f: hell was following close behind

Kisses And Cookies

Request: “Hi hi! Your Bill Denbrough imagines are amazing and I love them and I was wondering if I could request one because yours are so underrated. Could you do an imagine where the reader and Bill are making Christmas cookies and the losers intentionally didn’t come because they wanted the reader and Bill to finally admit they have feelings for each other and it gets crazy and messy and they’re both so happy and it’s super pure and they accidentally kiss?”
A/N: I am sorry very it took so long to do this. I just haven’t had the motivation to write lately, I feel super terrible but i”m hopefully gonna start writing more!

I set out everything on my kitchen table, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the rest of the group. So far it was just Bill and I, everyone seemed to be running a bit late. Guess we’ll have to start without them, their loss.

“We’re just going to start without them.” I tell Bill. He nods and goes to wash him hands before he starts baking.

We start to set all of the raw cookies on the pan, talking about silly things. I feel my face flush every time he gets close to me. I always do this, sometimes I don’t even notice it.

I’ve had a crush on Bill for a long time now, I can’t remember when it started. It was back in 6th grade, that’s all I can remember. It was a pretty long time ago, we’re in 10th grade now. Wow time does fly huh?

“W-what should we d-do while we wait?” Bill asks me, wiping his hands on his pants.

I shrug and walk into the living room, Bill following behind me, “how about a movie?”

Bill agrees and soon we’re sitting close together watching one of my favorite movies. Before the movie ends the buzzer for the cookies goes off, signaling that they were ready.

I take the cookies out of the oven and smile at how good they smell. Suddenly something hits the side of my face, cookie dough. It was raw cookie dough.

I growl and turn to look at Bill, “why the hell did ya do that?”

He gives me a small smirk, “cause i-it would be f-funny.”

I pick up some more raw cookie dough and chuck it back at him, letting out a hum of satisfaction at the look on his face. Serves him right for hitting me in the first place.

Soon we’re chucking foods at each other, somehow he got ahold of flour and eggs, not a good combination, and we were covered. I groan at the mess that was now my kitchen.

“D-don’t worry, I’ll c-clean it up,” Bill assures me, walking closer and laying a hand on my shoulder. I nod and turn to face him, only to have my lips collide with his own.

My eyes widen in surprise, so did his. Neither of us were expecting this, guess we were a bit too close. He pulls away quickly and stutters out an apology, well more like several of them.

I giggle and pull him back to me, kissing him more passionately this time. He’s even more stunned than before, but luckily I knew what I was doing, well somewhat I should say.

When we pull away the second time, we silently get to work on fixing the kitchen. We had to move quickly because my parents would be home soon and if they saw the kitchen they would be livid with me. Boy is the rest of the club lucky that they couldn’t make it, but then again, if they had I probably wouldn’t have gotten to kiss Bill. Perhaps I should thank them the next time I see them.

Air (James Potter x Reader)

Request: Yes

Warnings: Deep feelings?

Enjoy!

Part 2


Y/N sighed softly as she slowly escaped from between her sheets. With a dejected breath and half closed eyes, she made her way to the bathroom.

“Oh, shit” she murmured when she glanced at the blurred reflection in the mirror.

Her face was paler than normal and under her eyes appeared dark bags.

Well then, shower it is. It doesn’t matter if I’ll be a little late on breakfast anyway…


Y/N entered the Great Hall running, as usual, and hurried to where her friends were sitting.

“A little early, are we, Y/N?” Y/F/N smirked, looking up from her plate.

“Oh shut up. It’s like you can recognise my footsteps” she said in an annoyed tone, throwing her legs over the bench to properly face her friends.

Y/F/N couldn’t help but snicker, knowing how irritated Y/N could get by this subject.

“I just took a shower. A very-needed shower, I might add”

“I won’t fight with you on that. Good grief, she looked like a tired ghost” one of her roommates added.

“A tired ghost?” Y/N raised a single eyebrow at her friend’s description.

“Yeah, you know. That kind of ghost which looks like it spent all its life working and then died to finally go to bed”

Her friends began laughing loudly, but Y/N only grimaced.

“You’re always going to pick on my thirst for knowledge, aren’t you?”

“You name it ‘thirst for knowledge’, I name it ‘workaholic’”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but smiled a little.

They really are hopeless, aren’t they?


“What’s up with the hurry?” Y/F/N asked.

