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ticklishfiend · 3 years

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Man, I always feel awkward doing these, lol. Hello! I found your work recently and really love what I've read so far! As I notice your prompts are open at the moment, if you're up for it, I'd love to see a Shinsou/Deku fic. Platonic or romantic, I don't have a preference. I just love those two together so dang much. Keep up the great work! ^^

A/N : aaa omg ok i absolutely LOVE ur blog and all ur fics, tysm for sending in a prompt!! also, this is a little longer than originally intended and i wrote it in a night so hopefully it isn't too dogshit LMAOO and pls keep in mind that this is my very first time writing for shinsou, so im not 100% sure what im doing lol <33 anyways, i rlly hope you enjoy!!

Patterned Socks (My Hero Academia)

Ship : Lee!Midoriya / Ler!Shinsou

Summary : Shinsou is nervous after inviting Izuku over to his room, as he only just realized his crush on the green-haired boy a few weeks prior. But when Izuku shows up in full All Might attire, Shinsou can't help but tease the boy to the point of new discoveries.

Word Count : 3494

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Shinsou couldn’t help but feel a little...nervous. It wasn’t like he and Izuku had never hung out before, the freckled boy had invited Shinsou to hang out multiple times with his own group of friends, and it always made the usually kept-to-himself boy feel surprisingly loved and thought about. He’d even had a sleepover with Izuku and his friends before, and he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun for him, as he honestly had a great time, it was just...this was going to be his and Midoriya’s first time hanging out...alone.

Being alone with Izuku shouldn’t make him feel this nervous, this bubbly, this giddy. But it did. The boy with the mop of green mess on his head wasn’t even in Shinsou’s fucking room yet and somehow the teen with eye bags deeper than the ocean itself was more than wide awake with the nerves zooming through his system. He couldn’t help it though. Not after his realization weeks ago that, ‘oh shit, maybe I actually have a crush on this little nerd.’

So here Shinsou was, sitting cross-legged with a straight posture in the middle of his bed like a fucking lunatic, twiddling his thumbs and picking at his fingers like he was minutes away from taking the biggest exam of his life, when the only thing he had to currently expect was that timid, awkward kid from Class-1A to knock on his door and hang out with him for a few hours-

Knock! Knock!

“Hey, it’s Midoriya! I’m here, sorry if I’m late!” the muffled voice from behind the bedroom door was unmistakable, and somehow it made Shinsou’s heart stop for just a moment from nerves.

‘Fucking pull yourself together!’ Shinsou thought to himself as he slid off his bed, wiping his sweaty hands against the soft and linted fabric of his plaid pajama pants. ‘You’re acting like he’s here to murder you! You’re just a couple of friends hanging out, you’re making this a way bigger deal than it needs to be!’

“You’re fine, just one sec,” Shinsou spoke nonchalantly as he made his way towards the full length mirror propped up next to his closet. He hated that he actually cared enough to look at himself, to make sure he looked good, but not too good to have Izuku think he was trying to impress him or anything, even if he WAS trying to impress him, but just not-

“Okie dokie! Take your time!” Izuku giggled, and Shinsou swore all the sweat he had JUST wiped off his gross, clammy hands had just pooled right back to his palms at that adorable little sound. That stupid fucking giggle was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.

With a sigh of frustration at himself, Shinsou finally made his way towards his door, giving himself one last peek at his mirror over his shoulder before whipping his head back around and opening the door as nonchalantly as someone could perform the action.

As the door swung open, Shinsou was greeted by the sweetest smile a person could probably ever muster, the boy in front of him lifting a bag up towards the boy’s face with a giggle.

“I brought gummy worms,” Midoriya chuckled shyly, scratching the back of his neck. Shinsou couldn’t help the small tinge of endearment his eyebrows gave before trying to go back to his stoic, edgy persona, giving the boy a small smirk.

“Of course you did,” he snickered, opening the door wider to let the boy inside. “Sit your stuff wherever, I don’t mind. Just put your shoes by the door,” Shinsou shut the door behind them once he saw that Izuku was fully inside, already sitting his stuff down by the bed.

“Oh sure, no problem,” Midoriya nodded towards Shinsou, making his way back towards the door as he carefully slipped his signature red sneakers off to sit by the doorframe. Shinsou finally sat back down on his own bed, but never stopped watching the boy go about his room. It was Midoriya’s first time visiting the boy’s room, and to Shinsou it just felt so...odd, seeing him actually in here, being able to look at everything he had up on his walls and the little messes scattered around his floor. He felt almost a little insecure.

It was a colder Saturday, and it seemed Midoriya had no other plans besides hanging out with the purple-headed teen, as Shinsou saw that he was sporting a worn-out hoodie with All Might’s face adorning the front that he’s probably had for God knows how long, and some oversized pajama pants that were decorated to look like All Might’s own hero suit. He was such a fucking fanboy, even when he was trying to be comfortable. It was...it was too fucking cute.

Once Izuku had finished the business with his shoes, he made his way over to Shinsou’s bed, joining the boy on the small mattress as he climbed on top. Shinsou was sat on the front of his bed, his back against his pillows, while Midoriya had chosen to sit at the end of the bed, his legs outstretched so his feet were just about a foot away from Shinsou’s own crossed legs. Midoriya looked at Shinsou with a smile.

“So...what’cha wanna do?” Midoriya asked, propping his body up with his arms behind his back, tilting his head to the side at his question. Shinsou sucked on his teeth in thought, letting out a small “Hmm…” before scanning Midoriya up and down subconsciously. His eyes made his way down to the boy's feet propped in front of him, his eyebrows quirking at the sight before a grin stretched across his face. His head was tilted downwards towards the boy’s feet as his eyes wandered back upwards towards Midoriya’s eyes, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Are you for real right now?” Shinsou asked playfully, his eyes glancing back down towards the boy’s socks before looking back up into Midoriya’s eyes, who looked a little confused. “You even wear All Might socks?!”

Midoriya’s eyes widened a bit at Shinsou’s realization, his hand slapping at his own mouth to cover the smile etching across his face from embarrassment. His cheeks were just faintly flushed, but it was enough to make Shinsou chuckle in endearment.

“I didn’t even realize!” Midoriya muffled behind the palm of his hand a giggle escaping that made Shinsou’s brain short circuit for just a second before coming back down to reality, shaking his head with a snicker of fondness. “I wear these all the time…”

“You are unbelievable, Midoriya,” Shinsou chuckled, before gently cupping the underside of Izuku’s heel and raising it up closer to his own face. Midoriya let out a small gasp, his leg jerking just slightly from surprise, but not so much for Shinsou to lose his grasp. Where Shinsou had gained the slight confidence to take such an action, the edgy teen had no clue. But Midoriya honestly seemed to be...liking the attention? The smile was evident, even behind the palm of his hand, and even though his eyes were wide and cautious, they looked daringly into Shinsou’s own, almost asking him to make a bolder move without needing to say a word. Though really, the smile was more than enough to agg Shinsou on even further. Who was he to deny this cutie the attention he so obviously wanted?

Shinsou’s grasp on Izuku’s heel tightened a bit, enough to make Midoriya stiffen, now both of his hands going up to cup at his mouth and keep himself quiet, almost like he was trying to keep himself from protesting. Shinsou gazed at Izuku’s cute, flushed face one more time before looking back down at the socked foot in his hand, taking note of the design on the sole. It was decorated in different cartoon All Might designs. One of his face, one of his signature catchphrase “I AM HERE!”, one of his full body hero suit, and one of just his trademark bunny-like hair. Shinsou grinned at this, deciding to make his own little game out of the designs.

“So you wear these socks a lot?” Shinsou asked with a teasing tilt of his head, looking back up to Midoriya without moving the boy’s foot an inch. Izuku raised one eyebrow in slight confusion before nodding his head. Shinsou hummed with a nod, his eyes wandering back down to the sock. “So if I were to poke at...this spot here…” Shinsou brought a finger up from his free hand to the sock, his nail just barely scratching at one of the cartoons on the sole of Izuku’s foot. Izuku jerked at the sensation, a small yip muffled by his hands still being heard by the purple-haired boy teasing him near to death, much to Shinsou’s amusement. “...could you tell me which design it was?”

Shinsou continued his gentle wiggling of one finger, but it was just enough to get Izuku tittering behind his hand, one eye squeezed shut as the other glared at the boy. Izuku gave him no response, however, only pulling at his leg slightly when Shinsou scratched over particularly sensitive areas that made him let out louder snickers than others. Shinsou playfully tisked with a shake of his head.

“Not gonna play my game, huh? I thought you wanted to do something fun, Midoriya,” Shinsou just sighed with a smile, a small evil glint shining in his eyes that gave Izuku goosebumps and made his own eyes widen in...fear? Giddiness? Excitement? “Fine. New game,” Shinsou grinned wickedly before snatching up both of Midoriya’s feet and locking them by their ankles in between one of his elbows. Midoriya let out a loud gasp of shock, before playfully tugging at his feet as if he wanted to escape. They both knew it was all just for show. “Try to stay quiet.”

Midoriya’s eyes widened before immediately slamming shut at the teasingly ticklish sensations that danced across his left socked foot. Shinsou scraped at the sole slowly, using only his first three fingers to do so, but good fucking God was it effective. Midoriya’s hands seemed to be glued to his mouth at this point, almost squeezing at his cheeks to try to keep quiet, though the muffled titters did not go unnoticed by the tickling teen before him.

“Aww, whatsa matter, Midoriya?” Shinsou teased with a small grin, his fingers edging their way upwards towards the bottoms of his toes, curling into the spot he knew to be sensitive on himself which only made Izuku shriek behind his hands. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish~”

Izuku shook his head, though the way his body was practically vibrating under Shinsou spoke volumes. “Oh, you aren’t, huh? You’re not ticklish? Not even a teensie weensie bit?”

Izuku once again shook his head, the slow and gentle tickles provided by Shinsou giving Izuku just enough leeway to lie his way through this playful torment with only tiny titters and snickers. But the moment he felt his toes being pulled back by the side of Shinsou’s hands, both of his eyes shot open in excited fear.

“Well that just won’t do, now will it? I’m a pretty convincing guy, though, so maybe we can change that up a bit,” Shinsou grinned before scratching the nail of his thumb into Midoriya’s now stretched out toes, and Izuku couldn’t hold back anymore. The boy let out a stream of giggles behind one hand, his other now shooting down to clutch at his belly.

“AHAHA! Wahahait! Nohoho!” Izuku’s eyes squeezed shut, throwing himself back to lay flat on the bed, both of his hands moving up to cover his now terribly blushing face. Shinsou snickered, incredibly amused at the boy’s intense cuteness. “I’m sohohorreheheehe!”

“Aw, you’re sorry? For what?” Shinsou chuckled before raking all four of his fingers down the sole of Izuku’s socked foot, the boy letting out a yelp at the change before dissolving back into his adorable stream of giggles.

“I dohohon’t knohohohow!” Izuku shook his head, his feet just barely pulling at Shinou’s grasp out of pure bodily instinct. Shinsou just smiled fondly, chuckling a little in amusement. The purple-haired teen zeroed in on one particular spot right under the ball of Midoriya’s foot, the poor boy under him letting out a small shriek before arching his back at the sensation, shaking his head wildly.

“Ohoho, this a good spot, Midoriya? Right here?” Shinsou scratched at the sensitive area, Izuku cackling at the sensation before shooting his hands down to clutch at the front of his own hoodie, his knuckles almost turning white. “Aw, it is, isn’t it? You can’t take it here, huh?”

“AHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” Midoriya cackled, pulling at his hoodie even harder, enough where Shinsou could even see the space of skin right under the boy’s pale neck. It was freckled there too, he noted, and...he couldn’t help but wonder if he was freckled anywhere else too.

“Please what? If you want me to stop just say so,” Shinsou tilted his head, observing very closely as he noticed Izuku’s face grow an even darker shade of tickled pink. He chuckled in delight as he heard no sounds of protest from the cackling boy underneath him. “Aw, that’s it, isn’t it? You don’t want me to stop?”

“DOHOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” Izuku giggled wildly, pulling his hoodie up to cover his face and hopefully muffle those adorable laughs as much as he could, though of course he succeeded in only looking as cute as ever.

“Don’t do what?” Shinsou smirked, his fingers moving to his other foot to scratch at the same oh-so sensitive spot, now mirrored. Midoriya practically screamed into the fabric of his hoodie at the change in sensation, curling his body upwards instinctively before flopping himself back down onto the bed through his fit of cackles.

“TEHEHEASE MEHEHE!” Izuku cackled, pulling at his feet just enough to seem like he was fighting the playful torture, when really Shinsou saw right through him and all his All Might merch far too easily.

“Oh so you WANT me to tease you? You like being teased, Midoriya?” Shinsou snickered at the panicked giggles escaping through the fabric of Izuku’s hoodie, wiggling his fingers back into that oh so sensitive curve right underneath Izuku’s toes that made the boy scream in ticklish agony. “You’re so sensitive, y’know that? So ticklish even with your little All Might socks on. I wonder, though, will it tickle worse if you don't have All Might to protect you?” Shinsou smirked before slipping his fingers under the edge of Midoriya’s sock, the green-haired boy letting out a loud gasp before whipping his head out from the hiding spot in his hoodie.

“No! Dohohon’t!” Midoriya giggled as Shinsou teasingly edged the sock slowly up the boy’s foot, not having even tickled the bare foot yet but somehow still getting a rise out of him.

“I haven’t even started yet! Are you really so ticklish you’ll laugh when tickles are even threatened?” Shinsou grinned, testing his theory once he threw the sock over to the side by wiggling his fingers just above the boy’s bare foot where Midoriya could see from his angle. Sure enough, Midoriya absolutely dissolved into a puddle of giggles, his arms clutching at his tummy as he barely tugged at his trapped feet. Shinsou couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, I was kidding, I didn’t think it would actually be true!”

“Juhuhust do it alreadhehehe! Plehehehease! I can’t tahahake it!” Midoriya pleaded, his hands moving to cover up his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at Shinsou. Shinsou felt his heart swell in adoration.

“You want me to tickle you that bad?~” Shinsou teased, slowly swiping one finger from the top of Izuku’s bare foot down to the heel, the boy gasping at the sensation, curling the foot up as much as it would go.

“Plehehease, I cahahahan’t!-” Izuku was a flustered mess under Shinsou, squirming and blushing into the oversized fabric of his hoodie, giggling like a child all the while. Shinsou finally gave in, scribbling his nails on the sole of his foot, pushing Midoriya to squeal before dissolving into panicked, high-pitched cackles. “GAHAHAHA! SHIHIHINSOHOHOU! AHAHA NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

“It doesn’t even sound like you know what you really want anymore, huh?” Shinsou giggled, slowing his fingers down to small, teasing scratches on the boy’s soles, both socked and bare. Izuku was a puddle of snickers and giggles, barely pulling on his feet as he finally opened up his eyes as much as he could to gaze up at his tormentor. Shinsou looked down at him with a smile, finally stopping his tickling to rest Izuku’s feet in his crossed lap. Midoriya’s breathing was heavy, but the smile on his face seemed plastered on, and didn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Shinsou tilted his head at the boy with a grin. “So...you liked that, didn’t you?”

Izuku whined, shoving his flushed face into his hands. “I mean...I don’t know…”

“It’s okay if you do...it’s uh…” Shinsou chuckled sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. “It’s kind of...cute, y’know?”

Midoriya peeked out from behind his hands to peer at Shinsou, before bringing his arms down to prop himself up and get a better look at the boy. “You thought it was...cute?”

“Well yeah, I mean...you were all giggly and stuff, and I uh, already kinda thought you were cute beforehand so that just kinda heightened the cuteness I guess,” Shinsou had a hard time making eye contact with Izuku, acting almost as if HE had been the one tickled to near tears just moments ago. He suddenly felt so shy, just like he had felt before Midoriya arrived. Where did all that previous confidence come from? And where did it go when he needed it the most? (now!) “Not to mention the fact you liked it in the first place. That’s just downright criminally adorable.”

“Quit it!” Midoriya whined with a giggle, though he left his feet in Shinsou’s lap, only kicking them out slightly during his fussing. He let out a huff of air, clearly embarrassed and very flustered. “I...I was nervous before I got here...thank you for that…”

Shinsou blinked. “Wait...you were nervous too?”

Midoriya looked up at Shinsou with a furrowed brow. “Yeah...wait, you were nervous?! Why?!”

Shinsou swallowed. He felt like some kind of nervous lump that had been growing and festering in his tummy this entire time was suddenly trying to crawl from his throat, choking him on his own words. His eyes were a bit wide, and suddenly his hands felt all clammy again like they had before Izuku arrived. “You just, uh...you make me nervous sometimes.”

“Do I do anything wrong?”

“No! No, of course not! It’s just...uh…” Shinsou huffed, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands until he saw fireworks, refusing to meet Midoriya’s gaze. “I kind of...like you…a little bit…”

There was a second of silence, Shinsou’s hands still covering his shy eyes as if to protect him from inevitable rejection. He felt the warmth of Midoriya’s feet slip from his lap, and at the same time felt his heart drop from it’s spot in his ribcage. He almost felt like he could cry...that is, until, he felt fingers start to poke and prod at both sides of his ribs, making him arch his back with wide eyes. Those eyes met Izuku’s own mischievous ones, a smirk growing on the green-headed boy’s still flushed face as accidental giggles started spilling from Shinsou’s lips, his body curling from left to right at each poke and prod.

