, looking him in the eye, “I am no use to you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Jason raises his head and you feel shadows creeping closer to you, “You’re… valuable, in a way. Eddie clearly cares about you. Hell, I remember a few kids messing around with the photos you took- you know, the ones hung up in the halls- and he went berserk. I think if anyone’s gonna convince him out of hiding, it’s you.”

“Let me guess,” You try to keep a bored expression, your heart beating faster, “You’re gonna kidnap poor, vulnerable and defenceless me, threaten my life on TV which will make Eddie want to be my hero and save my life, blah, blah, blah.”

“Yeah, you got it.” He laughs.

“Hm, funny thing about that plan.” You nod slowly, noticing Nancy waiting across the room, eyebrows furrowed.

“And what’s that?” Jason smirks, and you feel the two guys behind you are closer enough to touch.

“I’m not vulnerable and defenceless.”

In a flash, you strike your elbows back, hitting his friends squarely in the stomach and they stumble back. When Jason flies forward to grab you, you simply duck and grab his torso, letting his momentum crash him straight into his buddies.

Quickly moving away, you run across the store, throwing heavy items behind you when you hear footsteps approaching.

“Time to go, time to go, go, go, go!” You utter to Nancy, grabbing her hand as you run past and pulling her towards the exit with you.

Yells and shouts sounded from behind you as you both sprinted across the parking lot, hand in hand, and towards the RV where Max was patiently waiting outside. Once she clocked you both, her eyes drifted behind you to what you could only assume was Jason’s army chasing after you, and she threw the door open, stepping in and shouting out to the driver’s seat.

Nancy jumps in first, turning around and reaching out.

Just as Steve pulled away, she managed to grab hold of your hand again and pulled you in at the last second, both of you flying forward and landing on the floor beside Steve.

“So… went well?” Steve raises an eyebrow.

You silently raise your middle finger, earning a smirk as he drives out of the parking lot and away from the danger.

Chapter 17: Mad Fools ->

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Ive been waiting for this one 😩

So i was thinking a hangman x reader which kind of mirrors the scene in 'Set It Up' (if you havent seen it i highly reccomend) where they take the pizza up the fire escape (it could be that hangman forgot his keys) and up to the point where they are staring at eachother in scilence and you can make it go as far as you want to babes 💅💅💅

Absolutely, desperately, madly in love with you

-- I watched this scene so many times to copy the dialogue that I'm pretty sure I know it by heart. I still took some liberties, though.

Anyway I love this, thank you so much for the request! --

You knew you had overdone it at the Hard Deck as soon as you walked out of the bar and going to get a pizza with Hangman seemed like the best idea ever. You also knew that if you had been sober, you would have been too much of a coward to accept.

So, Jake had walked with you to his favourite pizza place in town and ordered "The usual please, Georgio" and took it to go in a big square box.

"We should go eat it at mine. There's tables and chairs and --" he frowned "We should go to mine, 's not far"

He'd told you it was a ten minute walk. It would have been if you hadn't drunk so much that walking had become a puzzle your brain needed to figure out and if Jake hadn't tried to jump, pizza in hand over every bike rack, bollard and traffic cone he saw on the San Diego sidewalk you shared.

The pizza smelled heavenly. You didn't know what it was, but something almost made you lift the lid off of it

"You're going to let the smell out" he whined

"I wish that box was my bed," you replied. It was no lie, you were exhausted and hungry like one could only be after far too many tequila shots.

You almost didn't notice Jake had stopped walking. He opened the front door of an apartment building on your right and led you up the stairs.

"I know this is not going to sound how i mean this to sound" he paused, a serious expression on his face, almost deciding the most tactful way to phrase what he wanted to say "I wanna fuck this pizza"

"I get it" you paused. You wanted to fuck the pizza too " You should never say that to anyone else… but I get it"

Jake searched through his pockets to find his keys but they were empty.

"I forgot my keys" he stated, you looked at him with a sad expression

"What about my tables and chairs?" You pouted. He stuck out his tongue.

"We can go another way…"

Jake led you back down the stairs and outside next to the front door.

"Do you know how athletic I was?" Jake had been telling you about his teenaged exploits. He handed you the pizza and climbed on top of a large concrete block. "Impressed yet?"

"I'm so hungry… Too hungry" You replied, lifting the lid and finally sneaking a look at your pizza. It was gorgeous. Simply the single most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

"Hmmm… oh god" Jake was pulling on the ladder but it wouldn't budge

"Do you need some help?" You asked

"Yeah" you helped Jake by pulling on the bottom steps, with your combined efforts, the ladder finally fell

"Gimme the pizza" Jake ordered, squatted down and with both of his hands outstretched.

"No no no no, I-- I'm gonna take it up to the top"

"Absolutely not, your hands are too small" he said, using your moment of confusion to his advantage and grabbing the box out of your hands.

"Jake!"

"I'm gonna hold it with one hand, I'm gonna move my way up this ladder, like a monkey" he said. You tried to reach for the pizza "Stop!" And then again "Stop!... I got this"

"Alright" he added, almost to reassure himself.

"Oh my god" you exclaimed

What?

"Stop! Keep the top up otherwise the cheese'll slide off"

He laughed

"Please don't drop my pizza"

"What? Just stop making me laugh" he laughed

"I'm serious!"

"Stop it! Stop making me laugh"

"I'm not trying to, I'm --"

"Stop!"

"I mean it, okay"

"It is in my possession, I got it" Jake said, finally getting to the top of the ladder and climbing up to a small balcony. You grabbed the ladder and made your way up to find him waiting for you.

"Are you okay"

"I'm fine" he replied

"No I'm talking to my pizza"

Jake gave you the pizza before entering the room via the window, you followed after and found a corner of the bed to sit on. Hangman jumped over the bed and swung his legs back to the floor.

"Parkour!"

He turned on a lamp and slid onto his carpet. He held out his hand for the pizza.

"This is the dining room"

"Careful" you said as you handed him the box

"1,2,3" You counted down in a whisper, excitement seeping out into your voice. Jake opened the box on 3 and you both sighed at the sight of such carb filled perfection. It turned out that "The usual please, Georgio" was a cheeseburger pizza. The thin crust pizza was topped with a three cheese blend, minced beef and gherkins.

"Thank god" Jake said, relieved his meal had remained intact

"That looks so good" you wriggled your fingers over the pizza, trying to pick a good slice

"Just choose it"

You both picked a slice and brought it to your mouths, taking a large bite. You chewed. It was the tastiest pizza you had eaten, maybe due to the alcohol or even the company.

"Wow" you said

You both took another bite.

"This is the best meal I've ever had" You said, pausing to choose your words "in my entire life"

Jake looked at you. What did Georgio put in the pizza? Because when he looked at you, it auddenly occurred to him that you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, every inch of you interesting to him.

You felt his eyes trail down your body. You met his gaze, suddenly feeling very shy and self-conscious at the intensity in his eyes.

"I should probably go" you swallowed "home"

Jake suddenly snapped out of his reverie.

"Slice for the road?"

"2 please but roll it crust side out" you paused "I'm a lady" was the only explaination you offered. Jake obeyed.

He watched you take the slices, stand up and exit via the open window. Jake suddenly felt empty and down.

Is this what being in love felt like?

Always craving the other's presence, needing them close to you, even if it means sharing a pizza you refuse to share with anyone else?

Did it feel like butterflies in his stomach when he saw you on base, getting giddy when he got to sit next to you in the rec room, or giggling (yes, Jake had caught himself giggling) at any and all stupid joke you made?

If it did, then Jake had to admit to himself that he was absolutely, desperately and madly in love with you.

And so were you.