Once Y/N and her friends reached the hallway, they saw a multitude of students gathered at the entrance.

“Aren’t we supposed to head to Charms?” Y/N murmured, glancing at her schedule again.

“We are. But these are the Gryffindors. We’re having our class with them”

Y/N raised her eyes from the paper to peer at the crowd. Yes, certainly the Gryffindors. But what the hell are they doing here?

“Well, they certainly have a reason for being here. I guess it won’t hurt if we just ask them” she quipped, already making her way to the other students.

Y/F/N followed close behind her as they approached one group of Gryffindors.

“Excuse me” Y/N cleared her throat, asking for their attention. “Do you know by any chance if Professor Flitwick told us to wait for him here?”

Four people turned around and Y/N could make out the figures of four boys.

Oh, no… Y/N mentally slapped herself for being so stupid. The ones standing in front of her were none others than the Marauders.

“Well, well. How can we help you, ladies?” the long, dark haired boy spoke, flashing the two girls a rather dashing smile.

Y/N just rolled her eyes. Of course. Sirius Black, notorious flirt.

“Do you know if we must wait for Professor Flitwick here, or not?” she asked again, deciding she wanted to make this conversation as short as possible.

“And what do I get if I tell you?” Sirius smirked, then winked at her friend.

Y/N couldn’t help but groan and shake her head disapprovingly when she heard Y/F/N giggle.

“Come on, Padfoot. Don’t be a jerk. Give the lady what she wants” another boy interfered.

Y/N stole a quick glance at him. He was grinning too, but the suggestive tone James Potter used made Y/N’s cheeks heat up. She couldn’t help but observe his lean body, how the black mess he called hair would fall over his eyes, or how he’d randomly stare at her when they were in the Great Hall, or during classes.

Y/N quickly turned her eyes away, feeling that his gaze was already boring holes into her head and tried to settle down the heat in her cheeks.

Y/F/N snickered rather audibly from behind her, while staring at James.

“What?” the boy said, noticing her eyes glued on him. “Do I have something on my face?”

Y/N snapped her head towards them, understanding immediately what was happening and shot Y/F/N a death glare.

“No, there’s nothing on your face” she responded calmly. “Now, if you would-”

“Professor Flitwick is coming” a sandy haired boy interjected.

Y/N took a second to look at him, before turning around, to face the professor. Remus. She would often spend time with him in the library, discussing a good book, doing homework, or just reading next to each other. He seemed the only normal one from that group, honestly.

“Children,” Flitwick addressed them cheerfully “I know this is a bit unexpected, but today we’ll have our class outside, as the spell you’ll learn today requires quite some space.”

Without any further explanation, professor Flitwick began walking towards the entrance and the group of students followed close behind.

Once they reached the Black Lake, the professor stopped and turned to face the students.

“Today, we’ll talk about a rather difficult spell to master, more exactly, a teleportation spell. Come on, find a pair and get your wands out”

After a few minutes of fussing, the group fell into silence once again.

“Good. Now, hold your wands like this and chant ‘Hominem liquescit’. You need to have a place for the object, or person you want to use this spell on to teleport to very clearly contoured in your mind. Be careful when using this spell though. It requires attention and, when used the wrong way, it may damage the person you use it onto. Off you go”

Y/N turned back towards her friend and raised her wand, once Flitwick turned his back at them.

“You’ll let me go first, won’t you?” she asked Y/F/N.

After receiving a small nod, Y/N closed her eyes, focusing her entire attention on the spell. The words kept echoing in her head and she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips.

“Hominem liquescit” she murmured and felt how a thin stride of magic erupted from the tip of her wand.

Y/N tightened the grip on her wand, while repeating the spot Y/F/N should be transported to over and over in her mind. With a rather powerful effort of her energy and a light pop, her arm fell back into its place.

The next thing she knew when she opened her eyes was that her friend was standing in a completely different spot from before, with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, look over there, you all! Miss Y/L/N made it!” Y/N heard professor Flitwick remark and then the round of applause and cheering which followed.

She smiled ever so slightly and turned towards the others. Her gaze slowly moved across the crowd, before her eyes came to a sudden stop.

Her eyes met with his. She froze and felt her heart constrict painfully, although she wasn’t entirely sure why. One thing was clear, though. The boy could easily make her heart race. And while different, brand new emotions began lurking inside her body, her knees seemed to melt. While James’ lips turned upwards, Y/N couldn’t help but grimace.