“H-Hehehey! Whahahat?!-” Shinsou melted into giggles as Izuku started to pinch along his ribs, the boy falling onto his back against the pillows as Izuku straddled his waist fully, still relentless in his tickle attack.

“Stop looking so nervous and mopey, Shin,” Izuku smiled, leaning his head down to touch their foreheads together as he slowed his tickling down to his his hands resting comfortably on Shinsou’s sides. “I like you too.”

Shinsou blinked, never knowing he could blush so much until he realized just how close him and Midoriya’s faces were in that moment. They stared into each other’s eyes for seconds that felt like millenia until…

...until they kissed. And what a kiss it was. Filled with small giggles of pure joy and breathless huffs of air that made them forget they even needed oxygen in the first place. It was perfect and pure and everything Shinsou could’ve ever wanted. That night was filled with more kisses and more tickles than either of them had experienced in a lifetime, but it was worth it for each other. It was more than worth it. It was everything.

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A/N : tysm for reading!! if u enjoyed pls consider reblogging, it helps spread my fics to more ppl who might enjoy!! thanks for the support, much love <33

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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Hello beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a dom Harry Potter smut with a fem reader pls ! ❤️❤️

after party

harry potter x fem!reader

summary: harry thinks you would rather enjoy being with him in his dorm rather than a post win party.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, kissing, fem!receiving oral, clit play, mentions of drugs

a/n: i combined this with another req, also i had no idea how to end this.

‘and potter catches the snitch, yet again gryffindors! wait to go to lions!’ lee jordan’s blissful voice boomed throughout the stadium of the quidditch pitch in delight of his prideful team winning for the third time in a row against the slytherins.

now you were currently hunched over the vermillion love seat in the gryffindor common room-post win party. as well as milking out your second glass of fire whisky that had been offered to you by a weasley, though you weren’t sure which one. now absentmindedly attempting to drown out the boisterous music that had thumped through the mahogany pleats of wood in the outdated floor. the mischievous weasley twins bouncing around from couple to couple playing pest-like pranks on one of the kissing mangle of teens in a child-like manner.

as you glanced around every nook and cranny of the room you caught sight of ron dreadfully endeavouring to flirt with hermione, he was doing something but it definitely wasn’t flirting. his sentences were getting fumbled every few words while his flesh began to bloom in the hue of red due to his tremendous embarrassment at the fact that he couldn’t even utter a sentence to the girl he fancied. hermione continued to bewilderedly gape at the taller gryffindor boy in confusion at what he meant by ‘hogsmeades nice, yeah?’

yet you were still glancing around the room every few seconds to catch sight of the brunette bespectacled boy, who had been the eye catcher of the quidditch win. as your irises erratically scanned the crevices of the room for the brunette boy, you suddenly felt the hands of a slightly taller male wrap around the curvature of your waist, and place his pointed chin directly on the crevice of your sensitive neck.

you gasped at first, unfamiliar as to who was now bounding your personal space— until you felt the familiar callouses through your top from his hands. now realizing it was the seeker prodigy of gryffindor. “played well love, should’ve seen malfoys face.” you chortled at the boy behind you as he bounded from foot to foot at the beat of the exuberant music that collided with the floor, small vibrations running thickly through the both of your connected figures as you awaited his response.

“i think instead of talking about malfoy we should go up to my dorm.” he insisted directly into the shell of your ear, his scent sticking into the aroma of the air around you; the mundane scent of cinnamon and vanilla adhered to his navy flannel that he frequently wore and now adhering to your own clothes frequently.

“nice proposal, need s’more convincing though.” you attempted to tease the strict adrenaline run boy as his swishes to the music continued, his throat clearing in a silent attempt to look at him; doing so you saw his eyebrow steadily raise at you, temptation to defy him was so thick in your brain it couldn’t have been hammered in with a nail even if you desired to do so.

“convince me, harry potter.” you muttered back, his ears catching to your sentence that stuck like honey into his mind in a recurrent loop. as you raised an eyebrow back at him, a small smirk grazing the planes of your lips albeit slight frustration collided into his nervous system. the only thing prohibiting him from making the choice to drag you upstairs at that current moment in time was a possibility of a scene erupting, while most likely the peering eyes of gryffindor catching onto the situation that the boy of you were currently enduring.

“well, it’s empty, and you are extremely alluring, love.” his voice hitting the direct flesh of your ear, his tone subtly getting sonorous as he spoke to you in such tantalizing manner. “hmph, i am.” you agreed sarcastically, a chuckle following your words as you spoke; your eyes dancing around the room again at all the distracted, and tipsy students.

at the begginning of the quidditch celebration, harry barely had a moment to himself to waltz into the common room without a pat on the back or a small ‘good win, mate’ sparing zero time to separate him from his girlfriend and be offered drinks instead. not to forget, a certain pair of weasleys trying to drowse him in alcohol for his recurrent win against the opposing emerald-green clad team.

“tempting, well alright then; show me your best, potter. or are you too tired?” the boy scoffed at your accusation, unwrapping his arms that were sturdy around your torso and now sliding his fingers between your own agile ones. the boy leading you all the way up the boys dormitory stairs, a double whistle boistering in the distance from two older redheads.

without even a sparing a glance or a pause in your strides you both snickered at the ridiculing whistle and continuing to saunter all the way to the deep oak wood door. both of you took an absent pause whilst harry was muttering, something along the lines of ‘muffilato’ and ‘alohomora’ before skidding his wand across the creaking floor and striding over to your figure.

without a second yearning thought the bespectacled boy encased both of his pallid palms on the apples of your cheeks, inherently pushing his lips directly onto your own cushions. the kiss slow and paced at first, taking time to stroll backwards until feeling the plush of his designated bed against the back of your calves was felt.

by the time you were right by the vermillion bed you felt his tongue gush into your mouth hurriedly, catching the taste of fire whisky implanting on his tastebuds from your own. the glide of your lips was effortless on his own, and your fingers starting to grasp at the hem of his flannel and throughly pushing it hastily to his panelled floor.

your lips nearly severing from each other as your back collided with the stitched vermillion comforter of his designated bed, his forearms now keeping a balance over your solemn figure. “this better than the party?” he interrogated between kisses, while one arm kept his balance the other hand started to glide up your top; the collision between your flushed skin and his own was obvious at the searing heat shared between the both of you. his hand steadily pushed the flimsy material around every curve of your body till it was steadily hanging off of his mattress absentmindedly and he took adoringly stare at your torso on display for him.

he fixed the leg of his glasses for a moment as his eyes sauntered over your body like you were a painted masterpiece at the hands of Leonardo D Vinchi himself, or great merlin had produced you from some sort of alluring essence that just couldn’t keep him away.

“much.” your hands made way from the grasp on his lower shirt all the way to the nape of his neck, slightly grasping at the brunette tufts as your lips were slotted together. your tongues in mid collision while his hands danced around the zipper of your jeans, and hastily leaving your lips with one last pull of his teeth before soaking in your amorous aura and darting his lips to the column of your throat.

his cushion lips suckling at your flesh, starting to bloom slight red hued petals onto your skin. the caps of his pearly-teeth diverging into the planes of your flesh, a moan blossoming from your pharynx at his intrusion, kissing the mark once before moving to the planes of your neck and restarting his recurrent behaviour all around your collarbones in a possessive headspace.

his lips now suckling at your abdomen, whilst his hands finally had gotten around the denim material and off of the smooth planes of your thighs all the way down to the curvature of your ankles and leaving the material to rest lazily on the floor.

“harry— please.” it was a distant murmur as he kissed all the way back to the vermillion lace you were clad in, matching to your bralette you had changed into right before the quidditch game. he grinned tremendously at your aching pleads, showcasing his pearly teeth whilst simultaneously looking down at your impatient trembled legs, and tearing the lace directly off of your cunt.

he smiled at the aching folds right in-front of his viewpoint, one that you would never carelessly admit to but that you were yearning for since you saw him clasp his hand around the golden ball. he adorned your figure for a moment, the golden fireplace illuminating your silhouette as he looked upon your heaving chest in anticipation.

he sturdily placed your thighs on the curvature of his shoulders, diving his mouth right onto your cunt and suckling like a babe at your clit, your legs already quivering at his rapid pace from his mouth. his tongue circling around your swollen button, proceeding to probe his tongue around every crevice of your bare cunt in efforts to please you.

harry’s tongue abstinently gliding through your folds in slow, sensual motions, his tongue in a venereal mission. your legs subconsciously trembling on the bend of his shoulder blades, the broil of heat in your stomach finally simmering in perforations of your belly and exploding though your cunt.

“m’gonna— harry, m’gonna cum.” you panted throughly as your hands engrossed in the brunette tresses of his nape. “want you to finish love, c’mon, f’me.” he took an inhalation of air while he spoke to your bleary form, your mind clouding by the minute as he had feasted on your cunt. one of his hands sneaking under your thighs and slotting his fingers on your engorged clit in small circles whilst you gasped at his small motions in stimulation.

you nodded hastily, gasping as you felt his mouth seal on your nub; you were precipitously whimpering at his devotion to your cunt, he glimpse at the curve in your back whilst you were releasing into the facets of his tongue. as you finished your first orgasam with a pant, he sponged a final few kisses to the sensitive complexion of the restricted planes of your inner thighs.

“c’mere.” yoy beckoned him closer, as he hovered his torso onto your own heaving one, he steadily sealed his puffy lips around your own, tasting your sweet nectar taste on your tongue. his own tongue gliding it sultry onto your submandibular muscle, whimpering at the feeling of his actions.

“nice neck.” he observed.

“nice face.” you challenged while swiping the pad of your thumb against his damp lips.

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snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales · 3 years

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Trial and Error (Derek x Reader)

A/N: This has been something living in my brain for a while, and I decided to get it out, along with 5 prompts.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Thank you to @xteenwolfwritingsx and @mymonandsymon for looking this over for me!

Warnings: Some language. As close to smut as I write, (If you squint.) Mostly just fluff, though.

Word count: 1,646

Anon said: “"I'd kill you on the spot if you weren't so nice to look at. Because, full offence, your personality needs a lot of work."”

Anon said: “Can you do 93 & 99 w/ derek hale pls :) thank you!”

(93. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”

99. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”)

Anon said: “Hello! I was wondering if you would be willing to do numbers 8 and 101 with Derek Hale from the the most recent list you have posted? If not it’s okay, thank you ❤️”

(8. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

101. “You got a cute butt.”)

Xxx

You’d barely made it into the loft before you were pinned up against the far wall, Derek holding your hands up on either side of your head at the wrists, his grip much tighter than it should be, but not as much as it could be.

“I thought I told you to stay on your side of the city,” he hissed out, face inches from yours, eyes glowing red, and a low growl rumbling in his chest.

His eyebrows knit in confusion at your smirk, his body pressing against yours as you made a halfhearted effort to push you both off the wall.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a breathy chuckle, which only made him cock one eyebrow up in either amusement or disbelief, you weren’t sure.

“What the hell is so funny?” He asked, both his tone and his weight easing up a bit.

His mistake.

“Oh, nothing,” you mused, looking up and away from him for a few seconds before flipping you both around, holding him pinned against the wall in the same position, your own eyes glowing their bright red as he let out an annoyed snarl. “Just thinking about how things can change in an instant….”

The breath was knocked out of you as you once again were pinned to the wall, this time his weight almost fully against you to keep you still. “What do you want?” He ground out through clenched teeth.

You couldn’t help thinking that the two of you would have been great friends if it weren’t for both of you being Alpha’s. Pack rivalry and whatnot overriding much of any chance at getting any closer than you were now, which given your position physically, was actually pretty damn close.

Baby steps.

“I have an idea,” you began after letting out a huff. Resigned to being stuck against the wall, you relaxed a bit, deciding to try and placate the Big Bad Sourwolf instead of poking him with a metaphorical stick, no matter how fun the latter was. “It would save both of our packs a lot of hassle, and probably save some innocent lives, too, come to think of it-”

“No,” he said firmly, his hold relaxing just a bit.

You looked at him in shock. “You haven’t even heard-”

“I said no!” His voice just as firm as before, he pushed off the wall for emphasis, your body relaxing just slightly, and you rubbed your wrists, despite the fact they were already pretty much healed.

“I’m just trying to be a good leader, Derek, offering you peace and my help for both our sakes and our packs, but because of whatever vendetta you have for me, you’re not willing to listen. Well, you know what? Forget it. You fucking suck.”

Stalking toward the loft door, Derek grabbed your elbow firmly and lightly tugged you to face him, making you roll your eyes again. “What, Hale?”

“I know. Look, I’m sorry. I really don’t know what it is I don’t like about you, I just don’t.”

“Gee, thanks,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet as you fiddled them absently.

Grabbing your shoulders to make you stand still again, you straightened your back and looked him in the eye. It wasn’t the gesture that caught your attention, but the gentleness in it. A new side of Derek Hale had just showed itself, a side you always thought was there, but never got to see, except when he was interacting with his pack.

Very small baby steps.

“But,” he continued pointedly, “I’m willing to put that all aside to listen, for our packs and everyone involved.”

“You’ll really hear me out?” You hated how small your voice sounded.

“I’ll try my hardest.” He smiled a real, genuine smile, and you felt some of the ice crack between you two.

You returned the grin with a small one of your own, before finally saying, “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

Derek laughed, and let go of your shoulders, walking back into the loft, and after a few seconds, you followed him. Looking over his shoulder, he smirked and said, “I’m just trying to be nice.”

You scoffed, then let out a chuckle. "I'd kill you on the spot if you weren't so nice to look at. Because, full offense, your personality needs a lot of work."

Sitting on the couch, he spread his arm out in gesture to the open spot beside him, his own smirk still firmly in place. “So I’ve been told.”

Xxx

Waking up to the wee hours of the morning and a silent loft, you looked around bleary eyed. Once you realized where you were, and who was with you, your eyes went wide.

Laying on the far end of the couch, his legs tangling with yours in the middle at some point while you were both asleep, was Derek, head propped up on the arm of the couch, mouth wide open as a snore escaped him.

You couldn’t contain the giggle from the completely uncharacteristic image of the big bad Hale Alpha, and turned into the couch cushion to smother the sound.

It was only a second later you looked back, but you still jumped as now Derek was looking at you with one eye barely cracked open, his mouth closed in a tight line, but his eyebrow raised in what you now understood was amusement.

Lightly swatting his leg with your own, he said a mock “ow”, but neither of you untangled your legs.

Propping your elbows on the arm of the couch behind you, you glared at him. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to stare?”

You swatted at his legs again, and he did the same, both of you grinning lightly.

“Did the alarm go off or something?” He lazily looked to a box on the wall that must have been some sort of baddie alarm, his hand going to the back of his neck to scratch sleepily. Contented with what he saw, he looked back at you, stilling, hand still on his neck. “What?”

“Why do you assume I woke you on purpose? Why would I put myself in a position to endure even more of your company than I have already had today, which, by the way, is I think more than we have had at once ever?”

He grinned. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

You shrugged, smirking right back at him. “You got a cute butt.”

“Why, thank you,” he said cheekily, his grin doing the same.

Batting his legs again lightly, you heard him mutter, “Okay, that’s it,” and you suddenly found yourself pulled toward him, until you were basically straddling him, your wrists once again tightly held in his hands.

“Stop doing that.” His voice was firm, but soft. His eyes searched your face, but for what, you didn’t know.

Digging your knees into his rib cage, just as some sort of retaliation, he groaned softly at the pressure. You leaned down close to his face and whispered, “Make me.”

Suddenly faster than you could blink, your positions had been flipped, him now straddling you, holding you down. “Okay.”

Trying to fight back, you quickly gave up, huffing, much like earlier in the day, looking up at him with a less than enthusiastic look.

Searching your face again with his eyes, he finally landed on your gaze with knit eyebrows.

Raising yours in question, he let go of your wrists, but you left them beside your head, and he sat back on his haunches, your legs still under him.

“I’m trying to figure out what it is about you that drives me so crazy.”

“I have that effect on lots of people,” you said smugly. “I’m awesome like that.”

“That! That’s it.” He pointed at you, and you sat up, elbows once again on the arm of the couch, eyebrows once again raised in confusion. “Yeah, you drive me crazy, but I’m starting to think it’s not because we hate each other or annoy each other-”

“Are you sure? Because you’re kinda driving me insane just a little bit right now-”

He leaned back over you on your perch on the armrest, face closer than it ever had been, and you found yourself staring at his lips. “Am I?”

If it hadn’t been the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice with those last two words did it. Your eyes drifted shut when he finally met you with a kiss, surprisingly soft and tentative given the tension between you two.

But that was just the first one.

Pulling back just enough to look at you one more time, something was exchanged between you without words and you both surged forward in a heated kiss.