He just didn't know it yet.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #fanfiction #jake seresin #hangman top gun #original fic #requests

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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years

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Hello! I absolutely adore your fics! they are my go to for when I’m feeling down. For my suggestion I was hoping you could expand upon something you mentioned in a previous headcannon. So we all know Ed would be the biggest cheerleader in any Izzy relationship. I was curious if you had anymore headcannons on that? Would Ed give Iz advice? Would Ed try and set you two up? Etc.

awh anon im so glad the fics help<33

ed being a wingman in izzy's relationship with you

pairing(s): izzy hands x gn!reader

warnings: none

honestly i absolutely ten thousand percent believe he'd try to set you up with izzy. the success rate i feel is very now because of how stubborn he is though

"hey iz, how have your shifts been with y/n?" and he's just kinda wiggling his eyebrows and smirking but izzy pretends not to get the hint. "fuckin' awful! never hated the more!" he just straight up lies, clearling his throat as he casts the images of his longing stares thrown ino your direction. poor ed just facepalms

i feel like he'd enlist the help of lucius too, that would definitely end in sucess, but only because lucius' last plan is to just strsight up lock you both in a room together and leabe you with the news that the two of you are absolutely infatuated with eachother. izzy's face pales and he looked like he wanted to jump out the window right then and there

rd listems to izzy's flustered confession from outside the door snd quietly giggles to himself, clapping amd high fiving a smirking lucius as he hears a reciprocation of the attraction

from then on him and lucius are the ULTIMATE wingmen. izzy needs advice? he goes to one of them depending on what area it is. love? lucius. advice on how he should act? ed. boundaries? lucius gifts? ed. how he should organize dates? lucius

if you and izzy ever have an argument ed is instantly there. he won't ever push either of you to make up, he's there for emotional support without fail

honestly in any situation he'd never push either of you out of your comfort zones

honestly after helping with izzy's quizzes on bow to be good in a relationship he just. needs a break, not from izzy necessarily just from uh everything

if izzy has date ideas, ed helps hom scout them out

"edward..." "yeah iz?" "can you come into town witb me fkr an hour? there's this spot that i think y/n would l-" "say no more, i'll meet you on the dock in twenty minutes" and izzy just. sighs in pure relief because he's scared to go on his own and also scared od his judgement skills, no matter how many times ed reasures them they're perfect

and when it.comes to you, someone would probably assume that by being close friends with both sides of the relationship, it would make it awkward or stressful, but it's not fkr him at ll

he absolutely loves being cupid tbh

he's just so beyond happy to see izzy happy and would do anything to help it last

#izzy hands #izzy hands x reader #ed teach #edward teach #blackbeard #our flag means death #our flag means death fanfiction #our flag means death x reader #con o'neill

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parkingdumpy · 1 year

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Angelica's Pathetic Blunt

Guys I am not a writer 😭😭 im sorry if this isn't the best but this scenario just needed to be written. Angie and KT are @allay2021 's OCs!!!

"...Why is it so THIN?!" KT asked, exasperated and pondering Angelica's freshly rolled blunt. It was close to the thickness of a toothpick. It was dark out, around 11:00 pm, and the three of them stood on the porch outside the Caprae residence, gazing at the roll in wonder. Or rather, Terunosuke was trying his best to muffle his giggles, KT was laughing so hard she was crying, and Angelica looked as if she was about to murder the both of them.

"Uh, well... should we light it?"

"No, you idiot, we eat it. Of course you light it." Terunosuke remarked.

"Hey, leave me alone man, I've never done this before!" KT huffed as she pulled out a lighter from her pocket.

"...Why do you have that handy?" Angelica said as she glared at her.

"Emergencies." With a few clacks the flame burned bright, illuminating the three. KT hesitantly lighted it. A few beats pass of her just staring at the toothpick-like blunt.

Terunosuke gives her a look, eyebrows furrowed. "...Well don't just stand there. Hit it." She raises it to her lips and breathes in. She starts coughing immediately, passing it to Teru. I don't know how weed works but I'm assuming that they hit it until it runs out 💀. It's a pathetic blunt rotation.

KT takes a seat on a lawn chair. She doesn't feel so good, her head hurts and her vision is busy. It's almost as if the saturation on the world has been increased. Everything is bright and complicated and overwhelming.

She passes out for a grand total of a minute and wakes up to see a very abstract terunosuke shaking her by the shoulders, almost resembling his appearance on the cover while he was a book.

"KT, please, it was almost a negative amount of weed it was so thin. You can't already be hallucinating, right?" She stares at him in response, answering his question.

Great, he thinks, it's already gone to shit. Maybe it's the placebo effect...am I the only one not being affected by this miniscule amount of weed? Wait. Where's Angelica...?

He glances back at the house thinking that she went back inside when a light on the roof catches his eye.

Angelica was on the roof. Holding a lighter. Swaying it back and forth as one would with a phone with the flash on at a concert.

His heart dropped into his metaphorical balls. What the fuck was going on.

"Angelica... how did you get up there... what are you doing??" She glared at him in response. Reluctantly, Terunosuke uses his stand to pull himself onto the roof.

He takes a seat next to her. She doesn't acknowledge his presence, eyes focused on the lighter. He stares, worried.

Angelica suddenly stood up with her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh my god shut the fuck up. Shut up. Everyone shut up. SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. BE QUIET SHUT UP. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH. SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"..."

"...No one said anything??" Terunosuke points out, exasperated.

"Listen, Angie, I get it, you're frustrated. You wanna play splatoon with me?" KT asks from her lawn chair on the ground. Angelica nods and uses Mea Culpa to get down.

Terunosuke joins them on the lawn and watches as they play. Angelica has convinced herself that she's actually in the game, and KT is terrified of every other player, playing so much more cautiously than normal. Every few minutes she'll ask Terunosuke something about the game she definitely knows the answer to, and every time she replies "Damn, that's crazy."

"...sleepy." Angie says, finally breaking her silence after 30 minutes. She gets up and heads towards the door immediately. KT and Terunosuke look at eachother, shug, and follow her. When they reach her, she's covered in blankets and clutching onto KT's enormous Miku plush for dear life. The other two wordlessly agree to join her. Terunosuke wonders why such little weed set them off like this.

"I wish I was a squid."

What the hell did she put in that blunt.

#idk what to tag this uh. i dont ever post on tumblr idk how to tag 😭😭😭#slay though!#dedicated to axie

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winterfireice · 2 years

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Sokeefitz pumpkin picking

“Wait, are you telling me that I have lived here for five years and neither of you told me elves have PUMPKINS!! I yelled at my boyfriends as they nodded sheepishly. “How could you not tell me?” I'm mostly joking about being mad but there's some serious annoyance about multiple years missed out on awesome autumn things. “We thought you knew.” Fitz says putting a hand on his neck and looking down like he always does when he's embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I love you both so much but it took me two years to fully even realize that one, I liked you guys and two, that you also liked me. I am not very observant of stuff that doesn't involve me almost dying. So how the heck was I supposed to notice pumpkins.” Keefe and Fitz look at eachother and an agreement seems to pass over their faces “You know shes right, especially after all the autumn stuff she talked about and missing it.” Keefe says “Yeah that was a mistake on our part.” Fitz replies, “How about this we go pumpkin picking in two hours and make it a special date.” i stare into his very teal eyes and and ask “Why two hours?” “Well that's a surprise.” Keefe says tackling me onto the bed and give me a hug. “Ok, ok two hours I can wait but you two better being wearing something orange.” “Perfect we will pick you up at,” Fitz checks his watch that his partners gave him for one of his birthday gifts, “noon for our fun october date.”

A few hours and an outfit change later I was ready. I decided on a simple multicolor autumn colored sweatshirt, frayed jeans and some boots with a rusty colored beanie that she had in the back of her closet, last year she was feeling nostalgic and convinced her friends to come with her to the forbidden cities and buy some fall outfits well actually the plan was to get an outfit but she went with Biana so they ended up with way to many clothes most of them not fit for autumn but it was a lot of fun and a great stress reliever. “Hello, there are two very attractive guys standing outside your door with treats.” I hear Keefe’s voice coming through the door, opening it I see him with flowers in his hand and Fitz holding a red box, “Aww, guys you didn't have to do this, I was just being dramatic when I said I was mad at you.” I say looking at my amazing boyfriends. “Oh we know but we wanted to make up for the lost time so we have flowers in a big pretty bow and if you open that box you will find, duh dun dun dun” Keefe signs pointing to the box that has been handed to me and I open it seeing caramel bursts and “Are these mini pumpkin pies?” Fitz nods, “I love you two so much.” I put the food down onto my bed and pull them into a hug “Ok but I can't hold this off,” I step back looking at Keefes head “What is that hat” “You said wear orange!” Keefe says smuggly “Sweetheart, it's a bright orange cowboy hat.” Fitz's crisp accent mentions reaching up to straighten the hat. “Oh like you weren't blushing when you first saw me.” Keefe smirks at Fitz “You were wearing a scarf! You know I'm weak for you guys in scarves!” Fitz says. I chuckle leaning in to give him a kiss of affection “Ok should be heading out now?” I ask while grabbing the baked goods.

A light leap and a few minutes later were at a pumpkin patch and I see an apple cider stand or at least something that looks like an apple cider stand. “It's so adorable!” I'm still holding Fitz, and Keefe’s hands so I shake them a little, rattling their arms in a swaying motion. “I think you're more adorable.” Keefe is looking at me and I can feel my face blushing, “Agreed, where should we start?” Fitz turns so he's standing in front of us and I voice my wonders about the drink stand and it turns out that it's pumpkin juice with some elf ingredients that I don't know, not apple cider but it tastes good and that's all that matters.