Why is this happening to me?

She internally sighed and dropped her head in one of her hands, still not being able to look away from James.

“Watch it!” someone yelled.

The sound startled Y/N, who tore away her eyes from James’ and whipped her head towards the voice.

It seemed that, in her distraction, Y/N didn’t notice the other students which began working on the spell once again, nor did she notice the spell which was aiming directly at her.

Her eyes widened and, with a strangled gasp, the spell hit her with full force, sending her body tumbling down.

But before she could reach the ground, her body melted with the air, leaving behind an empty spot and a heavy silence.  


Startled gasps echoed across the crowd of students. Professor Flitwick’s shock washed away with a quick shake of his head and he took hold of the situation, yelling over to the teenagers.

“Go look for her! Don’t just stay there like statues” he commanded, then started looking for the girl himself.

But as a piercing scream echoed from the sky, they all stopped their fussing and glanced above them.

Their eyes widened at the sight of Y/N, falling freely from the sky.

“No!” Y/F/N screamed. “She’s going to fall into the lake!”

Everybody’s eyes turned to the trembling girl.

“She doesn’t know how to swim” she whispered almost painfully.

But before the words began sinking in, Y/N’s body hit the water with a loud splash, sending waves all over the water surface and shivers down her classmate’s spines.


Y/N felt the impact with the water and then, the coldness which embraced her body, biting at her skin.

She desperately tried to remain at the surface, but her frantic movements were worthless.

Quickly, the little oxygen from her lungs fade away, being replaced by a burning feeling. Y/N wasn’t sure how, but she could swear that, even under water, she felt her lungs burn. Her whole body began aching with a desperate need for air and her brain felt foggy.

As the water surface was slowly dying into the distance, taking the light with it, Y/N finally let her body fall into the dark abyss.

But as a dark shadow blocked her already blurred view and a strong arm twirled around her waist, her eyes slowly came to a close.


Pain. All she felt was pain. Pain and a terrible headache.

While her brain seemed to come to his senses again, her body refused to even twitch. Her legs and arms felt heavy and her chest was hurting. Every breath she took resulted in a stinging feeling in her lungs.

Although it was bearable, Y/N couldn’t help but groan as a deep breath made her feel like her chest could explode at any moment.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be glued together. But as a shadow blocked the light she could acknowledge even through her closed lids, her eyes flew open with a desperate effort.

The bright light in the room blinded Y/N for just a moment, before a hospital room began contouring.

The Hospital wing? But what am I doing- she wondered, but stopped herself short.

All the memories from the incident floated back into her brain with a striking rapidity, which made her headache intensify. The Charms class. How she mastered the charm. The look she exchanged with James and then… the spell which hit her. She remembered her fall, the impact, the burning feeling which strangled her lungs… And that arm. That shadow.

That’s right. Someone saved me!

She gasped audibly as the thoughts finally clicked.

“Glad to know you’re awake” a deep voice rag from beside her.

Y/N flinched and quickly turned her head, a movement which resulted in a deep pain into her sore neck muscles.

James sat next to her bed, his black hair messy as always and his warm eyes focused on her face. He smiled at her confused expression.

“Did I scare you?” he asked quietly.

“N-no. It’s just… you’ve startled me. This is a bit unexpected. You are a bit unexpected”

“Me?” James cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah… I mean, you being here is a bit unexpected…”

James silently shook his head, which confused Y/N even further.

“So… why are you here?”

“Well, I thought you’d figure by now. My hair is not wet for no reason” he smiled softly at her.

Y/N glanced at his hair and was quite shocked to discover that he was right. At times, lonely droplets of water would stream down his neck and onto his t shirt, making him appear-

No! You won’t finish that thought. Stay collected, stay collected…        

The thought clicked and all the colour from Y/N’s face drained.

So that was his arm around her waist. So that was his warmth which she could feel even if she was surrounded by coldness. So… that was him who saved her.

Only thinking about that, Y/N could swear she felt the tingling sensation again on her middle. Or maybe… that was her heart?

She gulped and lowered her eyes to meet with his.

“Why?” was the only coherent question she could manage.

And now that she thought about it, it doesn’t seem so coherent anymore.