Slowly laying back down all the way, your hands briefly in his hair to make sure this never stopped, pulling him with you, his hands grabbed your wrists putting them by your head like before, but this time trailing his fingers lightly from your elbows up to your hands, fingers tangling with yours as he held your hands.

Instead of restricting, his weight now felt warm, and inviting, and the more of it you felt, the more you wanted.

Turning your head to the side, you had a small grin on your face, but it soon turned into a soft gasp as you felt his lips ghosting ever so lightly over your skin, working from your collarbone, up your neck, and to your ear, where he bit the lobe gently.

When he released it after a second, you turned your head to look at him, lips barely touching one another’s, foreheads pressed together, and heavy breaths being shared, almost as if the breath one was breathing out was what the other required to live.

Xxx

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derryhawkins · 5 years

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I Love Him, Your Honor

summary: During college, Richie works part time at a law office for the sole reason it pays well, and he honestly thinks it’s utter hell. But then he meets another part time employee who works down in the file room and, well, maybe the law office isn’t completely hellish. words: 4.5k a/n: i honestly don’t even know why i’m posting this but hey i made an ao3 account finally and you can read this on there if you want! richie’s part time job is purely based off of mine; i got this idea yesterday when leaving and just ran with it, and thus this chapter was born. idk when the next chapter will be up but pls give this love

chapter one: you need a job

“Look, Rich,” Ben Hanscom starts as they exit their shared physics course, sidestepping a few other college students who were being slow. He calls back a genuine sorry after accidentally shoving one of them before turning back to his friend, the curly haired boy just barely passing him in height. “You need a job. You’re nearly twenty! Bev says they need help over there, like, so bad. They had to fire someone, and two others quit and they’re leaving in a week.”

Richie Tozier looks at Ben incredulously. The dark haired college student knew full and well of Beverly Marsh; the short little redhead is one of his best friends and Ben’s fiancée. Richie likes to give himself credit for their relationship, because according to him, he set them up back in freshman year of high school. Six years later and they’re engaged, and Bev has a full time job after finishing college within two years, and Ben’s on his way to (hopefully) be an architect. Of course, that’s not how it went. Richie and Beverly met Ben in a crappy, run down elevator that worked from time to time at their school. Ben had been running late, the other two were ditching. They got stuck for five hours in that crappy elevator. Richie just likes to say he planned it. But, of course, that’s not what this current situation is about. (And the school banned anyone from using the elevator there on out).

“Bev works at a law office, Ben!” Richie yells, throwing his hands in the air as if to make a point. “All they do is sit at desks in front of computers.”

Ben rolls his eyes. “Like sitting at home on your phone or in front of the TV aren’t the same thing as sitting in front of a computer.”

Richie ignores the sarcasm. “I don’t need a job.”

“You quit your other one last month. We’re in college, man! It’s like, I dunno, death not having a job. You need to eat food!”

“I can get breakfast, lunch, and dinner here because I’m in a dorm, and on the weekends when I’m home the ‘rents cook. I’m fine!”

It’s silent as Ben gives Richie a look while they continue to walk down the steps of the building, mixing in with other students who are either leaving or heading to class. Thankfully for Richie, he only has physics today; the only down side is that it’s an 8am course, and it had been the only one available when he signed up for classes. He has Ben, though, so it isn’t all too terrible. And it’s his only 8am. Half of the others are hybrids – he only has to show up for the midterm and final, and turn in work online – and the others are either afternoon or night classes. He has it pretty easy this semester.

So, yes, he can easily get a job, and he has been thinking of getting one, but now both Ben and Beverly are pestering him about it and suddenly he doesn’t want to get one. Richie scratched at his jaw as he thought of his previous job – the stereotypical college job at McDonald’s. He’s worked there since junior year of high school, and it wasn’t that it was bad. It had been decent, at most. He liked the money, liked the food he got to bring home and to his friends, and liked the cute girls and guys who walked in. He just quit because it got too ‘going through the motions’. Richie knows a law office isn’t going to be much better.

If he gets a job, he wants to at least like it.

The January wind nips at them as they step outside, both guys’ faces scrunching up in various forms of oh shit it’s cold. Ben fixes the scarf around his neck to cover his nose and wraps his arms around himself. Meanwhile, Richie just hunches his shoulders, clenching his teeth together. In just a t-shirt, a thin zip-up jacket that’s not zipped up, and ripped skinny jeans, he wasn’t dressed properly for the winter months; Ben, on the other hand, who’s decked out in a scarf, a thick winter jacket, comfortable jeans and gloves, is dressed properly.

Richie can hear his parents’ voices now reprimanding him for not wearing the proper clothes, and soon enough her could hear his other best friend, Stan Uris, with them.

“Just… At least think about the job, okay?” Ben speaks as they get to the sidewalk by the road, lowering the scarf so his friend can hear him better. They both stop walking and face one another. “And wear decent winter clothes, man, you’re gonna catch another cold.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he says. “You’re starting to sound like Stan the Man, Mistah Handsome.”

The corners of Ben’s lips turn up. “You’re genuinely getting better at those voices, Rich.”

Richie feigned offense. One hand moves to his chest as if his heart were hurt. “You say that as if I haven’t always been amazin’,” he says, voicing sounding like it could be southern but neither of them were too sure.

“Well…”

A gasp. “Ben!”

They both start to laugh then but it dies down soon after. Ben unwraps his scarf and tosses it to Richie, who catches it with ease, and then starts to leave. “Gotta blast, Rich.”

Richie smiles. “Ah, yes, get home to the Missus!” He puts the scarf on. It’s not much at all, but it still helps.

“No, I got another class and then I’m taking the almost Missus lunch.”

“Tell Bev she sucks for me!”

“Why?”

“She ate my last bag of hot Cheetos when she stopped by yesterday.”

Ben laughs. “Alright, yeah. Will do!”

And just like that, Richie is alone. It honestly isn’t often he and Ben get to spend time together. Hell, even his time with his two best friends isn’t much. They all have school or work or both, and it’s just hard not spending as much time together as they used to. Which was where Wednesday night game nights came in. Weekends, they all went their separate ways to their parents. So, they did the next best thing: Wednesdays. At the thought of their game nights, Richie pulls out his phone as he hurriedly walks to his dorm and opens the group chat, sending a quick game suggestion.

+++

Music plays softly from the laptop at the foot of the bed, a generous amount of papers and a text book between Richie and it. He doesn’t particularly like studying – who does? – mostly because he’s never had to properly study before, but physics isn’t exactly on the easy side of things, and he doesn’t want to fail; his mom claims he probably doesn’t even need to study too much given as he understands math easily, and Richie thinks that’s the exact opposite of what a parent should be saying to their child who’s trying to successfully get through college. But, hey, they’re relationship isn’t on the rocks anymore – a shit load of teen angst on his part, a small drinking problem on her part, too engrossed into his job on Wentworth’s part, and being batshit annoying on his little sister’s part – so the legal adult doesn’t mind not being told to study, either.

The Tozier family is back to being good and mostly healthy, and as happy as they were when Richie had been a little kid. Only now, Tori is the one with teen angst and Richie’s doing his best to be a decent big brother by helping out with it.

A shrill ring cuts off the music and pulls him away from his thoughts, flinching at the sudden change in sound before reaching over and muting his laptop. He pauses the music and answers the call on his phone before pressing speaker. A smile forms at looking at the caller I.D.

“I was just thinking about you, T-Rex!” Richie exclaims and he goes back to copying down a problem from a work sheet the professor handed out in class.

“Oh, the amazing Richard thought about me,” she sarcastically says. “What ever will my fangirl heart do?”

“I predict that you will sob once the call is over and scream at your equally fangirly friends about how I graced your ears with my wonderful voice.”

“More like made them bleed.”

“You wound me!”

“Good!”

“First Ben, now you – my poor old heart can’t take it!”

“Then perish.”

He snorts out a laugh.

“But, hey, I’m calling for a reason, dickhead. Stop whatever you’re doing and listen to the best little sister in the world,” Tori tells him.

Richie sighs and drops the pencil dramatically. It hit the notebook with a soft thud but it’s loud enough for Tori to hear over the phone. “Why, do tell, young maiden,” he says, using a Voice.

“Mom’s sick with a bad cold.”

He blinks. “…Okay?”

“Dad’s gonna still be at work until five-.”

“Whoa, hold on, wait a damn minute!” Richie sits up and pulls his computer close to look at the time as he realizes what’s happening. More accurately, what the girl was getting at. “Victoria!” Richie had been so caught up in doing the math problems and messing with the sixteen year old demon he calls a sister to even take notice of the time until then. It’s not even time for her to be out of school – hell, it was barely 11:30. “T-Rex, how scandalous of you! Skipping school.” He pauses. “Fuck, you’re me.”

“I mean…we are related.” A beat of silence. “But I’m not skipping. I got suspended. Mom’s too sick to answer the phone, and Dad’s too busy at work. I convinced them to let me call you.”

Richie sighs. “It’s two weeks into the semester, T-Rex.” He leans an elbow on his knee and put his forehead in the palm of his hand.

Getting suspended isn’t exactly a new thing for either Tozier children. Richie got detention countless of times for various reasons, earning him a few times of suspension, and Tori just has a habit of mouthing off adults – similar to her big brother – but also has one of fighting – not so similar to her big brother.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, kid.”

“Pick me up,” she replies with a duh tone.

“My truck’s still in the shop, dingbat.”

“Well, I don’t exactly have a car, either, douchebag.”

Richie is quiet for a split second. “Okay. Look. I’ll try to get one of my friends to drive me over there. Stay in the office, and just walk home if I’m not there by twelve-thirty.”

Tori grumbles. “Fine.”

Richie makes a face at her sour attitude, about to say something – “Ah, teen angst, what a marvelous thing it is” – when she hangs up before he can ever utter another word. He gasped at the device and sent her a bunch of middle finger emojis before dialing his three friends one by one. Ben didn’t answer. It stopped ringing halfway through the third ring and not a minute later, Ben’s text of “still in class” lit up his phone once again. He then calls Beverly, who he knows won’t answer but did it anyway for the sake of annoying her. To his surprise, she answers; only to greet him with a short, “No,” before hanging up on him.

“Stanny Boy, you better pick up,” Richie mutters as he crawled off of the dorm bed, finding his shoes.

“This better be good, Trashmouth,” is Stan’s form of greeting not even two seconds later.

Richie grins, pleased at least one of his friends is letting him explain. “Not good in the long run but it’s for a good enough reason, Bird Brain,” he says. “Where are you?”

“…What did you do?”

He rolls his eyes. “Not me. Our ferocious T-Rex.”

“She’s your sister.”

“She’s adopted you as her ‘better big brother’. This is what you get for befriending me when we were four and she was one, and staying best friends with me our entire lives. If you need to feel better, know that I did call Mister and Missus first because I know you enjoy your lazy Mondays.”

Stan hums. “It doesn’t.” Then Richie hears shuffling on the other end, and his hopes rise high. “But I’m on my way to pick you up. You can explain everything then.”

“You’re the best, Stanley, might as well marry you right now! Let’s go elope – take a road trip to Vegas!”

“I’ll castrate you.”

“Kinky.”

“Oh, my god.”

“See ya when you get her, my love.”

“Yuck, don’t ever call me that again. Bye.”

+++

A year and a half later, Richie never once thought he would be entering his old high school ever again – excluding the reunions he knows Beverly will drag them all to, none of the boys exactly having a choice in the matter – let alone the office of said school. Yet here he stands, all of the memories flooding back to him; both good and bad ones. He wasn’t exactly popular in school. More of the annoying class clown everyone hates but secretly finds funny. At least, at first. Everything eventually changed in sophomore year.

Richie makes a face and turns to Stan. No one was at the front desk, so they were being forced to wait to collect the youngest Tozier from the principal’s office.

“I should’ve let her rot here.”

Stan rolls his eyes. “You’re too good of a brother for that,” he says. “The principal hated you and she’s most likely getting secondhand hate from the douchebag himself.”

Richie’s eyes widen behind his glasses at the realization. He hadn’t exactly left the high school on good terms with anyone, minus his three good friends and the math teacher for the freshman, and maybe the woman who usually sits at the desk in the front office. “Fuck,” he whispers. Then louder, “What if she’s getting bullied?”

Stan gives a look that said he was crazy. “She just got suspended for fighting. I’m sure she can take care of herself, man.” He pauses, worries his bottom lip, and sighs. “But now I’m worrying about that too. So, thanks for that.”

Only a few seconds of silence goes by before Richie speaks again. “You think people still talk?”

“Nah. Everyone who was here then has graduated. Unless, one or two got held back.”

“The teachers are gossip royalty here.”

“I doubt they gossip about former students to current students, especially when one of them is your baby sister.”

“Our baby sister.”

“Just because I helped you babysit all throughout middle school doesn’t mean I’m her brother, too. We’ve been over this!”

“Try telling her that; the kid adores you! Always has.”

“Which is weird. Besides, back to the point, it's twenty-nineteen now. People who shit on someone for liking the same gender should just become extinct cavemen.” The words cause Richie to let out a laugh.

“Well, look who it is,” the lady who sits at the front desk finally appeared. Both young adults smile at seeing her, genuinely pleased. Miss Mims was one of the few adults at the school Richie and his friends liked; Hell, they still like her. In a year and a half, the woman hadn’t changed much. Long dirty blonde hair had been cut to her shoulder, and her dark eyes seem happier. Her usual blouse and nice pants are the same, and she’s still just under five feet. “Uris and Tozier, what a pleasant surprise.” Miss Mims smiles at them.

“Hi, Sara!”

“Hey, Miss Mims.”

She chuckles and holds up her left hand. “It’s Mrs. Delaney now, kids.”

Stan grins and leans forward to check out the rings on her finger. “Congratulations! When did it happen?”

Richie leans forward too, and nearly knocks Stan over, mouth in a big toothy grin. “Give us the deets, Sara! Who’s the lucky fella? Or gal, y’know. Bet they’re good in bed, huh, Staniel?”

“Rich,” Stan warns, almost in a reminding tone.

He blinked. Then, “Oh! Right, forget those questions Sar- Uh, Mrs. Delaney! My kid sister is stuck in the principal’s office, I’m sure you’ve heard why. Suspension. Fighting. The shticks.”

Mrs. Delaney snorts. “You Toziers are something else. But yeah, I’ll go get her. Where are you parents?”

“Sick and working. I’ve got the rest of the day free, so I volunteered myself to do the dirty so Went wouldn’t have to leave.” He purposefully didn’t say anything about not telling their parents, or even planning on it. At least, he knows Tori isn’t going to tell. And he’s not going to throw her under the bus no matter how funny it’ll be.

Stan rolls his eyes. “His truck isn’t working so I got dragged along.”

“You love me, Staniel.”

“Debatable.”

“I’ll go get her. Shouldn’t be long at all.”

And it isn't.

Within five minutes, the baby of the family is stepping out while Mrs. Delaney goes to her chair behind her desk, marking the girl as being picked up by a family member. The sight of Victoria, to put it simply, surprises both college students greatly. There's a cut on her bottom lip, and the intricate fishtail braid she had done that morning after straightening her usually wild curls is gone. All her knuckles are scabbed over and bruised, and there's a tear at the knee of her jeans, showing a pale bandaid instead of her pale skin. Richie quickly stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets as his brows lower in concern but mostly anger, lips pulling into a thin line. She's gotten in fights before but never has she gotten so beat up. Stan, still beside Richie, is barely hiding his shock. The stares from the two quickly make Tori uncomfortable and she shifts on her feet, tennis shoes squeaking against the polished tile. It's clear she's in a worse mood Richie originally thought. He just believed she punched someone, yelled a few choice words, and then got sent to the office. Rather, it had been a full fledged fight with two fists and blood, and he can tell Tori isn't happy. Not even angry right now. Just...sad, almost.

"You should see the other guy," she tries to joke, but it falls flat quickly.

"It was a boy?!" Richie shrieks, finally blowing his top. He can handle, for the time being, his sister fighting another girl; he can't handle a boy hitting her physically. He turns to Mrs. Delaney accusingly, the newly married woman jumping at the sudden movement. "You let a boy hit my baby sister?"

"Rich, whoa, calm down," Stan quickly moves and sends an apologetic look to the woman. "It's not her fault, man."

Tori messes with the ends of her brown hair. "I... I'll explain later. Can we just please leave?"

He shakes his best friend off of him, and Richie huffs. "Fine, okay. Whatever." He pauses. "Uh, sorry, Mrs. Delaney."

The woman just gave a smile that tells them that she forgave the outburts. Then, the three of them walk out of the school and to Stanley's car. The ride is silent almost the entire time. Stan got a phone call from his boss at a café he works at, which shifts their ending destination to Stan's work place rather than the university seeing as he needs to get to work pronto, and a spare uniform is in his trunk. Twenty minutes later, the Uris is ushering the Toziers out of his car. Richie doesn't make a move to talk about the fight. Tori doesn't make a move to explain. It's clear she doesn't want to, not yet, and even though Richie desperately wants to know what happened, he can't just force it out of her. She shuts down completely; he's learned that the hard way.

"Hey," Stan speaks up as he gets the uniform out of the trunk. "Sorry I can't take you the rest of the way."