“Now the question is, how many do we need?” Fitz asks in a light tone while we stand in what is the biggest pumpkin patch I've ever seen and the most pumpkins I've seen. There is such a variety of sizes and colors including pinks and blues. “I have no idea, I say we just keep going until we have too many.” Keefe responds “I don't think you can ever have too many pumpkins.” I joke, “We may need a cart or something to make this easier.” We end up with twelve, a small orange one for Keefe’s nightstand table, two for Fitz’s house, three for carving and three for painting which apparently elves don't carve pumpkins and only paint them so we decided to do both, and then three for different recipes Fitz wants to try.

“That was amazing, thank you guys. I think that may have to become a yearly tradition for us.” I say lying on my bed. “I'm down with that.” Keefe is lying on the other side of my bed with his pumpkin on his lap that he named George. “What if we add on to that by tomorrow coming over to my place and making some pumpkin treats?” Fitz asks, he's sitting by my desk writing down ideas. “That sounds perfect. I think I may have a recipe book around here somewhere from my human parents and there is this great pie recipes we can try.” “Ooo that sounds amazing, I love pie!” Keefe sits up excitedly “Ok perfect well make some pie.” Fitz laughs. “I'm excited best date ever expanded.” I say meaning every word.

#I know it’s late sorry I meant to post it earlier #winterfireice writes sometimes #kotlc fic #Kotlc #sokeefitz #also yes I suck at naming things

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univvrse · 13 days

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 4)

chapter title: make me ill

hawks x dabi

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

TW (just for this chapter)- taking of drugs, peer pressure

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1k words

Backstage, nerves were rampant. All the members of Puncture were frantically rehearsing their pieces separately, the room buzzing with anxiety.

Dabi gathered the group together in the dressing room they’d been given, “The first bands going on soon, we’re right after them. We’ve got our set down, yeah? Everyone knows our order?” he made sure everyone nodded, “Okay, we need to get at least a couple songs rehearsed while we still can. We should go over Poison Heart, EMI, and I wanna be your boyfriend. That sound good?” more nodding, “Get set up, we need to have this perfect, okay?”

“Hey! Let us in!” A group of men called from behind the door.

“What the fuck? Are we getting called to stage?” Sako asked.

“We better not be. I’ll check it out.” Keigo headed to the door.

Sure enough, a group of men stood outside- easily recognisable as the first band set to perform; Loose Screws.

“What’s up! You guys are Puncture, right? We’ve heard about you.” The man speaking comfortably squeezed past Keigo and let himself into the dressing room, motioning for his group to follow.

“Yeah my sister went to one of your shows or something, said it was a real once in a lifetime experience. Guess we gotta look out for you, huh?” Another member spoke up. Clearly these men were either ignoring the tense looks Puncture was exchanging or inebriated beyond the point of noticing.

“Anyway, we come bearing gifts!” The first man- obviously the group’s frontman- was now digging around in his pockets.

“Don’t you have to be on stage in like five minutes?” Tomura attempted to usher the band to the door.

“Yeah, yeah, chill out, okay? We’ll head out in a sec; just thought you might appreciate a little good-luck present?” The leader procured a small Ziploc baggie from his pockets, holding up gleefully, “Ecstasy! Totally gets you in the zone before a show! We all popped some in our room, had extra and felt in the giving mood, so here we are. Free of charge, duh.”

Keigo was the first to speak, “Yeah, why not, I’ll have one.”

Dabi’s eyebrows shot up at this. Keigo was the last member he’d expected to be a pill popper, it was way more likely to be Sako, he thought.

“Fuck yeah that’s the spirit! Any more takers? Come on- free pills! How often does an opportunity like this come round?”

As Keigo went up to take a pill he noticed just how dilated all of Loose Screws pupils were. They were all smiling blissfully at seemingly nothing. None of them seemed even the slightest bit nervous about performing.

“Yeah okay I’ll bite.” Tomura sauntered over to the drugged-up men, grabbing the baggie from Keigo and fishing out his own pill, “Guys, this is the boost we need. All the good bands do it”

“Fuck it, whatever, gimme one.” Dabi joined them and grabbed a pill for himself, “Sako? There’s one left.”

“Huh? Nah I’m all good. Didn’t your parents ever teach you guys not to take drugs from strangers?” Sako’s hands found their way to the hem of his shirt. He began absent-mindedly playing with the fabric.

“Dude, Sako, don’t get bitch about this, it’s one little pill. What’s the harm?” Tomura grabbed a water bottle off one of the counters, swallowed his drugs, and passed it to Dabi.

The Loose Screws’ frontman spoke up again, “No, it whatever, you shouldn’t get mad at your friend for being a quivering pussy, that’s his choice.”

“One minute.” Warned a different member.

“Look we gotta jet. Do you want or not?” The leader stared at Sako expectantly.

“Grow up, Sako, it’s good shit. Stop being a quiverer.” Tomura snatched the last pill and the water, walking over to to his hesitant bandmate, “Just fucking take it, no big deal.”

Sako looked from Tomura to the Loose Screws, still blissfully unaware, and finally over to Dabi, who simply shrugged and said, “We all took one, it’d be a bit strange if you were the only sober one.”

Sako sighed, “Fine, gimme the fucking shit.” he grumbled something about peer pressure and swallowed the pill offered to him.

“Sweet! Okay you boys have fun; I think we’re meant to be onstage right now. Good luck!” and with that, Loose Screws disappeared off to stage.

Dabi turned to Keigo, “You were quick to accept. Didn’t have you pegged as the type, really.”

“Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think.” Keigo challenged, keeping Dabi’s gaze.

“Okay, can you guys have your gay ass fight after the show, c’mon we’ve got a half hour and I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions if one of you fucks this up.” Tomura slung his bass across his body and threw his hands up, exasperated, “Are you gonna fucking practice or what?”

“What’d the guy say this shit was again? Ecstasy?” Keigo picked up his guitar, “How long does it take to hit?”

Sako looked over from where he was sat, “30 minutes, give or take.” he stood up to adjust his chair, “Or, I think so, at least. I read that somewhere.”

“Okay so we’ve got enough sobriety in us to rehearse till the very last second.” Dabi looked over at Sako questioningly.

“Yeah so why are we still talking? Count us in, Sako.” Tomura looked like he was ready strangle the next person who spoke.

“One two three four.”

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“Everyone give a hand for the Loose Screws! You guys killed it out there! Okay, up next we have a band some of you may have heard of- give it up for Puncture, everybody!”

Loose Screws’ frontman waved at the Puncture members on his way off stage, mouthing something that looked like a very enthusiastic, “GOOD LUCK OUT THERE” followed by a wink. They disappeared from sight for the second time, snickering to each other.

“Okay. Whoa, okay we got this, we’re gonna do great.” Dabi lead the band on stage, waving to the immense crowd in front of them.

Keigo marvelled at Dabi’s ability to capture an audience. Anywhere he went, he got stares of awe and admiration. The man was made of sex-appeal. Keigo hardly noticed his quickened heartbeat, his mind entirely consumed with thoughts of Dabi. He did, however, have just enough self-awareness to recognise how amazingly steady he was. He assumed his position to Dabi’s left and took a breath.

A/N- tyy so much for reading we really appreciate it

#my hero academia #no beta we die like men #hawks x dabi #bnha hawks #mha dabi #mha #band au #we're in all the magazines #dabihawks

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flickynightdarkness · 4 months

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Spawn's Discovery of Christmas (Todd McFarlane's Spawn Christmas Fanfic)

[CW⚠️: CURSING, VIOLENCE]

[Rating: 13+]

[Characters: Spawn, Cyan Fitzgerald, Violator, Norris(OC) and Sunrise(OC)]

[Inspiration: SMG4: A Xmas Discovery]

[Spawn comes by Norris and although he has a problem, which is that he doesn't know what Christmas is. Norris then takes him out to learn all about it]