James smiled once again and moved so that he was now standing on Y/N’s bed. He gently took her hand in his and stroked her skin with his thumb.

His action sent shivers down her spine, but she managed to somehow remain collected. For now, at least.

“Because I wanted to” he spoke to her hand.

“B-but… why? I mean, you didn’t have to-”

Y/N stopped herself short as James’ other hand came in contact with her warm cheek. Her lips remained parted as she froze. His gentle stroke made her heart twist and twirl. A very heavy feeling rose in her stomach. His fingers trailed her jaw and rested just below her lips, holding her chin in place.

Damn you…

Every place his fingers touched would tingle, preventing Y/N from any coherent thinking. 

Her eyes went wide as James’ face grew closer to hers than she initially expected.

“Why, you ask?” he muttered, staring into her Y/E/C eyes.

She merely nodded, but doubted he really needed her confirmation.

“Because I care about you”

His eyes lowered to glance at her lips and she felt like her already racing heart was about to burst out of her chest. He let out a small breath which tingled her skin and made goose bumps appear all over her body.

“And I couldn’t forgive myself if- if something happened to you” James continued, as he started leaning in.

Y/N’s brain and heart screamed at the same time. Unfortunately, for totally different reasons.

Her brain was full of unanswered questions and uncertainties. She felt like a storm decided to have fun inside her head and messed it up even more than it already was. Her confused thoughts mixed up together, making her head feel rather heavy and foggy.

On the other hand, her heart seemed to melt from the fire Potter lit inside of her. The warmth which captured her heart began spreading all over her body, making her cheeks burn.

He seems so harsh and cocky all the time, but he has always been nice and careful with me. And his touch… it’s like a drug… so gentle.

Just as Y/N was about to give in and listen to her heart, James suddenly pulled away, breathing hard.

He looked scared, with his hair messier than usual and his eyes wild, as he stared back at Y/N. He quickly trailed his hand over his hair, trying to calm some of his nerves.

“I- I’m sorry” he muttered, before standing up and leaving the room in a hurry.

Y/N stood there frozen, watching him leave. She couldn’t quite make out what just happened, but as soon as the door shut, an empty feeling strangled her chest. Her eyes began stinging and her heart constricted painfully.

“Well?” she heard a voice ask from outside the Hospital Wing. “How did it go?”

“I-I-”

“Did you kiss her, or not?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to it, Moony”

“What? Why?”

“It’s just… hard to explain. I can’t stand being here anymore. I am too close to her”

“Prongs, wait!”

Along with the footsteps, the voices of the four Marauders slowly died, leaving Y/N in complete silence.

Once she was alone again, she felt the warmth in her cheek fade away. She slowly raised her hand and touched the spot James’ fingers stroked.

Y/N closed her eyes and, with a soft sigh, she let a single tear stream down her pale face, remaking the trail James’ fingers once made.  

It was cold.

Chapter 2: Filthy Visions

Morty panted and grasped for Rick’s shoulders, feeling his own cock ride up against his stomach as Rick thrust into him at a steady pace.

Rick would occasionally grunt or whisper encouraging curses into Morty’s ear, and that succeeded in making him even hotter and closer to cumming.

Rick readjusted, flipping Morty over on his stomach and ramming into him from behind. After a bit of loosening on Morty’s part, Rick suddenly hit a sweet spot.

As soon as Morty moaned blissfully loud, Rick knew he had hit his prostate, and didn’t let up.

Knowing his partner was close to cumming, Rick became fiercer, faster, Morty cried out in pleasure thrust after thrust until his toes were curling and his hands were fisted in the sheets and sweat dripped from his brow-

Brrring

Morty snapped his head up, the bell ringing in an awful, shrill tone stirring him from his slumber.

He glared at Mr. Goldenfold, hating the sight of him after having such a nerve pleasing dream. The idea that him and Rick could’ve done what he had just dreamt of the night before brought an intense heat to his cheeks.

He got up and left his class, both happy that school was over, and nervous of facing Rick upon returning home.

In his head, he saw the events of last night in a confusing shroud of lust and need; and then he saw Rick.

Rick was startled and yet welcoming. Then, his expression was smothered by shame and sorrow.

Morty didn’t understand. What had happened? At first, Rick had been all too happy to touch Morty how he had wanted, and then his hands and lips were gone and he looked so sad.