Richie shrugs, looking around. His eyes then land on a familiar beige and dark brown building, and in the front parking lot he takes notice of a familiar black car. He checks the time on his phone, and then starts off, telling his little sister to stay by Stan's car, ignoring their calls of questions as he races across the busy street. He nearly get hit a few times and flips off anyone who honks at him, but he eventually made it to the other side. He jogs to the building and walks in, smiling widely at the receptionist up front.

"Hey, has a blond guy about my height come in by any chance?" He asks the woman who can't be much older than thirty, leaning on the counter, slightly out of breath.

She looks at him as she hangs up a call she just ended. "Yeah." Her brows pull together. "He went back that way, why?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he spins on his heel and goes in the direction the lady pointed in. It's not long at all until he hears the familiar laughter of Ben mixed with Beverly's. "My, if it isn't two my favorite people in the whole world!" Richie exclaims as he enters the office.

Ben yelps in surprise but quickly relaxes. "Jesus, Richie..."

Beverly grins and lunges at Richie, pulling him into a tight hug. "Hi! Have you made up your mind already?" She pulls back a split second later to look at him, hopeful.

"Uh." Richie holds up a finger. "No."

"Rich-."

"I need Mr. Handsome here to drive me and Tori back to the university," he interrupts her, and clasps a hand on Ben's shoulder. "And then I need to borrow his car to take her home so our parents don't find out she got suspended."

"She what?!" The two shout in unison. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that they were heard throughout the building.

"Long story," he mumbled, trying not to show how upset he was.

Beverly's blue eyes narrow the slightest bit. She knows something's up; she always does, somehow. Like a sixth-sense for when her friends are upset. Maybe it's because she's a year older than them all. "Ben's not driving you unless you agree to work here," Beverly says quickly. "Period."

"Oh, c'mon, Bev-," Richie tries. He looks to Ben for help, but the guy looks away as if he's admiring the awful pale green color on the wall.

The twenty year old shook her head, strands of red hair falling in her. She brushes them away with ease. "No. You need a job, Rich, you know that. And Maggie and Went would be agreeing with us." She motions between herself and Ben.

Richie makes a face.

"The pay's good," Beverly says quietly after a few seconds.

The look goes away. "...How good?" Not a minute later, Beverly grabs a check she has yet to put in her account and handed it to him. Brown eyes widen from behind the frames of his glasses. He let out a low whistle. "Damn..."

"They're lawyers, Richie, it's not exactly gonna be a bad pay. It's not McDonald's. And you'll most likely work part time, meaning you'll get to pick your hours. They're lenient. Just show up, do your job, respect them and everyone else, and they'll be happy."

Richie stares, thinking it over, and hands the check back to Beverly. She takes it quickly and puts it back in her purse, both her and Ben waiting for Richie's answer. He crosses his arms and looks between his two friends. Good pay. Lenient. Pick your own hours. A sigh leaves his lips and he lets his head fall backwards. He does need a job. He can't live on ramen forever, and he certainly can't live off of the box of Cosmic Brownies hidden in his closet away from his dorm mate. "Alright," he finally says, sounding defeated.

Beverly grins like a madman and squeals. "Perfect! Kim!" She dashes out of the office and grabs Richie to make him tag along. They pass by the lobby in a flash, and Richie barely has time to smile at the receptionist cheekily. They continue down the hall, passing cubicles that are mostly empty and a few offices that have people in them, and don't stop until the very end. She's then dragging him into a slightly bigger, nice office with shelves for books and a bigger desk with two chairs. A woman in her forties at at the desk, typing on her phone. She has brown hair that went to her shoulders and blue eyes peer up at them both as they stand behind the chairs. She looks nice, Richie has to admit, but there was also something about her that demanded respect and oozed authority. "Kim, this is Richie Tozier, my friend I told you about."

Richie smiles, and decides to be a decent human. "Hi, it's nice to meet you," he says, sticking a hand out for her to shake. If he could stay the way he is with his friends, he most definitely would. But Kim actually scares him a bit, and he doesn't want to get on her bad side just yet.

Kim smiles back and shakes his hand after standing. "You too, Richie. Beverly's told us a lot about you," she tells him, chuckling. "I guess she's told you about how we're low on employees?"

He chuckles. "Yea- yes, ma'am."

"He's decided to work here, as long as you and Thomas and Peter are okay with it," Beverly explains.

She scoffs and then lets out a loud laugh. "Of course we're fine with it! Work has been piling up for everyone already, and its only going to get worse when those two officially leave. We need all the hands we can get."

"I'd have to work part time," Richie tells the woman. "I'm in college."

"Completely okay," Kim says pairing her words with a smile.

"And I don't have my truck right now, its in the shop, so I don't know when I can start."

"Oh! Tomorrow! We can carpool, it'll be your sophomore year all over again - minus, y'know, the thing," Beverly says. Her hand waves in the air and she half rolls her eyes, and Richie snorts. The thing... It certainly was a 'thing', alright.

"Bev-."

"Fine, I'll make Ben drive you."

"Dude, he has barely any free time, don't do that to him... Okay, we can carpool until I get my truck back."

"Yes!"

Kim chuckles at the two, softly shaking her head. She looks at Richie then. "Welcome aboard, Richie. Come in when you can tomorrow, and then we'll figure out set hours. Sounds good?"

Richie nods. "Yes, ma'am. I'll probably be here around ten."

"Perfect."

Finally, after that and after stealing Bev's hot Cheetos Ben had brought her - he wasn't a total ass, he left the sandwich and drink - he left with Ben, the blond taking him over to where Stan works; where Tori is still patiently waiting. The girl climbs in without a second thought and thankfully Ben doesn't mention her disheveled appearance. As they leave, they wave bye to Stan. Well, they wave by to the café and grill, hoping in some weird way Stan might be able to see them.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #it 2017 #it chapter two #my writing #*#the losers club #i'm not gonna tag everyone #bc i'm lazy #but pls enjoy this

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mythvoiced · 4 years

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Hana and Taemin for the ship meme??

— ultimate ship meme! | @busanbunnie

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Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? - I think this is a very loving case of ‘til death do us part’, and their love even transcends AUs of all kinds and genres, honESTLY, MAYBE FOREVER

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I’ll be bold enough to say I think it was like meeting The One? I wouldn’t say Love At First Sight, but something about them meeting struck me like two souls destined to find one another, actually finding one another. So, I think it happened relatively fast, but not too fast

How was their first kiss? - Considering Taemin didn’t use to kiss at all back then, on his side there was a lot of hesitation from there, and I can imagine Hana might have been shy about it, so it was a lot of careful testing the water, and then so chaste that all my teeth fell out and regrew immediately due to its sweetness and emotional power

Wedding:

Who proposed? - I don’t remember what I might have said for this section in other occasions, but I do believe Taemin would have been the one? I can’t promise he managed to keep it a secret from Hana because he probably involved Minhwan to figure out how to best go about it and also because he was panicking lmao, but in the end, they did, and it probably wasn’t very fancy, just a romantic moment in the bliss of domestic intimacy

Who is the best man/men? - Definitely Minhwan, like, yo

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Gale might be available for the spot, she might feel inappropriate, but I’d hope they convinced her to it anyway (because she’d feel loved and honoured)

Who did the most planning? - I think both, although Taemin probably let Hana go off and do a lot herself while he stood by and followed instructions to the letter, 1. because he trusts her decisions more than he trusts himself in general, 2. because I feel like Hana would love organising it? so he’d absolutely let her, 3. he’s a disaster and we been knew

Who stressed the most? - Maybe Taemin? I feel like (obviously always correct me, pls, like, I wanna knOW) Hana would stress over technicalities, the wedding itself, invitations, the places, just the organisatory aspect of it, and Taemin would over actually being a good man for Hana to say yes to

How fancy was the ceremony? -Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - No one! Everyone who needed to be there was there, and then some: Hana’s family, Hana’s teammates, Gale, maybe a few coworker of Minhwan and Taemin’s here and there

Sex:

Who is on top? - *cough* Well, depends on what position they’re fee- okay, just, Taemin

Who is the one to instigate things? - They seem to do both equally, and spontaneously, just a healthy loving couple with a healthy, adoring sex life

How healthy is their sex life? -Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? -Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - I’m seriously confused by this question, like, every time? Am I supposed to provide, like, an average amount of minutes, I’m- somebody who has sex, please let me know lmao, nah, okay, I’d say, an average amount?

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - A b s o l u t e l y, because Hana and Taemin are nothing short of a healthy, loving, respecting relationship between two people who love and respect one another very, VERY FKING MUCH, and they’d both want to assure that both parties receive as much as they give

How rough are they in bed? -Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Two! A little baby girl and a little LITTLE BABY BOY

How many children will they adopt? - We’ve never actually considered or spoken about this, but I actually feel like Taemin would consider? When it comes to seeing the opportunity to free a child from a childhood perhaps as dark as his had been, why wouldn’t he take it? How would Hana feel

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - They’re both quite hard-working people, so I feel like all these sorts of stuff they try to balance it out as much as possible, they work together because they’re a team and as such, everyone gets their turn

Who is the stricter parent? - I’m not quite sure, actually, I feel like they’d both spoilt them in different ways? Mostly with attention I feel, and utmost support

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - I feel like Hana would do a better job at it, because Taemin is a tad too apprehensive in this context; where Hana would guide and teach, Taemin might just... worry too much

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Resident cook, TAEMIN

Who is the more loved parent? - Gotta be honest, might actually be Hana. It’s just a natural thing that, if the relationship is well, there’s just the slightest bit of a tighter bond between a mother and her children, she’s spent so much more time with them and besides, who the heck wouldn’t love Hana

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - I feel like it depends entirely on their schedule; they’d probably try to go together, because they’re supportive parents who want to show that they’re there, but again, it’d depend entirely on work and whatnot

Who cried the most at graduation? - I think, Hana? == AND I DON’T BLAME HER, tbh I was probably there too, crying (although, neither are anywhere near the age of graduating yet)

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Well

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Taemin! It’s his *french voice* passiòn

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Not quite sure? Maybe Hana, because Taemin’s happy eating just about anything, and Hana’s got her Fave Snacks™ I’m assuming and besides, there’s a fat chance Taemin would have tried to spoil the heckers outta her

Who does the grocery shopping? - Whoever’s got the time, I suppose? OR EVEN BETTER, BOTH TOGETHER! Grocery Shopping Date™

How often do they bake desserts? - Not as often as they should >:(

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Headcanon that they’re both meat lovers? What does the jury say?

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - OH HANA’S amazing at surprises, so far we’ve had quite a few scenarios where Hana was just “boom, I cooked for you” and Taemin had no idea, but what would be even funnier, is if they tried to surprise the other simultaneously, constantly trying to shoo the other out of the kitchen to get it done, and then in the end they figure it out and just... cook it together and it’s sweet and domestic and I love them

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - They both seem more fond of the stay at home variant? Like, they def go out on dates too, but Hana has quite an exhausting job and as someone who works on the computer, just for the eyes alone, not only her job as a mecha pilot is tiring, so I can see her being tired late and wanting to be cosy and Taemin loves cooking for them and I think they both just love to stay and cuddle

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - H...m... maybe Hana

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Whoever gets up last, which is why we have to have a thread where they try to race each other to try and not be the one who has to make the bed and whatnot

Who is really against chores? - Taemin’s lowkey so lazy in this context, he does them, but, Christ, he’s gonna be so pouty about it, how does Hana put up with him

Who cleans up after the pets? - BOTH!

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Both?

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Depends entirely on who the guests are! It might be Taemin because they’re most likely either Hana’s teammates, family, or other friends so he’s worried about impressing them; or it might be Hana because the same people, but she actually wants to welcome them properly.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - HANA! I don’t know why, I’m just picturing her victory shout and her cheering and I love her

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Depends on whether they take ‘em together or not

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Whoever’s got the time! But I feel, for some reason, Hana is probably better with them: I remember we headcanoned them being quite big dogs, and Hana is used to handling things as difficult as a mecha and is physically more fit than Taemin (she’s so hot, fyi)

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - ALWAYS, EVERY HOLIDAY, EVERY OCCASION AND I HEADCANON HANA IS THE QUEEN OF DECORATIONS

What are their goals for the relationship? - Long days and pleasant nights, to continue being happy together, be there for one another, and just be the perfect couple that they are

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Depends entirely on what had happened the night before, but if Taemin takes to preparing breakfasts, especially for the kiddos, he’d leave Hana the luxury (also because she games so late into the night); plus considering the first almost year after either of the children’s births, she’d have to constantly get up during the night to feed them, BASICALLY SHE DESERVES TO SLEEP IN, and if they sleep in together, even better

Who plays the most pranks? - Please let this be Hana because I wanna see her pranking Taemin, PLS PLS PLS

#busanbunnie #the butterfly;busanbunnie #I'M SO GLAD YOU SENT THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA-#a:#;queue

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solarune · 5 years

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meet me on the rooftop

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers is implied at the end i guess, college au, spiderman au

warnings: wasn’t sure if i should put fem!reader or not bc it’s implied that reader has long hair that gets into their face at one point but not everyone that identifies as a girl has long hair and people that don’t identify as a girl have long hair so like??? pls let me know if i made the right decision lol

word count: 1,979

a/n: i listened to the soundtrack for “into the spider-verse” while writing the last 1/3 of this lmao. i was actually going to name this “let go” after the song by beau young prince (but decided against it bc i didn’t think it fit) on the soundtrack so listen to that song while reading this if you’d like? also this happened because of @retro-milk‘s spider-man!mark au and a drawing of spider-man!mark i saw on twitter

Mark smirks underneath his mask as he watches the bank robbers squirm underneath the webbing, their boots scuffing against the brick wall of the bank’s entrance as they beg him to let them go. Just as he’s about to reply, police sirens cut him off, their red, white, and blue lights lighting up the street around him, and Mark takes that as his signal to leave. With a mocking salute and a “See you fellas later,” he makes his way down the street, shooting a web to the roof of an office building and taking off just as the first police car arrives. Mark can’t help but let out a whoop of joy as he swings from building to building, the various noises of Seoul’s nightlife the soundtrack to his next destination.

After Mark’s long and exhausting week, he definitely needed tonight to let off some steam, especially after the psychology midterm he took in the afternoon. He had studied all week long, gotten a total of maybe 6 hours of sleep in the past 2 days, but the second he read the first question of the exam, he felt his mind go blank. Mark was frustrated to say the least, so tonight’s victory was a much-needed pick-me-up and a great outlet to let go of everything.

He lets his mind wander as his body moves on autopilot, the route to his destination so well-known to him that he could probably get there with his eyes closed (he wouldn’t dare try that though because knowing his luck, he’d run face-first into a lamppost). His feet touch down on concrete, footsteps silent as he lets go of the web and takes in the sight before him: graffiti on the wall to his left, pigeon poop covering the abandoned wooden crates to his right, and the city of Seoul in front of him. Mark makes his way to the wall in front of him, slowly sitting down with a sigh as he takes everything in and takes off his mask.

He tries to not come to the rooftop of your apartment building too often for fear of getting caught, specifically by you, but he just couldn’t help himself tonight. He knows that he’s running a big risk, that you enjoy your alone time on the rooftop—stargazing while listening to one of your many playlists—that for all he knows, you could be there right now. But being there reminds him of simpler times. Before college, before he was Spider-Man, before things got so complicated and the world was black and white rather than various shades of grey. It reminds him of when you and him were still in high school and he would follow you up the fire escape to the roof. You would lie down on the cold concrete and look up at the stars and talk about anything and everything; your pasts, the weird kid in your geography class, how scared you were of what college would be like. Things were a lot easier back then.

Or maybe they just felt easier because you were always with him. Mark found you very comforting, which isn’t surprising considering you’re his best friend. The two of you balance each other out really well and had been inseparable since the 2nd grade when Mark moved to Korea from Canada; hell, you were one of the reasons Mark even became Spider-Man in the first place. Even now, with college consuming every minute of your lives, you and Mark still make time for each other. Because that’s what best friends do. But Mark is tired of being your best friend, is tired of constantly having to push down the confession that’s on the tip of his tongue every time he sees you. He wants to give you the world but he supposes that protecting the one you live in is good enough for him for now.

As he’s staring at the N Seoul Tower off in the distance, Mark hears quiet footsteps behind him and he scrambles to put his mask back on, cursing loudly at himself in his head. It’s only September, when the nights are still warm, of course someone would be on the roof. He turns around to see who it is while simultaneously planning his escape in his head, but freezes when he sees that it’s you. You stop in your tracks, your right hand fidgeting with the hem of his your old high school shirt and your left hand lifted up to him as if to show that you mean no harm.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like minutes, neither of you wanting to break the silence, but eventually you gather enough courage to ask, “Are you okay?”

Mark is taken aback at that; of all questions you want to ask him, you ask if he’s okay? “U-Uh, I… What?” he stutters out, not completely sure what you mean by that. Judging by the indentations on your cheek, he guesses that you had been asleep for around half an hour, which means you had been on the roof for an hour and a half before falling asleep. There was no way you would know about Spider-Man stopping a bunch of bank robbers only a few miles from your apartment. So there’s no way that you would know he’s hurt.