Today was almost Christmas, the sky was dark and filled with white snow falling to the ground. Every child and adult of New York City mostly come around in their warm, cozy clothes and have a play on the snow. They would build snowman or big forts or make snowballs and throw at eachother or ride on their sleighs on steep hills. Then we see the two noble and prideful demons of hell named Norris and Sunrise, they arrived into the world as worshippers of the mightiest hellspawn of hell known as 'Spawn'. The two demons are at their home, decorating their Christmas tree with many decorations being some baubles and tinsels. Norris the noble demon was on a red ladder, carrying the shining light of the star to be put on top of the tree. 'Almost... got it' says Norris, almost placing the star on the tree. 'You sure Nor' says Sunrise, staring at Norris. As Norris was nearly about to put the star on the top, Sunrise's phone rings which made Norris fall off the ladder and climb onto the tree while holding onto the star. 'Hold it man, my phone's ringin' let me pick it up' Sunrise picks up his phone and answers 'Hello?... oh Mrs Blake, how you been?... oh been good, that's great. So what are you thinking about doing before Christmas Day... babysit your kid, oh sure I'm up for that. Anyways I'm thinking about taking her to the mall, is that alright... ok, good I'll see you later. Kay' bye' Sunrise puts his phone down and he begans transforming into his human disguise, he turns around at Norris who was on the floor(he slid off the tree), slightly breathing, he looks at Sunrise and asks him 'What are you doing' 'Babysitting the kid Cyan' replied Sunrise, 'Oh... right' replied back Norris. Sunrise walks off and says 'See you in a bit Nor' and then closes the door. Norris gets up and scratches his head, then he heard the door knocking, walks to it while saying 'Who is it goddammit' he opened it and in surprise it's happened to be Spawn by the door with his green eyes glowing at Norris. '*gasps* Hey Spawn, i didn't know you would show up by my house' Spawn responds 'I would, after all everything is covered in white, there are lights shining everywhere and these people are putting trees into their homes and... *sighs* this is getting weird, what is this anyway?' 'Well we're all celebrating a very special holiday called... Christmas!' replied Norris, smiling at Spawn, then Spawn starts becoming confused by it 'Christ...mas? What is this "Christmas" bullsh!t about?' this froze Norris in shock and he says in shock 'WHAT!? YOU NEVER HEARD ABOUT CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!?!?' Spawn nods in response, it was revealed that despite his life as a hellspawn, he has never experienced Christmas entirely. Norris thinks for a minute, then he had an idea to get Spawn to understand about Christmas. 'Say Spawn... what if I take you around to show what Christmas is like? That way you might enjoy it a lot!' says Norris, clinging onto Spawn's cape with stars on his eyes. 'Sure, I guess that would help' Spawn responded quietly. 'That's the spirit! To the mall we go' as Norris gets down from Spawn and takes him outside of the falling snow.

Then it cuts to the two by the mall, they arrived well after all the walking the two demons took. 'You sure, taking me to the mall is a good idea, besides the people fear me... what is this' says Spawn concerned but then confused as Norris transformed into his human disguise. 'It's my human disguise... I take it you don't know that me and Sunrise have human disguises' replied Norris 'Besides the people will know best by treating you like an actual guy you are now' as Norris pats his back covered by his dark red cape as the two walk together to the mall. The doors slid automatically open and for the other people passing by them, when they encounter Spawn. Mostly they would fear or ignore or shout at him and retreat. 'Told you' responded Spawn, giving Norris a serious glare at him. Norris replies 'Hey like I said, they should know better than to retreat and shout at you' Spawn then turns his green eyes at the mall itself, all decorated festively with lights.

Then Sunrise was with Cyan, they headed to Santa's Grotto to visit him. 'Ready to meet him kid' says Sunrise, smiling at Cyan. Although Cyan appears to still cling onto the huamnized demon as the two walk along the queue. When they reached to Santa Claus sitting in his chair, he seemed oddly different compared to the one everyone knew a lot. 'Next, please' says "Santa". Santa sounded kind of creepy and unsettling for the children to hear, Cyan comes up to "Santa" with a nervous expression on her face, 'Hello little girl, come over here and sit on Santa's lap' "Santa" says to Cyan. Cyan slowly walks towards to "Santa" pulling something out of his sack. 'Are you getting something out of your sack Santa?' asked Cyan, 'Why yes, a little gift for you little girl, Here you go' replied "Santa" as he hands Cyan her "gift" which turns out to be a grenade. 'WHAT THE F?!K!! CYAN!! PUT THE GRENADE DOWN!!' Sunrise was shocked and immediately told Cyan to put the grenade down.

Norris and Spawn heard Sunrise shouting, Norris says to Spawn 'That's Sunrise! Must be some trouble over at... Santa's Grotto' 'We better make sure no one is endangered in there, Come on, let's clear them out' responds Spawn as the two run out to the Grotto. As the two demons got there, they see that Sunrise pulled out Santa's hat off revealing none other than Spawn's arch nemesis; Clown/Violator! 'Clown! I knew it was you, b?!tard goddammit!' says Spawn, angrily grabbing onto Clown's neck and glaring at his deadly red eyes. Norris helds onto Cyan, covering her eyes and ears in order to not have her look at the violence at her age. 'Oookay, why don't we... go get a ice cream, how about that kid' says Norris to Cyan, walking out of the grotto with her. Cyan responds 'Hmm, sure mister, but isn't the sad man-' 'Don't worry kiddo, the sad man will be with us after he is done with this weirdo' says Sunrise as the three walk along outside out of the mall for a good frozen treat which is... ice cream, while Spawn just violently beats the s?!t out of Violator(or Clown)!

THE END!

#fanfic #fanfiction #spawn #todd mcfarlane's spawn #flickynight darkness #flicky's fanfics #spawn ocs #christmas #christmas fanfic

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monsterbroth · 4 years

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tried to think of a way to say this to make it interesting but I’m tired and it’s 4am so I can’t be bothered, walking out of my room to get something to eat there was a spider the size of my palm on the floor staring at me

#thoughts #spiders #cw #big!!!!#it’s like a #I dunno actually #look I’m tired shh #attacked the cup I put over it’s head to stop it teleporting when I walked away #which is understandable I don’t like cups much either #it isn’t leaving the house hours when it is I’ll take it out #anyway I just wanted to share #it was like right outside my door we stared eachother down for a minute #it’s chill though it just doesn’t like cups I walked like right past it

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infictionalwonderland · 3 years

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hope mikaelson x reader , bestfriends to rivials to secret protectors to lovers ?

secret protectors is secretly protecting eachother btw

and if you can , can you start it where they are ex bestfriends already

sure thing darling ;) I’ve tweaked it a tad but it’s mostly the same

it’s quite shitty but It’s written with my sleep deprived brain.. so.. sorry.

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking

Y/N Y/L/N and Hope Andrea Mikaelson.

The two of you had an.. interesting history to say the least.

Let’s start with the backstory shall we?

Now the two of you had already come from feuding families, though you had both completely disregarded that fact in your first meeting and there was an instant platonic connection. One which you and her both eagerly deepened as you’d both grown up shadowed from the outside world and without the ability to form relationships of any kind, so it was like a first to the both of you. In a sense.

Your relationship status of friends quickly glided from good friends to close friends to best friends and the two of you were perfectly content with this.

Of course that was until you families had to go ahead and ruin it.

It was actually Hope’s mum Hayley who had found out about your secret friendship first, unbeknownst to you, and Hope had almost burst into tears at the look of shock and mild disgust on her mum’s face.

“You’re father told me about that family.” Hayley had said “They aren’t a good bunch sweetheart.”

And Hope had stayed mute and assumed that that was the end of that — but of course she knew deep down that wasn’t simply going to be the end of this situation she had gotten herself into.

The next day, she was at a family dinner — one which they commonly had every single evening so nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the slightest.

But the tense looks on all her families faces told her otherwise and she had felt her heart psychically constrict at her dad’s next words.

“We don’t want you involved with that y/l/n family.”

That sentence was playing on her mind for days as she actively avoided you at all cost, knowing full well a look into your y/e/c eyes would only worsen her current predicament.

But she made her decision (no matter how difficult).

Family was everything to her...

So the next day, she had met you in person in broken up your friendship in perhaps the rudest way possible she could think of in the hopes you would start disliking her and consequently leaving her life which made her family life so much easier. No matter how the mere thought being without your presence for eternity pained her dearly.

But afterwards it was after your friendship never happened.

You went to thinking she was just like how your parents portrayed her family to be.

And she went to glaring in the halls of school and showcasing her ‘hate’ while dreaming of you when the day turned to dusk.

• • •

“Looking good y/n.” Your friend (kinda) Bianca Goldman whistled as you strutted over to her where she stood leaning against a tree as she observed the lively party.

“You too Ani.” You smiled playfully, twirling a strand of Bianca’s strawberry blonde hair around your finger with a playfully seductive look in your eyes.

“Go find someone else to hit on, you’ve got half the school pining after you.” Bianca scoffed lightly with a joking (mostly) roll of her green eyes but anyone could make out the newly gained pink flush to her pale skin.

“Aww no need to be jealous Ani.” You whispered lightly with a mocking pout as you leaned in a little more and watched in amusement as her pale skin gained a more crimson flush.