Morty felt a zing of his own shame at having pushed the man. Maybe Rick’s reaction was Morty’s fault. Maybe Morty hadn’t actually pulled the mutual lust from Rick, but had forced his own sexual desires on him.

Since Rick would typically pick him up from school, Morty wasn’t surprised when he had to walk home, hanging his head in remorse.

When he got home, it was unusually silent. He went up to his room and laid on his bed, wondering if Rick was off in another dimension without him. Again.

The thought made him furious. If Rick hadn’t wanted Morty to touch him, all he had to do was say so. He needn’t have to run off to get away from him.

Morty began creating scenarios in his mind of meeting up with Rick again, of blowing up on him. Saying what he wanted, finally throwing up the words he was scared to say; and then rejecting Rick. The idea of it made him feel powerful.

The fact that Rick had rejected him hit him hard, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to face it again. But, if Morty rejected Rick first then his pride could be replenished.

Brewing with anger and vanity, Morty ran down the stairs and busted into the garage. Rick was nowhere to be seen. His ship sat inside, dormant. Morty, in a petty act of frustration, kicked the bottom of it. Sadly, the action gave him the opposite effect than expected, and a pulse of dull pain throbbed up from his foot to his knee.

“Ow!” He yelped in a high pitched voice, hopping on his good foot. He pursed his lips pretended he hadn’t just shrieked like a five year old.

Gingerly walking out, Morty headed for Rick’s room, prepared to not see him there at all.

Surprisingly, Rick was facedown on his bed while a small radio emitted a static sound at low volume

Morty crept inside and noticed Rick was still dressed, and his clothes had a little blood on them.

Panicking, Morty shook Rick’s shoulder, “R-Rick! Are y-you okay?”

With a grunt of irritation, Rick rolled over and squinted at Morty. “What do you want, you raging turd?”

Squinting his eyes in realization, Morty leaned away from him.

Rick yawned largely and stretched, and Morty attempted not to notice the small arch of his back and the look of his mouth wide open… and failed.

The sight of Rick laid out right in front of him thrust Morty back into his dream from earlier, causing a rush of blood to his head (and other parts) to entice his blood with adrenaline.

His back rimrod straight, Morty took a step backwards and looked down at his feet. “I saw you had blood on you a-and I just… I don’t know.”

Rick tentatively turned over the rest of the way and observed his midsection and blood soaked sheets with a look of disgust. “It’s nothing,” He belched obnoxiously and pulled the shirt away from his stomach, it was stained with the dry rusty color of blood.

“W-well what happened?” Morty kept his voice quiet, not trying to infuriate Rick.

“What do you t-think happened? I was getting ricked the f-fuck up!” He sounded full of pride, and suddenly Morty wanted to choke him – and not in the good way.

“Could you quit it with your stupid puns? A-are you hurt? Bleeding? Dying? Can you ever just not s-scare the shit out of me?”

Rick groaned like a child being lectured and removed his coat. “What does it matter? If- if I was bleeding I would’ve died hours ago while you were ogling Jessica and learning basic math.” He jerked off his shirt and revealed a shiny, healing scar. It had dried blood chipped around it and appeared to have been cauterized. “I st-stopped the bleeding as soon as it started, I’m f-fine.” He poked at the wound hesitantly.

“W-what the hell happened, Rick! Y-you could’ve died! Look how deep that w-was,” Morty stuttered and tripped over his words for a good 3 minutes before Rick silenced him with a glare and got up.

“A p-party got a little out of h-hand. I can take care of myself, I’m not an ignorant prepubescent boy, Morty.” Rick left for the bathroom and Morty followed closely behind.

Rick got a rag wet and began wiping away the blood, cringing when he touched the wound, but his hands were steady as he continued.

“Now, M-” He burped and tossed the rag in the sink. “Morty, grandpa’s gonna take a s-shower. If you don’t wanna see me naked, I su-suggest you leave.”

Morty tried not to laugh at Rick’s words, wondering if he should take them to heart or pretend he honestly didn’t want to see him naked.

Deciding on the latter, Morty left just as Rick began to strip the rest of the way.

He chuckled to himself, both ashamed of the dirty visions in his head and turned on by them, but he waited outside the door of the bathroom anyways.

It was about time he mentioned something to his grandpa, and since Rick wasn’t drunk, maybe it was time Morty was completely honest with him.