He sees you bite your lower lip and can’t help but smile softly at that, his eyes never leaving your face as yours look down at your feet. “S-Sorry, you were just… sighing a lot? But the sad kind of sigh, and also the exhausted kind, so I just thought I should ask because, well, when am I ever going to get another chance to talk to Spider-Man, you know?”

He can’t help but laugh at your rambling, the tightness in his chest easing up at your words and your presence. “I’m okay,” Mark nods, thanking God that he remembered to turn on the voice distortion. He wasn’t quite ready to have that talk with you yet. “It’s just been a long week. School’s been kicking my ass, I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep—you know, the regular college student type of stress.” He finishes his explanation with a shrug, mentally pushing down the stress when his mention of school makes him think about his psychology exam. “I had a psychology exam today and I didn’t do that great on it.”

You nod at his explanation, slowly walking over to sit next to him on the ledge. You sit far enough away to maintain a respectable distance but still close enough where he could smell the faint scent of the oil you put in your hair after you shower. “I feel that,” you chuckle, your hands clenching into fists where they rest on your thighs. “I had an exam today too, in my biology class, and I just completely bombed it.” (Mark has to stop himself from asking about your exam when you say that, his confusion as to why you told him earlier today that you thought you did fine almost giving away his identity.) You shake your head a bit and laugh to yourself quietly, letting out a sigh before looking up at him with a small smile. “My best friend Mark also had an exam in his psychology class today. He looked sad when I met up with him for coffee when we were both done with classes so I didn’t pry.”

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, Mark looking up at the sky and just beginning to wonder whether or not he should leave, whether or not it was even a good idea for him to be there in the first place, when you break the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

Mark looks over at you, his hand twitching when the cool breeze sweeps a couple of strands of your hair in front of your face. “You technically just did,” Mark jokes, his suit’s voice distortion making him sound a lot more confident than he felt. “But yeah, go ahead.”

You roll your eyes at his lame joke, huffing out a laugh before looking up at the sky. “How can you tell when someone is keeping something from you?” Mark freezes at that, every hair on his body standing straight up as he looks at you. “It’s just…” you begin, taking the hero’s silence and stare as a request to elaborate. “Mark hasn’t been himself lately. He hasn’t been sleeping, he seems really on-edge about everything, and sometimes… sometimes I even see cuts and bruises on him. And I try to ask him what’s going on, if he’s in some sort of trouble, but he always says that I shouldn’t think about it, that it’s nothing to worry about. But that’s ridiculous because of course I’m going to worry and think about it—I’m his best friend, first of all, and second of all, I’m already thinking about him half the time because I’m in love with him, but that’s an entirely different story.”

Mark jumps up at that, his feet hitting the concrete hard enough to make his teeth rattle, but he barely notices as he stares at you. “You’re what?” he asks in disbelief. You are in love with him? With Mark Lee, the boy who, to this day, still hasn’t found a way to make his heart stop beating so fast whenever he hears you laugh, who blushes whenever you tease him, who feels like he’s going to faint whenever the two of you so much as brush shoulders?

“I know, I know,” you reply while shaking your head. “I’m in love with my best friend, super lame. No need to tell me that, all of my friends already do on a daily basis.”

“No,” Mark disagrees, briefly wondering if you’re able to hear how loud and fast his heart is beating because that’s almost all he can hear at this point. “It’s cute actually. Like something out of one of those teen romance movies you find on Netflix, you know?” You laugh at that and Mark sits down beside you once again, a little bit closer this time. “And as for Mark, it sounds like he just doesn’t want to worry you. Since you and him have been best friends for so long, he probably knows that there are things that you’re worrying about too and he just doesn’t want to add to that,” he explains, finding courage from the mask and suit on his body to confide in you (whether or not you actually know it’s him). “You just need to trust him. I’m sure he’ll tell you whatever it is when he’s ready.”

Nodding at his words, you look out at the city once more, finding a new love for it in that moment. “Can I ask you one more thing?” You see him nod out of the corner of your eye and continue, a smile appearing on your face as you say it. “If this whole superhero thing doesn’t work out for you, can you keep trying to help people somehow? Because you’re really good at it.”

He can’t help but let out a loud laugh at that, the two of you standing up at the same time as the conversation comes to an end. Mark turns his back to the city lights, looking at you as he stands on the ledge. “I’ll try,” he agrees. With that, he takes a step back and falls off the roof, thrusting his arm out and shooting out a web as he begins his journey home. He smiles to himself when he hears you yell out, “Goodnight, Spider-Man,” letting out a whoop as he lets go of a web, closing his eyes as he falls before releasing another one.

#nct scenario #nct imagine #mark lee scenario #mark lee imagine #nct scenarios #nct imagines #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #nct one shot #mark lee one shot #mark lee x reader #spiderman mark lee #nct x reader #nct spiderman au #mark lee au #nct au #i haven't written something this long in years so i'm very proud of myself #i also really love spiderman so this has been a long time coming #not /as/ good as i want it to be and definitely didn't go the way i thought it would go but i'm happy with it

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fuckingthefictional · 5 years

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Hi! I love your writing ❤️ I was wondering if you could pretty please write a one shot where Reggie finds out his girlfriend is abused by her father (if you don’t feel comfortable writing this I completely completely understand 💕) and he stepped in and basically saves her from her own home? Pls?❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️

Broken Home

A/N- Okay I want to make this clear, I’m not romanticising abuse in any way. It is such a shitty thing and I’ve seen what it can do to people both mentally and physically. If you as a person are affected by this, Please remember that you are not alone! You have people who care about you. There are people and places to reach out to. I have also never been abused by my parents- like the ‘y/n’ in this fic. I have tried to research and make this as realistic as possible. Because there is absolutely no reason to sugar coat anything related to this topic.

M a s t e r l i s t

Reggie Mantle was never perceived as particularly academically gifted. That was for the most part, true. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t notice things.

After his dad left him and his mom, he had a tendency to look out for others in a situation similar to his own. For the people who silently suffered and endured all the pain that they didn’t deserve.

Abuse was something Reggie was familiar with. He’d perfected the art of lying to his peers at school about the bruises that were constantly being littered across his skin. Saying that they were from football practice.

The messed up thing was that he couldn’t confide in anyone, because he would just be told that he was weak, that he needed to just man up to his dad. That it wasn’t real abuse.

So he went through it alone. Something he’d never let anyone go through alone.

Most people in Riverdale knew Reggie as the “stupid, rich football player”, he saw himself as the weak, pathetic boy who couldn’t stand up to his own father.

Y/N hadn’t though, Y/N could see right through the wall he put up to protect himself. Because she had the same defense mechanism. The same wall that protected her from the judgement of everyone in this shitty, little town.

Riverdale- the town that created psychotic killers and abusive parents. The town that was the reincarnation of hell. The place of suffering.

More often than not, Y/N found that sleep was the only way to escape. Even if it was for a few minutes, it was an escape from everything that she was forced to endure when she was awake.

“Where’s the little bitch gone?!” A slurred voice rang out, the crashing of glass following soon after.

Y/N felt her heartbeat spike in fear, Her mother was the worst when she was drunk. She got physical and violent.

Y/N immediately scarpered to the wardrobe and climbed in, she felt her body shake and her throat tighten. Her arms wrapped around her knees in an attempt to get some sort of comfort.

The sound of her Mother’s stomping footsteps came closer.

“Y/N,” the last syllable of the name dragged on, “Where are you?"

Y/N felt the tears start to form, but was determined to keep her hiding place a secret. That was until the sounds of her possessions hitting every other hard surface hit her ears.

She let out a small whimper, when she felt what she assumed to be glass hit the wardrobe door.

It was then when the door was ripped open and Y/N was dragged out, sobbing and crying out for mercy.

“Mom! Stop please stop!”

She felt pain coursing through her veins, and the vague shouts of her to “shut up!” She felt disoriented and scared.

Y/N’s body was thrown down onto the floor, down into a pile of glass debris. She felt nothing but pain. Hot, searing pain.

Before blacking out she saw the hazy figure of her mother, towering above her imposingly. She felt dissociated like she was watching from the outside. She watched despairingly with tears welling up in her eyes as her mother threw one final kick to Y/N’s ribs and spat down on her, before she finally lost consciousness.

She woke up to the generic hospital smell, the beeping of the monitor and the blinding white walls of what she assumed to be the local hospital.

The first feeling that Y/N felt rise in her was panic. Or more specifically what the hell her Mother would do to her when she was released.

She would be so angry and so undeniably pissed. And the beatings would be ten times worse that usual, and it scared her. She felt trapped, like she had no other option than to endure the pain.

The beeping of the monitor became more rapid and quick paced. Y/N was getting even more anxious- she didn’t want to answer questions on how these injuries had occurred.

Instead it alerted a sleepy person sat in an uncomfortable looking chair, in the corner of her room. He immediately bolted up right, panic clear in his eyes too.

He was tall, muscular and Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t think he was handsome. He had somewhat tanned skin and raven hair that had obviously not been attended to for a few day. Reggie Mantle.

The star football player, took small steps forward trying to show that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

“W-Why are you h-h-here Mantle?”

“It was my turn to return the favour.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed in confusion, her face prompted Reggie to explain what he meant.

“I know you called the cops on my dad Y/N.”

She felt her heart stop and her face heat up, “I-I-” Y/N stuttered, “I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t. Don’t apologize. I’m glad you did it. Y/N you saved my life.”

“You know my name?” Her head cocked to the side. All she got in return was the classic Mantle smirk.

“See you around...Y/N.”

Reggie didn’t know what to do. He felt conflicted on what he should do. Should he report whoever did this to Y/N? Should he keep an eye on her? Or should he just forget it all?

He thought back to when he was in the same position, how he wished someone would intervene and save him.

And as unmasculine it sounded- he remembered fearing for his life. He thought that he would be caught by his father and punished for trying to get some support.

So what did he do?

He’d try his best.

For the next few weeks you’d noticed Reggie’s behaviour becoming...different. He hovered around more, watching you as if he was trying to figure something else. Whether there were any new marks lashed on you probably.

In all honesty you hadn’t been back home since the ‘incident’, instead you chose to stay with a friend on the Southside.

You were so sick and tired of this abuse. You wanted to turn in your mother. You wanted to leave Riverdale and never come back. But you were scared, a coward.

You knew that your ‘mother’ would hunt you down and kill you, if you got her arrested and you wouldn’t put it past her to do something as horrific as that.

Cut to a few months later and Reggie was still at a loss of what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of. Asking his Mom for advice.

He walked into the living room to see his mother sat on the couch, glasses on and book in hand. Completely in her own little world.

“Mom.”

She looked up and smiled at her boy, but it fell once she saw the sad look on his face.

“Reggie Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She placed the book aside and opened her arms for him to hug her and gain some comfort.

“I need your advice Mom, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

She sat the both of them down and sighed deeply, “What’s going on Reg?”

Reggie rubbed a hand across his face, “There’s this girl and I know she’s being abused. Like badly abused. The same girl I visited in hospital a few months ago- and I don’t know what to do.”

His mom smiled sympathetically, “What’s her name?”

“Y/N.”

“The same Y/N that turned in your-“

“Yes.” The simplicity and finality in his voice was heard.

“What I was going to say was that, she saved our lives. She ended the one thing that gave me the most pain in my life. Which was watching you get beaten down every single day. I am forever in her debt and I will do anything to help her, even if that means she lives under our roof for a short while.”

Reggie nodded, it needed to happen. This needed to end.

The next thing he did was called the Sherrif’s office in town, anonymously tipping off that something was happening at the Y/L/N residence and that he was concerned as a neighbour.

About 2 hours later a fast paced knocking sounded on the door. Reggie and his Mother were locked in a gaze. The footballer creeped towards the door, paranoid that it may be trouble. He counted to three and yanked the door open.

Only to see... Y/N, sopping wet from the torrential downpour outside. She was sobbing hysterically and shivering uncontrollably. There were red patches of what he could only assume was blood on her shirt.

“Y/N?”

She stumbled clumsily into his arms, her breath becoming a spurt of hyperventilated gasps.

Reggie turned back to where his mom was around the corner.

“Mom! Come quick!”

He immediately heard the quick paced steps on the wooden flooring, a gasp was heard.

“Oh god. Reggie take her to the couch, I’m going to get a first aid kit.”

He complied to his mothers words, swooping you up into his arms. He felt you bury yourself in the crook of his neck. Your hot breath caused goosebumps to pop up all over his skin.

“Y/N, you need to tell me what happened. Okay? Can you do that for me?”

“S-She did it a-again. She b-beat me... b-but this t-t-time she went t-too far and she tr-tried to s-stab me. Her new b-boyfriend t-tried to f-force himself-” Reggie watched as you wiped your tears away, his shirt was soaked with tears but he didn’t care.

“She succeeded b-barely, I only j-just got c-cut. And then the p-po-police showed up and a-arrested her. And now I’m h-here I guess.”

Her teeth were chattering, she was freezing.

“How did you know where I liv-“ he was cut off.

“I didn’t. I just ran and this is were my feet took me. And now I’m homeless and worthless and damaged.”

“You are not damaged, nor worthless.” The hard voice of Reggie’s Mother sounded behind them, she carried a red tin box with a white cross in her hands. “You are brave and so so strong.” She placed a snuggly blanket around both teens and sat down at Y/N’s feet, taking a shaking hand into her own. “I know what’s it like. But you’re a survivor. You fought through this and we are both proud of you.”

You nodded slightly before wincing at the unbearable pain in your side.

“Right lets get you cleaned up.”

After you were all stitched up, had taken a warm shower and changed into some of Reggie’s clothes. You walked down the corridor to what you could only assume was Reggie’s room. You knocked softly this time until you heard the muffled “come in”

He saw you enter and an immediate smile was placed on his lips, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You frowned and sat down next to him, “No I’m not.” You tightened your fists into little balls, “I’m unlovable, I’m a waste of space and nobody could ever lo-“

A pair of warm lips covered yours, effectively stopping your self destructive rant, breaking apart you pressed your foreheads together.

“You shouldn’t be with someone like me.”

“I think you’ll find that you’re way out of my league and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“But Reggie, I’m unlovab-“

“Well then, it’s a shame that I’m already in love with you.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise

“Let me show you what love is like, let me look after you and take you out on dates and be completely whipped for you. Just let me be yours. Be my girl.”

You’re thoughts were overwhelming, each of them flooding in almost to fast for you to handle.

“Okay, I’ll give us a chance.”

“A chance is all it takes.”

#riverdale #reggie mantle x y/n #reggie mantle x you #reggie mantle imagine #reggiemantle #reggie mantle x reader #reggie mantle #charles melton

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nalufever · 6 years

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Sanctum

Naluweek 2018: Sanctum, July 19

Trip of a Lifetime: A story in 9 chapters ~ Natsu and Lucy take a day trip; it’s both planned and somehow spontaneous - much like love. You should always try to work at keeping love alive - and both Natsu and Lucy have taken that advice to heart!

Still rated teen (for now....depends on response/demand for higher rating)

>Ch 1< >Ch 2<

"Maybe I understand bets better than you thought." Lucy smiled, sneaking a light pat onto Natsu's backside. "Where's the fun in getting treated bad?"

"Depends." Natsu leered in response. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm getting at." He laughed as Lucy exited the antique shop with her hands over her ears. Moving up as the person ahead of him at the register paid and accepted their change, Natsu settled an innocent smile onto his lips. "Great place you've got here."

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"Since you seem to know so much about Blyth already, Natsu - lead the way to a bookshop."

"Will do." Natsu wrapped an arm around Lucy's waist. "But first, how 'bout we find a bench to complete our bet?"

Heart beating wildly, Lucy knew her cheeks had flooded with colour. "Um, yeah."

"I'm not gonna molest you in public!" Natsu squeezed Lucy a bit tighter and chuckled. "I'm saving that for my birthday request."

Without a second thought, Lucy elbowed Natsu. His 'oof' and subsequent rubbing of his ribs made her grin. "You can ask, but getting what you've asked for depends on keeping me in good humour, doesn't it?"

Natsu nodded, hobbled the few steps to the nearest bench and collapsed with a sigh. "You're too quick and too vicious with that elbow."

"Tch. I could've given you a Lucy-kick." Sitting next to her boyfriend, Lucy gave him a charming smile - her previous actions long gone in her mind. "I would like to wear what you bought me." For added measure, she fluttered her eyelashes. "Please."

A bit dazed with the allure coming off Lucy, Natsu began to dig in his pockets. "I have it somewhere!"

Lucy held up and shook the paper bag from the antique shop. "It's in here."

"Oh yeah." Natsu sheepishly took the bag and withdrew the rhinestone choker, his fingers trembling the smallest amount as he unclasped the necklace. Regaining confidence, he said, "Blyth townspeople are super friendly. The guy offered to clean and polish it too after taking off the tags. So now it's ready for you to wear."

"Awww!" Lucy held her hair out of the way for Natsu to work the necklace. "You're spoiling me." She dropped her hair and touched the center stone of the choker. "Thank you."

"You can do better than that."