However, what you failed to see was from across the forest. Leaning against her own tree was your ex-bestfriend (enemy to everyone’s knowledge) watching you intently with jealously shining transparently in her ocean blue eyes.

“What’s go your thong in a twist princess.” Elizabeth Saltzman smirked jokingly, her eyes alight with the perfect mixture of mirth and entertainment that masked her confusion.

Hope didn’t answer, instead, a glare glazed over her previously envious blue eyes and she pursed her lips together.

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” Lizzie asked in amusement though slight shock, her gaze quickly flickering between both you and Hope with a new sense of interest and determination.

“Jealous of what? I’m only concerned for Bianca, y/n plays people and leaves them high and dry.” Hope spoke defensively.

“More like pleased and happy.” Lizzie corrected cheekily.

Her response was a displeased scoff and Hope taking an even bigger swig of her beer.

• • •

It was officially the next day and those who weren’t suffering with hangovers (the vampires and some werewolves or witches who knew the correct spells) were up bright and early.. most of them.

You were a witch, a bloody good one at that and thankfully you knew the hangover spell but with your lifestyle you sort of had to know it.

Still — instead of attending class like you were obviously meant to, you just went down to the kitchens for some food because hey? food is way more important than studies, right.?

Standing in the kitchens and munching happily on a chocolate chip cookie and you heard a sharp gust of wind. One which you could identify with an approaching vampire.

But before you could even turn, a resounding thud rang out through the kitchen and you turned to see a vampire, a newbie — Leon Arnold — neck snapped on the floor, blood staining his lips, mouth and shirt and vampire features receding back.

You blew out a harsh breath and placed your hand on your head, trying to calm your rapidly racing heart.

Under her own cloaking spell, Hope Mikaelson smiled lightly to herself in accomplishment and relief. Oh so maybe this seemed slightly stalker-ish.. but she was curious to what you did when you didn’t attend class and honestly thank god she did decide to be .. stalker-ish today.

“Mikaelson?”

Shit. She just so happened to forget you were an equally as powered witch who could see past her spells.

“You did that..?” You gestured to Leon and much to the annoyance of yourself you felt a warm feeling encase your heart at the thought of her protecting you.

“Yeah..I did.” Hope nodded her head hesitantly and slipped a quick smile over her plush pink lips with her cheeks discreetly flushing at the softer look that entered your y/e/c eyes.

“Well thank you.” You spoke sincerely and cursed yourself out mentally for the butterflies that swarmed around your stomach.

Just like old times

A response wasn’t heard on Hope’s end as you hastily hurried out.

• • •

“Ugh this is stupid.” Lizzie groaned slumping against the wall as she watched Hope pointedly avoid your eyes and you do the same. She had a sneaking suspicion and she also had an idea which in her opinion was spectacular.

“What is?” Josette, Josie, Saltzman asked hesitantly as she looked up with the end of her of pencil resting between her lips absentmindedly.

“This!” Elizabeth practically shouted as she gestured between Hope and you and Josie looked on with wide perplexed eyes.

“No you know what.” Lizzie muttered, putting Hope’s wrist in a tight hold and magically dragging you over. Ignoring your groans and shouts of protest and everyone’s either wide and curious or shocked eyes.

Quickly, she basically threw the both of you in the nearest classroom and placed a spell on the door.

“Talk! Now!”

You and Hope sat in a extremely tense silence for about a minute or so just staring into each other’s heatedly.

Before suddenly she crashed froward and pressed her lips into yours hungrily.

You eagerly responded to the kiss, familiar with this nature of kiss, winding your hands through her soft locks of auburn hair as hers wrapped around your waist. Hope let out a little moan as you ran your tongue over her bottom lip and she obediently opened her mouth slightly for you to proceed.

Abruptly the two of you pulled apart, panting harshly.

“We should—“

“Yeah—“

“Be my girlfriend—“

It felt like time stopped from a moment and with a wide grin appearing on your face you nodded your head frantically.

Your families the last thing on your minds.

#hope mikaelson x y/n #hope mikaelson x you #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson #the originals #legacies #mikaelson

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Can you do a yandere older brother shinsou in the yandere erasermic family (before eri) where he catches reader trying to sneak out but he lets her go for 20 minutes b/c he did the same thing his first week? You can change it if you want tho🙃

You snapped the lcoks of yo ur window open, it was only a day ago that they had given you the freedom of locking and unlocking them to see the sunlight in the morning, you were totally going to use this to your advantage and get yourself out of here for the night, you didn’t really ah e anything planned, like seriously, no plans at all, probably just going to wander about the streets of Tokyo at night. Without your parents, or sister, or brother around to tell you to keep away from things they deem “dangerouse”, which was the outside itself, meaning you wouldn’t even be able to edit the premises.

“Yes” you congraduated yourself as the window opened without making much noise, you swung your feet out and landed on the roof, where a certain purple haired, baggy eyed teenager stood, his arms crossed, startling you to a whole new extent.

“Where you goin?” He spoke, eyebrow raised in amusement as he watched your face drain of color. He was almost suprised you were able to find something in your closet that wasn’t a baby shade of pink, even more so that you had gotten anywhere near your window without alerting any others in the family. The atmosphere was completely awkward as you stared at eachother.

“I’m.... going out. Please don’t tell them! You must have done the same thing at some point right? Well both get in trouble if you tell.!” You whisper yelled at him, waving your arms about, trying to prove your point that he should jsut let you go, you both knew that even if you did succesfully escape, they would just find you in minutes wandering aimlessly through the city you knew nothing about, you weren’t even aiming for escape right now, just a breath of fresh air. A small smile of sympathy formed in his face.

“That’s true, Im Doing this because I love you. Okay? Know that. I did the exact same thing my first week here. I saw nothing, you better be back in thirty though, Follow the rules, be careful, goodbye.” He warned, then disappeared, you stared in shock that he even let you go.. any other member would’ve dragged him back in your room and forced you to read some children’s book with them. Yeah, shinso is Totally your favorite now.

Jumping off the roof entirely, you made your way past the gates, staring back I. Suspicion, wondering if he really hadn’t snitched on you.

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Your thirty minutes were almost up, and you were on your way back, when you reached the gates, you only had like 2 minutes to get back in to us bed or shinso would tell, oh good you were gonna be in SO much trouble if he told.

Climbing up the gutter on the side of the house, and unla Ching your window with such haste that you almost cracked a finger, you heard voices in the hallway. Shinso and probably one of your dads. You panicked immediately, flinging “grownup” clothes off your body and tugging on the silky pink pajamas that you had previously been wearing that night. The footsepts got gradually closer as you buttoned up the shirt (incorrectly).

“I told you dad, she’s Probably sleeping and we’re just gonna wake her up when we barge in there.” You could hear shinso speaking just out of your door, shoving the clothing back in your closet, you jumped in your bed, pulling the covers Iover your shoulders and tugging th giraffe plush close to your chest, closing your eyes and turning the other way with a small groan, trying to imitate the sound of a moving sleeper.

“If i don’t see her in that bed, you both are going to have a lot of explaining to do.” Another voice, clearly aizawas due to the gravely tone to it, spoke. The doorknob started to make clicking noises, signaling you that it was opening when two of the figures barged in the room, quite loudly if you did sya so yourself. You you sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes like a child would.

“Daddy? Is something wrong?” You questioned, meeting eyes with Shinso,then bringing your gaze back to the previously fuming “father of yours. His eyes softened at your adorable sleepy-looking state, all suspicion was thrown right out the window when he saw how comfortable you seemed to be, he made his way to your bed and tugged you back down onto the pillow, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders. He planted a firm kiss on your forehead.

“No darling, I was just worried about you. Go back to sleep now”

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Thank you for requesting! It was pretty fun to write.

(This is unedited so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Have a great day Anon!