Lucy set one hand on each of Natsu's shoulders. "Of course I can, but should I?" She giggled, enjoying Natsu's pout. Lucy looked left and right - the street was empty of passersby. Before he could complain, she leaned forward and gave him a loud smacking kiss on his lips. "Now how about that bookshop?"

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It was a pleasant walk of twenty minutes. The early morning showed promise of greater heat, the scent of the flowers adding to the beauty of the day. The lack of crowds, noise, and graffiti added to the small town vibe.

More focused on having a good time than exactly where they were going, Lucy window-shopped as they walked. She paused now and then, vowing to herself to actually go into the stores later. Natsu steered them all the way around the block until they headed back past 'Maple and Moose,' the antique store where he'd bought Lucy's necklace.

Noticing the familiarity, Lucy stopped moving. "Didn't we-"

Natsu interrupted, "Yup. I might have gone in the wrong direction from the first."

"You could've said something."

"What? The more exercise you get now, the more greasy food you can eat later, Luce."

To her credit, Lucy didn't threaten Natsu - by word or deed. She kept her face blank and on the 'good side of pleasant' as she asked him: "Do I look fat?"

Natsu opened his mouth to answer and for a heartbeat kept it open - shutting it with a snap of his teeth as he considered his options. "What a silly question. Heh, heh."

"That's what I thought."

"You're gonna love the book pl-, uh, store."

Lucy attributed Natsu's verbal faux pas to nerves and grunted, starting to walk again. She muttered under her breath, "I do not love greasy food."

Ridiculously fast, they arrived at their destination. 'Blyth Library,' the building's sign proclaimed.

"Not a bookstore."

"Well, it is a small town, barely bigger than a village." Natsu said softly, "I'm surprised they have as many food places as they do. It's nice they're all on Queen street, eh?"

"…" Lucy looked at the library and back at Natsu. "All right. We're getting back in the car and driving to Goderich. I know they have a couple bookstores - and it'll kill some time before the show starts."

Natsu nodded, "And Goderich is known as 'Canada's Prettiest Town' too. We've been meaning to go there for even longer than Blyth, huh?"

"You don't get to relax until I've had at least half an hour browsing books." Lucy about-faced and marched towards the car. "Half an hour of decompressing inside the sanctum of books, air-conditioning and with a giant latte."

Natsu gulped. "I was only goofing around!"

Opening the passenger door she crooked her finger at Natsu. "I'm only goofing around too - if I was really mad, wouldn't I have gone for the driver's seat? Sometimes you're too easy."

......to be continued....

#naluweek #nalu #natsu x lucy #sanctum #rated: teen #fluff #Trip of a Lifetime #nalufever #naluweek 2018 #fanfic #whosoever wants a higher rating should let me know #just so y'all know

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writesaboutbangtan17 · 7 years

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fifteen minutes

seungcheol x reader smut

6,760 words

a/n: i had to write this to expel all of the longing n pain over seungcheol that i’ve developed over the past couple of months, so this is basically just my ruminations on what a great boyfriend and ass man i think he’d be. so...if butt stuff isn’t your cup of tea there’s just a lil bit of it in here, nothing wild. enjoy.

~ in which it’s impossible to get a minute alone and there's not much time to spare, but you and seungcheol make it work

[1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: hey babe are you still up? [1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: we just got home frm practice [1:29 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: babe??? pls be awake [1:33 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I knowww it's late but 😔 I miss u 😔 [1:36 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: YOU NEVER GO TO SLEEP THIS EARLY [1:36 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: ok. ok it's fine. ur probably cuddled up in bed fast asleep right now. I know u worked late. [1:37 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: it's fine love u I'll just talk to u tomorrow then [1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: but wait ✋ I have a real problem bby!!! I know u would want to help me out. [1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I'm really doing this for u so u don't feel guilty 😇 [1:40 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I'm calling you

You knew there was no such thing as the "perfect boyfriend"—that was just something pre-teen girls whispered about at slumber parties. But once upon a time you had been that pre-teen girl, and while Sojung and Jiyeon cut out bits of male celebrities from teen magazines to create an absolute monstrosity (with Zac Efron's abs and Ryan Gosling's eyes and Chris Evans' hair), you had drafted the complete list of every personality trait, hobby, and talent your dream man had to have.

These qualifications included but were not limited to: eight-pack abs, the ability to cook a meal so delicious it would make your own mother weep out of jealousy, thoughtfulness so much so that he'd bring you little gifts home just because he was thinking of you, the ability to make you laugh so hard that you cried, he had to be able to play the piano and the guitar and the drums, loyalty to you and only you, passion, ambition but not enough so that he'd put his own goals over your needs, he had to have the emotional maturity to be able to cry during The Notebook, and most importantly, he had to be good at math (because you definitely were not). Preferably, he'd also like all the same things you did and want to get a corgi when you got married.

12-year-old You had it all figured out, but 22-year-old You knew that perfect man simply did not exist...still, Seungcheol came pretty close.

So when your phone started playing "I'm Too Sexy" for the third time in the past five minutes from your bedside table, you couldn't ignore him any longer. It was just as you'd managed to fully rouse yourself that the ringing stopped, but you picked up the offending item anyway and checked the eight text messages that he'd sent since you laid down to sleep less than an hour ago.

You tried to remind yourself that you loved your boyfriend, you really did. Seungcheol was talented, kind, funny, smart, and handsome, to boot. Even though he was always busy with practice and promotions and raising twelve kids in between, he never failed to make time for you---and when he did, he didn't need or want to brag about the idol he'd met at their last music show or complain about how hard their choreographer was working them. No, he desperately wanted to know if that asshole Jungsoo came through with his third of the work for the big project in your developmental psychology class or hear about how your coworker called out sick and you had to work overtime during inventory or have you walk him through every step you'd taken and every single thing you'd done since he saw you last.

It had only been nine months, but a part of you was certain that Seungcheol was the one. He made you feel wanted and important, not because he loved you, but with the repeated insistence that your worth was based entirely off of your own accomplishments and talents. Yes, Seungcheol was Good, so you decided he deserved a call back against your better judgement.

"Y/N!" Seungcheol picked up in the middle of the first ring, but he was dragging your name through molasses. He was exhausted, that much was obvious, but still excited to hear from you.

"Hi, Cheol," you said softly, sitting up against your headboard, "what's up?"

There was a moment of silence, but you heard him hmm as he thought of the words he wanted to say, and you waited patiently. Seungcheol was not the most eloquent man, but he chose his words carefully, and he never said anything he didn't mean. He was the perfect boyfriend in his own ways.

"I just...I missed you," he admitted. You missed him, too. Although you'd gone a whole month without seeing each other before, the longer you were together and the more you fell in love with him, the more difficult it was to be apart. It had been over a week since you last saw Seungcheol, since he was in the middle of promotions for Seventeen's latest single and practicing for their upcoming world tour. "Sorry I woke you up," he continued.

"Don't be. Missed you too." You flicked on your bedside light to clear more of the dark drowsiness from your head. Again, there was silence from Seungcheol's end, but it was comfortable. You were glad just to know he was on the other side of the line, keeping you company. Not only had it been over a week since you last physically saw him, but every day there was only a few texts and occasionally a quick good night call between the two of you. Your schedules didn't allow for all the communication you would have liked.

"What was 'the problem'?" You dared to ask, and Seungcheol's giggle immediately filtered through the speaker and into your ear. A groan of defeat rose up your throat as you realized what you were in for.

"I know it's late, baby, but...can you come over?" Between the fact that he didn't often have the chance to sneak out of the dorm and over to your apartment, and that at the dorm there were twelve pairs of eyes on the two of you almost constantly, you and Seungcheol's sex life had suffered recently. Three weeks since he'd last buried his dick in you were three weeks too long.

All there'd been since then was one close call in a maintenance closet at the Pledis building: you were on your knees sucking him dry as you heard Chan, Seungkwan, and Seokmin jogging down the hall calling Seungcheol's name. There had been a rattling of the doorknob and for one frozen, Earth-shattering moment, you couldn't remember if you'd locked it or not.

Luckily you had, but a new rule was born: no inappropriate behavior at the workplace. And the Pledis building was unfortunately the only place you'd been able to see your boyfriend besides that last time at your apartment, when he fucked you long and hard in your bed until the sun came up. God, you could barely even remember the feeling of his hands on your skin, in your hair; his teeth nipping at your neck, lips wrapped around your nipple; rock hard thighs holding up your own as he gave it to you good.

"Earth to Y/N," Seungcheol laughed, but it was airy and broken, "answer me, baby. You just moaned out loud."

Work had been the usual grind that day, and you had to close the store a half hour later than usual because of an old lady who couldn't find the perfect pair of socks that she desperately needed at 10 P.M. Dinner had been cold leftover spaghetti because your microwave was broken and you didn't have the patience to heat it up on the stove, and you'd word vomited a few thousand words for a paper that you knew was going to be garbage until all the letters on the screen had swirled into one blurry mass that you couldn't bear to look at any longer. You were so tired.

All that being said, you were leaning over to get your feet into your slippers, grabbing your keys from the drawer, and humming "On my way." If anything could re-energize you it was the boy whose warmth you could feel through the phone, all the way from the other side of town---and his dick. Seungcheol was beaming, you could hear it in his voice as he told you how excited he was to see you and told you to be safe, but to hurry. Then he said he had to take a quick shower and promised he'd meet you at their door.

The twenty minute drive to the dorm felt longer than ever. You weren't sure if that was because you'd been awake for eighteen hours or because the ghost of Seungcheol's touch, his scent, and his panting damp against your neck was sitting in the car with you, haunting you.

He didn't meet you at the door. It was a good thing you didn't jump into his arms and attach your lips to his the moment it swung open after you knocked, since it was Hansol who greeted you with a toothy grin and flour swiped across his cheeks. "We're making cookies," he informed you, but then he was pushed out of the way by Minghao, stomping out before Mingyu and Seokmin.

"They're fucking cookies up is what they're doing," Minghao grumbled from underneath his Gucci bucket hat, "we're going for ice cream." Mingyu shrugged as a half-ass apology for Minghao's attitude, and Seokmin just shot you a thousand-watt smile before they disappeared down the stairs and into the night. You looked back at Hansol, whose grin had faltered for just a second, and reached up to ruffle his hair.

"It smells good," you lied, "who's 'we'?" His mouth spread wide to respond, but the lilting Sunday morning rain is falling from the kitchen was all the answer you needed. The idea of Joshua and Hansol trying to bake sparked the tiniest light of fear in your heart, but you stomped it out. There were more important things to worry about right now, like your boyfriend's hot body and all the amazing ways he knew how to use it. "Teach him a new Maroon 5 song while you're at it," and Hansol was back to full brightness.

You followed him inside so he could shut the door behind you, then through the living room where Jeonghan and Jun were curled up fast asleep on the couch while the menu for The Human Centipede 2 DVD looped on the TV screen. As he disappeared back into the kitchen, you grabbed the remote to turn the television off and took the blanket thrown over the back of the couch to lay it across their bodies. No big deal, but your heart grew three sizes that day as you watched Jun grab the ends of the blanket and snuggle his nose into it contentedly, settling deeper into the cushions.

"Where are the others?" Hansol was already back to mixing things when you cautiously set foot into the kitchen, and Joshua was pulling a tray of what you presumed to be burnt snickerdoodles from the oven. Already cooled and grotesquely misshapen chocolate chip cookies filled up a plate on the counter, which Hansol eagerly tipped his head towards when you met his eye. You reluctantly picked up one of the cookies and took a generous bite, hoping you'd get points for this carried over into the next life. As far as you could tell, no sugar had been added to the batter and they'd used about three times too much flour; a whole clump of it got stuck in your throat.

"Hoshi hyung kept Wonwoo hyung and Seungkwanie back at the practice room," Hansol finally answered when you grimaced through a thumbs-up at him, "Woozi hyung is at his studio, aaand...I haven't seen Channie or Coups hyung in a while, actually." The little shit wiggled his eyebrows as he said your boyfriend's name. Six months ago you would have blushed, but today you just swatted the side of his head on your way out of the kitchen.

"Well I'm going to his room," you announced with a pointed look that the pair read loud and clear: stay away. Their snickers followed you down the hallway all the way to the last door on the left, cracked open just a sliver. "Babe?" You called out as you pushed it open, taking special care to fix a sultry look on your face---hooded eyes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

And there on his bed was Chan, looking innocently up at you from where his head was settled onto Seungcheol's pillow, holding his phone up above him with Girl's Generation blasting from its speakers. "Noona?" He sounded almost scared. You grabbed your jacket to pull it tighter around your chest, suddenly aware of how exposed your chest was by your camisole, and tried to screw your eyes and lips around into an expression vaguely comforting.

If you had asked Chan, your idea of "vaguely comforting" looked a lot more like you were in pain---but you didn't ask Chan, and instead of telling you so, he continued to stare at you in confusion. "I didn't know you were coming over," he said as he sat up slowly, "hyung is in the shower, I'm waiting for him to come out so I can finally get in."

You weren't sure what to do---if you should just turn around and wait in the kitchen with Hansol and Joshua or if that'd be weirder than walking in and sitting on the bed to wait with Chan. No, wait, sitting on the bed with this child who was essentially your son in this dark room waiting for your boyfriend to come in so you could have sex with him would be a lot weirder than you making a hasty retreat while trying to forget that Chan was sitting on the bed that you would be getting fucked on not long from now

"Ok, well, I'm gonna...go? Out. There. To the kitchen," you sputtered as though you'd never spoken human words before, but when you spun around to leave you immediately collided with something warm, firm, a little damp. Seungcheol's hands wrapped around your upper arms to steady you against his chest, and you could feel his laugh vibrate from inside of him.

"Where are you running off to, baby?" He had a towel draped over his head, and nothing else on but some loose basketball shorts slung low on his hips. You struggled not to start drooling right then and there. The towel framed his face such that his eyes were shaded from Chan's view, so he couldn't have seen the roaring fire in them as Seungcheol's gaze ran laps around your body.

You hoped you painted a pretty decent picture between your chest threatening to burst out of your tight top and your thighs barely covered by your little shorts and the fuzzy slippers on your feet. If the way Seungcheol's chest started heaving and the low growl from his throat meant only for you to hear was any indication, you did. He didn't let go of you as you took a half-step back from him, running his hands soothingly up and down your arms.

"Shower's all yours, Channie," Seungcheol said over your shoulder, but he didn't look away from you for even a second. From behind, you could hear the bed shifting as Chan got to his feet and sensed him coming closer until he was shuffling around the two of you in the doorway, awkwardly bowing before he disappeared. You made a mental note to treat him to lunch one of these days---he wasn't stupid, he knew what you and Seungcheol were up to, but he was the only one of the kids who didn't tease you about it even though he was the one most often inadvertently exposed.

Your boyfriend dropped his hands to cup your elbows and guided you backwards until he could kick the door shut behind him, then let go of you to lock it and throw his towel into the corner somewhere. "Sorry I didn't meet you at the door," he said to which you just shrugged, and let your coat drop off of your shoulders to the floor.

"How long do we have?" You asked, sitting down at the end of Seungcheol's bed as he picked up your coat and hung it on the back of the only chair in the room. The furniture was lacking---all they could fit around the two enormous bunk beds was a rickety old desk, a hand-me-down dining chair for said desk, and one dresser stuffed with all four boys' things.

"Once he gets in the shower...it won’t be long until he's in here bugging me about food or something? We'll have to be quick," fortunately the two of you had become experts at quick, "turn and lean over the edge. We have fifteen minutes.”

Nothing could have given you any greater pleasure than doing just as he said, bracing your knees against the edge of the mattress and presenting yourself to Seungcheol. He came up behind you, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down over your hips, past your thighs to sit around your knees. Then, for a moment, he was still.

"Cheoool, what are you doing?" You whined, wiggling your ass for him, wondering why he hadn't pulled off your underwear and gotten to it yet. Instead of answering, he lowered to the floor, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on one of your round cheeks.

"These are cute," he whispered against the fabric of your panties, and it all came rushing back to you---this morning when you realized you'd forgotten to do your laundry again and the only pair you could find were these raggedy old ones with kittens on them. You vaguely remembered an aunt buying them for you one Christmas at the end of or right after high school, and for reasons you couldn't properly explain, you'd moved them around with you that long. Maybe this exact moment was why.

"Fuck you," you mumbled, and he laughed, "I'm getting to that." Then he did as you wanted, pulling your underwear down around your knees. Of all the most pleasant sounds in the world, none were quite as sweet to your ear as that of Seungcheol's sigh of absolute bliss when he took two heaps of your ass into each of his big hands and squeezed tight. He was definitely a butt man, that you'd known since before you started dating, but you never could have known then how deep his obsession with your ass would go.

You looked over your shoulder to observe Seungcheol's slack jaw and hooded eyes while he spread your cheeks apart and admired the part of your body that he loved the most. "You're such a perv," you teased him, "just get on with it already." His gaze immediately shot up to meet your eyes, sharp beneath his lashes. With one challenging raise of your brow, Seungcheol lifted a hand and brought it down swiftly.

"Ow, fuck!" He smoothed his palm over the soft flesh, massaging circles into the spot he'd just hit, and it caught you off guard again when his other hand delivered a quick smack to the other side. Although you winced, you didn't shy away from the spanks---you pushed your ass out further, eager for more. Seungcheol didn't let you down. The pops got harder every time, but you never asked him to stop, not even when there were tears building up and threatening to spill down your cheeks. It hurt, yes, but you were crying because it felt so good.

But Seungcheol always knew when you were reaching your limits. The very instant you had leaned to one side to brace yourself against the oncoming blow, he stopped. The pink tint that your ass had taken on was more than enough to please him, but not too much that he'd left handprints in his wake. You hadn't been most of Seungcheol's firsts, but you had been his first time spanking somebody. That first time you hadn't used your safe word at any point, hadn't needed to, but Seungcheol still almost cried when he saw the bruises he'd left on his favorite part of your body. Ever since then, his spankings had been on the gentler side.

"That was for being mouthy and impatient," he explained, "although I don't think you're really learning a lesson when you're enjoying it so much." He had you there, and you hummed through a guilty grin back at him.

At least five minutes if not more had already had to have passed by now, so as you laid your head back down on the mattress you thought Seungcheol would finally ease himself into you---but in the heat of the moment, you'd forgotten how thoughtful your boyfriend was, and it surprised you when you felt his hot tongue lick a stripe up your slit.

The shriek you let out was far from sexy, but with his lips wrapped around your clit and the tip of his nose nudging against your hole, he couldn't complain. You moved up onto your forearms so you could look back at the ridiculous sight of nothing but Seungcheol's wet hair visible over your ass.

"I thought we had to be quick," you gasped, "oral isn't quick," why were you saying this as if he should stop? "...not that I'm complaining." He laughed against you, and the vibrations made you shake and collapse face first into his sheets. Later, if he complained about the drool you got on them, you'd be sure to remind him that it was all his fault for needing to have a taste of you.

Both of his hands were framing your waist until one of them was leaving its place so that he could venture a couple of fingers knuckle deep into your core. You hissed at the sudden intrusion, reaching back blindly to grab and pull your boyfriend's hair. "Give a girl a little warning," you said.

"Just needed to feel how hot and wet you were for me," he sighed, detaching his lips from your clit. His other hand wrapped around your waist to rub circles there as he added his middle finger to those pumping inside of you. "It feels good, though, doesn't it?"

"Ssooo goood," you slurred the words, but you weren't even embarrassed by a reaction like that anymore. You knew Seungcheol loved to see and hear and feel the overwhelming effect that he had on you. On the one occasion that he'd made a point of forcing a third orgasm out of you in one round and you blacked out, he had never felt more proud of himself. Of course, that was after he coaxed you back to consciousness, cleaned you up, and asked you about fifty times if you were sure that you were okay (you were more than okay).

You hated that you could already feel the swell of imminent release brewing in your tummy, tendrils of arousal reaching out to all the dark and dusty corners. It really had been so long since Seungcheol had gotten his hands on you like this. But then they were gone, he stepped away and you could feel the slick dripping down your thighs from the way that the cold air from the AC nipped at the skin. Your hole clenched, desperate to be filled back up by him, and you didn't even recognize the sound of anguish that you made---something between a sob and a scream and a fucking hex on this terrible, horrible man who loved to make you suffer.

"I'm right here, baby, I'm here," he smoothed his palm over the small of your back to reassure you of his presence, "but you're right, I can't take my time with you the way I'd like to. Get the lube out of the drawer." You stretched your torso across the bed and violently pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand Seungcheol and Mingyu shared. Just like you remembered, it was filled with books you'd given him that he didn't have the time to read, a dozen half-empty bottles of hand sanitizer you'd left there, a thousand coins, tissues, earrings, and tons of fan letters. One of them had little hearts drawn on the front that couldn't have been drawn by anyone older than thirteen, and it was beneath this one that you found the little bottle Seungcheol had asked for.

You felt dirty.

"Thank you, baby," Seungcheol said as he took it, and you watched him squeeze a generous helping into his left hand before snapping the lid closed and throwing the bottle over onto Jihoon's bed. He used his free hand to yank his boxers down, letting his erection pop up and gravitate towards you, then reached beneath your thigh to pull your legs wide apart and settle himself in between them. You closed your eyes again, and heard the most delightful slippery sound of the lube being rubbed between Seungcheol's palms.

He'd let you pick the lube out yourself when he ordered it, warming and vanilla caramel flavored, but it had hardly been used since then. It had come in handy only on a few occasions---ones during which you had agreed to try anal play with him. Today it was needed because there just wasn't the time for Seungcheol to get you as soaking for him as he'd have liked.

His hands returned to their favorite place, spreading the lube liberally over your ass and your hips. Any other time you'd have welcomed the massage, asked him to rub the kinks out of your neck and shoulders, but then Seungcheol was leaning forward and nestling his cock between your cheeks.

"God, you look so fucking hot all oiled for me like this," he hissed, squeezing either side of your ass together as he rocked himself in between them. His grunts of pleasure were music to your ears, but not to your vagina, and you couldn't help the dread that spiked through you as his cock head brushed over your puckered hole.

You angled your arm behind your back to place a hand over Seungcheol's, squeezing his fingers to get his attention. "No anal, today, buddy," you said, trying to let him down gently. His pout deserved to be kissed away, but it wasn't easy getting yourself up straight in this position to reach his lips.

"I know, I know," he sighed, trying to hide his disappointment, "just, wow. This ass. It's a good ass." You bit back your laugh and nodded in understanding. Seungcheol reluctantly dragged his hands down until they reached the apex of your thighs, and the feeling of his two fingers slipping effortlessly back into you made your entire body tremble.

"Want my cock now, baby?" He asked, "I dunno if you're ready for me yet," as he curled his fingers and rubbed the rough tips of them against your walls. You rocked back against him, needing more more more and Seungcheol only laughed. "Can you take a third finger baby girl?" You tried to say yes, God yes, but he didn't need your answer before the third eased in. He loved to spread you wide open before getting himself inside of you.

A moan came from Seungcheol’s lips, wrapping tight around your form, encouraging you to peek back at him again. It was an obscene sight: him impaling you on three fingers from one hand while the other was rubbing lube over his leaking, swollen cock. Anticipation surged through every inch of your body, you waiting with bated breath as he finally slipped his fingers out to mix your sticky sweet wetness into the coating on his erection.

You knew it was coming, but you still screamed when your boyfriend shoved himself ball deep into you. Slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the tail end of the sound was the best you could do, and you scrambled to grab one of his pillows from the head of the bed to bite down onto. Seungcheol’s pace was unforgiving, but he didn’t need to be soft with you—between the lube and your own slick and the way you’d opened yourself up considerably to his fingers, you were more than ready for the pounding.

And it was a pounding, Seungcheol’s hips slamming against your ass. It would’ve hurt if it wasn’t a feeling you were so used to already. As always, he couldn’t keep himself from grunting nasty things at you about how well you took him in. “This body was made for me,” he said, “made for my cock. Look at the way your ass bounces while I fuck you, god, I love it.” His grip on your hips was tight so he could force you back against him, and then one of his hands moved on to more familiar territory, squeezing an ass cheek with all of his strength. He just couldn’t help himself.

“Next time you’ll let me in your ass, right, baby?” He cooed, a barely there sound but you heard him loud and clear. You’d only had anal sex once and you were almost ashamed of how much you’d loved it, weren’t sure if it was because it actually felt good for you or because it had turned Seungcheol into an absolute beast with no control. “Don’t be scared,” he added, “we’ll work you open with my fingers and your toys. We’ll do it at your place so no one can interrupt us, I’ll spend hours opening you up for me. Okay?”

Between the grunts and the way his voice caught with each thrust, it took him a good minute to get it all out but he wouldn’t stop until he’d completed the thought. Even with his cock sheathed in your pussy, getting into your ass was a priority for him. “Okay, Cheol,” you groaned into the pillow, “whatever you want, baby. Juuust f-fuck me harder, p-pleeease.” There was drool all over the material shoved into your mouth, leaking to the rest of the cushion but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

It was a strange sensation when you felt tugging, and a delayed realization that Seungcheol had tangled his fingers in your hair and was pulling your head up, pulling at your whole upper body. The sting in your scalp had you up on your hands to ease the pain, and Seungcheol took the opportunity to reach beneath you and wrap his forearm around your midsection. He tugged you upright to paste his front to your back, and the new angle had the tip of his cock digging into that special spot that set your entire body aflame.

“Oh God, Seungcheol!” You moaned, throwing your head back over his shoulder and exposing your neck and collar to him. He dove in, feasting on the flesh, intent on leaving a mark that would last until he could have you next. The feeling of his teeth scraping at your jugular and his cock sinking over and over into you was so much, but it didn’t become too much until he reached down to smooth a fingertip over your clit.

He felt you tighten around him, noticed your chest rising rapidly when your already uneven breathing became erratic and labored. You had put your hands on his arm wrapped around your stomach and when your nails dug mercilessly into his skin, Seungcheol knew you were just at the edge of fucking rapture. “Look at me,” he demanded in a voice entirely too composed for your liking, “don’t you dare come until you look at me.”

You managed to tilt your head in his direction, forcing your eyelids to peel apart so you could look into his once bright brown eyes now endless inky depths of arousal. The look in them said nothing less than he wanted to eat you whole, and you wanted to let him. Upon eye contact, Seungcheol leaned forward to attach your lips to his. Later, you’d realize that was the first time he’d kissed you since this all started.

It was hard kissing in this position, and your heads bounced with the force of each thrust but you still tried. Your saliva mixed with his and was spread all around your mouth and your chin but God, you just didn’t care, as long as his cock was inside of you and his fingers were still rubbing circles into your clit and those plush but always chapped lips that you loved were on yours.

Always one step ahead of you, keenly aware of the most minuscule ways your body moved and reacted that even you would never know of, Seungcheol knew exactly when to move away so that he could slap a hand over your mouth. You screamed into his palm and ground yourself back, squeezing your eyes shut as all the colors in the rainbow burst behind them and danced in your vision. The eruption was all over your body, extending from the pit of your stomach to your fingers to your toes and into your head.

The feeling of your body undulating against him and your pussy convulsing around his cock threw Seungcheol into his own orgasm, shooting hot streams of cum deep into your womb. It was a feeling you loved, ached for. He bucked his hips a few more times into you, letting you milk him, wringing out of every last drop of his release.

You sighed dreamily and collapsed back into Seungcheol’s arms, spent. Losing strength quickly, Seungcheol unsheathed himself from inside of you so that he could spin you around and gently lay you down on his mattress, then let himself fall down at your side, wrapped all around you. He was trying hard to catch his breath just so that he could say, “Wow, we’re so good at that.”

“Quickies? Fuck yeah, we are. Nobody has fifteen minute sex like us,” You agreed with him whole-heartedly. Reigning King and Queen of Quickies.

Seungcheol giggled, and it was a sound so out of place as his cum swirled around inside of you and his sweaty naked body kept itself stuck to yours, but it made you grin and giggle with him. Soon the both of you were a giggling mess, and you weren’t even sure what you were giggling about. The fact that Chan knew you’d just fucked in here? That you could smell the burning oatmeal raisin cookies from the kitchen? Or, fuck, that you had to work tomorrow after all of this?

Or the fact that someone was pounding on the door, screaming to be let in or else he would break all of Seungcheol’s bones? It was Jihoon’s voice shooting off threats left and right, and your boyfriend’s giggles immediately died out to be replaced by a gasp and a frightened, wide-eyed glance up at you.

You had no help to offer up. You didn’t want to die.

“I’m tired, what the fuck are you doing! We’ve been up since 5 A.M.!” You glanced at the clock on the wall and gawked at the short hand just past the number three. Seungcheol had been up for nearly twenty four hours, but he’d still just fucked you with all the energy in the world. He was superhuman.

Superhuman and yet scared to death of the 5-foot-nothing boy separated from the two of you only by a big slab of wood. To be fair, he could probably burn it down with his laser vision if he got angry enough, and he was just about there. “Get under the covers! Pretend to be asleep!” Seungcheol was whisper-shouting, helping you pull your underwear and your shorts back on before he threw his comforter on top of you and made a step towards the door.

You grabbed his wrist at the last second, and ignored the sheer panic on his face to reach up and pat his sex hair down, wipe your drool off his chin, and fix the waistband of his shorts that sat skewed on his hips. “Put a shirt on while you’re at it,” you advised him, and he looked at at you like you’d just solved the mystery of life itself before he grabbed any random shirt on the ground to tug on. You hastily crawled back under the comforter, shoved your face back into the pillow you’d been biting down on,, and made to act like you’d been asleep for hours now.

Before he opened the door, Seungcheol looked back at you one last time to make sure everything was in place. You shot him a little thumbs-up of support, and could practically hear his heart beating for you from all the way on the other side of the room. What a fucking loser.

“—the smell of your burning flesh will—” was what Jihoon was in the middle of saying as the door swung open, and stopped saying at the sight of Seungcheol in front of him at last, “I’m actually going to murder you. I don’t make empty threats.”

“Jihoonie, keep your voice down,” Seungcheol spit out, “Y/N’s sleeping. I was just trying to get out from under her without waking her up.” He sounded scarily convincing, painting this thick layer of grogginess over his voice that hadn’t been there a moment ago. You strained your ears to place exactly where in the room they were as Jihoon shoved his way inside and quietly tiptoed to his bunk.

If you knew Jihoon, you knew he was suspiciously surveying the scene. But you and Seungcheol had previously agreed on not using condoms, so there was no incriminating foil packet on the floor, and the vanilla scent of your lube drifting through the air could easily be any air freshener. There was the creaking of Jihoon’s old mattress as he dumped himself down onto it, and his grumbled, “Whatever, I’m going to sleep,” then silence. You and Seungcheol had pulled off the perfect crime.

Speaking of Seungcheol, you felt him slipping under the covers from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling his face against your hair, breathing in deep. “I know I said this earlier,” he whispered, “but I really missed you. And I love you.”

You finally turned back around, nuzzling into Seungcheol’s pillow and feeling the tug of drowsiness luring you into dreamland. Surely, you’d dream of nothing but chapped lips and chocolate chip cookies and gross-out-horror-movie-nights, and Girl’s Generation would be the soundtrack to it all. “I missed you, too. And I love you.”

At the last minute, you were jolted out of near-slumber by the feeling of something hard smacking against your waist, and ricocheting to hit Seungcheol right in the face. He sat up, one hand rubbing the little red mark on his forehead, the other grabbing the weapon that had fallen to the comforter and sheets scrunched up around his waist.

Holding it up to the light of the moon coming through the window, you and Seungcheol looked on in terror at the bottle of lube before both of your heads turned slowly to the neighboring bunk. Jihoon had his back turned, but one of his hands was held up with the middle finger pointed up right at you.

“Either you move out and into Y/N’s place or I’m gone,” he barked over his shoulder, “God, I’m so tired of this. You two are disgusting.”

You tried to stop the laugh tumbling out from your chest, you really did…but one look at Seungcheol and the two of you had dissolved into giggles yet again. Jihoon huffed and pulled his pillow over his head, singing loudly to himself to drown you out.

“I don’t have a schedule tomorrow,” Seungcheol suddenly said through his laughter, “and I’m…not really tired anymore.”

You definitely got the hint. “Yeah, well…I’m feeling really gross…you could probably use another shower, too…and we should give Jihoonie some peace and quiet, don’t you think?” Seungcheol promptly scooped you up into his arms, hopping off the bed and kicking the door open and carrying you down the hall to the bathroom.

Scarring even more of his members sounded like the perfect way to keep the night alive—who cared about having to go to work in the morning? Who cared that Jihoon might actually change the locks? Spending as much time with Seungcheol like this as you could was worth it.

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Hungry Eyes, Starving Heart

A Seth MacFarlane Fan Fiction

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hey everyone! I decided to make a fan account because my personal was not meant for writing. Its just random posts that I reblog. I honestly had no idea Seth had this many fans on tumblr. I used to write Teen Wolf fan fiction about a year ago so I’m a bit rusty but please leave feedback and if you want more chapters. Right now its PG but smut is to come in later!

What do most students do their senior year of high school? Party and have fun. They stay busy planning their prom dates, saving for senior trip and enjoying their last year as a child. But me? I am busy trying to make sure I get into my dream college, University of California-San Diego. I want to major in biology and spend my life studying various diseases then ultimately finding a cure for them. In order to achieve this sort of feat I am literally pushing myself to limit. Obtaining every possible credit I can get my hands on and perfecting my only extra curricular activity, choir. I am up to my eyeballs in things I have to get completed and if it weren’t for my best friend I wouldn’t know what to do.

“Top of the morning love!” Nora’s voice chimed into my ear. I shook my head out of my day dream.

“Morning you. Did you bring me one of those?” I asked while eyeing the large coffee she had in her hand.

“This one is yours, I already downed mine. Wow you look like shit El. What’s wrong?” She sounded like a total mom.

“Thanks and I appreciate the compliment too. I didn’t sleep much last night. Was up late finishing my summer projects. I had so much I couldn’t finish everything in time. My dad made me go on vacation for 2 weeks and that took up a lot of valuable time.” I finished with a shrug.