#yandere aizawa #yandere my hero academia #yandere daddy #yandere erasermic family #yandere erasermic #yandere shinso #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere platonic #platonic obsession #platonic yandere #yandere Tokyo #yandere family #sneaking out #Tokyo

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thegryffindorprincess · 4 years

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Unforgettable//Draco Malfoy x Reader (SMUT)

A/N: Hi Lovelies! Working through my requests and stuff one at a time and love this one! Draco’s a little OOC, but it’s saucy and smutty and that’s all you Draco whores are here for, also including some platonic hermione x reader, enjoy x

Set: Golden Trio Era

Word Count: 2,002

Warnings: smut, drinking, swearing, choking

“It’s not good enough for me, since I’ve been with you”

“One fire whiskey on ice for you my love.” Draco grinned, passing Astoria the plastic cup from the table he’d just filled with her favourite drink, producing the ice from the tip of his wand. She giggled and settled into his side, letting his arm fall around her shoulders lazily. He would’ve like to say the way they stood, pressed together felt right, but it didn’t. Her bones didn’t quite slot into his properly and he stood a little awkwardly under her touch. Never the less, Draco placed a kiss to her forehead and observed the scene. Slytherin always held the best parties, that was common knowledge, especially for celebrations like OWLs. The room was decorated in silver, the streamers and balloons glistening in the pale light that always glowed from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Every student from the fifth and fourth year was attending, not wanting to miss out on a chance to celebrate properly before school and life became much more serious. As Draco and Astoria took their seats on one of the emerald green sofa’s, students began to dance, Blaise tapping his wand to the speaker positioned above the fire place, letting muggle music boom around the room. He attempted to shake off the longing looks coming from some other girls in the room, Pansy attempting to catch his gaze from the dance floor, Sally-Ann twirling her fingers in her hair at the drinks table and Tracy who was trying hard, too hard, to make eye contact with him from the sofa opposite. Draco simply kept his eyes pinned to the entrance way to the common room, as a distraction. Astoria was pining over him at his side, drawing his eyes away from the door to pull him into a kiss. As she did so, he heard the door open and most of the chat that had been filling the room stop suddenly. He glanced up to see Y/N, Hermione, Harry and Ron enter the common room, laughing amungst themselves. Everyone began to whisper or discuss in hushed voices how incredible Y/N Y/L/N looked tonight, as the four of them stepped in confidently, smiling at each other at their impression.

“Wow.” Tracy Davis exclaimed spinning back round in her seat to face Draco and his gang who were all looking over at her, “she looks incredible.” Draco simply hummed through his lips, face blank. He watched closely as the golden foursome walked over to the drinks table, pouring their chosen beverage into plastic cups, Hermione making the ice swirl into intricate patterns in their drinks. The chat soon returned to normal, giggles errupting from corners of the room every few minutes. Draco sat with his hands pressed together, finger tips resting on his chin, watching Y/N’s every move. You see, the reason all of this was pissing him off, causing his face to knit into a scowl was because it had only been two months since they’d stopped seeing eachother, Y/N spinning him some bullshit about how she needed to focus on the golden trio and not him. And well, nobody rejects Draco Malfoy. He’d tried in the beginning to win her back, leaving her expensive gifts outside her door, persuading some first year minions to send her letters on his behalf, all of which she’d rejected. Then it turned nasty. Draco ended up fucking half of the girls in slytherin, attempting to make her come and talk to him, even if it turned into an argument. But she didn’t, she simply scoffed when Goyle would shout about loud Draco and Pansy’s sex was in their dorm room, roll at eyes at the hickeys adorning Sally-Ann’s neck and laugh with Hermione about his persuit of Tracy. What pissed him off the most though was how completely unbothered Y/N was acting, as if they’d never even spoken before.

“Draco what’re you staring at?” Astoria asked, Draco suddenly becoming aware that his eyes were burning holes in Y/N, his gaze unbreaking.

“Nothing.” He responded blankly. “Nothing important at all.”

XXX

Y/N held Hermione’s hands in hers as they danced on the floor together, being some of the only students who recognised the muggle songs that were playing. She loved when Hermione got drunk, her usual up-tight personality disappearing revealing a very care free one instead. Y/N herself could feel the alcohol rushing to her head as she twirled her best friend round in a circle below her, Hermione bursting into a fit of giggles when their hands became twisted and got stuck in an awkward position.

“I am going to go to the toilet.” Hermione suddenly announced, unlinking her arms from Y/N’s and staggering away towards the stairs.

“Hang on a minute,” Y/N said, following her giggling, “I’ll accompany you.” Hermione nodded quickly, holding Y/N’s hand as they climbed the marble staircase up towards the girls toilets.

“Such a good friend to me.” Hermione slurred as Y/N opened the toilet door for her, promising to hold it closed from outside for her. She laughed at Hermione’s drunk clinginess, listening to her babbling’s from the hallway. Just as she got comfortable a hand holding the door firmly shut, she heard footsteps coming in her direction.

“Sorry, the toilets occupied, you might have to wait.” She called out. To her slight shock, Draco appeared at the top of the stair case, gaze magnetic, jaw clenched. “Oh.” Y/N murmmered, awkwardly looking down towards her feet, the music from the common room still pounding the walls of the hallway.

“That’s not a very polite way to greet me Y/L/N” Draco smirked, watching how Y/N still crumbled a little under his stare. “Problem?”

“Not at all, just wondering what you want with me.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, unbothered. He stepped closer.

“Just wanted a chat.” She swallowed as he moved increasingly closer, his cologne already making her throat close.

“Thought you were a bit busy for a chat.” Y/N grimaced, moving closer to the wall and further from him. “You know, you look a bit busy chatting with Astoria,” She sent him a warning look “and Pansy and Tracy and Sally-Ann.” Draco chuckled at her feisty tone.

“Jealous?” He teased, twirling his family ring around on his finger, looking darkly at her through his eyelashes.

“Hardly.” She scoffed. But he could tell she was lying from the way she couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Well you might be pleased to know,” Draco began closing the gap between them with a few large strides, one of his pale hands coming up to stroke her cheek, “It’s not good enough for me, since I’ve been with you.” Just as Y/N went to respond, Hermione ermerged from the bathroom. She awkwardly glanced at the situation, mouth opening and closing like a fish before walking back wards towards the stairs.

“I-I’m gonna go,” She stammered, turning and running down the staircase, “I think I heard Ron calling for me.” Both Draco and Y/N watched her leave, Y/N cursing her best friend for not taking her with her.

“Where were we?” Draco began again, his hand returning to her cheek. “Oh yes,” He moved his head closer towards hers, her breath getting caught in her throat, “and it’s not going to work for you either, this stupid arrangement.” Y/N scoffed again, this time rolling her eyes.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” This time, Draco’s hand trailed it’s way from her cheek to her throat, squeezing just gently enough that she began to squirm.

“Because nobody can equal me.” Then he closed the gap, his lips pushing against hers, causing her to moan slightly as his teeth bit on her bottom lip. “No more games princess,” he cooed, “tell me what you want.” Y/N grabbed onto his back needily, moving closer to his ear so that she could whisper in it.

“Just fuck me Malfoy, you know it’s what we both need.” He growled then, attacking her neck with his mouth, carrying her on his front down the hallway to his dorm room, opening the door effortlessly with his free hand. He barged into the room, striding straight to his bed, laying her down roughly, so that her legs were dangling off of the edge and she was on her back. Draco growled again when her dress rode up just high enough so that her panties poked out underneath, his dick hardening with every new inch of flesh he got to see.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, watching how she squirmed every time his finger tip touched a new part of her body. He took off her dress, discarding it carelessly to the floor, unbothered about where it went. Then, he hooked his fingers in her thong and yanked it down, watching how she gasped when the cold air from the room hit her. He grinned as he stroked her slit with his fingers, making her let out a string of profantities and his name. “God, say my name again princess.” He hissed as he inserted a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out roughly.

“Draco!” Y/N exclaimed, eyes squished closed as he inserted a second finger into her pussy, She moaned loudly as he sped up, his other hand coming up to her clit, rubbing it in a way that made her hands shoot to his hair, pulling at it. “Don’t stop,” She cooed, making eye contact with him finally, “please don’t let it stop.” He grinned at her pleading but complied, continuing his movements until her shaking legs gave way, her cum wetting his fingers. He pulled them out after her climax before placing them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Sweeter than honey.” He announced, standing up and pulling her so that he was above her. She simply whined as he undid his belt swiftly, pulling out his cock, letting it spring free. “God,” He whispered as he lined himself up with her entrance, “nobody takes this cock like you do.” Draco pushed himself in, making her hiss with pleasure as she took him. He began to thrust into her, the slight curve of his dick hitting the spot inside of her that made her writhe in pure pleasure. “None of those stupid little whores take this cock as good as you princess.” He muttered into her ear as one of his hands came up to snake around her throat, his mouth peppering kisses on her forehead. “Whose my best girl?”

“Me!” Y/N moaned out, feeling his dick reach places that nobody else could, no matter how hard they tried. “I’m yours Draco, I’m yours.” He grunted out at her words, never so pleased to hear the phrase. He continued to hit her G spot over and over again causing her legs to start shaking again. “Dray I’m gonna-”

“I know, I know, let it princess.” He cooed at her gently, moving a strand of hair out of her face as it contorted into an “O” shape. Her legs began to vigorously shake then and Draco could feel her walls tightening around him. “Oh shit, I love you Dray, I love you.” She cried as he felt her cum. He growled into her ear at her tightness, letting his thrusts become sloppy inside of her.