“Elise you have always been the smartest girl in school. Your grades are fine. Why so much worry? Its our senior year! Let’s relax before we both go off to big bad college.” Nora said sweetly. She honestly means well but simply doesn’t understand.

“Nora you know I have to get into San Diego. Its my dream. I have to earn my keep, I just can’t waltz in! Now please quiz me.”

I handed her a deck of flash cards for English and had her quiz me on the definitions. She showed me each word and I stated the definitions with ease. We were almost done with the deck when something, or someone I should say caught my eye. Entering the cafeteria was a man I had never seen before. He carried a brief case and was wearing a teacher I.D. badge. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him as he went through the line and grabbed a quick meal. He thanked the cafeteria clerk with a bright warm smile. My lips automatically twitched into barely noticeable a grin. He was contagious.

“Earth to Elise, hello? You mean to tell me you can’t tell me the definition of personification after acing the college level vocabulary in the first half of the deck?” I could hear Nora but I wasn’t able to speak. The mysterious man had me completely entranced. Finally she noticed what I was staring at.

“Oh okay, I bet that’s the new English teacher, you know Mrs. Holloway is on maternity leave for the rest of the year right?” Nora asked.

“Yeah he must be, I have never seen that man before in my life. Wow I had no idea she wouldn’t be coming back?” I replied.

“Oh yeah she said 6 weeks wasn’t long enough and she wasn’t ready to leave her baby just yet. I doubt she will ever come back! So I guess you did most of this summer work for nothing.” Her tone was playful now, she found this funny.

“Well hopefully he will pick up where she left off. I want to stay above the game regardless. Was it just me or was he kinda cute ?” I asked. Nora snorted and almost choked on her spit.

“What? That old guy? He’s was like what 40? No way El. What’s wrong with you? He is old enough to be our dad for christ’s sake!” My face instantly turned red. Yeah she’s right I thought to myself, too old and I was crazy for thinking he was cute. Get a grip Elise.

“Never mind I mean from a distance he looked cute.” Nora nodded and just like that brushed the whole situation off. She was too busy scrolling through her phone to continue caring. I nibbled at the rest of my breakfast while reading a book. After what felt like an eternity the bell rang out to dismiss us to 1st period. I had AP physics and had no idea who my classmates were going to be. Nora was my only real friend and no offense she didn’t care about school as much as I did. And all of my classes were AP besides choir of course which was the only class I had with her. The first 4 classes went by slowly. They were spent handing out books and going over the syllabus. I was starving by the time lunch came around. Unfortunately Nora and I didn’t share the same lunch period either so here I was stuck defending for myself while trying to find a seat. The indoor cafeteria was absolutely full, the tables outside were also. I wandered the grounds until I found an empty picnic table by a tree. It was vacant thanks to its distance from the school. I didn’t mind though, I always left lunch early anyways to ensure I wouldn’t be tardy. I sat down with my tray and continued reading in my book since I was alone. I popped earbuds in to better concentrate on the words in front of me. Mindlessly munching down on a cheese burger I was startled by a tray dropping on the table. I quickly jumped up while yanking my headphones out.

“Oh my apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just looking for a spot to eat, apparently this is the most crowded lunch period and I noticed you had this whole table to yourself. Mind if I join you?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the new teacher that I spotted from this morning. He was even more breath taking up close. His dark brown eyes that resembled coal earlier were now like honey in the sunlight, his smile was beautiful thanks to his spotless white teeth. His jet black hair was styled very casual in a sort of messy quiff. I noted then he was very tall too, especially compared to my short stature. I must have looked like an ant through his eyes. I struggled to find my words but eventually did.

“Oh of course pl…please sit. I was just really into my book and didn’t see you. No one ever bothers me when they see I have headphones in.” I replied with a small smile.

“Thank you miss. I’m new here so I’m not too keen with all the rules. I’m Mr. MacFarlane by the way. You are?” He said while extending his hand out. I softly grabbed it as he shook softly.

“I’m Elise Goodman. You are the new English teacher correct?” I said curiously. I tried not to sound nervous. He was so gorgeous that it was becoming intimidating.

“Pleasure meeting you Ms. Goodman. And yes I’m Mrs. Holloways replacement. I must say I’m pretty nervous. I have been subbing at the college for quite sometime. High schoolers? That’s a whole new world.” His voice was beyond beautiful, it was deep and elegant. He sounded like someone who should talk on the radio or voice the previews in movie theaters. I was hanging onto every word that fell from his lips. He spoke about moving here from a neighboring town, he said most of the teachers here weren’t very welcoming. He claims because of his previous position but I think it’s because of his physical appearance. He looked like a model in comparison to the rest of the staff. Most of the teachers here were either old or super nerdy. His profession didn’t fit his appearance at all.

“Richard Dawkins? Really?” He asked while pointing down to my book.

“Uh yeah I am kind of a biology freak. Mr. Dawkins is my hero.” I said with a blush. He noticed and smiled at me.

“Why are you embarrassed? That is something to be proud of. You seek education. Do you know how rare that is these days?” He sounded like an angel speaking to me. Once again my cheeks told on me.

“Well I…I’m a dork. That’s not something to be proud of. I am literally teased for being myself which just so happens to be a huge nerd. I love science more than most 18 year old girls.” He laughed at my reply. I felt hurt, that wasn’t meant to be funny at all it was the truth.

“You shouldn’t care what your peers think. In 10 years you will be successful and they will be assistant managers in a super market down town. You will go places while they are stuck with minimum wage.” Wow he was blunt. Not really in a rude way but in a literal manner. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind and I envied that. I was always too scared to say anything in fear of making someone mad.

“I have never really thought of it that way before?” I bit my lip and looked down at my watch. I gasped and gathered my things up.

“I am so sorry but I have to leave now, I can’t be late for 5th period. I’m always early for class and this one is on the other side of the building. It was great talking with you Professor MacFarlane! Thank you for sitting with me.” I pushed my glasses up onto my nose and threw my bag over my shoulder. I dropped my book on the ground and quickly bent over to pick it up when I realized my skirt had climbed further up my waist. Damn uniforms were always messing up. I grabbed the book up quickly and threw it into my bag. I shimmed my skirt down hoping he hadn’t seen my underwear and half my ass. He cleared his throat loudly, I spotted a grin and I knew at that moment he had seen everything. How embarrassing! Great, I flashed the hot new English teacher after just meeting him. My face was now the color of a ripe tomato. I wanted to turn around and apologize but I couldn’t face him after that. I scurried away and bolted through the side door. Nora just so happened to be at her locker as I ran to her she laughed seeing me in my current state.

“Elise what the hell are you running from? The first bell hasn’t even rang yet.” She asked while I tried to catch my breath.

“Okay so the new English teacher his name is Mr. MacFarlane by the way, he joined me for lunch outside. And uh well I accidentally flashed him my whole ass! I bent over to pick up my book that fell and my skirt had slid up over my hips and bam. It was just on display. I could have died Nora! I was so embarrassed! He was way cool and now I ruined it.” Her eyes grew wide then she burst out into laughter.

“Only you El, only you. I swear that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Now every time he sees you in class he is going to think about your ass! Wait you had underwear on right? Or was it a thong?” She asked in a serious tone.

“Fuck Nora I have regular underwear on! Thongs are very uncomfortable.” She rolled her eyes at my response.

“No they’re not, virgins don’t wear thongs. I forgot you have yet to be deflowered my little friend.” She patted my shoulder.

“Oh hush. I just haven’t found a guy I’m attracted to in that way yet.” I grumbled while digging around in my locker.

“I think you have. You’re hot for teacher aren’t you! No need to confess, I know you are, after your little statement this morning. You want the English teacher! God that’s so gross. He is ancient Elise. I mean at least settle for a college guy.” Nora went on ragging me into the next century.

“I am not hot for teacher! I mean he is insanely attractive, nice, intelligent and…fuck it. I am. Kill me now Nora!” I admitted defeat.

Nora and I parted ways, I had 2 more classes before AP English. It was my last class of the day and I am not going to be able to look Mr. Macfarlane in the face. The next 2 periods went by too fast for my liking. I was biting my nails in AP European History just knowing when the bell chimed I would have to enter his classroom. I gathered my books for 7th period and made my way inside. Of course I was early, but thankfully he wasn’t in the room yet. I took a seat in the back of the class near the window. Within minutes the room started filling up. I watched the door anticipating him to be next. Then finally he stepped in. He had an large coffee in hand and a stack of papers.

“Afternoon everyone. My name is Mr. Macfarlane. I am the new English teacher. I was working at the college but took this exciting new offer. High school is a whole new ball park but I look forward to this opportunity. Especially the fact that this is an AP class so that means you all actually give a shit. Pardon my French but I am simply being truthful.” We all laughed as his comment. We knew exactly what he meant. He passed out the syllabus and went over it. He was picking up where right around where Mrs. Holloway left off and I was relieved. He told us the summer projects needed to be left on his desk at the end of the week. Thankfully he was easy on us since it was the first day and we spent the rest of the class talking amongst ourselves. I didn’t really like anyone else in this class so I went straight to reading. I was alone in the back corner and that’s how I liked it. Everyone else chattered in groups and my ears picked up on a nearby conversation. It was Laura Compton and her friends. They were the class bitches. No one liked them but every guy wanted to sleep with them. And they were known for getting around town. Okay now I sound like a 70 year old man. To put it bluntly they were just a bunch of whores. Laura was going on about how hot Mr. Macfarlane was. So I wasn’t the only one…Nora just has bad taste. Anyways the way they were talking about him was making my blood boil. Like he was an animal up on the auctioning block. They were only interested in a fuck. I actually wanted to get to know him better, he was so sweet and interesting. I ground my teeth at their words. I couldn’t focus on my book anymore. I looked up at the clock and it was almost time for the dismissal bell. When I looked up Mr. Macfarlane’s eyes were glued to me. I quickly looked back down. Then he stood up and made an announcement.

“I need to see Elise Goodman after class.” Hearing him say my name made my heart skip a beat. Laura and her clique casted their glares at me. I could feel their eyes burning into my skin. Minutes then passed like seconds and the bell rang out. I stayed seated while everyone else filed out of the room. I couldn’t help but squirm when I heard his footsteps. I looked up to see him smiling as he sat on top of the desk in front of me.

“Look about earlier, I’m so sorry. I am beyond embarrassed and ashamed. I swear it wasn’t intentional sir. I’m not like that at all!” I spat out before he had a chance to even say anything. He chuckled at my distressed state.

“Elise please, you don’t have to apologize. Accidents happen. I know you aren’t “like that” And I’m not mad at you, far from it actually.” He said with a sweet smile.

“Really? I was worried all day about the whole situation. These old skirts are not easy to work with sometimes. And I didn’t want to make a bad first impression. “ I replied quickly stammering on before realizing the last part of his reply. He said he wasn’t mad, far from it…was he hinting to something else? He had liked what he had seen? No way I’m overthinking it. I was now silent. I looked up to see him grinning. My face flushed bright red. That is when I felt something between us. Almost like a magnetic force. With every fiber of my being I wanted to jump at him and just kiss those perfect lips. How I kept myself restrained I’ll never know. That’s when I could feel my underwear soaking by the second. Never before in my life had I felt this way towards someone. Of course I’ve have had crushes before but that was the extent of it. I never pictured myself pouncing one of them. If I were being honest, I wanted to do more than just kiss the man in front of me. I remained silent though, I was afraid to speak.

“I look forward to reading your summer projects. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they interpret classic works of literature. The way a book speaks to a person is a reflection of their mind and some say even their soul.” He spoke like a true poet.

“I couldn’t agree more sir.” I replied in almost a whisper. I was completely drawn to this man whom I just met. Could he possibly feel the same way? No….stop it Elise.

“See you tomorrow Ms. Goodman.” He said while gathering my books up for me. He held them while I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder.

“Uhm thank you, see you tomorrow Professor Macfarlane.” I walked out of the room holding my breath. I skipped to my locker to put my books away. The hallways were almost empty. Aside from Nora who stood by our lockers with her arms folded.

“What took you so long El? I’ve been waiting on you forever!” She said in an annoyed tone.

“Sorry I had to stay after class. Mr. Macfarlane needed to ask me something about the summer project. I hope he goes easy on the grading.” I tried to act casual.

“Oh. Well I bet you liked that. One on one time with your crush.” She winked at me. I had to be inconspicuous about this. I didn’t want to start anything that could cause trouble.

“It was okay. I mean he’s cute but you’re right. Definitely too old. I do need to get out in the dating game, we just have slim pickings in our class though so it won’t be easy.” Nora slammed her locker and stared at me.

“Are you serious? Little miss book worm is wanting to try dating?” Oh no Nora was going to take this too far.

“Well not exactly. But if a guy asked me on a date I wouldn’t be so quick to say no. I mean it is about time I gave in.” She was literally jumping up and down. I could already tell she was going to make this a big deal.

“Say no more! If I find you a date you have to go on it okay?” She asked while tugging on my arm.

“I guess. I mean it depends on who it is. I have high standards you know!” She nodded and squealed. We left the building and made our way to the parking lot, Nora always had her brother pick her up after school, he went to college on the other side of town and I walked home. I only lived a few minutes from the school and I enjoyed the scenery.

“Want a ride El?” Nora’s brother Jake asked. I politely declined. I had to work this afternoon at the local book store. It was on down in town which was a 10 minute walk past my house. I didn’t want to make them go out of the way. The siblings pulled out of the lot and I began my journey towards the book store.

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sonofagunslinger · 7 years

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EYE EMOJI. I want Loki and Jesse ofc

General:

Rate the Ship - Awful { these fuckin bois } | Ew { I hate them } | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - LEL. till McCree does something stupid like getting himself killed or dying from old-age.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Fast.

How was their first kiss? - Wholly unexpected on McCree’s behalf, probably accidentally knocked his teeth against Loki’s and feeling red hot in the face because of it. Loki’d probably make a light of it and they’d start kissing properly once McCree fell into a rhythm.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - To be honest, McCree would. He’d pop the question after months of debating it and then try and laugh it off because he fears Loki’s rejection. When Loki says however, he’d probably be overcome with emotion.

Who is the best man/men? - Obviously Keir, without a doubt. And any other close confidants of Loki.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Again, any of Loki’s numerous friends would take up the majority of the bridal party. McCree…doesn’t have anyone he would invite.

Who did the most planning? - McCree’d just let Loki do whatever he wants, so long as he’s happy.

Who stressed the most? - McCree. Even over the most silliest of things.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Fancy and probably real expensive. All come out of Loki’s pocket though - McCree has about as much money as he does friends. He’d consider taking a few contracts just to help with the expenses. Also the place would probably be flocked with corvids.Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -

Sex:

Who is on top? - McCree usually adopts that roll, though they change things up on the regular

Who is the one to instigate things? - Honestly? Both.

How healthy is their sex life? - Can’t keep their hands off each other, even if its the little things like brushing their hands together when passing each other.Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Til midday

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - McCree will try and make Loki come more, just for his own enjoyment.

How rough are they in bed? - DependsSofter than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - A lotNo touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? -

How many children will they adopt? - McCree doesn’t think himself fit for fatherhood but rhetorically he’d love a kid, someone he can pass all his knowledge on to.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Equally shared. If one’s gotta change the diapers then the other has to compensate with doing something the other wants.

Who is the stricter parent? - I think they’d be equal on that front (though McCree would sneak into their kids room after bedtime with hot chocolate when he doesn’t think Loki is looking)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - McCree. He’d fret that his kid would hurt himself.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Loki, probably

Who is the more loved parent? - how could you ask this

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both show an equal interest in this

Who cried the most at graduation? - Both

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - McCree

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - McCree has a horrible diet, so probably Loki

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Uhh neither?

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both! Though McCree would rather spend his money on pre-made meals than ingredients.

How often do they bake desserts? - Ohh I’m not sure on this one

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - McCree loves Loki’s meat dishes and his meat so I’m guessing meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Loki, and McCree would probably have a stupid grin on his face when he does.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - McCree. He enjoys eating out/takeaway

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - McCree haha

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both share this chore. McCree would throw things this way and that in some semblance of order.

Who is really against chores? - Both dislike it. McCree’ll complain if he has to take the bins out in the cold.

Who cleans up after the pets? -

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - McCree, and being spotted by Keir. Don’t say shit.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Probably Loki. McCree’d accept the fact that there wouldn’t be much improvement regardless if he helped out with the cleaning.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - McCree, who was only cleaning the space because he spilt some sort of hot food all over the couch like an idiot.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - McCree takes a considerable time in the shower. Longer if Loki is there wink

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Halloween, yeah McCree and Loki’d go all out, though McCree would give Loki a gift, even if Loki doesn’t celebrate Christmas.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Don’t make stupid decisions. I jUST SA ID–

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Not sleep til noon, though McCree tries his hardest to keep Loki in bed til then. A King’s responsibilities be damned.

Who plays the most pranks? - McCree. Is this even up for debate.

#kingoftheravens #;ask #;trickshot #{ i love our bois so much }

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