“I love you too.” He moaned into her ear as she felt his cum release inside of her all at once, causing him to collapse on top of her in exhaustion. Y/N sighed happily as he moved off of her to fall at her side. “Can’t believe you spent two months ignoring me just to tell me you love me.” He smirked, fake gasping when she began swatting his arm.

“You said it back after fucking half of slytherin.” Y/N replied defensively, melting into his arms as Draco pulled the covers over them, snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her into him, kissing her neck gently.

“Yes but nobody compares to you Y/N, never will.” Draco whispered gently, feeling any tension in Y/N’s body melt underneath him. “You are absolutely unforgettable.”

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hands-on learner| (m)

Word: 3.5k

Pairing: hentai voice actor!Seokjin x hentai voice actor!Reader

Genre: mature, smut, fluff

Summary: seokjin teaches you in unethical way on how to give your best hentai voice.

Warnings: hentai, public sex, DEGRADING, humiliation, dirty talk, rough sex, slut is used multiple times, fingering, overstimulation, choking, spitting, unprotected sex, ass & pussy slapping

a/n: just a quick one-shot for my babes. hope you enjoy this fic :) remember that your comments and support are what motivates me to write!

When you were little you always wanted to help people. The teacher would ask you what you want to be when you grow up, and you would reply to a doctor or a nurse somewhere in the lines of helping people. But when you came to the age of realizing that you live in a world where being the person you want to be came with a price such as starving yourself in order to pay for college classes you changed what you wanted to be.

You are still helping people but not in a way that people would give a noble peace award for. As in right now you are reading a lewd script and fake orgasming. “ Y/N, reshoot. The words are off,” the director tells you. You look at the screen and watch as the hentai girl is getting pumped by an overload of semen, and you do a voiceover of a few high pitch moans and cries. “ Okay! Good,” the director gives you a thumbs up.

You smile and gulp the water soothing your throat, you get out of the sound booth immediately bumping into Seokjin's chest. “ Watch and learn how a real pro does his work,” he tells you in a cocky tone. Seokjin is just wearing a hoodie and jeans yet he looks like a high class model, his light brown hair is pushed back and he looks hot but too bad he is an asshole.

Rolling your eyes you push his chest away, “ No thanks. All you have is a couple of weird cringey dialogue and a few grunts,” you hear him laugh as he enters the vocal booth. You sit down next to Yoongi who is part of the sound engineer making sure everything goes well. “ I hate him. He thinks he is all that, look at him,” you scoff.

“ Yeah, it also looks like you want to fuck him,” Yoongi lets out a chuckle. Okay, he is not wrong. You want to fuck Seokjin at least once to get all the sexual tension out of the way but somewhere in the back of the mind you think Seokjin likes to fuck in front of mirrors so he can watch himself the whole time.

The director taps you on your shoulder and brings you outside in the hallway, “ The team and I were going through the comments from the previous work we have done…” Mr. Kim pulls out his ipad. Your eyes zoom in at some of the comments that make you see red.

@lolligirls- She sounds so fake

↳ @Y/N’sbitch- dumbass all of this is fake. no one is actually having sex in these hentai videos

@hentitties- Clearly this voice actor never had sex...lol

@hrny4animethighs- I couldn’t get past the five minutes, I had to go to a different video

@hentaiaddict- Seokjin is such a good voice actor, I nearly creamed my pants from him just saying hello

“ Thank you Y/N’sbitch, clearly this person knows how things work,” you roll your eyes. You give the ipad back not wanting to see it anymore, what do these people know about voice acting, you're the one getting paid and making them ejaculate in tissue in their gamer room.

Mr. Kim clears his throat before speaking, “ There are more praises and positive comments for Seokjin’s voice so I asked him to give you some pointers. You guys will have to send me a voice memo of the script I’m going to send you tonight,” you make a sound a protest but he gives you a look, “ Or else you will just have a supporting role in the newest project.” He walks off to the other direction. The minute he’s out of earshot you kick the trash can which makes the trash fall out causing you to get more frustrated. You pick up the trash and toss it in the bin, muttering curse words to yourself. Now you have to see Seokjin’s cocky face all night giving you stupid tips that you don’t even need.

You walk back inside the studio, Seokjin is out of the vocal booth and flirting with a woman, while Yoongi is going over the vocal track. “ I heard what happened, in all honesty you are my second favorite voice actor,” Yoongi tells you as you sit next to him.

You sigh, “ Who’s your first?” The chair makes a squeak as you adjust the seat height. Glancing over at Seokjin, he makes eye contact while giving you a smug smile then turning back to his conversation with the lady. Scoffing, you turn your attention to Yoongi as he fiddles with track volume.

Yoongi looks at you, his eyebags are dark “ Jimin,” he nonchalantly says. You aren’t even surprise, since they are fucking around. They are somewhere in the lines of friends to lovers but they are both too stubborn to admit they have deep feelings for eachother.

“ I would have never guessed...at least you are going to be here tonight,” you take a sip of the water down the ice coffee you bought earlier this morning. If Yoongi is here, you have nothing to worry about.

“ Actually it’s just going to be you and Seokjin. Told Mr. Kim I have an important date,” Yoongi’s ears turn red. At least someone is getting dick you think to yourself. “ Try not to kill each other,” he tells you.

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Everyone has left the studio and it’s just you and Seokjin. You are going through your lines, a corny script of a girl spending the night with her boyfriend’s best friend and they end up fucking, nothing out of the ordinary. “ Okay, I’m ready. I don’t want to be here all night,” you look at him casually scrolling on his phone.

“ Aww, don’t be so mean. I know you are dying to be here with me,” Seokjin puts his phone away, coming closer to you after he presses the start button. He tosses his arm over your shoulder, “ Okay let’s get the show on the road princess,” Seokjin guides you to the vocal booth. Immediately you groan, pushing his arm away but your ears turn red at the pet name.

The script is placed right in front of you and you start to read it, going through the introduction of the characters.

Seokjin looks at you more carefully when it gets to the saucy part, his finger on his chin as if he is really inspecting you. “ Mmm, it feels really good,” you whine at the end, making sure you sound as lewd as possible.

Seokjin makes a sharp clap, making you halt from any other sound. “ It doesn’t sound like it feels good. You need to make it sound more real.” Seokjin shakes his head, there’s a small smirk. Your eye twitches wondering if he just wants to purposely get you irritated. “ Do it again, but this time make it sound like someone is actually fucking you,” he nods his head for you to continue.

The last time you got fuck was a year ago, and it was a bad experience. You didn’t even orgasm and the guy came in less than five minutes. This time you repeat the line but with a whiny and sultry tone. Seokjin sighs, shaking his head in disappointment and you get frustrated. “ Well okay then teach me, because I think I sound fucking great,” you pull at the strand of your hair.

“ No need to get mad, I can help you,” Seokjin laughs at your frustration. He comes closer to you and you can smell his faint masculine cologne, his body is close to you. “ I want you to imagine it as if I was fucking you,” he whispers darkly.

You bite your cheek from cursing him off, but you should at least try it out. So you envision him fucking you from behind. The image of his manly hand wrapped around your head while the other is around your neck. He’s probably the type to fuck you like you don’t matter and you can’t help it that actually turns you on. “ Mmm, it feels really good,” you moan as if he is actually ramming his cock into you. You look at his approval and he nods, a small sense of victory comes over you. Until you feel his hand pushing your hair to the other side you leaving one side of your neck bare. He is closer to you, right behind you, his chest barely touching your body.

“ Is this okay?” He whispers into your ear. You whisper a yes and his plump lips kiss your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses that leaves your skin tingling. “ I’m barely touching you and you are so reactive,” he takes notice of your heavy breathing. He licks a small part of your neck, then blows on it watching you squirm at the sudden coldness.

“ Someone can walk in,” you look at the door. You don’t remember locking it, and what if the janitor comes in. Maybe that makes it more tempting for you, being caught in Seokjin’s lust. “ Seokjin,” you whine as he bites on your earlobe.

“ You would like that...to have someone see you getting fucked hard by me. Drooling because of my cock is hitting you in just the right spot,” his hand goes under your shirt just resting on bare waist. Then his fingers tracing up and down your stomach meeting the underside of your bra but then going back down.

“ I-no,” you shake your head in defiance. He laughs and grabs your jaw forcing your neck to twist and look at him. His eyes are darker, and he gives you a pointed look making you change your answer. “ Yes, I’d like that,” you whimper, as his rough hand pats your cheek heavily as a reward.

“ See silly girl, lying won’t get you anywhere,” he taunts you. His body then pushes you forward so you now against the glass window, you place your hands on the cold glass. Seokjin takes his time taking off your clothes. You are the only one naked on the and the cold air from the ac makes your nipples hard and from the lustful stare Seokjin has. “ I should just leave you like this and call everyone here to look at you,” Seokjin has a sinister smile when you shake your head in fear. “ Why? You look like a perfect slut. I bet you are already wet from just me kissing your neck,” he pushes your chest so your back is now against the cold window.

The degrading names are something new to you, and your thighs squeezed together try to relieve some pain. “ Then leave me here. I bet someone else can fuck me better than you,” you shrug your shoulders, hoping he’ll get mad.

His jaw clenches, “ Spread your legs,” he forcefully helps you by slapping the inside of your thighs. “ Look at you so fucking wet,” he comments looking down at your drolling lips. His hand then comes to slap your cunt, you flinch but then feel the pain subside to pleasure. Your body coming forward falling into his chest but his hand pushes you back to the glass, “ Take it like a good slut,” he tsk at you shaking his head. The slaps come in intervals as he chuckles at your betweens of moaning and whimpering. A few slaps hitting your clit and you cry out his name to slap you more. By the time he is done your cunt feels numb and your legs shake, your hands fisting at his shirt. “ We just started and you are already giving up on me,” he massages your cunt soothingly, spreading your arousal and barely entering the tip of his finger in your entrance.

Shaking your head, you look up at him, “ Seokjin, please fuck me. I want to be your good slut,” you deliriously say in ecstasy. His lips lift up and his two fingers thrust quickly into you, with no warning. Your head falls forward onto his hard chest staring at his fingers thrusting deep and hard, the juices becoming more apparent on his hand. You have never been this wet in your whole life, is this what you have been missing?

One of his hands pulls your hair back to you looking at him, “ Open wide,” you do as you are told and he spits in your mouth. The spit slides easy as you swallow it, opening your mouth for more as if it was fiji water. He spits again and purposely misses your mouth landing on your cheek, “ Oops,” he smirks then wiping his spit across your whole cheek. And you don’t care, just consumed in the pleasure of his fingers still fucking you open. Your eyes roll back when his fingers curl, your stomach feeling warm. “ Come on my fingers you dirty slut, make them smell like you,” he watches you unravel.

One last thrust and you come all over his fingers, thighs shaking when he continues to thrust at fast pace not stopping when you try to pull away. He pushes you even more to the glass so you have no escape but to come again on his fingers, your body is confused to having back to back orgasms. Screaming his name in ecstasy, your cunt pulsates at the euphoric sensation. Body releasing everything you got, your chest is heavy and you finally feel him pull his fingers out, his fingers then shoving in your mouth. “ My fingers are dirty because of you,” he chastises you. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of you tasting your own come for the first time, his intense gaze watches you suck the juices off his fingers. Moaning around his finger just like it was your favorite flavor lollipop. Sucking one last time, your lips smack as he pulls them out, “ Fuck me like you hate me,” your hand travel to his hard bulge lightly squeezing it.

You close your eyes and pucker your lips when he leans down, only for him to whisper into your ear, “ I don’t wanna see your face if I fuck you,” he twist your body so your breast are flat against the window, side of your face pressed down on it too. You take a deep breath partially because you're nervous yet excited about what is about to come. The sound of his buckle is being undone and his pants, there’s no preparation as he thrust his cock into. Yelping at the sudden force, one of his hands holds against your throat and the other tight on your waist. His thrust are fast and rough, fucking you to his own pleasure and you don’t mind. “ I’m surprise you're tight,” he thrust harder and you cry out in pleasure, “you’re not fucking anyone, right?” Your mind is blank, only focusing on the thickness of his cock stretching you out painfully good. His hand occasionally squeezes your throat, letting your life be at his hands. He slaps your ass hard, you cry at the stinging sensation. “ Answer me slut,” he spanks your ass again harder.

Shaking your head the best you could you answer. “ No. There’s nobody,” your body jolts at his thrusts. You try your best staying still, your hands holding against the window, not providing much stability. “ Fuck Seokjin, it’s too much,” you whine. Not sure what is too much. The feeling is overwhelming, you think. Never had been fucked this good.

His hand leaving your throat slides down to your clit, “ Shut up, you can handle it,” he chuckles, slapping your clit, shooting more sparking sensation in your core. “ I can’t stand your fucking mouth. Always talking shit about me, stupid slut. I can hear what you say about me to Yoongi. The voice booth is two way,” he pinches your clit.

Your eyes widen and you mentally want to slap yourself, but who cares the amazing sex is the consequent of your big mouth. Seokjin jackhammers into you, constantly hitting the spot that makes your eyes go cross eyed. The stars are evident when he rubs your clit hard, clawing at the window trying to grab onto anything you moan his name so lewdly as you orgasm harder than the previous two, it sounds like it came for a high-budget porno.

Your thighs tremble at the aftermath of your orgasm yet you want him to use you more. “ Are you gonna take my come like a good slut?” Seokjin asks. His hand moving from your clit to the back of your hair pulling your head back.

“ Mmm, yes I want you to fill me up,” you moan at the thought of his come covering your walls. Three more hard thrust he unravels, grunting your name and coming deep into you, holding your body tight to his.

There’s the feeling of his shirt sticking to your sweaty back but you ignore the uncomfortable feeling. Your body falling limply into his arms as he carries your weight. Breathing is loud from both parties, he kisses your head and rubs your arms in a soothing manner. “ I’m going to get tissues real quick, okay?” You nod, your throat feeling sore from all the screaming. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek before running outside the vocal booth to get a tissue and water. You slide your body on the floor muscles strained from the rough sex, he comes back with a concerned look.

He sits down beside you, but then puts you on his lap laying the back of your head against his chest. He gently spreads your legs, and wets the tissue then uses it to clean the mess he made. Your eyes close, not used to feeling this kind of emotion, like you want to be comforted and swaddled. “ Open your mouth for me, baby,” Seokjin presses the water lightly on your lips. Parting your lips the nice cold liquid travels down your throat, relieving a small part of pain. “ Good girl,” he whispers, one hand caressing your cheek. “ My beautiful baby did a good job today,” he kisses the side of your forehead. You hum in delight at the compliment loving the feeling. He continues praising you, hands caressing every inch of skin and kissing your cheeks.

When you finally have the energy to get dressed, the room is silent because for once you guys aren’t bantering. You look at him and he is scrolling on his phone like he didn’t just fuck you to oblivion. And it kind of hurts that he’s not looking at you despite him giving all that aftercare. Maybe it’s your after sex hormones making you emotional. “ Imma just go,” your voice is hoarse. He looks up quickly showing you his sparkly eyes, “ I can’t really work like this,” you point to your throat, there’s a slight burn as you speak.

“ Wait, I ordered us food,” Seokjin stands up showing you the receipt order of kimchi jjigae on his phone. “ But if you want to leave, that's fine,” he rubs his neck. “ Let me at least order you a taxi,” he goes on his phone.

“ No!” You embarrassingly say loudly. His eyes widened at the sudden outburst. You blush like an idiot, “ I mean, no I would like to stay and eat kimchi jjigae with you.” Seokjin smiles and you smile back.

You and Seokjin waste no time eating the food, taking less than fifteen minutes to finish the food. “ I’m too tired to do the voice memo. I’ll just take the supporting role,” you lay your head back in defeat.

Seokjin is cleaning the mess and he shakes his head, “ I’ll tell him that you did a good job and that we forgot to record it,” he throws the food cartons in the trash can.

“ Yeah but those stupid comments,” you groan loudly. “ What if I do suck?” You ask yourself, thinking about @hrny4animethighs’ comment.

“ Impossible. You are a talented voice actress, those comments are just trolls.” Seokjin sits down next to you.

You face him, smiling at his nice comment. “ Really?” You get fuck by Seokjin once and now your head over heels for him.

“ Yes.” Seokjin cutely rubs your head. “ But if you need any help, just imagine me fucking you,” he laughs as you groan pushing his hand away. “ You want to know I’m so good at hentai voice acting?” You nod at his question. “ Because I imagine you,” he likes the way your cheeks flush.

He stares at your lips, “ Are you finally going to kiss me?” He doesn’t answer but kissing you softly something that you didn’t expect after the filthy sex you guys had earlier. His lips feel like soft pillows and you could feel yourself getting lost, your hands finally get to feel what his hair feels like. Soft and silky.

“ Go out with me,” he pulls a centimeter away. His breath hitting your lips.

The Kim Seokjin wants to go out with you? “ It’s only fair because you gave me some pointers,” you shrug. Seokjin chuckles and attacks you with kisses, wondering how he is falling quickly for you.

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